Disclaimer: I don't own Zim!
A/N: Yay! I updated! Did you know there's gonna be a Zim DVD? In spring! YAY!!!
DV: IT DOESN'T HAVE TO!
Zim: Well?
DV: I'm thinking, hold on! Oooh, I know!
(The sound of typing is everywhere)
(Dib appears)
Dib: Hey! How'd I get here?
(More typing)
(A girl appears)
Girl: OH ZIM! I LOOOVVVVVEEEEEEEEE YOU!
Zim: NO!
Girl: COME HERE SWEEEEETIIIEEEE!
Dib: (laughing)
DV: HAHAHAHAHA!
Zim: Shut up!
Girl: (hugs Zim)
Zim: NOOOOO! NOOOOO! EWWW!
(Tak appears out of nowhere)
Tak: COME HERE DIIIIBBBBB!
Dib: What?
Tak: AWWWWWW, HE DOESN'T KNOW WHAT'S GOING ON!
Dib: What's going on?
Tak: WE'RE GETTING MARRRRRIEEED!
Dib: (stares)
Gir: Awww, I like weddings! I also like chocolate!
Zim: DIB HUMAN! HELP ME!
Dib: I would but I'm kindda BUSY!
(Wedding music appears out of nowhere)
DV: Awwww, a WEDDING! Hmm, let's dress up!
(Zim and Dib are in suits, Tak and the other Girl person are in perfectly horrible dresses)
Zim: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO OOOOOOOO (breathes) OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
(Suddenly, the giant silver piggy ship comes out of nowhere)
Alien #4: THERE you are! We still need someone to cook the chicken!
Alien #2: Get up here! (Beams Zim, Dib, and Gir up, leaving Tak and the other person crying)
DV: Hey! Hey, you're not in my fic! Get the hell out!
Alien #1: No, we need CHICKEN!
Alien #3: Yes, chicken!
Alien #2: Now, we are off! (Flies away)
Zim: Whew, thanks for the lift.
Alien #2: Sure BUDDY.
(All aliens crowd around them) (All turn into the cloaked figure with a limp)
CFWaL: I'M BAAAAAACKKKKK! You can't get away now!
Gir: Uh oh!
(All CFWaL's take's out a knife)
Dib: YOU WOULDN'T KILL US!
(Gaz appears)
Gaz: No, but I will. Get out of your stupid game, Dib!
(Everything melts and turns into Dib's house)
Gaz: You better buy me some pizza, Dib, or I'll tell Dad you were looking at some magazines.
Dib: Magazines?
Gaz: You know what I mean.
Dib: What? WHAT!
Zim: Come, Gir. We have work to do! Have fun with Gaz, Dib (snickers)(walks out the front door)
Gir: I think that I have learned a lesson, master!
Zim: Hm?
Gir: People at FanFiction.net have sick, sick minds!
Zim: Yes, yes they do.
A/N: The End! Was it to rushed? Sorry if it was ^-^ Merry Doomed Christmas!
A/N: Yay! I updated! Did you know there's gonna be a Zim DVD? In spring! YAY!!!
DV: IT DOESN'T HAVE TO!
Zim: Well?
DV: I'm thinking, hold on! Oooh, I know!
(The sound of typing is everywhere)
(Dib appears)
Dib: Hey! How'd I get here?
(More typing)
(A girl appears)
Girl: OH ZIM! I LOOOVVVVVEEEEEEEEE YOU!
Zim: NO!
Girl: COME HERE SWEEEEETIIIEEEE!
Dib: (laughing)
DV: HAHAHAHAHA!
Zim: Shut up!
Girl: (hugs Zim)
Zim: NOOOOO! NOOOOO! EWWW!
(Tak appears out of nowhere)
Tak: COME HERE DIIIIBBBBB!
Dib: What?
Tak: AWWWWWW, HE DOESN'T KNOW WHAT'S GOING ON!
Dib: What's going on?
Tak: WE'RE GETTING MARRRRRIEEED!
Dib: (stares)
Gir: Awww, I like weddings! I also like chocolate!
Zim: DIB HUMAN! HELP ME!
Dib: I would but I'm kindda BUSY!
(Wedding music appears out of nowhere)
DV: Awwww, a WEDDING! Hmm, let's dress up!
(Zim and Dib are in suits, Tak and the other Girl person are in perfectly horrible dresses)
Zim: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO OOOOOOOO (breathes) OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
(Suddenly, the giant silver piggy ship comes out of nowhere)
Alien #4: THERE you are! We still need someone to cook the chicken!
Alien #2: Get up here! (Beams Zim, Dib, and Gir up, leaving Tak and the other person crying)
DV: Hey! Hey, you're not in my fic! Get the hell out!
Alien #1: No, we need CHICKEN!
Alien #3: Yes, chicken!
Alien #2: Now, we are off! (Flies away)
Zim: Whew, thanks for the lift.
Alien #2: Sure BUDDY.
(All aliens crowd around them) (All turn into the cloaked figure with a limp)
CFWaL: I'M BAAAAAACKKKKK! You can't get away now!
Gir: Uh oh!
(All CFWaL's take's out a knife)
Dib: YOU WOULDN'T KILL US!
(Gaz appears)
Gaz: No, but I will. Get out of your stupid game, Dib!
(Everything melts and turns into Dib's house)
Gaz: You better buy me some pizza, Dib, or I'll tell Dad you were looking at some magazines.
Dib: Magazines?
Gaz: You know what I mean.
Dib: What? WHAT!
Zim: Come, Gir. We have work to do! Have fun with Gaz, Dib (snickers)(walks out the front door)
Gir: I think that I have learned a lesson, master!
Zim: Hm?
Gir: People at FanFiction.net have sick, sick minds!
Zim: Yes, yes they do.
A/N: The End! Was it to rushed? Sorry if it was ^-^ Merry Doomed Christmas!