Never blink 182 times; you might end up with human stink pigs on your
hands. An Invader Zim meets Blink 182 crossover!
A/N: okay, here we are again, seeing what lies inside the poor, demented mind of Courtney, or should I say Invader Sporkle? Don't ask. Any way, this chapter is for Invader Jet, who is my cousin, and ryanhasnobrain; he seems to like my stuff. So this one is for him. :-P ENJOY!
Disclaimer: I only own the idea for the story
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Act 2: Reckless Abandonment and Zim gets a lesson in sexology?
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Narrator: When we last left our heroes, or lack thereof, Zim had just sucked Mark and Travis into the television, and GIR was still tucked away in Tom's loving embrace. Awww. What will happen next? Well, if you really wanna know…READ GOD DAMMIT!!
(Zim is still laughing until Mark and Travis fall on top of him)
Mark: Ow! My ass! That hurt like a mother!
Travis: NoOoOoO!!!! I think I broke my wrist! My career is over! This is the –
Zim: ENOUGH! Stand away you smell of feet! Leave me alone!
Mark: (hurt) Hey, I took a shower today buddy.
Travis: (still cradling his injured wrist) Where are we?
Tom: (Still holding GIR securely) Zim has sucked us into the television. We are now in the T.V. Show Invader Zim.
GIR: Hi!
Travis: What's that?
Tom: (Smiling proudly) He's GIR. He's my friend. (Smiles again and bats his eyelashes)
GIR: Hi!
Mark: Is that all that he can say?
GIR: Yes…wait a minute….no.
Travis: Ha! He's almost as stupid as Tom! They're a perfect couple! (Laughs so hard he cries)
Tom: (looks hurt) Oh…well if that's how you really feel.
GIR: I'm not stupid…I'm advanced!
Tom: (gives a cute little crooked smile)
Mark: ri-i-i-i-i-ite, that's just what you want us to think.
Zim: (Tapping foot) ahem…
(All 3 blink boys turn around to face Zim)
Zim: Have you forgotten exactly WHO is in charge of this OPERATION! (Shakes fist in the air)
Mark: Hey, don't throw a hissy fit with me. I don't even know why I'm here!
Zim: Follow ME! (Turns around and begins walking in that really strange way where he just kicks his legs straight up in front of him. Like, when you walk when you don't bend your knees)
Tom: Okay! Fine with me! (Mark and Travis follow Tom who is following Zim and clutching GIR who is randomly screaming)
Zim: GIR! I told you to be QUIET!
GIR: taco, taco, tacoooo
Tom: hey we like tacos too! Don't we!
Travis and Mark: (rolling their eyes) Yes
Tom: (all excited and such) Told ya!
(They approach a rather large voot runner)
Zim: get in the back fools. (laughter)
(All of them pile into the back. Zim hops into the drivers seat and they begin to fly home.)
Tom: I'm hungry. Are you hungry GIR?
Mark: You're fucking redicu-
GIR: yes. I'm gonna eat a rat.
Travis: Dude, that's really gross.
GIR: I understand….
Tom: If I could choose something to eat right now…I'd have a bean and cheese burrito.
GIR: I'd have a large classic poop. Ooh! And maybe a giant burrito!
Tom and GIR: BUR-RI-TOOOOOOO!!!
Mark: (to Travis) they're hopeless (Travis nods in agreement)
Zim: GIR! I just upgraded your guiding system. Which way do we go?
GIR: Uh, I dunno, I left that at home.
Zim: You left what at home?
GIR: the guidey chippy thingie
Zim: Why would you DO that?
GIR: mmm, I, DON'T know. Doo di doo di doo
Travis: This is so boring…
Mark: You can say that again.
Travis: This is so boring…
Tom: God what is up with you people and taking things so literally today?
GIR: All the small things. True care, truth brings….
Tom: HEY!
GIR: Whaaaaaaat?
Tom: I wrote that song! And I sing it too, and I play guitar for it too…as a matter of fact, we're the band who does that song!
GIR: WOW!
(Tom and GIR continue to sing all the small things until)
Ship emergency System: Low fuel. Low fuel. You are doomed to crash.
Zim: What happened? Why did we run out of fuel so quickly?
GIR: I emptied it out.
Zim: Emptied it? Why?
GIR: To make room for the tuna.
(The ship begins to plummet towards the ground)
Tom: (High pitched girly scream)
Mark: (Assorted curse words)
Travis: (Huddled in corner rocking back and forth)
GIR: (Gripping to Tom for dear life screaming)
Zim: (trying to figure out how to keep the ship from crashing)
(The ship crashes in the middle of the street)
GIR: (jumping out of the wreckage) I'M NAKED! WOOHOO!
Tom: hey that looks like fun! (Takes off all of his clothes :o) I'M NAKED TOO!
(Mark and Travis emerge from the wreckage only to shield their eyes)
Mark: Aw, man, Fuck Tom put you goddamn pants back on! I really could've gone all day without seeing that!
