Remember me? I made bloopers months ago 4 u guyz! ZimmyKid did too-check his blooper fics 'cause he's probably better'n I am.
P-ple seem to need some laughs these days-shake off that morbid stuff once it get too much. So here-bloopers 4 u. I'll use your ideas in my blooper fics if u post them in ur reviews and give you the credit. Well here I go! Hope I get some laughs...
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The Nightmare Begins
Red: Lasers! *lasers shoot purple's eye-again*
Purple: ARRRRAGHHH! YOU BASTARD!
***
Red: Uh...as a show of gratitude for your service in the past...uh-here's a sandwich... *pulls out sandwich*
Purple: What the hell-that was mine! *tackles Red*
***
Red: Welcome might Irken soldiers! You are the finest examples the Irken Military has to offer! G-
Soldier in the audience: *drops his drink all over himself* Oh Fuck...!
Red & Purple: ....
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Zim: It looks kinda... not good...-
Purple: Simma DOWN na!
Zim: I'm not even getting excited!
Purple: SIMMA DOWN!
Director: What the hell Pur-
Red: He said-SIMMA DOWN NA!
Invader Flobie: This is ridiculous-Zim's just trying to-
Red & Purple: SIMMA DOWN!
Director: I was a good boy-why do I deserve this...?!
***
Zim: It looks kinda...not good..- *shows them a photograph of the teletubbies*
Purple: AGHHHHHHH! TAKE THEM ALLL! *runs*
Red: MADNESSS!!!
***
Zim: Invader Zim reporting Sirs'-the mission goes well. But su-
Purple: Simma down!
Zim: What?
Red: Simma...(zim: okay...) Down... (zim: yeah...) now...
Purple: SIMMA DOWN NA!
***
Zim: Invader Zim reporting S-
Red: HOLY SHIT YOUR ALIVE?!
Director: 'Check in these guy's backround-just in case.' I said-but nooo after all they came 'all the way from a different galaxy' they said...!
***
Zim: Hello friends-I am a comp-
Kids: EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
Director: Your to supposed to know he's an alien!
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Dib: So-what's your home planet?
Zim: Irk-oh it's a great place. Wh-
Director: Your supposed to HATE each other-not have friendly conversation!
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Zim & Gir: Doom doom da doom doomy doom...
Director: No-you're supposed to be annoyed!
Zim: *suddenly fierce* Hey-I like the Doom Song-you gotta problem with that?!
***
Purple: I'm not gonna-you still owe be two paychecks!
Director: I can't pay you right now! ...Oh shit-we gotta get this on the air...fine...! *scribbles stuff on a check*
Purple: Hmm...add another at the end.
Director: Grrrr...don't push it...!
***
Mrs. Bitters: Now for our lesson...the terrorists are just doomed-doomed doomed doomed doomed doomed doomed doomed doomed...
Dib: The first true words she's spoken...!
***
Mrs. Bitters: If you have something to say, say it now Zim-because after this, I don't want to hear another sound from you!
Zim: Ow! Jeez-I'm gonna need a hearing implant after you!
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Zim: Wait-a Pitbull?! Get a Doberman...!
Dib: Yeah-what about the Doberman?! Those thing's are better for the set! Them and Rotweilers {sp} are really the ultimate guard dogs-they're even main military dogs with German Shepards!
Zim: Needless to say they look more sinister than...a pitbull...
Director: My revenge....hahahahahahha....
***
Red: *looks at script* Whoa-you do not pay me enough for that!
Director: What? Gimmie the script .... *turns pale* Holy shit-this is...oh god, sick-get the scriptwriter in here!
***
Gaz: Dib drank the last soda dammit!
Director: Cut!
***
Gaz: Aw shit-he drank the last soda!
Director: Cut!
***
Director: Oookay-that's a wrap for now-go take a break!
Dib: Finally...Yo Gir-you gonna share some 'o that beer or what?
***
Gaz: Hey-everybody just simma down na ya hear?
Dib: Simma down!
Prof. Membrane: Simma down na!
Director: Rodney-you better not be recording this!
***
Red: Oh shit-! *loses his balance and falls of the floating platform*
Director: Ouch...
***
Red: Welcome mighty Irke- *someone shoots a spitball between his eyes* Oh yuck! Who did that?!
***
Purple: Now-let the assigning begin!
*audience cheers*
Director: No! No!
***
Director: Ok-Cut! That's good-go take brake for an hour while we edit the film.
Zim: Yes! I gotta go see if Party of Five recorded on time!
Director: Ookaaayy.....
***
Red, Purple, Gir: *randomly switch to a channel on TV*
TV: *Jimmy Neutron comes on without warning*
Red & Purple: *scream like girls scared to death and bolt outta the room*
Gir: EVIL, EVIL, EVI-I-I-L-L! *smashes thew TV until it's dust*
***
Director: *walks in a meeting with about 12 other directors* Hello sirs-sorry im late (again).
