MINISODE - EXTRA CREDITS

A bit later, Dib and Lucy had exited the Skool and were walking back to their neighborhood. They stopped in their tracks to see a familiar yet troubling sight: Lynn covered in bruises and a black eye in front of the Membrane house. She gave a half-hearted smile, showing she was missing a tooth, "Hey guys! Where've ya been?"

"Lynn!" The goth ran over to her sister, her voice nearly cracking, "What happened to you?"

The jock patted her sister on the shoulder, "Hey, it's a long story Luce, and you're not gonna believe it."

"After the afternoon I've had, I'm willing to believe anything."

Dib nodded, "Yeah, Lucy helped me find a demon. But anyway, what happened to you? You lost a tooth!"

Lynn turned towards the boy, "Relax, my mom already checked and it was my last baby tooth. But Dib, you know Zim right?"

"Uh, yeah? What about him?"

"Well...I met his cousin...and he's taken over the entire Middle Skool."

...

"And with one final punch, I asserted my authority upon the most vicious of these backward creatures and took over their 'Middle Skool' clan."

Zim was unimpressed with this tale as he sat on the couch with GIR and Kim while Minimoose floated over them and they faced the newest addition to their group. "Uh huh. I still don't believe the Tallest sent you here to assist me, Skoodge."

Skoodge frowned, he put a hand on his PAK and opened it, taking out a disk. "Of course they did! They even gave me this to show you." The larger Irken turned around and popped the disk into the new TV and stepped aside.

On the screen appeared two off model mannequins representing the late Irken leaders, Almighty Tallests Red and Purple. Both looking quite more disheveled as their actual selves would've looked had they not been lost forever into the Florpus.

"Hey there Zim! How's it going?" "Red" asked.

"Sorry for the disk message, our dumb selves still need to fix the dumb communicator!" "Purple" explained.

"Hey, stick to the script!" ordered someone off camera in a hushed voice.

"Anyway, we heard that you had a bit of a hard time with some Space Mart employees and ended up destroying one of their stores, starting a war with the Irken Empire."

"You stupid idiot! We had to offer a few planets to calm the Oligopians down!" shouted a another voice from offscreen.

The Red mannequin's arm was moved and it hit whoever was offscreen, "Anyway! We've talked it over and decided that you are due for a promotion!"

The Purple mannequin nodded, "Invader Zim, for your hard work and diligence for assisting the Irken war efforts-"

There was a lot of snickering in the background.

"We, the Almighty Tallest - the REAL Almighty Tallest mind you - promote you from Invader to Invader First Class."

"Woo!"

"With this, you will be granted the privilege of giving command to your fellow Invaders who are not at the moment on assignment."

"To begin with, we are sending you Skoodge. He will take care of a lot of major necessities."

"Such as going to any allied superstores to deal with shopping."

"Or just, you know, do whatever you don't feel like doing."

"That's all for now Zim, and remember, the glorious Irken race is-"

"THE SET IS ON FIRE AGAIN!"

Smoke, fire, and a lot of screaming came from the TV before Skoodge shut it off.

"Aw, I wanted to see what happened!" whined GIR.

Zim was still frowning, "I cannot believe this!"

Skoodge kept his composure, "I assure you, this footage is real-"

"I know that! I cannot believe they still haven't fixed that communicator! Don't they know how many times a day I've tried to call them on it? They need to get better engineers on that embarrassment of a ship!"

"Oh...yeah, none of us can believe it. But you know how those Vortians are with their lousy communication tech."

Zim smiled, "At least we agree on that! Skoodge, as your superior, I order you to go rough up that smelly girl human who messed with Kim's tech the other day!"

"Like, what's wrong with my tech, bro?" asked the sister-bot.

"I uh, I already did that sir!" Skoodge took out a tooth, "I even kept a souvenir!"

"Oh. Uh. Then uh..." the smaller Irken tapped on his chin.

"Nyah!" suggested Minimoose.

"Right! Go get some snacks!"

...

Mr. Elliot was still relaxing in the teacher's lounge with coffee when the floor cracked open and a large shadowy figure with fire where its eyes were supposed to be emerged.

The shadow lowered itself and looked up upon the teacher, "Grievous lord, I've met with the Yellow King."

Mr. Elliot smiled, "Wonderful! How was he?"

"He rejected to help with the invasion."

The teacher then frowned, he drank more of his coffee, "Well that's too bad. Looks like I'll need to resort to Plan B."

"May I feed on the captured children's emotions so I can return?"

"You may not. I'm thankful for your services, but you have failed me." Mr. Elliot set down the coffee and raised his hand to the demon, "Your services will no longer be required, you are hereby retired."

"Understood."

Mr. Elliot's hand started to glow an odd pale blue, and the shadowy demon disintegrated into nothingness. The crack on the floor closed itself with nothing to bring back. The teacher then calmly pulled out a folder and set it on the coffee table in front of him, opening it to reveal photographs of Dib, Gaz, and Lincoln.

"Let's see...which one would be the optimal choice..."