Zim knew that without Jhonen, his own bizarre legacy would come to an end. He turned to look out the window, afraid of what he'd see. He tried to get a clear image of what was going on, but this time his left eye imploded upon itself. He screamed and freaked out, then screamed some more. He covered his left eye with both hands and looked out at what was happening with his right eye. Professor Membrane had actually decapitated a life-size cardboard cut-out of Jhonen Vasquez. The actual Jhonen was at the end of the street, waving his sword triumphantly overhead, laughing wickedly, shouting, "You'll never get me, you oddity of pimento doom!!! Vengeance will be MINE!!!"
Zim breathed a sigh of relief, and ran outside. He had a good idea that GIR was hitting the club again, so he began walking in that general direction.
Meanwhile, at that nightclub, GIR saw Ms. Bitters there for no apparent reason. It seemed as though she went straight from the convention over to this nightclub. And, unfortunately for her and pretty much everyone else in the club, she was wearing a flannel catsuit. GIR stopped dancing, and his eyes glowed red....
Zim was, as usual, too late. All of the Discoing hipsters had been slaughtered. (Slightly less demented, yet Handsomely Dashing Author's note: This is in no way a representation of my feelings towards disco music.)
Zim walked over to the remains, and I stress remains, of Miss Bitters. He fell to his knees and cried out, "WHY ME?!!!!" Zim's eyes welled up with tears. He had grown an affection for Miss Bitters, especially her love of the word "doom," a word he had also had an affection for. After a few seconds, Zim regained his composure and kicked her remains out of the way as he and GIR went to leave.
Suddenly he realized something....both of his eyes had welled up with tears! His left eye had regrown quite quickly. He and GIR left the nightclub, which, without the music and partying people, looked a bit grave. As they approached the street on which their home base was located.
Dib came running toward them, trench coat flying out behind him. "ZIM! You'll never get away with ---" Dib broke off, as seventeen more brain cells burst into flame. "CHUNKS OF SYRUPY GOLDFISH POWDER!!!" He shook his head as though to clear his mind. "I need one of those cupcakes so that I can develop an antidote or something! Before all of my neurons disintegrate!!"
"I'm sorry Dib, but the thought of you becoming a drooling moron is far to tasty of a possibility to me to allow you the opportunity to develop an antidote," replied Zim.
Gir opened the top of his head and a cupcake flew out. It landed in Dib's hand. "There you go! Enjoy!"
"AHAHAHAHAHAHAH! I will triumph once again Zim! Mwahahahahah!" exclaimed Dib. Dib ran off, with the cupcake, into the night.
"GIR!! Exactly why did you do that?" Zim asked.
This was a mistake, as it set GIR on another psychotic rant. "I have gills! FEAR THE GILLS! Behold, the power of Ramen Noodles!!! Yes, it is I, the renowned blood-sucking giant spider!!!"
"GIR, what is wrong with you?" sighed Zim, more to himself, because pretty much everything is wrong with GIR all the time.
"Everything! Come! Let us eat some postal worker a la mode!" Zim ignored GIR. Suddenly, not more than about seven houses away from Zim's own home base, they saw Professor Membrane duct-taped to a streetlight pole.
"On any other day, that might seem strange," muttered Dib, referring to his father, taped to the light pole. Dib continued to walk by. He had to find a cure for the mind numbing cupcake. Dib broke out into a run.
Zim ignored this, and walked past Membrane into the house. He threw GIR inside, who seemed otherwise unwilling to enter.
"I have a mime's eyes!" GIR announced, holding up a plastic bag, which contained a pair of eyes that had evidently been removed from a mime. Zim didn't allow himself much time to think about this.
He went into the kitchen, grabbed the remaining cupcakes, and flushed himself down into the labs. "Computer, find an antidote thingy that will counteract the effects of these horrific excuses for cupcakes," said Zim, thrusting one of the cupcakes into a tube which shot the cupcake into the computer for analyzing again. After a minute, red letters began to flash on the screen: CUPCAKE INSANITY UNABLE TO CURE.
Dib however, was busy in Professor Membrane's lab, mixing various mixtures. He was determined to find a cure to his dwindling sanity. He mixed various formulas until he came up with one of a lime green color. He downed the mixture, hoping it was the correct one. Dib could feel his Neurons returning. He was regaining his sanity. "This is like therapy in a bottle!" proclaimed Dib.
Therapy, yes; healthy, no.
Instantly, Dib felt a burning sensation. It was a few moments before he realized that his innards had begun to smolder. His organs were on fire....