Travis: (just stands there. His fragile little mind has been warped)
Mark: (Shaking Travis' shoulder) Dude are you okay?
Travis: (slowly shakes his head)
Mark: Fuck you Tom! Look at what you've done to Travis.
(Tom was too busy running with GIR to hear Mark.)
Zim: (pops out of the rubble) GIR! KEEP IT DOWN!!! DO YOU WANT TO WAKE UP THE WHOLE NEIGHBORHOOD?!?!??!!
GIR: I DO!!!! WOOOHOO I'M RUNNING!
Zim: (punches himself in the head) Stupid, stupid, stupid
Mark: (walks up to Zim) hey dude, you may be a strange alien thing, but I know how you feel.
Zim: You do?
Mark: Hell yeah! I tour with that moron Tom! He drives me insane. Sure he's my best friend but he is annoying as fuck sometimes.
Zim: (chuckles) yes, but this is different, something else entirely.
Mark: Can't be too different. (Looks in the direction of Tom and GIR) Dude, that's just nasty.
Zim: (shudders) what IS that thing?
Mark: (bewildered) oh, uh…it's called a penis.
Zim: What does it do? Is it lethal? (Gives a hopeful look)
Mark: (deciding to toy with Zim's brain) yes, very lethal, but only when its angry. It'll get real hard, and stand up, and shoot really hot white liquid out.
Zim: (in awe) Do you have one?
Mark: (proudly) yeah, they come in all sizes. I got a big one. My friend Travis over there has one too, just not as big as mine.
Zim: (intrigued) Where can I get one of these, penises, that you speak of…
Mark: uh…you can't get them any more, they were deemed too dangerous for the general public.
Zim: Curse you! CURSE YOOOOUUUUU!!!
(Meanwhile)
Tom: I'm tired. How about you?
GIR: Me too.
Tom: I'm cold too.
GIR: Me too.
Tom: Lets put our clothes back on.
GIR: Okie dokie!
(They both put on their clothes and walk to the nearest house. Tom knocks on the door. Someone answers.)
GIR: AHHH! It's the one who tries to hurt my master!
Tom: AHHH!
Person at The door: AHHHH
Tom: It's, It's!
Person at the Door: It's, It's!
GIR: DIB!
Dib: TOM!
Narrator: What will happen next? Will Dib pass out from excitement? Will Tom wheedle all of Dib's extraterrestrial information out of him? Will GIR get his tacos? Will Zim get the penis that he wants ever so badly? Will Mark tell him the truth about the infamous penis? Tune in next time to Never blink 182 times; you might end up with human stink pigs on your hands! An Invader Zim meets blink-182 crossover!
A/N: okay, here we are again, seeing what lies inside the poor, demented mind of Courtney, or should I say Invader Sporkle? Don't ask. Any way, this chapter is for Invader Jet, who is my cousin, and ryanhasnobrain; he seems to like my stuff. So this one is for him. :-P ENJOY!
Disclaimer: I only own the idea for the story
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Act 2: Reckless Abandonment and Zim gets a lesson in sexology?
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Narrator: When we last left our heroes, or lack thereof, Zim had just sucked Mark and Travis into the television, and GIR was still tucked away in Tom's loving embrace. Awww. What will happen next? Well, if you really wanna know…READ GOD DAMMIT!!
(Zim is still laughing until Mark and Travis fall on top of him)
Mark: Ow! My ass! That hurt like a mother!
Travis: NoOoOoO!!!! I think I broke my wrist! My career is over! This is the –
Zim: ENOUGH! Stand away you smell of feet! Leave me alone!
Mark: (hurt) Hey, I took a shower today buddy.
Travis: (still cradling his injured wrist) Where are we?
Tom: (Still holding GIR securely) Zim has sucked us into the television. We are now in the T.V. Show Invader Zim.
GIR: Hi!
Travis: What's that?
Tom: (Smiling proudly) He's GIR. He's my friend. (Smiles again and bats his eyelashes)
GIR: Hi!
Mark: Is that all that he can say?
GIR: Yes…wait a minute….no.
Travis: Ha! He's almost as stupid as Tom! They're a perfect couple! (Laughs so hard he cries)
Tom: (looks hurt) Oh…well if that's how you really feel.
GIR: I'm not stupid…I'm advanced!
Tom: (gives a cute little crooked smile)
Mark: ri-i-i-i-i-ite, that's just what you want us to think.
Zim: (Tapping foot) ahem…
(All 3 blink boys turn around to face Zim)
Zim: Have you forgotten exactly WHO is in charge of this OPERATION! (Shakes fist in the air)
Mark: Hey, don't throw a hissy fit with me. I don't even know why I'm here!
Zim: Follow ME! (Turns around and begins walking in that really strange way where he just kicks his legs straight up in front of him. Like, when you walk when you don't bend your knees)
Tom: Okay! Fine with me! (Mark and Travis follow Tom who is following Zim and clutching GIR who is randomly screaming)
Zim: GIR! I told you to be QUIET!
GIR: taco, taco, tacoooo
Tom: hey we like tacos too! Don't we!
