Here is the second chapter, incredibly late and full of spelling and grammar errors, YAY! Also, I MUST point out the following...
While you may already know about the script for The Trial being available here: (http://thescarymonkeyshow.com/trialdraft.htm) among many other places, you still may not have heard about the scripts for Invader Poonchy, Ten Minutes 'Til Doom, and Roboparents Gone Wild, as well as a buncha other behind-the-scenes tidbits located here: (http://roomwithamoose.com/zim/closet/) You're welcome.
One last thing... I know this chapter is ridiculously short, but I promise I'll make it up to you with the next/last one.
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(Seconds later, CryingChild is still bleeding on the sidewalk. She is covered with squirrel bites and muttering.)
CryingChild: Hmm... I could destroy the universe, that would be a good present for anyone... (Gets up, notices Ztar, Zim and Bast heading towards her. Some buildings are in flames behind them. Ztar is still hovering and glowing and Zim is wearing a hat that says 'King of Da Earth')
Bast: Wow, I can't believe all the major governments of the world handed Earth over to you after three seconds of fighting.
Zim: I'm so happy...
Ztar: And I have head-explody! (Solemnly) I must only use my power for good and to steal candy. Oh, hey CC!
CryingChild: Hi guys!
Zim: Hey! Stench monster!
CryingChild: Yeeeeeeeeees?
Zim: Guess who your new unquestioned and all-powerful ruler is! I'll give you a hint: It's me!
CryingChild: Does that mean you'll come to the party?
Zim: (Talking to himself again) Hmmm... interesting. Earth is smelly, yet now Earth is under my control. And as the planet I now rule, it must be good. I LOVE Earth, now that I'm the ruler of it! (A/N: That last sentence was and actual Zim quote, so don't tell me it's unrealistic^_^) Therefore, I might enjoy this "Birthday Party" thing. Yes, yeeeeeeeeeeees, I will attend your "Party!" Wahahahahahahahahaha!
All: Wahahahahahahahahaha!
Zim: Stop that.
CryingChild: (Whispering to Zim) You DO know that as soon as this fic is over you'll no longer be emperor of Earth, right?
Zim: (Whispers back to her) Yes, but right NOW I am. Don't diminish that for me. I will destroy you.
CryingChild: Yessir!
Ztar: Are Gaz and GIR and Tak and everyone else going to come to?
Zim: Yes! Invite them! I want to see the look on that wretched Dib's face when he sees I am his master!
Bast: I wanna see the Tallest!
CryingChild: And I think some other people from the guild want to come... I'm writing as fast as I can! (Takes out a notepad and begins to scribble) Oy vey... I'll need a few minutes to work this out... (Walks off)
Ztar: And I'm going to go test out my powers... (Walks off)
Zim: And I'm just going to wander off aimlessly for no reason... (Walks off)
Bast: Okay, see you guys later! (Grins until they are out of sight, then adopts a worried look) Crud! I was so busy fighting that ravenous horde of sea monkeys that was trying to kill my family last week that I haven't had time to find Ztar a good birthday present! What am I going to do!? (Picks up squirrel and shakes it) WHAT, I ASK YOU!?!
Squirrel: ...
Bast: Aww, you're no help. (Throws squirrel away, it bites her ankle) Owch! Hmm... well, I'm in Zimworld, they gotta sell some neat-o stuff here. (Sticks finger in air) To the mall!
(One cut later, Bast is standing in front of a large building that says "Maul.")
Bast: Do you have any idea how easy and overused that pun is?
(Sue me.)
Bast: Fine!
(Fine!)
Bast: FINE!
(Later, in court...)
The Honorable Judge Delbert Finklemyer: In the case of Invader Bast vs The Narrator, I rule in favor of the defendant.
(Ha!)
The Honorable Judge Delbert Finklemyer: Oh wait... who's the guy who accuses the other guy?
Bailiff: The plaintiff.
The Honorable Judge Delbert Finklemyer: Oh yeah. Well, in that case, I rule in favor of the plaintiff.
Bast: Double ha!
(Crap.)
