Invader Zim Holiday Special 105 a/b: A Very Terrible Turkey Day
Written by Dither with suggestions from Kestelia, Lady Random, and Gaz1308
A/N: I realize that it has now been over half a month since Thanksgiving, but bear with me, this fic has been more taxing on my imagination than any ones previous.
Scene 4
Fade In
The Massive is docked to a space station, orbiting a planet that, if examined closely, appears to be entirely covered in snack foods, piled high into the atmosphere
Tallest Red: ... I don't see what's so hard to understand about this...
Tallest Purple: Don't you realize who we are?
The Squinting Irken Store Clerk peers at the Tallest
(A/N: SISC = Squinting Irken Store Clerk)
SISC: In a low, rough, aged store-clerk voice I'm sorry, but I can't allow you to purchase that without a picture ID.
Purple: We don't NEED ID!
SISC points to a sign next to him that reads: "Everybody needs a picture ID, because we say so! -Almighty Tallest"
Red: To Purple When did we say that?
Purple: To Red I dunno, but we gotta do something or we'll never get our snacks!
Red: Alright-y, how about we um ... we'll um, compensate you for your um ... loss ... Harsh Whisper C'mon, just let us get our snacks.
SISC: Trying to appear as thoroughly, superiorly intelligent as possible I'm sorry, but I can't do that. I have to see some ID.
Red: You know what? Fine. FINE! Be that way!
SISC: Calmly Please don't yell sir. Let me remind you, we are all under surveillance.
SISC points up at camera, which focuses on Red and Purple. They all shudder
By now, the Tallest have begun to attract a small crowd, which peers curiously over shelves of candies, chips, and juices
Red pulls a long, rolled-up sheet of paper out of his ID Pak. He unrolls it. It is a picture of Red and Purple, looking menacing, with the words: "Almighty Tallest Red and Purple" across the bottom
SISC peers at the poster
SISC: In a low, aged store-clerk voice, with a hint of "the customer is always right hatred" All right, everything seems to be in order. I'll just run this all through, and ... okay, your account has been credited. Thank you for shopping!
Red: Thank YOU! Grabs up his bag of Poop Corn and stomps out of store
Purple: Following after Red JEEZ that took a long time. If I were Tallest, people wouldn't be allowed to DO that. Pauses Hey! I AM Tallest! WOOOO! I can do what I want!
Purple knocks over a display of Ugly Poop Products
Purple: Wooo! Runs out of store
SISC: Yeesh. Irkens these days ... no respect for their superiors...
Fade Out
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Fade In
Back aboard The Massive
Red gets comfy in a chair, and opens a plastic bag and pulls out a Sam- mich
Plays with the Sam'mich, giving it a voice
Sam'mich (Red): I am Zim! Look at me, I'm all stoopid. I like to annihilate things, but I'm BAD at it.
Red: Well Zim, I think it's time I introduced you to my squeedilyspooch! I'll give you the GRAND TOUR! Takes a bite out of the Sam'mich
Sam'mich (Red): Oh NO! What have you done! My delicious innards... NOO!
Red: I will devour you ALL!!
Red stuffs the entire Sam'mich into mouth and chews loudly, with his mouth open
There is a beep, and the communications screen activates. The Voice is back
Voice: Sirs! Urgent message! From Invader! Larb! It seems he! Has lost! Control of the Planet! Again! He! Awaits your further! Instructions!
Purple sighs and turns to Red, who opens his mouth, showing off his mostly- chewed food. Purple makes a disgusted face and turns back to the monitor
Purple: Well, tell him to conquer the planet AGAIN, and not to call us until he gets it right!
Red begins choking and spewing nasty mostly-chewed Sam'mich all over the place
Purple: Ew! Omigod it's HORRIBLE! Get it OFF! Eww! EWWWWW!!
Voice: Yessirs. I will tell! Him! Out!
Transmission ends
Red: Flicking a bit of regurgitated Sam'mich off of Purple Oops, looks like you got a bit of Zim on you there. Better get him off before he grows on you!
Purple: Ew! Zim? Where?!
Red: Stares at Purple stupidly I mean the sandwich. It was just a joke.
Purple: Narrows his eyes at Red You're disgusting.
Red: Crossing his arms I know.
Red and Purple stand there, Red with his arms crossed, and Purple glaring at him, for a long time
The communicator noise beeps again
Zim appears on the screen, looking almost unrecognizable
Zim: My Tallest! Zim has a NEW plan to AMAZE YOU! Lookitmego!
There is the sound of an explosion and a bright flash from the moniter
Fade Out
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Fade In
Dib is stepping out of the restroom. He is looking a mite paler and is shaking, recovering from a BAD bout of stage fright-sickness-stuff
Dib: That was SO bad...
GIR runs past Dib, squealing, and bouncing off walls
Dib: Was that Zim's... Puts a hand over his mouth and runs back into the restroom
Camera follows GIR as he bounds down the corridor
Funny little anime bliss-bubbles appear around GIR as he runs, and the background becomes shades of pink and yellow, as he is totally blissful :P
GIR prances past a couple of suspicious-looking panels that slide open as he passes them. Mean-looking robots come out and follow him down the corridor
GIR: Singing I have a little moooooosie ... and I named him Geooooorgie ... I gave him a piiiiiiiiiie ... and he ATE it! La la la la la la la la la...
