Scene 9: [Zim's Voot Cruiser is flying away from the Capital City of Irk.
Cut to interior cockpit. Zim is fuming. Dib is ecstatic. Gaz is still
playing her GS2. G.I.R. is bopping around the cockpit with headphones on.]
Zim: [muttering to himself] This is ridiculous. I am an Irken Elite! I shouldn't be stuck babysitting the Earth brats. It's madness! Pure madness!
Dib: Tough luck, Zim! I guess they won't be throwing us in any dungeons, eh? [He laughs. Zim turns to say something nasty, but the Cruiser is shaken violently. Gaz's game is knocked from her hands. G.I.R.'s headphones are knocked off. They all are jostled around the cockpit and end up in a heap in the center.]
Zim: What the-?! What hit us??
Gaz: [speaking for the first time in a while, and looking alarmed] Enemy fighters at twelve o'clock! [Cut to exterior. A Patrol of Zhengian fighters are whizzing around the Cruiser, red lasers flying all around it.]
Dib: [scrambling to push G.I.R. off of him] Where did they all come from??
Zim: [shoving Dib out of the way to get to the controls] They must have detected our ion entrails! We'll have to outrun 'em! There's no way our weapons would stand a chance!
Gaz: [pushes her way to the controls] We'll see about that. Move over.
Zim: Hey – you can't just – hey! [Gaz glares at him and he falls silent. She grabs the joystick and puts a hand on the liquidy surface of the main console.]
[Cut to exterior again. The Cruiser (she or her) is suddenly doing moves no one ever thought possible! It shoots a small blue blast at the lead fighter (he or him). He takes the hit and swerves towards her angrily. She does a u- turn and he chases her for a few second. Then she surprises him by making a full turn and heading right for him! A fighter off to the right, seeing the odd situation, flies quickly towards her. The lead fighter shoots a pair of advanced torpedoes at her. She swerves upward a split second before the second pilot attempts to ram her. The torpedoes hit the second fighter and his ship is destroyed in a huge fiery explosion. Cut to Cruiser cockpit.]
Gaz: Yes!! Take that, scum! One down, two to go!
[The Cruiser takes a dive at the third fighter, which tries to apprehend her, shooting multiple small lasers at her. She dodges easily and shoots him with her own barrage of blue blasts. The ship is gone in only seconds. The leader turns tail and flies off quickly. Cut to cockpit.]
Gaz: Oh no, you don't!
[The leader then shoots a strange, purple warhead at the Cruiser. Confused by the new missile, Gaz doesn't avoid it in time.]
Dib: [just before impact, still in exterior view] We're all gonna die!!
[The blast hits them and engulfs the ship in a purple bubble for a moment. When it clears, the Cruiser is fine. Cut to interior. The crew looks around, confused, but relieved.]
Gaz: What was that?
G.I.R.: A Mag Blast! [The others turn to look at him] It disables our weapons. We can't shoot anymore.
Dib: But we can fix that…right…?
Zim: I don't know. The Cruiser's never been through something like this before. If we divert any more energy away from the engines, they might die out. Grrrr….. curse new technology!!!!
G.I.R.: [walks over to Gaz] Send the pods!
Gaz: What? [G.I.R. is about to speak, but Zim interrupts]
Zim: Too late… [They all turn and look. All eyes widen as they see a tractor beam, in the form of a large red hand, close in on them from the mother ship. Suddenly the comm-link crackles to life. Everyone jumps at the sound.]
Red: [distant, static-ish] Hello?? You were supposed to report five minutes ago… What's happening??
Zim: [nervously] Oh…we're just having some…technical difficulties…
Dib: We're all gonna die!!! I'm too young to die! My life insurance won't cover this! [Gaz smacks him in the back of the head, and he snaps back to normal] Thanks…I almost lost my cool there.
Zim: [laughs very nervously] Just ignore the fool, please. [He pushes Dib off screen]
Gaz: We were ambushed. Now we're caught in a tractor beam.
Purple: That's bad, right?
Red: We'll send a squadron up there as soon as they're ready. Just keep calm.
Purple: And don't tell them anything!! [The static drowns them out completely. Zim puts a hand on the console and shuts off the comm.]
Dib: What do we do now?
Zim: [eyes narrow] There's nothing we can do…but accept capture for now.
G.I.R.: [burst into tears and begins wailing] I don't wanna! I don't wanna! I don't wanna! [He grabs the hem of Dib's trench coat and blows his would- be nose.]
Zim: Quiet, G.I.R.! The Invaders accept temporary defeat head held high! Show no fear, my crew! Show no fear!
[The Cruiser is pulled by the red hand towards the open mouth of the mother ship, which is the opening to the hanger. Before it reaches the mouth, the hand reaches up and rubs the Cruiser roughly against the side of the mother ship, as if shining an apple, then puts the Cruiser in the hanger and flickers out of existence. The mouth closes with a creak and a bang.]
