Disclaimer: Invader Zim as well as the thirty thousand Happy Noodle Boy quotes I intend to use in this chapter all belong to the limitless mind of Jhonen Vasquez.

Warning: Dis fic contains Starbucks bashing. Even though I like their coffee, I must bash them... Jhonen would want it that way:c)
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"I'm WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEET!" CryingChild screamed happily as she twirled, skipped and danced down the street. The rain had stopped, after thoughly soaking her, and she was feeeeeeeelin' good. "I'm gonna sing the wet song now!" (This was apparently based on the same pricipal as the doom song.) "Wet wet wet, wety-wety--- HEY!" she spun on one heel as something caught her eye. There, walking on the other side of the street was Jhonen the wonder boy himself! /Of course!/ she thought, /Jhonen's always putting himself into IZ episodes!/ "Heeeeeeeeeeeeey Jhonen!" she called, "Yoo hoo! Jhonen! I obsess about you for hours, do you do the same for me?" Jhonen didn't respond, he didn't even seem to hear her. She began to chase after him, jumping on the hoods of some cars, and sliding under others, narrowly avoiding a road-pizza-y fate on may occasions. Mmmm, pizza.

/If ANYONE can tell me how I got here, he can!/ she thought, /And even if he can't, It'd be pretty durn cool to meet him!/ she was only a few feet away from the god amoung men, when he turned a corner and dissapeired the way people can only do in cartoons. "AWWWWWWWWWPOOOPIE!" she screamed. "I make tourtered screams! Screamy noises! EEEEEEEEEEK!" she began to stomp her feet. "Oh why, why whywhywhywhywhyw- hey looka dat!" she said, breaking out of her frustrated rant, and turning to someone walking a few feet away. She was looking at a cyborg girl with green eyes dressed in the Irken attire, her brown hair pulled back into a ponytail. /Hmmm,/ she thought, /I know I've never seen her before, not exactly. But something about her seems familar... hmmm, how many cyborgs do I know?/ she paused for about three hours, considering this. Then, an idea occured to her. "Hey Ztarlight!" she called. Her suspicions were confirmed as the aformentioned cyborg girl swirled her head around at the unexpected mentioning of her name.

CryingChild rushed up to her, excitedly. "I kneeeeew it! You're Ztarlight! From FF.net!" she paused and looked at her suspiciously. "You ARE, aren't you? You're not Ztarlight's evil twin, seperated at birth, bent on destoying the world before Zim can?" CryingChild's eyes got big, and she whirled her arms around dramitcally, "But I think you're the REAL Ztarlight, and I befriend you and trust you, and then they find me with my brains sucked out and an evil clone version of me has become the president, built a rocket pack and caused all kinds of bad shit to happen to fufil an anchient prophesy??? IS THAT WHAT THIS IS??????" she screamed. "Nah." Ztarlight said cheerfully. "Oh, okay!" said CryingChild, switching back into happy mode. "Waiiiiit a minute," Ztarlight said, "I know you from somewhere... didn't you and I get attacked by a giant Mickey Mouse?" "Oh, well, maybe," CryingChild replied, "Fact is, I get attacked by so many giant Mickey Mouses, it's hard to keep track. But I loooove your fics!" "Tanky." said Ztarlight. "So wasta deal here? I mean, does God like SI? How come you an me an you are in Zimworld?" "I nunno," replied CryingChild, "Did you punch a TV too?"

"Nah, I was just sitting at my computer typing up the next chapter of 'So We Meet Again' and I was kinda having a writer's block, and I got so frustrated, I started banging my head on the computer screen. Then I heard a crash, and the next thing I know, I'm in Zimworld! Cool huh?" "Very." said CryingChild, "Heeey, if the..." she counted on her fingers, "...two of us are in Zimworld, maybe there are more fanfic writerererers here somewhere!"