The Meanies close in on GIR from behind. GIR is oblivious, he keeps frolicking, bouncing between the walls on either side of the corridor
GIR: Pretty pretty shamrocks ... eating all the moosie treats ... shame on the shamrocks, no treats for moosie... la la la...
As GIR bounces down the corridor, he flings open doors, smashing the Meanies, whom he never even notices
The big, horrible Meanie-robots go down after being smashed by the doors GIR throws open, one exploding, the other disintegrating in a shower of sparks
Camera cuts to the mysterious figure in the dark room with the security TVs
The figure seems to be growing more and more agitated, as it activates various traps and watches GIR avoid them all without trouble, without even taking notice. The figure gasps as GIR stops next to a door marked "Closet"
The figure looks anxiously at the monitors, watching GIR staring at the door
All of a sudden, GIR is next to the figure, watching the monitors
GIR: Squeals I like this show ... it's got ME in it!
The figure recoils in hideous disgust
Figure: You! Go away. Now! Shoo.
GIR: Big teary eyes Okay Steve...
Steve: WHA?! How did you know my name?! Wait! You talk?! The MADNESS!
GIR: You sound like my master! WARK! Grabs Steve's shirt and shakes him violently It's on your shirt! It's on your shirt! Your shirt! Your shirt! NEEAAAARG!! STEEEEEVEE!!
GIR activates his jets and rockets through the ceiling, carrying Steve and dropping him as they hit the roof. GIR continues going, and crashes through a great deal more things
Steve: Shaking his head in disbelief What WAS that?
Fade Out
End of Scene 4
A/N: As I finally finished this chapter, I got a review for the previous chapter. I want to call everyone's attention to it, because its stupidity amazes me. It has been censored, because I want it's filth not in my Zim fic in any way, shape, or form.
"What the h*** is this? It makes no sense, idiot.
Thanksgiving is past, dumbo.
silly drooly person"
Apparently, I have grown large ears and have become an elephant.
They were not signed on, and at first I was really tempted to just delete it, but I like how stupid this person is, they're really in the Zim spirit. ^.^ The only clue I have to this person's identity is that at the bottom of their massive 3-line review, they signed it "silly drooly person".
I have no respect for flames if they aren't signed "silly drooly person", but you were certainly good for a laugh.
Written by Dither with suggestions from Kestelia, Lady Random, and Gaz1308
A/N: I realize that it has now been over half a month since Thanksgiving, but bear with me, this fic has been more taxing on my imagination than any ones previous.
Scene 4
Fade In
The Massive is docked to a space station, orbiting a planet that, if examined closely, appears to be entirely covered in snack foods, piled high into the atmosphere
Tallest Red: ... I don't see what's so hard to understand about this...
Tallest Purple: Don't you realize who we are?
The Squinting Irken Store Clerk peers at the Tallest
(A/N: SISC = Squinting Irken Store Clerk)
SISC: In a low, rough, aged store-clerk voice I'm sorry, but I can't allow you to purchase that without a picture ID.
Purple: We don't NEED ID!
SISC points to a sign next to him that reads: "Everybody needs a picture ID, because we say so! -Almighty Tallest"
Red: To Purple When did we say that?
Purple: To Red I dunno, but we gotta do something or we'll never get our snacks!
Red: Alright-y, how about we um ... we'll um, compensate you for your um ... loss ... Harsh Whisper C'mon, just let us get our snacks.
SISC: Trying to appear as thoroughly, superiorly intelligent as possible I'm sorry, but I can't do that. I have to see some ID.
Red: You know what? Fine. FINE! Be that way!
SISC: Calmly Please don't yell sir. Let me remind you, we are all under surveillance.
SISC points up at camera, which focuses on Red and Purple. They all shudder
By now, the Tallest have begun to attract a small crowd, which peers curiously over shelves of candies, chips, and juices
Red pulls a long, rolled-up sheet of paper out of his ID Pak. He unrolls it. It is a picture of Red and Purple, looking menacing, with the words: "Almighty Tallest Red and Purple" across the bottom
SISC peers at the poster
SISC: In a low, aged store-clerk voice, with a hint of "the customer is always right hatred" All right, everything seems to be in order. I'll just run this all through, and ... okay, your account has been credited. Thank you for shopping!
Red: Thank YOU! Grabs up his bag of Poop Corn and stomps out of store
Purple: Following after Red JEEZ that took a long time. If I were Tallest, people wouldn't be allowed to DO that. Pauses Hey! I AM Tallest! WOOOO! I can do what I want!
Purple knocks over a display of Ugly Poop Products
Purple: Wooo! Runs out of store
SISC: Yeesh. Irkens these days ... no respect for their superiors...