Zim: [muttering to himself] This is ridiculous. I am an Irken Elite! I shouldn't be stuck babysitting the Earth brats. It's madness! Pure madness!
Dib: Tough luck, Zim! I guess they won't be throwing us in any dungeons, eh? [He laughs. Zim turns to say something nasty, but the Cruiser is shaken violently. Gaz's game is knocked from her hands. G.I.R.'s headphones are knocked off. They all are jostled around the cockpit and end up in a heap in the center.]
Zim: What the-?! What hit us??
Gaz: [speaking for the first time in a while, and looking alarmed] Enemy fighters at twelve o'clock! [Cut to exterior. A Patrol of Zhengian fighters are whizzing around the Cruiser, red lasers flying all around it.]
Dib: [scrambling to push G.I.R. off of him] Where did they all come from??
Zim: [shoving Dib out of the way to get to the controls] They must have detected our ion entrails! We'll have to outrun 'em! There's no way our weapons would stand a chance!
Gaz: [pushes her way to the controls] We'll see about that. Move over.
Zim: Hey – you can't just – hey! [Gaz glares at him and he falls silent. She grabs the joystick and puts a hand on the liquidy surface of the main console.]
[Cut to exterior again. The Cruiser (she or her) is suddenly doing moves no one ever thought possible! It shoots a small blue blast at the lead fighter (he or him). He takes the hit and swerves towards her angrily. She does a u- turn and he chases her for a few second. Then she surprises him by making a full turn and heading right for him! A fighter off to the right, seeing the odd situation, flies quickly towards her. The lead fighter shoots a pair of advanced torpedoes at her. She swerves upward a split second before the second pilot attempts to ram her. The torpedoes hit the second fighter and his ship is destroyed in a huge fiery explosion. Cut to Cruiser cockpit.]
Gaz: Yes!! Take that, scum! One down, two to go!
[The Cruiser takes a dive at the third fighter, which tries to apprehend her, shooting multiple small lasers at her. She dodges easily and shoots him with her own barrage of blue blasts. The ship is gone in only seconds. The leader turns tail and flies off quickly. Cut to cockpit.]
Gaz: Oh no, you don't!
[The leader then shoots a strange, purple warhead at the Cruiser. Confused by the new missile, Gaz doesn't avoid it in time.]
Dib: [just before impact, still in exterior view] We're all gonna die!!
[The blast hits them and engulfs the ship in a purple bubble for a moment. When it clears, the Cruiser is fine. Cut to interior. The crew looks around, confused, but relieved.]
Gaz: What was that?
G.I.R.: A Mag Blast! [The others turn to look at him] It disables our weapons. We can't shoot anymore.
Dib: But we can fix that…right…?
Zim: I don't know. The Cruiser's never been through something like this before. If we divert any more energy away from the engines, they might die out. Grrrr….. curse new technology!!!!
G.I.R.: [walks over to Gaz] Send the pods!
Gaz: What? [G.I.R. is about to speak, but Zim interrupts]
Zim: Too late… [They all turn and look. All eyes widen as they see a tractor beam, in the form of a large red hand, close in on them from the mother ship. Suddenly the comm-link crackles to life. Everyone jumps at the sound.]
Red: [distant, static-ish] Hello?? You were supposed to report five minutes ago… What's happening??
Zim: [nervously] Oh…we're just having some…technical difficulties…
Dib: We're all gonna die!!! I'm too young to die! My life insurance won't cover this! [Gaz smacks him in the back of the head, and he snaps back to normal] Thanks…I almost lost my cool there.
Zim: [laughs very nervously] Just ignore the fool, please. [He pushes Dib off screen]
Gaz: We were ambushed. Now we're caught in a tractor beam.
Purple: That's bad, right?
Red: We'll send a squadron up there as soon as they're ready. Just keep calm.
Purple: And don't tell them anything!! [The static drowns them out completely. Zim puts a hand on the console and shuts off the comm.]
Dib: What do we do now?
Zim: [eyes narrow] There's nothing we can do…but accept capture for now.
G.I.R.: [burst into tears and begins wailing] I don't wanna! I don't wanna! I don't wanna! [He grabs the hem of Dib's trench coat and blows his would- be nose.]
Zim: Quiet, G.I.R.! The Invaders accept temporary defeat head held high! Show no fear, my crew! Show no fear!
[The Cruiser is pulled by the red hand towards the open mouth of the mother ship, which is the opening to the hanger. Before it reaches the mouth, the hand reaches up and rubs the Cruiser roughly against the side of the mother ship, as if shining an apple, then puts the Cruiser in the hanger and flickers out of existence. The mouth closes with a creak and a bang.]