Author's Note: Well I did post it. But I'm not sure how good it is. Try and enjoy it anyway.
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"I have a really good feeling that this is the place," said Dib stopping in front of a door marked "Network Manager's Office'.
"You don't think the signs up there to trick us do you." Said Zim rolling his eyes.
"You don't think that do you?" asked Dib suddenly getting suspicious. Zim sighed and opened the door.
"Cause they could do that," said Dib following him in.
The room that they entered was not actually the Network Manager's office but a waiting room. Shiny metal chairs with blue cushions lined the wall and a door at the other end marked the actual entrance the Network Manager's office. A receptionist sat at a desk by the door; she didn't even bother to glance up to look at them.
"Hello, we're here to see the Network Manager," said Dib walking over to the receptionist.
"Who isn't," replied the receptionist. "Take a seat." She gestured toward a couple of chairs. Zim and Dib shrugged at each other and took their seats. Dib looked around at all the other Nicktoons while Zim shuffled through some year old magazines he found under the chair.
"Why are you here?" Dib asked the closest Nicktoon, who happened to be Norbert from the Angry Beavers.
"My brother and I are here trying to get a different time slot. I mean what kind of freak watches TV at 7 in the a.m.?" said Norbert.
"I do," said Dib.
"Yeah well you're obviously the excceeeption," said Norbert.
"Yeah," said Dib. He decided that conversation wasn't going anywhere and looked around some more. Across the room a couple of babies known as the Rugrats held signs that read 'boycotte bedtime'. Carl Foutley sat a few seats away looking awfully suspicious dressed in an oversized coat. The only other person…er people in the room were CatDog.
"What are you looking at, you freak," said Cat looking up from the magazine he was reading.
"Nothing," said Dib pressing himself against the chair. Aliens he could deal with, the deranged, poorly animated, Nicktoons were another story. Then again, people said he looked like a bug, so perhaps poorly animated wasn't one of the reasons to be disturbed.
Daggett had waddled his way over to Zim and was now looking the alien over. "What do you want, you disgusting earthen mammal?" asked Zim.
Daggett made a couple odd guttural noises. "Yeah, well what's with the green skin? You… you green thingie."
"Now Daggett, you know it's wrong to judge someone by the color of his or her skin," said Norbert climbing out of his chair.
"By grandma's squiggly eyebrow-"
"What?"
"What'd you say?"
"By what?"
"Grandma's squiggly eyebrow."
"Nevermind."
Dib looked over at Zim only to see the alien as confused as he was.
"He's green Norb! Does that look right to you?" exploded Daggett.
"Well maybe it's just a skin condition, now go sit down," replied Norbert.
Daggett headed towards his seat grumbling all the way. "Skin condition my frilly underwear."
"You're what?" asked Norbert.
"Nevermind," said Daggett as he climbed back into his chair.
"I apologize for my dim witted brother," said Norbert. "You see-" Just then the door at the other end of the room opened and out stepped the Network Manager's assistant.
"I've been told to notify the Beaver Brothers that the restraining order is on, now if you would please leave the waiting room and get back to work. NEVER COME BACK!" yelled the assistant.
"Gotta love the loyalty," muttered Norbert heading for the exit.
"Tell me about it," replied Daggett.
They reached the door. Norbert opened it and exited it like any other normal person but Daggett promptly turned around and cleared his throat. Music started in the backgrounds.
"For Pete's sake," muttered Cat as he covered his ears. Dog tied up his ears and whimpered, the RugRats started crying, Zim and Dib groaned, and all the reader's went for the little 'x' button.
"Once-" started Daggett when Norbert reached through the door, grabbed his snout, and dragged him out, saving all the characters and probably some of the readers from severe hemorrhaging.
"I hate this job," muttered the Network Manager's assistant as he turned to go back inside the office.
"Wait," said Dib jumping out of his chair. "Can you tell me why Invader Zim was cancelled?"
"Um…." The Network Manager's assistant flipped through some papers on a clipboard then called someone on his cell phone, flipped through some more papers. "No."
"Listen here you pathetic network slave boy, put my show back on or risk the wrath of the Irken Elite!" threatened Zim, he reached inside his coat for something.
"Fine fine," said the assistant, not to impressed. "All I can tell you is the Network decided your show was not living up to our high standards."
"High standards!" yelled Dib. "Your best selling show features a sponge!"
"You dare insult the sponge," said the assistant with warning tone.
"Yes," said Zim getting out of his chair. Dib smacked his head. Five minutes later they were wondering around the grounds outside of Orlando Studios.
"You just had to say yes," said Dib.
"Stay here and rot pathetic human, I have a war to wage," said Zim heading back towards the building.
"On who?" asked Dib curious.
"A certain sponge must be dealt with," said Zim, a malicious grin spreading across his face.
Dib watched Zim walk away. "Maybe so," he said to himself thinking. In a matter of seconds he was running to catch up with Zim.
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"Okay, so I couldn't find Zim, I've been kicked out of the building five times, and I just stepped in some gum. Heck, I haven't been doing that bad," said Dib to himself. For the last 20 or so minutes Dib had been wondering aimlessly around the Orlando Studio's complex. Now he found himself in a long, ill-lit, hallway and not to mention utterly lost.
"Well actually you're doing pretty bad but since you're the only person I've seen for about a week I guess you'll have to do," said a voice.
"Who's that?" asked Dib looking around.
"Down here moron," said the voice.
"Hey, aren't you-"
"Quiet, you want to blow my cover?"
"You're disguised at a plant, what kind of cover is that?"
"Better than what you got, kicked out of the building five times. You're pathetic."
"You wanted to tell me something?"
"The Nickelodeon has been taken over by an anonymous Nicktoon."
"Really? Who?"
"What about anonymous don't you understand?"
"Sorry, what do you want me to do about it?"
The bush Dib was talking to gave an exasperated sigh. "Over throw them, restore this network to its former glory."
"It had glory?"
"Well kind of."
"Semi-glory?"
"Fine! Call it whatever you want, just get rid of the idiot incharge of this scandal."
"What scandal?"
"Just get going before you make my head explode."
"Fine. You can count on me."
"Sure, but don't mind me if I wait here for someone else."
"Okay," said Dib jauntily. He waved to the bush as he walked happily down the hall, fully prepared to overthrow whatever vile nicktoon had taken over the station, and return the network to whatever semi-glory it had once had.
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"Just a little closer sponge, yes that's it. No! Don't eat the PB&J you want turkey!" muttered Zim to himself. He was currently clinging to ceiling beams above the buffet table. Just then SpongeBob changed his mind and went for the turkey sandwiches. "You're mind sponge!" cackled Zim, just before his spider legs lost their grip on the ceiling. Zim plummeted towards the cement floor. Landing, of course, right next to SpongeBob.
"Oh hi Zim, what were you doing up there?" asked the sponge stupidly.
"Dusting for spider webs," said Zim thinking quickly. "You, pitiful earth sponge, have no idea how dirty it gets up there."
"Really? That's awfully nice of you, considering your show was cancelled this morning. In fact… SECURITY!"
"Curse you Sponge!" yelled Zim as the Security Guards came running. Zim had no choice to retreat. He put out his spider legs and walked up the wall (don't ask me how). He jumped out of the Security Guards line of fire, and landed in the fish tank (you know the one where they keep the talking fish).
End 2
AN: Okay, that sucked and I am totally out of ideas! Next chapter coming out whenever I feel like it. Please review and tell me just how bad it was.