Fade Out
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Fade In
Back aboard The Massive
Red gets comfy in a chair, and opens a plastic bag and pulls out a Sam- mich
Plays with the Sam'mich, giving it a voice
Sam'mich (Red): I am Zim! Look at me, I'm all stoopid. I like to annihilate things, but I'm BAD at it.
Red: Well Zim, I think it's time I introduced you to my squeedilyspooch! I'll give you the GRAND TOUR! Takes a bite out of the Sam'mich
Sam'mich (Red): Oh NO! What have you done! My delicious innards... NOO!
Red: I will devour you ALL!!
Red stuffs the entire Sam'mich into mouth and chews loudly, with his mouth open
There is a beep, and the communications screen activates. The Voice is back
Voice: Sirs! Urgent message! From Invader! Larb! It seems he! Has lost! Control of the Planet! Again! He! Awaits your further! Instructions!
Purple sighs and turns to Red, who opens his mouth, showing off his mostly- chewed food. Purple makes a disgusted face and turns back to the monitor
Purple: Well, tell him to conquer the planet AGAIN, and not to call us until he gets it right!
Red begins choking and spewing nasty mostly-chewed Sam'mich all over the place
Purple: Ew! Omigod it's HORRIBLE! Get it OFF! Eww! EWWWWW!!
Voice: Yessirs. I will tell! Him! Out!
Transmission ends
Red: Flicking a bit of regurgitated Sam'mich off of Purple Oops, looks like you got a bit of Zim on you there. Better get him off before he grows on you!
Purple: Ew! Zim? Where?!
Red: Stares at Purple stupidly I mean the sandwich. It was just a joke.
Purple: Narrows his eyes at Red You're disgusting.
Red: Crossing his arms I know.
Red and Purple stand there, Red with his arms crossed, and Purple glaring at him, for a long time
The communicator noise beeps again
Zim appears on the screen, looking almost unrecognizable
Zim: My Tallest! Zim has a NEW plan to AMAZE YOU! Lookitmego!
There is the sound of an explosion and a bright flash from the moniter
Fade Out
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Fade In
Dib is stepping out of the restroom. He is looking a mite paler and is shaking, recovering from a BAD bout of stage fright-sickness-stuff
Dib: That was SO bad...
GIR runs past Dib, squealing, and bouncing off walls
Dib: Was that Zim's... Puts a hand over his mouth and runs back into the restroom
Camera follows GIR as he bounds down the corridor
Funny little anime bliss-bubbles appear around GIR as he runs, and the background becomes shades of pink and yellow, as he is totally blissful :P
GIR prances past a couple of suspicious-looking panels that slide open as he passes them. Mean-looking robots come out and follow him down the corridor
GIR: Singing I have a little moooooosie ... and I named him Geooooorgie ... I gave him a piiiiiiiiiie ... and he ATE it! La la la la la la la la la...
The Meanies close in on GIR from behind. GIR is oblivious, he keeps frolicking, bouncing between the walls on either side of the corridor
GIR: Pretty pretty shamrocks ... eating all the moosie treats ... shame on the shamrocks, no treats for moosie... la la la...
As GIR bounces down the corridor, he flings open doors, smashing the Meanies, whom he never even notices
The big, horrible Meanie-robots go down after being smashed by the doors GIR throws open, one exploding, the other disintegrating in a shower of sparks
Camera cuts to the mysterious figure in the dark room with the security TVs
The figure seems to be growing more and more agitated, as it activates various traps and watches GIR avoid them all without trouble, without even taking notice. The figure gasps as GIR stops next to a door marked "Closet"
The figure looks anxiously at the monitors, watching GIR staring at the door
All of a sudden, GIR is next to the figure, watching the monitors
GIR: Squeals I like this show ... it's got ME in it!
The figure recoils in hideous disgust
Figure: You! Go away. Now! Shoo.
GIR: Big teary eyes Okay Steve...
Steve: WHA?! How did you know my name?! Wait! You talk?! The MADNESS!
GIR: You sound like my master! WARK! Grabs Steve's shirt and shakes him violently It's on your shirt! It's on your shirt! Your shirt! Your shirt! NEEAAAARG!! STEEEEEVEE!!
GIR activates his jets and rockets through the ceiling, carrying Steve and dropping him as they hit the roof. GIR continues going, and crashes through a great deal more things
Steve: Shaking his head in disbelief What WAS that?
Fade Out
End of Scene 4
A/N: As I finally finished this chapter, I got a review for the previous chapter. I want to call everyone's attention to it, because its stupidity amazes me. It has been censored, because I want it's filth not in my Zim fic in any way, shape, or form.
"What the h*** is this? It makes no sense, idiot.
Thanksgiving is past, dumbo.
silly drooly person"
Apparently, I have grown large ears and have become an elephant.
They were not signed on, and at first I was really tempted to just delete it, but I like how stupid this person is, they're really in the Zim spirit. ^.^ The only clue I have to this person's identity is that at the bottom of their massive 3-line review, they signed it "silly drooly person".
I have no respect for flames if they aren't signed "silly drooly person", but you were certainly good for a laugh.