Author's Note: Welcome to Behind the Scenes: The Musical… oh wait, that was something else. Well anyway, I know I have about * counts on fingers* 3 possibly 4 other fics to finish but I just had to write this. I promise I will finish this fic and all my others!
Ryan: *sarcastically * Oh well that's believable.
De: Don't question! Just read and review!
"Your mine ZIM!" yelled Dib brandishing one of his latest gadgets.
"Foolish human stinkbeast! You will never defeat an Irken Elite!" responded Zim, leaping atop a garbage can and out of Dib's reach. Dib fired his gadget and sent Zim flying from his perch. Cackling evilly he advance on the alien.
"I repeat; your mine ZIM!"
"Not so fast stinkbeast," said Zim, pulling yet another ray gunny thingy and firing a net like thing at Dib. The net wrapped around the human boy rendering him unable to use his own gadget. "Pitiful human," muttered Zim climbing to his feet. "No one will notice if I just dispose of you now."
Dib frantically twisted inside his bonds and managed to get his arm free. Grabbing his laser he managed to melt the rest of the webbing. Then he had to dive out of the way as Zim fired at him. Unlike so many other fights Dib and Zim had had in the past the Irken invader had come prepared. Dib quickly decided that this was not the place for a shoot out. Dodging yet another attack he turned and ran. Usually running did not sit well with Dib but this time he made an exception. He headed down the street and towards the skool at full speed.
Down the street a little some sort of truck had run into a fire hydrant. Dib saw the puddle… Zim didn't.
The Irken couldn't stop in time and skidded into the puddle. The slippery water causing him to lose his balance and he felt, soaking himself completely. Dib approached laser in hand. Laughing evilly he raised his weapon and prepared to fire. The helpless Invader lifted his arms to shield his face. And then….
"CUT!" yelled Dib. Immediately the back ground music cut out and make-up artists appeared seemingly out of nowhere.
"No! No cut! Please no cut!" sobbed the director hitting his head against the soundboard repeatedly.
"Can I get a towel over here?" asked Zim, getting up out of the puddle and limping over to his "special" chair. One of the make-up artists handed him a towel and the Irken Invader gone Television Star toweled himself off. "I swear, all these water scenes are gonna kill me," muttered the Invader as he came across yet another spot where the paste had washed off. "Now can someone please tell me why are we cutting again? Not that I mind getting this horrible liquid off me mind you."
"Yes Dib," said the assistant director, the director being deemed temporarily unfit for office.
"What I don't get is why you have me doing all this evil laughter and cowardly tricks; I AM the good guy after all," said Dib crossing his arms stubbornly.
"WHAT!" yelled Zim jumping up from his chair and stomping towards the human.
"I'll be in my room," said Gaz to the sobbing director. Without looking up from her GameSlave she headed towards her dressing room.
"Don't act like you didn't know Zim," said Dib smugly.
"I'm going to!" yelled GIR running after Gaz.
"I'm the star! My names in the title for Irk's sake! It's Invader Zim, not Invader Dib," pointed out Zim.
"Well of course it's not Invader Dib. Look Zim, I'm trying to save the world, logically that makes me the good guy," replied Dib.
"No, it's makes you the pathetic villain that's more in the plot for comic relief than anything else."
"Oh, and like your character's going to win any rewards for brilliance."
"I didn't write the script!"
"Neither did I!"
"Look Dib, you're the villain everyone hates! You have no fans!"
"I do too! I had that convention and all my fans came."
"Wow, both of them?"
"Shut up!"
"Shut up!"
"Um guys," said the assistant director cautiously.
"STAY OUT OF THIS!" yelled Dib and Zim at the same time.
"CAN WE PLEASE ALL JUST GET BACK TO WORK!" yelled the director. After a couple minutes of silence the director cleared his throat. "Thanks? Now can we please get to work? We have a deadline for these new episodes and we'll never meet it unless we can get through the wrest of the day without any more-" Just then his cell phone went off. "Interruptions… Would you excuse me for a minute?"
The director took out his cell phone and held a quick conversation. Dib and Zim went back to arguing quietly with each other over who was the good guy and the assistant director talked to the sound effects guy; and all was good and right in the world…then the director fainted.
"What's wrong with him?" asked Zim, more curious then alarmed.
"Must have been the phone," said Dib. The assistant director picked up the phone and rather cautiously put it to his ear.
"Hello? Who is the?" The person on the other end of the phone line said something undecipherable. "WHAT!" yelled the assistant director. Zim and Dib jumped and looked at the assistant director alarmed, the director woke up and looked around.
"Oh phew," said the director. "I was having this nightmare that I was working with this alien and psycho kid and they wouldn't shut up and-" Dib and Zim turned around. "OH MY GOD! IT WASN'T A DREAM! AAHHHHH!"
"What's his problem?" asked Dib as crewmen rushed to help the hysterical director. Zim just shrugged, he had been wondering that himself.
"You're never going to believe this," said the assistant director hanging up the cell phone. "The network cancelled our show!" It's amazing when you consider how the three people that really cared could have so different feelings. Dib had a cold and numbing feeling of disbelief, and Zim felt boiling hot rage, the director had a warm pleasant feeling of relief.
"HOW DARE THEY CANCEL ZIM!" yelled Zim.
"We have to do something," said Dib.
"No! No we don't," said the director frantically rushing over to Dib and kneeling down. "Forget this show. Move on and get a job on another planet in another galaxy and live happily ever after. And most importantly NEVER CALL ME AGAIN!"
"But we have to get the show back on for all our fans," protested Dib.
"NO! I have to go fishing!" yelled the director hysterically. The director jumped up and ripped his shirt apart revealing a fishing vest underneath. "I'm gonna catch me some of those bug-eyed carp! Yes indeedy!" The director ran away screaming insanely.
"What was that all about?" asked Gaz coming up to the stunned group.
"The show's been cancelled and the director went insane," said the assistant director sighing.
"Again?" said Gaz not even bothering to look up from her GameSlave. "Oh well. Wanna go see if we can get that Scary Monkey game you wanted off the Internet?" she asked GIR.
"Yeah!" cried the insane little robot.
"Fine," said Gaz heading back for her dressing room.
"Can we get some chocolate bubblegum freezies too?" asked GIR as he followed her.
"We're going to do something about this!" proclaimed Dib to no one in particular since everyone but Zim had wondered off.
"For once I agree with you foolboy," said Zim. "Off to see the network manager!"
End Part 1
Zim: Weren't we supposed to break into song at the end.
Dib: Just skip it. Oh and Mirage DeDreamer doesn't own Invader Zim, if she did Nickelodeon wouldn't have been foolish enough to show that stupid 'Fairly Odd Parents' show instead.
Zim: Right, we belong heart and soul to the not so stinky human stinkbeast whose name DeDreamer can't spell. Can we have our freedom yet? *looks over at De *
De: Um… sure. But make sure you're back for the next chapter coming out by tomorrow! I promise!