Scene 8: [A black screen with the words "Two Hours Later" written on it.
That fades out and we see the Cruiser pull out of hyper-drive. It closes in
on Irk, only to come up behind the Zhengian Armada which has surrounded the
planet. All four passengers stare at it in awe and shock.]
Zim: Sweet Jumping Jellybean…
Dib: Whoa…
Gaz: Look at the size of those things…
G.I.R.: Ooohhh…
Dib: [Looks at Zim] What now?
Zim: This is gonna take some fancy piloting.
Db: You mean we're actually gonna try and get through the blockade??
Gaz: That's insane.
G.I.R.: [smiling] And so are we!
Zim: [grins] Right. So let's go for it! [With an India-war-cry, he grabs the joystick and sends the Cruiser straight into the blockade. As they all scream, the Cruiser dodges countless laser blasts, breaks out of the blockade and goes hurtling towards the planet. Zim pulls hard on the joystick as they reach the main hanger off to the side of the palace, and the Cruiser comes to a screeching halt in the hanger, perfectly parked between two more Cruisers.] Whew. Well, that was easy, right? [He glances back at the others. Dib is clutching his seat, petrified. Gaz is still playing her GS2. G.I.R. is laughing crazily.]
G.I.R.: Let's do it again!!
Zim: All right. Let's get going. [He presses a button and the cockpit opens up, they all climb out into the hanger. Dib starts taking pictures of all the Voot Cruisers. Zim growls at him and he puts the camera away. Then Zim leads them through the hanger and into the palace, where they join a group of other Irkens who are marching off down the corridor.]
[Cut to a room a bit like the planet Conventia, only on a smaller scale. Irkens are pouring into it, including Zim, Dib, Gaz and G.I.R. The Tallest are standing on an elevated platform at the front of the room. As the last few Irkens file in, heavy metal door slam behind them. The Tallest look a bit worn out, having never handled anything crisis-like before.]
Red: I'm sure you're all aware of the current situation, so we won't explain it again.
Purple: You all have been called in because of your piloting skills. You will all be divided into different squadrons for the aerial part of our assault.
Red: Right. So, step up and be assigned. And make it snappy, we don't have all day. We've got loads more of you coming in to be assigned into regiments of ground forces.
Purple: Right, so if you'd come up in groups of a dozen or so, we'd appreciate it.
Red: Oh yeah! Before we start…do we have any volunteers to be a scouting party and go ahead of the others into the enemy's armada?? [The crowd is silent]
Purple: Oh come on…doesn't anybody want to risk their life first?
Red: [slyly] It's really an honor, you know. [A hand shoots into the air] Excellent! Come forward, soldier! [The soldier makes their way up through the crowd, accompanied by three others. The group reaches the platform and Zim climbs up onto it.]
Red & Purple: Zim???
Purple: What are you doing here?
Red: I don't remember calling you back.
Zim: I received your transmission just this afternoon. And as I'm sure the others here will agree with me, there is nothing more important to an Invader, than the safety of his home planet. [The Irkens in the crowd murmur and nod quietly.] So, as any loyal Invader would, I returned home, more than willing to put my life on the line for the Irken Empire. [The crowd of Irkens looks very impressed, and a few applaud lightly. The Tallest look at each other.]
Red: Um…ok then…I guess…
Purple: [Eyeing Gaz and Dib] And who are these ugly creatures?
Zim: [scowling] Stowaways. A couple of Earth brats. Pay them no mind. [Dib stares up at the Tallest, totally perplexed. Gaz glances up for a second, then returns to her game.]
G.I.R.: [waves at the Tallest] HI!!
Red: [leaning down to look at G.I.R.] Well, I see you're still functioning.
Purple: That's a surprise. [G.I.R. giggles insanely. The Tallest turn back to Zim.]
Red: We'll let you take on the scouting mission, Zim, but you'll have to take the Earthlings with you. We can't have them wandering around here.
Zim: [looking dumbstruck] But…but…but… [Dib grins]
Zim: Sweet Jumping Jellybean…
Dib: Whoa…
Gaz: Look at the size of those things…
G.I.R.: Ooohhh…
Dib: [Looks at Zim] What now?
Zim: This is gonna take some fancy piloting.
Db: You mean we're actually gonna try and get through the blockade??
Gaz: That's insane.
G.I.R.: [smiling] And so are we!
Zim: [grins] Right. So let's go for it! [With an India-war-cry, he grabs the joystick and sends the Cruiser straight into the blockade. As they all scream, the Cruiser dodges countless laser blasts, breaks out of the blockade and goes hurtling towards the planet. Zim pulls hard on the joystick as they reach the main hanger off to the side of the palace, and the Cruiser comes to a screeching halt in the hanger, perfectly parked between two more Cruisers.] Whew. Well, that was easy, right? [He glances back at the others. Dib is clutching his seat, petrified. Gaz is still playing her GS2. G.I.R. is laughing crazily.]
G.I.R.: Let's do it again!!
Zim: All right. Let's get going. [He presses a button and the cockpit opens up, they all climb out into the hanger. Dib starts taking pictures of all the Voot Cruisers. Zim growls at him and he puts the camera away. Then Zim leads them through the hanger and into the palace, where they join a group of other Irkens who are marching off down the corridor.]
[Cut to a room a bit like the planet Conventia, only on a smaller scale. Irkens are pouring into it, including Zim, Dib, Gaz and G.I.R. The Tallest are standing on an elevated platform at the front of the room. As the last few Irkens file in, heavy metal door slam behind them. The Tallest look a bit worn out, having never handled anything crisis-like before.]
Red: I'm sure you're all aware of the current situation, so we won't explain it again.
Purple: You all have been called in because of your piloting skills. You will all be divided into different squadrons for the aerial part of our assault.
Red: Right. So, step up and be assigned. And make it snappy, we don't have all day. We've got loads more of you coming in to be assigned into regiments of ground forces.
Purple: Right, so if you'd come up in groups of a dozen or so, we'd appreciate it.
Red: Oh yeah! Before we start…do we have any volunteers to be a scouting party and go ahead of the others into the enemy's armada?? [The crowd is silent]
Purple: Oh come on…doesn't anybody want to risk their life first?
Red: [slyly] It's really an honor, you know. [A hand shoots into the air] Excellent! Come forward, soldier! [The soldier makes their way up through the crowd, accompanied by three others. The group reaches the platform and Zim climbs up onto it.]
Red & Purple: Zim???
Purple: What are you doing here?
Red: I don't remember calling you back.
Zim: I received your transmission just this afternoon. And as I'm sure the others here will agree with me, there is nothing more important to an Invader, than the safety of his home planet. [The Irkens in the crowd murmur and nod quietly.] So, as any loyal Invader would, I returned home, more than willing to put my life on the line for the Irken Empire. [The crowd of Irkens looks very impressed, and a few applaud lightly. The Tallest look at each other.]
Red: Um…ok then…I guess…
Purple: [Eyeing Gaz and Dib] And who are these ugly creatures?
Zim: [scowling] Stowaways. A couple of Earth brats. Pay them no mind. [Dib stares up at the Tallest, totally perplexed. Gaz glances up for a second, then returns to her game.]
G.I.R.: [waves at the Tallest] HI!!
Red: [leaning down to look at G.I.R.] Well, I see you're still functioning.
Purple: That's a surprise. [G.I.R. giggles insanely. The Tallest turn back to Zim.]
Red: We'll let you take on the scouting mission, Zim, but you'll have to take the Earthlings with you. We can't have them wandering around here.
Zim: [looking dumbstruck] But…but…but… [Dib grins]