An Irken's Ransom
Chapter II: The meeting
"Irkens and humans, I call to order the first meeting of the Committee for the Well-Being of
Irken Invader Zim. We will begin the meeting with the Irken Planetary Anthem." (The IZ theme
begins without sound effects.) "Ok, now let's get to the issue at hand. Invader Zim has been
kidnapped." A gasp rolls over the croud of..seven. "I know. This heinous crime has taken place
at the Nickelodeon studios in Orlando, Florida. I need suggestions on how to rescue him." A
yet-to-be-seen Irken raised her hand. "Yes. Invader Crim?" She gets up and walks to the podium.
She is wearing A black shirt reading "I EXIST!!" written on the front, denim jeans with a
trenchcoat and Johnny the Homicidal Maniac style boots. "I suggest we take Zim by force. I mean,
he has Zim, and we can never get that kind of cash by tonight." "Good Idea." I declared "We have
the technology, the weapons, and the knowledge. But right now, we should go on a guided tour of
the building to familiarize ourselves with it's layout." "Well, then, What are we waiting for?"
"Everyone, do your best to keep up with the tour. We don't want anyone being detained, now do
we?" An uncomfortable laugh rose form the group, not knowing weather or not to take him
seriously. "This is a bunch of bull. He knows where Zim is. Let's just grab him." said Spiffy,
a 13 year old female nutcase who thinks she's an Irken Invader."No, we don't want to draw
attention to ourselves. Flame piped up and said, "You DO know that I have a few maps of the
studios, right?" "....Well then, screw this tour. Let's just look at the maps."
So we go back to the base to study the maps. At that point I logged on to my Yahoo.com E-Mail
account. I looked like this:
From / Subject / Date / Time /
NumberOne@nick.com/ Zim's ransom / 10/11/02 / 11:00 AM /
NumberOne@nick.com/ Time / 10/11/02 / 4:00 PM /
The E-Mail read:
The time will be 10:00 PM.
I turned around.
"Okay, we have six hours. We need to be there at 10 PM."
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I have a couple of revisions here.
first, I meant 6" not 6' and 4" instead of 4'
next, The level of insanity for me varies between 3 and 8
last, I also will have a 30-06 shotgun.
Z? Z? Z? Z? Z? Z? Z? Z? Z? Z? Z? Z? Z? Z? Z? Z? Z? Z? Z? Z? Z? Z? Z? Z? Z? Z? Z? Z? Z? Z? Z? Z?
Chapter II: The meeting
"Irkens and humans, I call to order the first meeting of the Committee for the Well-Being of
Irken Invader Zim. We will begin the meeting with the Irken Planetary Anthem." (The IZ theme
begins without sound effects.) "Ok, now let's get to the issue at hand. Invader Zim has been
kidnapped." A gasp rolls over the croud of..seven. "I know. This heinous crime has taken place
at the Nickelodeon studios in Orlando, Florida. I need suggestions on how to rescue him." A
yet-to-be-seen Irken raised her hand. "Yes. Invader Crim?" She gets up and walks to the podium.
She is wearing A black shirt reading "I EXIST!!" written on the front, denim jeans with a
trenchcoat and Johnny the Homicidal Maniac style boots. "I suggest we take Zim by force. I mean,
he has Zim, and we can never get that kind of cash by tonight." "Good Idea." I declared "We have
the technology, the weapons, and the knowledge. But right now, we should go on a guided tour of
the building to familiarize ourselves with it's layout." "Well, then, What are we waiting for?"
"Everyone, do your best to keep up with the tour. We don't want anyone being detained, now do
we?" An uncomfortable laugh rose form the group, not knowing weather or not to take him
seriously. "This is a bunch of bull. He knows where Zim is. Let's just grab him." said Spiffy,
a 13 year old female nutcase who thinks she's an Irken Invader."No, we don't want to draw
attention to ourselves. Flame piped up and said, "You DO know that I have a few maps of the
studios, right?" "....Well then, screw this tour. Let's just look at the maps."
So we go back to the base to study the maps. At that point I logged on to my Yahoo.com E-Mail
account. I looked like this:
From / Subject / Date / Time /
NumberOne@nick.com/ Zim's ransom / 10/11/02 / 11:00 AM /
NumberOne@nick.com/ Time / 10/11/02 / 4:00 PM /
The E-Mail read:
The time will be 10:00 PM.
I turned around.
"Okay, we have six hours. We need to be there at 10 PM."
_________________________________________________________________________________________________
I have a couple of revisions here.
first, I meant 6" not 6' and 4" instead of 4'
next, The level of insanity for me varies between 3 and 8
last, I also will have a 30-06 shotgun.
Z? Z? Z? Z? Z? Z? Z? Z? Z? Z? Z? Z? Z? Z? Z? Z? Z? Z? Z? Z? Z? Z? Z? Z? Z? Z? Z? Z? Z? Z? Z? Z?