-Disclaimer-

As most of you probably know, I do not own any of these characters. All Zim characters and stuff belong to the one and only Jhonen Vasquez [As I'm hoping everyone should know], and I own nothing but the plot and stupidity of this story. I'm a penniless kid attempting to achieve a life by writing stories. Someone help me, it's not working.

-On to the story-

GIR sat on the couch, remote control in hand, eyes glued to the television screen. The Scary Monkey Show had temporarily been held off air for classified reasons, and so the TV screen was displaying a white-lettered message against a bright blue background that read, "We are sorry, but this station is temporarily unavailable. Please check back later."

Zim sauntered into the room and stared at GIR, then looked toward the TV. "… What are you doing, GIR?" he asked incredulously.

GIR waved a hand toward Zim. "Shhhh! Don't talk! This is a good part!" he squealed, leaning forward. He raised his hands to his mouth and his eyes widened. "No, Margaret, NO! Don't go in there! He's gotta gun! You gotta go save the doggie!"

Zim looked toward the TV. "Margaret? What kind of filthy pig worm is Margaret? I see no Margaret."

GIR shushed him again, irritated. "Not now, master! She's going to kiss Danny. Oh, no, Margaret! Can't you see he's using you?! DON'T KISS `EM! KISS ME!!" GIR leapt off the couch and slammed himself into the TV, slobbering all over the screen, while Zim watched with confusion and pity.

"I'm not going to let you watch this, GIR," Zim decided, snatching the remote control and flipping the channel. "You'll get more stupid than you are already."

GIR burst into tears. "But I wanna see what happens to Margaret! I have to see what happens to Margaret!" Zim ignored him and sat down on the couch, glaring at the TV screen.

On the TV screen, three girls sat on a bed. One of the girls had a phone in her lap. She picked it up, dialed a random number, and raised the phone to her ear. There were a few seconds, and then a man picked up.

"Hi!" the girl greeted. "My name is Suzanne Miller from your local radio station, 623535252145.5 WYF! I have called to inform you that you have just won $100,000,000,000,000,000 dollars!"

"How did you get my number?" the guy asked skeptically, and then took the girl's words into thought. "$100,000,000,000,000,000 bucks?! Oh, man! Wow! Did I enter this contest or something? I don't remember entering anything."

The girl held back a giggle. "Oh, no, sir, we picked someone random out of your community, and, well, that happened to be you! Congratulations, sir!" She thought for a second. "Please date me!"

"Date you?" the guy asked, bewildered. "Why would I date you? I just want the prize."

The girl faked a gasp. "Oh, I knew you used me!" she screamed. "It's all your fault! No money for you!" She slammed the phone down and the group of girls broke into crazed giggles.

"That was a great prank phone call, Naomi!" one of the girls screamed between fits of laughter.

Zim snorted. "These humans take pleasure in doing the most pointless things," he remarked, "and are very gullible. Hmmm. If they are gullible, it would be easy to fool them… GIR! We are going to try this… prank phone calling thing… Perhaps we will be able to do something successful."

Zim grabbed GIR, and snatched the phone off it's hook.

Yes, due to my lack of life, I must say this, "To be continued."