Meanwhile, Zim was staring blankly at his computer, at a loss of what to do. He decided that he had better not keep repeating the same mistake of not checking to see that GIR was inside the base and not rampaging. He took a lift to the ground floor. He heard screams of someone running down the street. Zim instantly went to the window only to find Dib rushing at the door, flinging it open with tremendous force.
"Zim! I must see your labs! I can't believe I'm asking for your help, but --- AAAARRRGGHHH!!! The flames aren't within my brain anymore, I found a cure for that, but as a side effect, my organs are flaming!"
Zim noticed the smoke issuing from Dib's mouth as he spoke. "And.....you expect me to help by...."
"By letting me use your labs already! I don't have the necessary chemicals to treat this! You know, you could benefit, too. That rampaging robot-dog-thingy of yours could be restored to his....regular level of wrongness! Just think, you could stop that flannel hatred of his!"
"Lick me, Johnny!" GIR said happily from the corner of the room.
"Okay, you can come in," replied Zim. "Computer! Take me and this evil taco human to the labs!" A part of the floor opened up and they descended into Zim's labs.
"I think....I might die...." said Dib as they approached the labs, referring to his flaming organs. Zim didn't appear to care too much. That is, until both of his eyes imploded, and he was sent into a reeling shock that he was momentarily blind.
"I CAN'T SEE!!!!" he shrieked hysterically.
"Now that's about the grossest thing I've ever seen. This is way beyond both the molting and Pustulio." replied Dib, who went into the labs to begin mixing the cure, otherwise known as Ultra Pepto Bismol. Zim, meanwhile, staggered around blind!
Dib concocted it as fast as he could, and drank a small vial full. The smoke quit coming from his mouth; his organs were no longer aflame. His neurons appeared to be in their regular condition. Zim was running around hopelessly, reaching for anything that might help him. He grabbed some of Dib's leftover mixture, and threw it down his eye sockets. His eyes grew back instantly, and he sighed contentedly. Meanwhile, Professor Membrane was still duct-taped to the streetlight pole.
Dib walked out of Zim's house, and began to undo his father's duct-tape bindings. Zim gave some of the concoction to Gir, who immediately began to run around the house like he was on speed. In other words, he was acting completely normal.
Dib and Professor Membrane walked off into the sunset, content in the knowledge that this insane story was coming to a close.
THE END...for now.
"Stop sniveling little worm monkey. Ultra Peepi will live on...out there...in the stars."
*Ultra-Peepi flies across the horizon and crashes in the distance. A large explosion follows.*
Zim breathed a sigh of relief, and ran outside. He had a good idea that GIR was hitting the club again, so he began walking in that general direction.
Meanwhile, at that nightclub, GIR saw Ms. Bitters there for no apparent reason. It seemed as though she went straight from the convention over to this nightclub. And, unfortunately for her and pretty much everyone else in the club, she was wearing a flannel catsuit. GIR stopped dancing, and his eyes glowed red....
Zim was, as usual, too late. All of the Discoing hipsters had been slaughtered. (Slightly less demented, yet Handsomely Dashing Author's note: This is in no way a representation of my feelings towards disco music.)
Zim walked over to the remains, and I stress remains, of Miss Bitters. He fell to his knees and cried out, "WHY ME?!!!!" Zim's eyes welled up with tears. He had grown an affection for Miss Bitters, especially her love of the word "doom," a word he had also had an affection for. After a few seconds, Zim regained his composure and kicked her remains out of the way as he and GIR went to leave.
Suddenly he realized something....both of his eyes had welled up with tears! His left eye had regrown quite quickly. He and GIR left the nightclub, which, without the music and partying people, looked a bit grave. As they approached the street on which their home base was located.
Dib came running toward them, trench coat flying out behind him. "ZIM! You'll never get away with ---" Dib broke off, as seventeen more brain cells burst into flame. "CHUNKS OF SYRUPY GOLDFISH POWDER!!!" He shook his head as though to clear his mind. "I need one of those cupcakes so that I can develop an antidote or something! Before all of my neurons disintegrate!!"
"I'm sorry Dib, but the thought of you becoming a drooling moron is far to tasty of a possibility to me to allow you the opportunity to develop an antidote," replied Zim.
Gir opened the top of his head and a cupcake flew out. It landed in Dib's hand. "There you go! Enjoy!"
"AHAHAHAHAHAHAH! I will triumph once again Zim! Mwahahahahah!" exclaimed Dib. Dib ran off, with the cupcake, into the night.
