Invader ZIM!! belongs to someone other than me!

Okay you one or two bored souls who were silly enough to click on the link to this site. I have two things to say. Maybe three. But I'll decide that later.
First of all my story does not take place in though it is based on the theory that there is a world for Zim and Co. and another for the unlucky rest of us. No, I shall be doing the unthinkable: Bringing Zim and Dib and GIR, and maybe Gaz if I feel so inclined, to the Real World.

I lied, thaws all I wanted to say, so now I will shut up.
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Prologue... / First Chapter

Zim walked in the door of his home, pushed past his welcoming parents, who had rushed to the door upon his arrival, ignored his puppy, begging to be fed, reached the kitchen, leapt into the garbage bin, reached his secret lab, ripped off his wig, took out his contacts, and began his plans to take over the world.
He's not as cold hearted as you may think at first glance. The parents are robots, there for show, and the dog is a robot, too. No one knows why GIR likes to eat, and no one will ever know since he himself doesn't. Zim ignored GIR because the little blue robot with a green doggy disguise asked for a cupcake, and being a robot neither needed to have one nor needed assistance to get one.
Yes, Zim is an alien. A short, green skinned, red-eyed, basically humanoid alien lacking ears and a nose. And he has antennae. And wears a red shirt with black gloves, pants, and boots. His house is equipped with the finest Irken technology, and he attends skool everyday like normal and abnormal and paranormal Earth children.
He is cold-hearted, however, because he is trying to take over the Earth for his planet Irk, and as an Irken Invader, Zim takes his job very seriously.
Alright, altogether too seriously.
Zim is insane, and was sent to Earth by the Irken leaders before they knew of the existence of the planet. If they had known they would have sent him to the nearest black hole.
Just ask him about giant radioactive rubber pants.

Zim attends school to assimilate into the Earthling culture, and is doing a surprisingly good job of it. Only two people have guessed his secret, Dib and his younger sister Gaz. But only Dib, the paranormal investigator kid with an overactive imagination, cares. Gaz is fine with Zim trying to take over the world as long as he continues to be so bad at it and she has plenty of pizza, soda, and GameSlaves.

Back to GIR.
He is the only one truly insane and in this story he will be the cause of every mishap. What other robot eats cupcakes and burritos and tacos?

In this story, Zim and Dib have worked their way up through the grade to hi skool, and are sophomores. Gaz is a freshman, and still addicted to GameSlave, now on version 16. YOU MUST BUY IT!!
They have enjoyed the past few years of skewed time lines, monster houses, bitter teachers (well, maybe not that), and the genera cartooniness of life.

Now, all of that is about to change.