Notes:

This is where I took over. Horay.


Part IV


The room was cold, dark and silent. Movement seemed impossible, and that was right. Dib's eyes slowly focused on the ceiling which was covered in wires, most of them throbbing with electricity. Suddenly his mind snapped back into action, where it had left off earlier that day. Or was it the same day still?

"What... where am I?" his eyes darted around, then realised he was strapped down onto a table by cold metal shackles. Then it all flooded back to him. He had been caught out by fellow Eyeballs when he was in the field with Zim and...

"Zib?" Dib craned his neck, trying to see further then he could. But the rest of the room was shadowed in darkness, the only light was from the electric currents running through the wires above him, and that light was shining down on him. Dib could hear something tough, the muffled sound of tapping. A lot of tapping, like something, or someone was trying to break free from something.

And how right he was. Zim was in a cylinder much like the ones he had seen in his nightmares of being captured, and here he was! Suspending in green goop in this metal cylinder. Clawing at the glass he tried to free himself, but not much came from that.

"Cursed human technology... FAR inferior to Irken technology but still I curse it!!" Zim kicked at the glass, but only succeeded in hurting his foot. He hadn't been awake long, but his instincts told him to get out of there as fast as he could. Then his memory jogged. Dib was somewhere in this place, wherever it was, and so was Zib.

He frowned, he didn't like understand how he suddenly felt sorry, much less worried for the little hybrid spawn, but he found himself looking around frantically, trying to catch sight of him. Nearby on a table, he saw it. What was once Zib's jacket, and his glasses. Zim knew that even human technology would be unable to remove an Irken's suit, since technically it was attached to their pods, not allowing anyone other then that Irken to remove the clothing.

"Zib?" he looked around more, then saw him. Zib was in a similar container, but further away from Zim and the light which shown Dib in his full-headed glory. Zim's eyes widened as he saw Zib's motionless body hanging in the liquid.

"Zib! Zib wake up!" Zim knocked his fists against the glass, trying once again to break them, this time not for himself, but to get to Zib and get him out of here before anything would happen.

"Zim?" the Irken's antennae twitched as he heard Dib's voice from where he lay.

"What?!" Zim snapped loudly, annoyed at the glass, and Dib being alive.

"Where are you?" Dib asked, looking around more.

"Well let me see... my guess would be I'm LOCKED IN A STUPID GLASS CYLNDER AND UNABLE TO BREAK FREE?!" Zim screeched, not noticing the glass slightly shaking at the height his voice reached.

"Hey I'm not exactly a free guy here either!" Dib snapped back, trying to see Zim. "Any ideas where Zib is?"

"Oh so you CARE all of a sudden?" Zim folded his arms snobbishly, "I thought you didn't want anything to do with him!"

"Don't give me that! Why should I?! You're the one who made that stupid cloning machine!" Dib cried out, pulling at his hands which were latched down.

"Don't give me THAT excuse! ...either way he's in something like I am, but other there." Zim motioned with his hand, forgetting or not caring that Dib couldn't see.

"Great... just great... you're finally found out as an alien and I'm considered a traitor to all humanity while all I've been doing since you landed here is try to expose you for the freak you are! This is great, JUST great!" Dib ranted for a while, ignoring the sounds from Zim's cylinder as he tried to break it again. "WHAT are you doing?!"

"At least I'm trying to get out of this awful place!" Zim retorted, clawing at the glass.

"Oh please Zim, they have your face and everything else about you on file, there's NO way you can get out of this! At least I know the world is now safe from you and that stupid robot…." Dib continued, then stopped. He could almost see Zim's face light up at the mentioning of GIR.

"GIR! Yes! GIR's still out there! He'll be able to save me and Zib from this awful place! Thanks Dib, I guess your brain IS used for some use after all!" Zim's pod quickly sparked to life, and the communicator Zim occasionally uses sprouted out and hung in front of his face.

"I only hope he's able to comprehend the situation…"

"We're domed."

"Oh shut up!"

***


"Hello and welcome back, today's topic is out of control *click* treasure that will last *click* four days only! Be here or BE *click* waiting right now for your phone call, so gimmie a *click* hotdog! Get your hotdogs!" the TV screen hadn't been this so alive in, what, half an hour? GIR, finding himself alone in the house had decided to do what he normally does. Watch TV and order food.

The little robot sat on the couch, munching on what looked like a pizza that was sprinkled with taco dip, bananas and ice cream. He giggled as he changed channels more and more quickly until it was just a blur on the screen.  Suddenly GIR's antennae pops up higher from his head, and the antennae becomes a satellite and it projects a transmission into the air from Zim. Zim's still in the green goop, too.

"Hi Master!" GIR declared happily.

"GIR! I need your help urgently!" Zim screeched, looking around nervously as the goop swishes more.

"Are you swimming? I hope you're in a bikini!" GIR giggled at the idea of his Master in a bikini and swimming, but his image was popped by Zim.

"I've been captured! Me and Zib and even the filthy big headed Dib!" Zim continued.

"Woo!" GIR said happily, tongue hanging out his mouth.

"…GIR am I gonna have to go over this again?" the Irken's eyes narrowed, a migraine beginning to take shape in his head.

"Nope!" GIR replied, nodding his head. Zim sighed.

"GIR, once I finish this transmission run a scan using your guidance chip in your head to find me, then come and SAVE ME!" He was returned with a blank stare.

"I'll give you tacos!"

"SIR YES SIR!" now red eyes flashed, and GIR saluted his Master. Zim nods, then the transmission ends. He sits there for a while, then stands up.

"GIR searching for whereabouts of Master Zim!" Through GIR's vision, we see everything become see through and outlined by a red line. The words 'ZIM' in Irken writing is seen highlighted in right hand corner.

There's a quick pan through the city, out of the city, through the country side and passes a military sign reading Area 51, what looks like Big Foot, Nessie, and Elvis. Finally it comes to a stop at the Top Secret Swollen Eyeballs Base.

"Ah-ha!" GIR's search mode switched off, the co-ordinates now in his memory banks, what's left of them. He jumps into the air and lands on the ground after doing some impressive summer salts in mid air, and pulls his dog suit on.

"GIR's gonna save the day! Banana Man style!" He opened the door, closed it after him and rushes off into the dark night, shortly after his booster rockets in his feet roaring to life, and he vanished into the sky.