Author's Note: Okay, so it's still not my best work. But I'm still struggling with ideas and my little brother who refuses to leave until I let him play whatever game he wants to play.
Ryan: * scowls*
De: I can't write like this! Anyway, I don't own Invader Zim, Nickelodeon, or any other Nicktoons mentioned in this fic. Enjoy!
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"Okay, so maybe over throwing an evil cartoon overlord is harder than it sounds," said Dib, who was lost yet again. "No leads, no clues, not even a talking bush to tell me what to do. What am I supposed to do? Walk around until a clue hits me in the fa-" said Dib just before he walked into the door marked 'Network Manager's Office'. "Ah hah!" said Dib triumphantly. "Once again my brilliant powers of deduction and… other stuff have saved the day!"
Dib pushed open the door slowly. Of course it creaked loud enough to wake up half the state of Florida and it would have been better if he had just opened it like a normal person, but then again that wasn't really Dib's style. Well, half of Florida must have suffered from chronic ear infections because no one came running down the hall to sound the alert.
"Well that went well," said Dib closing the door behind him. The waiting room was dark. The receptionist had gone home like all the other normal people in the world and left the room entirely unguarded. Cautiously Dib approached the door to the Network Manager's actual office and pulled out a strange gadget. Dib, being a Nicktoon and therefor being allowed no social life what so ever, spent his free time creating gadgets out of normal everyday things you could find around a TV studio (whatever junk that may be). To make a long story short, Dib basically blew up the lock and pushed the door open. Never knowing that some idiot had forgotten the lock the door earlier.
The Network Manager's office was fairly ordinary. One of those oversized desks that principal's love so much, a couple of overly padded (though much shorter than the desk) chairs, and a large bookshelf. Dib decided that the desk would be the best place to start, but the bookshelf was closer; so of course he went for the bookshelf.
Dib examined the books for a minute and then pulled out the one with the least dust, and in a burst of unoriginality the bookshelf slid back revealing a secret passage. Much like the secret passage behind the bookshelf in Myst, only that these were going down and there was no red carpeting. The evil-greedy-brothers-who-will-get-away-in-the-end-no-matter-what-you-do villains weren't there either but that's an entirely different bad plot all together. Anyway, it will suffice to say Dib found a secret passage, entered it, and effectively disappeared out of the story for the next paragraph or so.
~~~ Now to check up on Zim
Zim slowly opened his eyes and looked around. He was locked in a small dark cell…with a fish. The "talking" fish from the Summer Splash had been put in a small tank, placed on a table-like thing with wheels, and locked up with Zim; all for being accused of harboring a traitor.
"The enemy has captured me and locked me away in this cell with a fish," said Zim, effectively repeating everything the author had just said. "No matter, no cell on this pitiful planet can hold an Irken Elite!" Zim activated his backpack and immediately a laser and protective eye wear were provided. In next less time than it took to type this sentence Zim had cut a hole in the wall.
"There, now all I have to do is escape," said Zim triumphantly. He looked back at the fish. "I suppose you want to come pathetic earth creature.
"…." While the "talking" fish was unusually intelligent for a fish talking wasn't actually one of his abilities. In fact his most developed skill was opening his mouth very wide so that the TV people who make the Summer Splash commercials can dub in the voice.
"Pleading will do you know good pitiful fish, I care about no earth creature," said Zim grandly.
"……"
"Fine, you can come. Just stop that incessant whining." Zim climbed through the hole and pulled the cart carrying the fish in after him. "Let us hurry and escape from the foul place….er what will I call you?"
"……"
"Fishy it is then. Come Fishy, we must be on our way." So the unlikely pair started off together on their grand escape. Well actually all they did was cut a couple holes in some walls, but you get the point.
~~~ Back With Dib
From his position on a convenient catwalk Dib had a view of the entire room below. The room wasn't particularly decorated, just your average hidden evil head quarters look. But the room wasn't really what Dib was interested in, he was paying more attention to the people assembled in the room.
Obviously the person incharge was SpongeBob, of course the sponge would be the one to take over the building. Who but a couple of authors from FFN would suspect the sweet, innocent looking, sponge of something like this? But joining the sponge was the cast of Rock's Modern Life (who will never appear in this fic again), the Greasers from CatDog, even a few members of the Hey Arnold Cast. Dib had no idea how wide spread the evil Nicktoon's organization was. Well he'd just have to get rid of all of them. He made his hands into fists, and promptly lost his grip on the railing and plummeted towards the floor.
End Part 3
AN: I know that was short but I'm still recovering from chapter 2. More nicktoons in the next chapter I promise. More action too. This fic is far from over. Please r/r.
Coming Up: Chapter 4: The Sponge Must Go!