Invader Zim Holiday Special 105 a/b: A Very Terrible Turkey Day
Written by Dither (with help from others, to be named next chapter)
A/N: Happy Turkey Day you Irken Scum all you horrible special people you. ^.^
Scene 1
Fade In Opening Credits Roll Title: A Very Terrible Turkey Day
Scene opens at Skool. Students are sitting, conversing excitedly amongst themselves. Ms. Bitters is not in the classroom
Children stand on their desks and wave their squiggly arms about. Some are dressed as pilgrims, others as Native Americans, some as turkeys. Thanksgiving decorations litter the room
Ms. Bitters walks into the room and lets a shrill hiss escape
Through Ms. Bitters' eyes we see the pilgrims, native Americans, and turkeys may vicious growling noises and wave their spooky arms at her
Ms. Bitters: Pointing at the nearest pilgrim childYou didn't get me in Salem and you won't get me now!
Ms. Bitters uses her vapory flight to escape into the recesses of her desk. A woman that looks identical to Ms. Bitters steps into the room
Dib: Ms. Bitters? What was that about?
Ms. Sours: I am not Ms. Bitters. I am taking over in her absence; you may call me Ms. Sours.
Dib: Ms. Sours? Are you and Ms. Bitters related somehow?
Ms. Sours whooshes up in front of Dib's desk and leans over him, peering deep into his soul
The whole room turns red and black around her, and she becomes like a shadow demon. Dib looks terrified at Ms. Sours
The world reverts to normal and Ms. Sours steps back
Ms. Sours: My, wouldn't you like to know?
Ms. Sours turns and drifts to Ms. Bitters' desk. She hovers next to it and scans the classroom
Dib is waving his hand frantically. Ms. Sours grimaces and nods at him
Ms. Sours: Yes Dib?
Dib: Um, Ms. Sours, do you know what happened to Zim today?
Ms. Sours: Zim who?
Dib: The green kid who sits ... there! Points at Zim's empty desk dramatically
Ms. Sours: I have no idea why your friend isn't here. Probably turkey poisoning. That happens around this time of year.
Dib: Turkey poisoning? There's something I hadn't thought of. Hm ... turkey poisoning, there's a thought, ... turkey poison ... WAIT! Zim's not my friend!
Ms. Sours: Fascinating.
Dib: You see, Zim's an alien, and I want to be a Paranormal Investigator, and it's their duty to track down and study aliens.
Ms. Sours: Sounding venomous Really?
Dib: Oblivious Yeah, so that makes him my nemesis, not my friend. My arch- nemesis even. We're archnemesises ... archnemeees ... archnemehuhwha ...
Ms. Sours: Bitterly Arch-nemeses.
Dib: Continuing right, arch-nemeses, thanks, we're a couple of ... not- liking-each-others ... and we ...
The camera pulls in for extreme close-up of Ms. Sours' eye is just beginning to twitch, and then the bell rings
Ms. Sours: Now children, especially you Dib, report to your Pageant Supervisor for this evening's performance.
The children start moving slowly
Ms. Sours: Go. Go NOW. Camera follows her arm with whoosh as she points accusingly at the door
The children in their various guises file out the door
Fade Out
End Scene 1
A/N: But where are Zim and GIR? Where has Ms. Bitters fled to? What terrible adventures await Dib during the Thanksgiving Pageant? I'd like to tell you, but I started writing this a bit too late in the day, sorry. More soon!
Written by Dither (with help from others, to be named next chapter)
A/N: Happy Turkey Day you Irken Scum all you horrible special people you. ^.^
Scene 1
Fade In Opening Credits Roll Title: A Very Terrible Turkey Day
Scene opens at Skool. Students are sitting, conversing excitedly amongst themselves. Ms. Bitters is not in the classroom
Children stand on their desks and wave their squiggly arms about. Some are dressed as pilgrims, others as Native Americans, some as turkeys. Thanksgiving decorations litter the room
Ms. Bitters walks into the room and lets a shrill hiss escape
Through Ms. Bitters' eyes we see the pilgrims, native Americans, and turkeys may vicious growling noises and wave their spooky arms at her
Ms. Bitters: Pointing at the nearest pilgrim childYou didn't get me in Salem and you won't get me now!
Ms. Bitters uses her vapory flight to escape into the recesses of her desk. A woman that looks identical to Ms. Bitters steps into the room
Dib: Ms. Bitters? What was that about?
Ms. Sours: I am not Ms. Bitters. I am taking over in her absence; you may call me Ms. Sours.
Dib: Ms. Sours? Are you and Ms. Bitters related somehow?
Ms. Sours whooshes up in front of Dib's desk and leans over him, peering deep into his soul
The whole room turns red and black around her, and she becomes like a shadow demon. Dib looks terrified at Ms. Sours
The world reverts to normal and Ms. Sours steps back
Ms. Sours: My, wouldn't you like to know?
Ms. Sours turns and drifts to Ms. Bitters' desk. She hovers next to it and scans the classroom
Dib is waving his hand frantically. Ms. Sours grimaces and nods at him
Ms. Sours: Yes Dib?
Dib: Um, Ms. Sours, do you know what happened to Zim today?
Ms. Sours: Zim who?
Dib: The green kid who sits ... there! Points at Zim's empty desk dramatically
Ms. Sours: I have no idea why your friend isn't here. Probably turkey poisoning. That happens around this time of year.
Dib: Turkey poisoning? There's something I hadn't thought of. Hm ... turkey poisoning, there's a thought, ... turkey poison ... WAIT! Zim's not my friend!
Ms. Sours: Fascinating.
Dib: You see, Zim's an alien, and I want to be a Paranormal Investigator, and it's their duty to track down and study aliens.
Ms. Sours: Sounding venomous Really?
Dib: Oblivious Yeah, so that makes him my nemesis, not my friend. My arch- nemesis even. We're archnemesises ... archnemeees ... archnemehuhwha ...
Ms. Sours: Bitterly Arch-nemeses.
Dib: Continuing right, arch-nemeses, thanks, we're a couple of ... not- liking-each-others ... and we ...
The camera pulls in for extreme close-up of Ms. Sours' eye is just beginning to twitch, and then the bell rings
Ms. Sours: Now children, especially you Dib, report to your Pageant Supervisor for this evening's performance.
The children start moving slowly
Ms. Sours: Go. Go NOW. Camera follows her arm with whoosh as she points accusingly at the door
The children in their various guises file out the door
Fade Out
End Scene 1
A/N: But where are Zim and GIR? Where has Ms. Bitters fled to? What terrible adventures await Dib during the Thanksgiving Pageant? I'd like to tell you, but I started writing this a bit too late in the day, sorry. More soon!