(Later, Bast is walking towards the Maul counting fistfuls of the Narrator's hard-earned money.)
Bast: Neener.
(Just then, a two-ton anvil fell on her for no reason.)
Bast: (From under the anvil) Geez, just because I won, no reason to take it out on me.
(Actually, I wasn't, that was supposed to happen.)
Bast: When I get my hands on CC... say, where is CC anyway?
(Meanwhile, on the other side of the Maul...)
CryingChild: (Looking over a piece of paper) Hmm... lessie, we've got Gaz, GIR, Irken Insane, Galadriel Weasley, Happy Noodle Boy, Invader Xat, Kat23a, Tak, Dib, Red, Purple, Kami, Rab, Nny, Bast, Ztar, Me and The Narrator. Phew! I've got my work cut out for me, and I still have to get a present.
(Wow, I've never been invited anywhere before! Usually I just tag along.)
CryingChild: Riiiiight, but you realize with you being non-corpreal, I can't hand you an invitation.
(That's okay! Just being invited anywhere is... Wow! I'm so happy! I... I think I love you. At that, CC begins backing away slowly and- HEY!)
CryingChild: Eheheheheh...
(Anyhoo, what are you going to do if more people try to sign up?)
CryingChild: I'm sick of writing fictions with thousands of people in it, and this one has way too many as it is. That's why I've brought along my bouncers. Could you give us a shot of them?
(CC removes from her pocket a dog-eared notepad and a well-chewed pen, and scribbles something on it. This calls into existence two of her least favorite, least interesting, but most useful fancharacters. Two identical, grotesquely muscular, bulgy-veined bodyguards with sloping brows and matching t-shirts that read "I Was Fired From Springer For Attacking Jerry" appear in front of her.)
CryingChild: Ty. Now get out of here, you two. I'll debrief you later.
Guards: (Exeunt. YES! I USED IT CORRECTLY THIS TIME!!! I'M THE GOD, I'M THE GOD!!!)
CryingChild: Shaddap.
(Okeydoo. Meanwhile, on the other, other side of the Maul...)
Bast: Hmm... well, the logical place to start would be at Video Funpit... (Enters store, picks up a Sonic game) Hmm... she said she liked these, but I don't know which ones she already has. (Throws it over her shoulder, a cat screeches offscreen. Picks up a copy of "Doom") I like the name... but, nah. (Throws it over her shoulder and through a window. Little Billy Slunchy is impaled on a shard of glass) This isn't as fruitful as I'd anticipated...
(Meanwhile, on the other, other, other side of the Maul, which isn't part of the Maul at all and is in fact several miles away from it...)
Ztar: (Standing in a moderately wooded area. Several trees and rocks have scorch marks on them) Lessie now... I've got the ability to fly, glow for no reason, 'splode heads, shoot lazers out of my eyes, travel through time and make hot buttered popcorn with a flick of the wrist! FUN! Hmmm ... travel through time... I wonder what would happen if I went back to the signing of the Declaration of Independence and poked John Adams in the thigh? I wonder what kind of person sits around wondering about stuff like that?
(And one trip spanning some two-hundred and twenty-eight years, followed by one mighty thigh-poke later, Ztar returns to the present. The world is in ruins.)
Ztar: Oooh...
(And one trip spanning some two-hundred and twenty-eight seconds, followed by one cancellation of a mighty thigh-poke later, Ztar returns to the present. The world is no longer in ruins.)
Ztar: That was so pointless, I want to scream. (Notices CC and Bast walking in her direction. They are both carrying wrapped packages which implies they found their gifts for Ztar without CC having to actually write the scenes, the lazy little...) Hiya!
CC: (Said all in one breath, incredibly fast) Hey Ztar I wanted to invite you to a party for your birthday but it's a surprise party so be sure not to tell yourself about it hey look a bunny anyway it's gonna be held in an hour or so in space and it'll be really fun it'll be so fun you will hurt with funness and now I have much to do so skiya! (Runs off)
Bast and Ztar: Bye!
Zim: (Walking up) I can't believe she hardly even put me in this chapter. I'll destroy her...