"GIR!! Exactly why did you do that?" Zim asked.
This was a mistake, as it set GIR on another psychotic rant. "I have gills! FEAR THE GILLS! Behold, the power of Ramen Noodles!!! Yes, it is I, the renowned blood-sucking giant spider!!!"
"GIR, what is wrong with you?" sighed Zim, more to himself, because pretty much everything is wrong with GIR all the time.
"Everything! Come! Let us eat some postal worker a la mode!" Zim ignored GIR. Suddenly, not more than about seven houses away from Zim's own home base, they saw Professor Membrane duct-taped to a streetlight pole.
"On any other day, that might seem strange," muttered Dib, referring to his father, taped to the light pole. Dib continued to walk by. He had to find a cure for the mind numbing cupcake. Dib broke out into a run.
Zim ignored this, and walked past Membrane into the house. He threw GIR inside, who seemed otherwise unwilling to enter.
"I have a mime's eyes!" GIR announced, holding up a plastic bag, which contained a pair of eyes that had evidently been removed from a mime. Zim didn't allow himself much time to think about this.
He went into the kitchen, grabbed the remaining cupcakes, and flushed himself down into the labs. "Computer, find an antidote thingy that will counteract the effects of these horrific excuses for cupcakes," said Zim, thrusting one of the cupcakes into a tube which shot the cupcake into the computer for analyzing again. After a minute, red letters began to flash on the screen: CUPCAKE INSANITY UNABLE TO CURE.
Dib however, was busy in Professor Membrane's lab, mixing various mixtures. He was determined to find a cure to his dwindling sanity. He mixed various formulas until he came up with one of a lime green color. He downed the mixture, hoping it was the correct one. Dib could feel his Neurons returning. He was regaining his sanity. "This is like therapy in a bottle!" proclaimed Dib.
Therapy, yes; healthy, no.
Instantly, Dib felt a burning sensation. It was a few moments before he realized that his innards had begun to smolder. His organs were on fire....
Meanwhile, Zim was staring blankly at his computer, at a loss of what to do. He decided that he had better not keep repeating the same mistake of not checking to see that GIR was inside the base and not rampaging. He took a lift to the ground floor. He heard screams of someone running down the street. Zim instantly went to the window only to find Dib rushing at the door, flinging it open with tremendous force.
"Zim! I must see your labs! I can't believe I'm asking for your help, but --- AAAARRRGGHHH!!! The flames aren't within my brain anymore, I found a cure for that, but as a side effect, my organs are flaming!"
Zim noticed the smoke issuing from Dib's mouth as he spoke. "And.....you expect me to help by...."
"By letting me use your labs already! I don't have the necessary chemicals to treat this! You know, you could benefit, too. That rampaging robot-dog-thingy of yours could be restored to his....regular level of wrongness! Just think, you could stop that flannel hatred of his!"
"Lick me, Johnny!" GIR said happily from the corner of the room.
"Okay, you can come in," replied Zim. "Computer! Take me and this evil taco human to the labs!" A part of the floor opened up and they descended into Zim's labs.
"I think....I might die...." said Dib as they approached the labs, referring to his flaming organs. Zim didn't appear to care too much. That is, until both of his eyes imploded, and he was sent into a reeling shock that he was momentarily blind.
"I CAN'T SEE!!!!" he shrieked hysterically.
"Now that's about the grossest thing I've ever seen. This is way beyond both the molting and Pustulio." replied Dib, who went into the labs to begin mixing the cure, otherwise known as Ultra Pepto Bismol. Zim, meanwhile, staggered around blind!
Dib concocted it as fast as he could, and drank a small vial full. The smoke quit coming from his mouth; his organs were no longer aflame. His neurons appeared to be in their regular condition. Zim was running around hopelessly, reaching for anything that might help him. He grabbed some of Dib's leftover mixture, and threw it down his eye sockets. His eyes grew back instantly, and he sighed contentedly. Meanwhile, Professor Membrane was still duct-taped to the streetlight pole.
Dib walked out of Zim's house, and began to undo his father's duct-tape bindings. Zim gave some of the concoction to Gir, who immediately began to run around the house like he was on speed. In other words, he was acting completely normal.
Dib and Professor Membrane walked off into the sunset, content in the knowledge that this insane story was coming to a close.
THE END...for now.
"Stop sniveling little worm monkey. Ultra Peepi will live on...out there...in the stars."
*Ultra-Peepi flies across the horizon and crashes in the distance. A large explosion follows.*
