(Hiya, hiya, hiya, hiya, hiya!!!!!!!!! I'm back, and boy, does it fELL GREAT!!... damn caps lock... anyhoo, welcome to "Make Me Laugh - IZ Style" a challenge given
to me by the one and only, Invader Bast. Yeah, I got off my punishment early, so here it is, better late than never, I suppose... IZ dun belong to me, I just like to
write fics.)

(P.S. : Bast, I tried to put in all of the "extras" but I couldn't find a place for Johnny C. ...I just hope he won't kill me...)


Make Me Laugh - IZ Style


'Twas another typical day in Zim's household. Zim was down in his lab concocting another ingenious plan to get rid of Dib, and Gir had his eyes glued to the
"Scary Monkey Show" while he patiently waited for the pizza guy. Unfortunately, like every great program, there are commercials involved. When they came on,
Gir often flipped through the channels to see what else was on, eventually returning to his beloved Scary Monkey

Today was going to be a special day for viewing T.V, especially for Zim. He came out of his lab, charred and covered in smoke, no doubt due to the fact that
another one of his plans blew up in his face - literally.

"What are you watching, Gir?" Zim asked of his android.

"The 'Scary Monkey Show', Master," was the reply.

Zim continued to dust himself off. "Of course. What else would you watch?"

"Oh, stuff." Gir looked up. "Teehee. Master, you look funny!"

"I know, Gir." Zim straightned his antannae. "I was experimenting the effects of a radioactive rubber egg on the chickens. It exploded because I found a cupcake
wrapper caught between the gears." He eyed Gir. "I wonder how it got there..."

Gir paid no attantion to the sarcasm in Zim's voice. "I dunnoooooo....."

The doorbell rang, and Gir hopped up. "YAY! Pizza!!"

Zim's skin lightened a shade. "Pizza? Oh, no, not again..."

Gir handed over his coupon and strolled back to the couch. Tearing open the box, he snatched up the remote and, to his dismay, found commercials running.

Gir glared at the screen. "I don't like these commercialls."

"Oh, really?" Zim asked, starting a conversation, "Then what commercials *do* you like?"

"I'm loooooookin'..." "OOO!! This one here!!"

Gir stopped the channel on MTV, where they were running a Spice Girls special. They were playing the "Wannabe" video. Gir chereed whenever Scary Spice
or Baby Spice came on-screen.

Zim rolled his eyes. "Why do you like them so much?"

"Cause..." Gir went to the screen, "This one," he pointed to Baby Spice, "Wears lotsa pink, like the piggies!!" He pulled a rubber pig out of nowhere and held it
up in victory. Then he pointed to Scary. "An' this one looks like a moose!!"

Zim sat, bored. "You know Gir, this isn't a commercial, it's a music video."

" 'Moo-sic vee-dio'...? YAY!!"

Zim shook his head and watched the video play some more, all the while pondering to himself. "What's the deal with these 'Spice Girls'? Why does everyone
worship them so? What IS their secret... to... what do they have that I don't?"

Gir stopped dancing to answer. "A mega-selling CD and a multi-million dollar contract?"

"Gir...what did you say?" Zim asked, amazed.

Gir shrugged. "I forgot."

Zim turned back to the screen. "Still...why are they in control? What do they... WHAT ARE *THOSE*?!"

They were jumping around on the screen. Zim noticed the large lumps attatched to their chests. They bounced and swayed in a hypnotic fashion... Zim shook his
head quickly to escape the spell.

"It's like Pustulio all over again..." Zim thought. "Only they aren't pimples... but then, what are they? I must know!" And he headed down to his lab to investigate.



/Meanwhile, on the Massive.../


Red leaned back in his chair and sighed. "You know, it's been a while since Zim called us..."

"I know..." Purple replied worriedly. "That means he's going to at any minute."

Red said nothing, but rubbed his chin in thought. "Hey," he said, sitting up, "Why don't *we* contact *him*?"

"And why, pray tell, would we want to do *that*?"

"Cuz maybe he's doing something embarrasing and we can catch him in the act."

Purple smiled fiendishly. "I like the way your mind works..."

"Why, thank you."

"...Except for the laser opinion..."

"Will you get off my back about the lasers?"

"Not until you say smokescreens are better."

"Never!"

"Hmph. Fine." Purple turned away. "So...you wanna call Zim now?"

Red shrugged. "Sure," he said with his back turned.

"Uh... okay..." Purple hovered over to the communication panel.

"Oh, and remember..."

Purple looked up. "What---" he said before getting shot in the eye. "Ahh!!"

Red laughed and held up his mini-pistol to the lump on the ground. "Lasers."



/I wonder what Zim is doing...or should I really *want* to know? Too late; we're going to visit him./


"Hmm..." Zim pondered to himself. "These 'breasts'... commonly found in the female populace of the humans..." Zim nodded in amazament. "Well,
that explains why I don't have them... yet I must aquire them... somehow..."

Zim shut his eyes and tried to remember thet video in best detail that his memory would allow. "If I recall correctly... it was almost like they had stuffed something
into their uniforms... perhaps that is my only option..." Zim glanced around his lab. "But what would work?" He walked around and commented on various objects
that he came across. "Too sharp... wrong shape... too small... too big... ngh! There's nothing here!!" Fuming, he want back upstairs.

Zim found Gir in the kitchen experimenting with various tubes of food coloring in his nachos. "OOOOOO! Green chips!!" He held one next to Zim's head. "Look
Master, a perfect match!!"

Zim jerked his head away. "Be quiet, Gir! I have no resemblence to that factory-processed vegetable chip that you hold. I---" he stopped suddenly.

Gir waved his hand in front of Zim's face. "Master...? Master, helloooo!" Gir turned around to see what Zim was staring at.

Just then, Zim lurched forward, grabbbed something from the table, and dissapeared down the toilet. Gir shrugged and picked up the purple tube. "This one will
work goooooooooood..."

Downstairs once again, Zim held up his prize. "This will work wonders! It is genius! It is..." He stopped. "Computer... what are these things?"

The computer beeped for a moment. "Analyzing... human consumtion object named... 'pineapple'..."

" A 'pineapple'?" Zim held up one of the spiky yellow fruits. "Odd... it neither resembles an apple nor does it come from a pine tree... oh, well," he shrugged, and
preceded to stuff them down his shirt. There was one thing he never considered, however...

"GAH! The ITCH!! The horrible ITCH!!" Zim hopped around the lab, with his new "additions" wiggling around. "Doh, I forgot to shave it, first! Ahh..."

Zim was so pre-occupied with his current dillemma that he never heard the vid-screen scroll down from behind him. Moments later, Red and Purple appeared on
the screen and dropped what ever they were holding. They said nothing for a while; they just watched Zim bounce around, trying to deal with a foreign growth from
under his shirt. It was a long time before Red managed to sputter:

"Zim...what the *hell* are you doing?"