The two of them began to search high and low for fanfic writers, looking inside discarded cans, under rocks and peices of paper, and inside mailboxes and baby carriges. "Look what I found!" cried Ztarlight, looking in a mailbox. Peeking out of the mailbox was a 13-year-old girl in a blue short sleved shirt with a giant 'Z?' in the front, glasses, and neat shoulder long brown hair with purple highlights. "Hiya!" she said. "Hi, what are you doing in a mailbox?" asked Ztarlight. "Oh just chillin'" replied the neat-haired girl. Ztarlight squinted at her, "Hmm, I think I know you too... is your name Invader Bast?" The neat-haired girl paused. "Well... I... ARG! YES! YES I AM! DAMN YOU AND YOUR MIGHTY WORDPROBE!!!" Ztarlight looked unphased. "Maybe you'd likey come out of the mailbox, yes?" she asked. "Yes, tank you" said Bast as Ztarlight helped her out, "ARGH! you've broken my secret elbow!" she suddeny screamed, clutching her head. "Holy pigshit Batman!" CryingChild cried upon hearing this, she then ran over to Bast. "Greetings fellow Noodle quoter! Do you not fear the awsome power of tile grout?" "Well, spank my ass and call me Debbie!" said Bast. The two maniacs began exchanging quotes back and forth.

------After a few more minutes of utter foolishness

-- mock me, you fried cyclops!" The two quoters paused, satisfied. "Riiiiiight," said Ztarlight, "so, any theories as to what's going on? Anyone?" There was silence. "Okay! That answers that! So where do we go from here? I mean are the two of you going to start going to skool too?" CryingChild stared at her as if she had lobsters coming out of her nose. "Whadaya mean, 'start going to skool?' I was in skool all day! I gave Zimmy an umbrella!" They turned to look at Bast. "Well, I made the mistake of eating some of the cafetera food, and spent half the day in critical condition, but TECHNICALLY I was in skool." Ztarlight looked even more confused. She turned to CryingChild "You gave Zimmy an umbrella? But I was obsessivly watching Zimmy all day, I didn't see any umbrella-giving! You lie, you lieeeee!" CryingChild gripped the sides of her head. "MY HEAD HURTS!" she cried. "What do this? This is, this is total vocabulary failure!" "So," said Bast, assesing the situation, "Not only were the three of us inexplicably zapped into Zimworld, but since we all went to skool WITHOUT encountering each other, we must each have our own personal little Zimworld in which to wreak havoc. Kewl."

"Hmm, yes, yes it is cool." said Ztarlight contemplatively, "But then how come we can meet each other afterschool? It makes even less sense than everything else, and that says a LOT." CryingChild, who is good at drawing parallels, widened her eyes in realization. "No it doesn't! It's just like before, sorta. During the day, we'd all be at school, or work, or whatever, in wherever we lived, and we'd have no possible contact. But afterschool, we'd be able to interact through the POWER of FF.net! So..... that means that this is even more like SI than we thought! Hey, maybe we should buy trumpets!" "SI? Trumpets?" said Bast skepticaly, "Just WHAT are you high on? That CAN'T be right" "But I knooooooow it is!" said CryingChild desperately, waving her arms around wildly, "I can feeeeeel it in my brains as a profound realization!" she clutched the sides of her head. "Didn't you feel like that when you figured out the whole personal Zimworld thing? It's just uuuuuundisputable!" Ztarlight looked sad. "I wanna have a profound realization." Suddenly her eyes opened wide. "Britney Spears has deep-rooted phsycological problems." "Happy?" asked CryingChild. "Yes. Very."

----------And so, as it was prophisied, the trio of fanfic writers went to buy ridiculuosly overpriced frozen coffee drinks at a Jhonenized version of Starbucks, which was, as you can imagine, was a place of unimaginable horror.