Travis and Mark: (rolling their eyes) Yes
Tom: (all excited and such) Told ya!
(They approach a rather large voot runner)
Zim: get in the back fools. (laughter)
(All of them pile into the back. Zim hops into the drivers seat and they begin to fly home.)
Tom: I'm hungry. Are you hungry GIR?
Mark: You're fucking redicu-
GIR: yes. I'm gonna eat a rat.
Travis: Dude, that's really gross.
GIR: I understand….
Tom: If I could choose something to eat right now…I'd have a bean and cheese burrito.
GIR: I'd have a large classic poop. Ooh! And maybe a giant burrito!
Tom and GIR: BUR-RI-TOOOOOOO!!!
Mark: (to Travis) they're hopeless (Travis nods in agreement)
Zim: GIR! I just upgraded your guiding system. Which way do we go?
GIR: Uh, I dunno, I left that at home.
Zim: You left what at home?
GIR: the guidey chippy thingie
Zim: Why would you DO that?
GIR: mmm, I, DON'T know. Doo di doo di doo
Travis: This is so boring…
Mark: You can say that again.
Travis: This is so boring…
Tom: God what is up with you people and taking things so literally today?
GIR: All the small things. True care, truth brings….
Tom: HEY!
GIR: Whaaaaaaat?
Tom: I wrote that song! And I sing it too, and I play guitar for it too…as a matter of fact, we're the band who does that song!
GIR: WOW!
(Tom and GIR continue to sing all the small things until)
Ship emergency System: Low fuel. Low fuel. You are doomed to crash.
Zim: What happened? Why did we run out of fuel so quickly?
GIR: I emptied it out.
Zim: Emptied it? Why?
GIR: To make room for the tuna.
(The ship begins to plummet towards the ground)
Tom: (High pitched girly scream)
Mark: (Assorted curse words)
Travis: (Huddled in corner rocking back and forth)
GIR: (Gripping to Tom for dear life screaming)
Zim: (trying to figure out how to keep the ship from crashing)
(The ship crashes in the middle of the street)
GIR: (jumping out of the wreckage) I'M NAKED! WOOHOO!
Tom: hey that looks like fun! (Takes off all of his clothes :o) I'M NAKED TOO!
(Mark and Travis emerge from the wreckage only to shield their eyes)
Mark: Aw, man, Fuck Tom put you goddamn pants back on! I really could've gone all day without seeing that!
Travis: (just stands there. His fragile little mind has been warped)
Mark: (Shaking Travis' shoulder) Dude are you okay?
Travis: (slowly shakes his head)
Mark: Fuck you Tom! Look at what you've done to Travis.
(Tom was too busy running with GIR to hear Mark.)
Zim: (pops out of the rubble) GIR! KEEP IT DOWN!!! DO YOU WANT TO WAKE UP THE WHOLE NEIGHBORHOOD?!?!??!!
GIR: I DO!!!! WOOOHOO I'M RUNNING!
Zim: (punches himself in the head) Stupid, stupid, stupid
Mark: (walks up to Zim) hey dude, you may be a strange alien thing, but I know how you feel.
Zim: You do?
Mark: Hell yeah! I tour with that moron Tom! He drives me insane. Sure he's my best friend but he is annoying as fuck sometimes.
Zim: (chuckles) yes, but this is different, something else entirely.
Mark: Can't be too different. (Looks in the direction of Tom and GIR) Dude, that's just nasty.
Zim: (shudders) what IS that thing?
Mark: (bewildered) oh, uh…it's called a penis.
Zim: What does it do? Is it lethal? (Gives a hopeful look)
Mark: (deciding to toy with Zim's brain) yes, very lethal, but only when its angry. It'll get real hard, and stand up, and shoot really hot white liquid out.
Zim: (in awe) Do you have one?
Mark: (proudly) yeah, they come in all sizes. I got a big one. My friend Travis over there has one too, just not as big as mine.
Zim: (intrigued) Where can I get one of these, penises, that you speak of…
Mark: uh…you can't get them any more, they were deemed too dangerous for the general public.
Zim: Curse you! CURSE YOOOOUUUUU!!!
(Meanwhile)
Tom: I'm tired. How about you?
GIR: Me too.
Tom: I'm cold too.
GIR: Me too.
Tom: Lets put our clothes back on.
GIR: Okie dokie!
(They both put on their clothes and walk to the nearest house. Tom knocks on the door. Someone answers.)
GIR: AHHH! It's the one who tries to hurt my master!
Tom: AHHH!
Person at The door: AHHHH
Tom: It's, It's!
Person at the Door: It's, It's!
GIR: DIB!
Dib: TOM!
Narrator: What will happen next? Will Dib pass out from excitement? Will Tom wheedle all of Dib's extraterrestrial information out of him? Will GIR get his tacos? Will Zim get the penis that he wants ever so badly? Will Mark tell him the truth about the infamous penis? Tune in next time to Never blink 182 times; you might end up with human stink pigs on your hands! An Invader Zim meets blink-182 crossover!