CC: (From offscreen) Yay!
While you may already know about the script for The Trial being available here: (http://thescarymonkeyshow.com/trialdraft.htm) among many other places, you still may not have heard about the scripts for Invader Poonchy, Ten Minutes 'Til Doom, and Roboparents Gone Wild, as well as a buncha other behind-the-scenes tidbits located here: (http://roomwithamoose.com/zim/closet/) You're welcome.
One last thing... I know this chapter is ridiculously short, but I promise I'll make it up to you with the next/last one.
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(Seconds later, CryingChild is still bleeding on the sidewalk. She is covered with squirrel bites and muttering.)
CryingChild: Hmm... I could destroy the universe, that would be a good present for anyone... (Gets up, notices Ztar, Zim and Bast heading towards her. Some buildings are in flames behind them. Ztar is still hovering and glowing and Zim is wearing a hat that says 'King of Da Earth')
Bast: Wow, I can't believe all the major governments of the world handed Earth over to you after three seconds of fighting.
Zim: I'm so happy...
Ztar: And I have head-explody! (Solemnly) I must only use my power for good and to steal candy. Oh, hey CC!
CryingChild: Hi guys!
Zim: Hey! Stench monster!
CryingChild: Yeeeeeeeeees?
Zim: Guess who your new unquestioned and all-powerful ruler is! I'll give you a hint: It's me!
CryingChild: Does that mean you'll come to the party?
Zim: (Talking to himself again) Hmmm... interesting. Earth is smelly, yet now Earth is under my control. And as the planet I now rule, it must be good. I LOVE Earth, now that I'm the ruler of it! (A/N: That last sentence was and actual Zim quote, so don't tell me it's unrealistic^_^) Therefore, I might enjoy this "Birthday Party" thing. Yes, yeeeeeeeeeeees, I will attend your "Party!" Wahahahahahahahahaha!
All: Wahahahahahahahahaha!
Zim: Stop that.
CryingChild: (Whispering to Zim) You DO know that as soon as this fic is over you'll no longer be emperor of Earth, right?
Zim: (Whispers back to her) Yes, but right NOW I am. Don't diminish that for me. I will destroy you.
CryingChild: Yessir!
Ztar: Are Gaz and GIR and Tak and everyone else going to come to?
Zim: Yes! Invite them! I want to see the look on that wretched Dib's face when he sees I am his master!
Bast: I wanna see the Tallest!
CryingChild: And I think some other people from the guild want to come... I'm writing as fast as I can! (Takes out a notepad and begins to scribble) Oy vey... I'll need a few minutes to work this out... (Walks off)
Ztar: And I'm going to go test out my powers... (Walks off)
Zim: And I'm just going to wander off aimlessly for no reason... (Walks off)
Bast: Okay, see you guys later! (Grins until they are out of sight, then adopts a worried look) Crud! I was so busy fighting that ravenous horde of sea monkeys that was trying to kill my family last week that I haven't had time to find Ztar a good birthday present! What am I going to do!? (Picks up squirrel and shakes it) WHAT, I ASK YOU!?!
Squirrel: ...
Bast: Aww, you're no help. (Throws squirrel away, it bites her ankle) Owch! Hmm... well, I'm in Zimworld, they gotta sell some neat-o stuff here. (Sticks finger in air) To the mall!
(One cut later, Bast is standing in front of a large building that says "Maul.")
Bast: Do you have any idea how easy and overused that pun is?
(Sue me.)
Bast: Fine!
(Fine!)
Bast: FINE!
(Later, in court...)
The Honorable Judge Delbert Finklemyer: In the case of Invader Bast vs The Narrator, I rule in favor of the defendant.
(Ha!)
The Honorable Judge Delbert Finklemyer: Oh wait... who's the guy who accuses the other guy?
Bailiff: The plaintiff.
The Honorable Judge Delbert Finklemyer: Oh yeah. Well, in that case, I rule in favor of the plaintiff.
Bast: Double ha!
(Crap.)
(Later, Bast is walking towards the Maul counting fistfuls of the Narrator's hard-earned money.)