CryingChild approached the cashier, whose name tag read, Justin-I-Work-In-A-Cafe-I'm-So-Cool-Shower-Me-With-Attention "What do YOU want?" JIWIACISCSMWA asked rudely. CryingChild blinked. "Um, we'd like three tall coffee Frappachinos please." (A/N: At Starbucks, they don't have 'small', 'medium' and 'large', but they have 'tall' 'grande' and 'venti' HOW pretentious can you get?) JIWIACISCSMWA glared at them. "So?" he asked. "Soooo... could you get them for us, maybe?" JIWIACISCSMWA continued to glare at them for a full minute. "Psht, whatever." he said, getting the cups filled with frosty caffine goodness. "That's $79.99." he said. "$79.99????" CryingChild cried, "I could buy 27 JTHM comics for that!" "Each." said JIWIACISCSMWA, unphased. Grumbling, CryingChild shelled out the $239.97. "It's a good thing cartoon characters never run out of money, just reach into your pocket, and there it is!"

They found a table and sat down. Nearby, a pimpley guy inexplicably screamed, overturned his table, and jumped out the large plate-glass window in front. A few tables away sat a guy with so many peircings his face was impossible to make out. His shirt read "I have holes in my face, am I not cool?" Near the front two teenaged girls sat talking; "And like, then totally, y'know? Like and then like um, like!" They both burst out laughing. Ztarlight looked around. "Oooh, I gotta remember this place." she said. Invader Bast chuckled a little, "I wonder where he got that done." she remarked, indicating the peirced guy. CryingChild saw only the caffine fix that sat in front of her, which she was rapidly sucking down. Bast and Ztarlight stare at her, in awe of her dedication to hyperness. (A/N: Bwah ha ha!)

They began to sip their drinks, glancing around at the madness. Two muscular guys fighting over which one of them could fight over stuff the best, a two-thousand year old man with a ponytail, talking on a cell phone, the retreating figure of Jhonen Vasquez through the window...

"Gasp!" they gasped, "After him!" and they began chasing Jhonen like the super-obsessed fangirls they were.

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Okay, I kinda wrote myself into a corner, like, fifty times in this chapter, and I'm sure it shows. And I don't mind telling you it took a loooooot of willpower to resist putting in a Nny cameo. Next chapter I promise the following things:

1. More Noodle quotes (several people scream 'no! for the love of gawd noooooo!') Um, okay, no more noodle quotes

2. An encounter with Jhonen (ooooh, I can't wait to write that)

3. The next day of skool, possibly with all three of us in the same class, possibly not, I'm not really sure.

4. MAJOR meddling on all parties.

Aaaaaand, since this chapter's a little light, I'm including a Zimmy Zim Doom Bonus Minific!!!! Yaaaaaaaay! It's just a little blurb that's been bouncing about in my head lately.

----Behind the scenes of IZ! (yes, it's one of those):

Room with a Moose:

Zim: No.

Jhonen: C'mon Zim.

Zim: Uh-uh.

Jhonen: It's not that bad.

Zim: No way, uh uh, nothing you say or do could make me do that opening scene.

Jhonen: I could draw you an inch taller in this episode.

Zim: N- Two inches.

Jhonen: Inch and a half.

Zim: Done. (walks away laughing) Mwah ha ha, foolish human geinus! (A/N: You know I'd never be able to call the great Jhonen a 'stinkbeast'! *shudders* perish the thought!)

Jhonen: (sighs) Okay, where's G.I.R.?

(cut to G.I.R., being tended to by, like, twelve makeup artists, talking on cell phone.)

G.I.R.: (on phone) ...yeah, I hear ya K-9, us robot dogs gotta stick together. So how much this time, 400? 500. Sure, I'll wire it to ya.

(cut back to Jhonen)

Intern: Hey, Mr. Vasquez, we've got a... situation in the parking lot.

Jhonen: What now?

Intern: The Dib fans and the Zim fans are fighting with each other.

Jhonen: Again??? How bad is it?

(Explosion is heard, studio shakes)

Intern: Pretty bad.

Jhonen: (sighs) Okay, give 'em another box.

(cut to parking lot where mobs and mobs of fangirls and fanboys are. A stagehand throws a box of Dib-style trenchcoats to them from a balcony, Dib fans and Zim fans alike swarm over it.)(cut back to Jhonen)

Jhonen: Man, sometimes I wonder why I didn't just stick to comics... (looks behind him to see floating head of Nailbunny) Oh yeah.