Bast: Neener.
(Just then, a two-ton anvil fell on her for no reason.)
Bast: (From under the anvil) Geez, just because I won, no reason to take it out on me.
(Actually, I wasn't, that was supposed to happen.)
Bast: When I get my hands on CC... say, where is CC anyway?
(Meanwhile, on the other side of the Maul...)
CryingChild: (Looking over a piece of paper) Hmm... lessie, we've got Gaz, GIR, Irken Insane, Galadriel Weasley, Happy Noodle Boy, Invader Xat, Kat23a, Tak, Dib, Red, Purple, Kami, Rab, Nny, Bast, Ztar, Me and The Narrator. Phew! I've got my work cut out for me, and I still have to get a present.
(Wow, I've never been invited anywhere before! Usually I just tag along.)
CryingChild: Riiiiight, but you realize with you being non-corpreal, I can't hand you an invitation.
(That's okay! Just being invited anywhere is... Wow! I'm so happy! I... I think I love you. At that, CC begins backing away slowly and- HEY!)
CryingChild: Eheheheheh...
(Anyhoo, what are you going to do if more people try to sign up?)
CryingChild: I'm sick of writing fictions with thousands of people in it, and this one has way too many as it is. That's why I've brought along my bouncers. Could you give us a shot of them?
(CC removes from her pocket a dog-eared notepad and a well-chewed pen, and scribbles something on it. This calls into existence two of her least favorite, least interesting, but most useful fancharacters. Two identical, grotesquely muscular, bulgy-veined bodyguards with sloping brows and matching t-shirts that read "I Was Fired From Springer For Attacking Jerry" appear in front of her.)
CryingChild: Ty. Now get out of here, you two. I'll debrief you later.
Guards: (Exeunt. YES! I USED IT CORRECTLY THIS TIME!!! I'M THE GOD, I'M THE GOD!!!)
CryingChild: Shaddap.
(Okeydoo. Meanwhile, on the other, other side of the Maul...)
Bast: Hmm... well, the logical place to start would be at Video Funpit... (Enters store, picks up a Sonic game) Hmm... she said she liked these, but I don't know which ones she already has. (Throws it over her shoulder, a cat screeches offscreen. Picks up a copy of "Doom") I like the name... but, nah. (Throws it over her shoulder and through a window. Little Billy Slunchy is impaled on a shard of glass) This isn't as fruitful as I'd anticipated...
(Meanwhile, on the other, other, other side of the Maul, which isn't part of the Maul at all and is in fact several miles away from it...)
Ztar: (Standing in a moderately wooded area. Several trees and rocks have scorch marks on them) Lessie now... I've got the ability to fly, glow for no reason, 'splode heads, shoot lazers out of my eyes, travel through time and make hot buttered popcorn with a flick of the wrist! FUN! Hmmm ... travel through time... I wonder what would happen if I went back to the signing of the Declaration of Independence and poked John Adams in the thigh? I wonder what kind of person sits around wondering about stuff like that?
(And one trip spanning some two-hundred and twenty-eight years, followed by one mighty thigh-poke later, Ztar returns to the present. The world is in ruins.)
Ztar: Oooh...
(And one trip spanning some two-hundred and twenty-eight seconds, followed by one cancellation of a mighty thigh-poke later, Ztar returns to the present. The world is no longer in ruins.)
Ztar: That was so pointless, I want to scream. (Notices CC and Bast walking in her direction. They are both carrying wrapped packages which implies they found their gifts for Ztar without CC having to actually write the scenes, the lazy little...) Hiya!
CC: (Said all in one breath, incredibly fast) Hey Ztar I wanted to invite you to a party for your birthday but it's a surprise party so be sure not to tell yourself about it hey look a bunny anyway it's gonna be held in an hour or so in space and it'll be really fun it'll be so fun you will hurt with funness and now I have much to do so skiya! (Runs off)
Bast and Ztar: Bye!
Zim: (Walking up) I can't believe she hardly even put me in this chapter. I'll destroy her...
CC: (From offscreen) Yay!