Director #1: We were just discussing our cast members and-
Purple: ZEK GET BACK HERE!
Director # 2: ...what the hell was that?
Director: nothing...just go on... *closes door hoping to block out noise*
Director #1: Okaayy...um-the behaivor of our casts how-
Red: DIE BASTARD! *sounds of a laser gun are heard*
Directors: ......
Dib: C'min FIGHT ZIM! It ends here-THE WORLD SHALL KNOW!
Zim: Know what-everybody knows that I'm an alien!
Gaz: Dib-that's perverted-STOP IT!
Directors: *start packing up their stuff to leave*
Director: No-c'mon guys-it's just my cast!
***
Purple: And those who have he-Ow! DIB YOU FUCKING BASTARD-GO SCREW YOURSELF!
Red: *slaps his forehead and points to an 'On Air' sign*
***
Purple: Right-and those who have heard of it, dare not speak its name...!
Zim: What's its name?
Purple: Uh...isn't this place called Earth or something...?
Red: I think so...
Director: *bangs his head repeatedly against his clipboard*
***
Mrs. Bitters: Class, I would like to introduce our newest, hopeless addition to the student body. His n-
ST-Zim: Wait-Mrs. Bitters...? How is someone like you married?!
Director: Oh sick-Mrs. Bitters that's enough-you made the stunt double already looks like chum now...!
***
Dib: Any q- *accidentally emits a huge belch* *whole classroom cracks up laughing*
Director: Why, why, WHY?!
***
Gaz: *walks in lounge*
Zim: Ack!
Dib: Gaz-there's a huge Cobra draped around your neck!
Gaz: ...I know...isn't it cool? It's only a baby...
Zim: That thing's five feet!
Dib: A baby...?!
Gaz: Zek lemme borrow it-its poisonous...!
*cobra spits poison in Dib's eyes*
*Dib screams in pain*
Gaz: I think you and me are going to get along ju-u-ust fi-i-i-ine...
***
Bestest Friend
Keef: I like Zim...
Zim: ACK! YOU GAY FREAK-GET OUT OF MY HOUSE!!!
Director: Zim-that's in the script!
***
Rise of Zitboy
Zim: This is Pust-
Dib: Oh gawd...*tosses him a box of OxyPads and leaves*
***
Zim: Look into Pustullio...!
Gaz: Aw-Zim-that's sick! *spontaneously tosses her book, which smacks Zim's pimple and busts it open*
Zim: No-Director-I don't want to go through with Gir again! PLEASE!!!
***
Red: What've ya got there?
Purple: *reveals a Miniature Doberman Pinscher*
Red: An earthen animal? Why-...I don't like that look your givin me-what are-you wouldn't...its foaming at the mouth...
Purple: *releases the Min Pin, which goes on ripping up Red*
Gaz: Ooh...he looks like chum!
***
Red: Lasers are much better!
Purple: You're right-they are.
Red: I know-S-wait...since when do YOU agree?
Purple: *shoots Red in the eye w/ a laser*
Red: ARRAGHHH! *falls back in pain*
***
Germs
Zim: Sorry I haven't reported recently my Tallest-I-
Purple: Yo-Simma down Na!
Red: Whooooooooo-simma down!
Zim: Oh fuck-not this again!
***
Zim: I'LL DESTROY YOU ALL-AND YOU-AN YOU! AND YOU-OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUUUUU!!!
Red: Honestly...we should have sent him to an asylum...!
***
Zim: Sorry I haven't been reporting recently my Tallest, I- CRAP THAT'S A BIG ONE!
Red: That's perverted...
***
Gir: Director- I don' wanna get dirty! I can't STAND having one little bacteria cell on meeeee....
Director: Oh boy...
***
Gir: I HATE YOU ALL! DIE YOU BASTARDS, DIE IN VAIN! GO TO HELLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL!
Cast: O.o .........
Gir: I feel better now...! I love this show....
***
Zim: Give all of the....the... OH FUCK!
Director: MEAT Zim-MEAT!
Zek: *falls from the flimsy prop ceiling w/ her vedio camera*
Director: What the hell are you doing here Zek?! O MY GOD YOUR RECORDING THE MISTAKES-GET HER!!!! THE BOARD OF DIRECTORS MUST NOT SEE THE TAPPEEE!
Zek: Aw fuck! *runs for dear life*
***
Director: Um, this is why I called you in Jhonen...they've been at this for two days now...and other disturbing things... *points to the set*
Zim: Sorry I haven't been r-
Purple: SIMMA DOWN NA!
Red: Take it dowwwwwwwwwwwwn....SIMMA DOWN!
Dib: C'mon you two-we n-
Purple: Hey-every'un 'ja simma down na 'ya hea'?
Zim: ARRGH!
Jhonen: Hmmm.... How much TV do they watch when they're not working?
***
Zim: *hold up a shirt* See? This very shirt is crawling with g-
Red: Holy shit-are you aware that that is not cloth toilet paper?!
Zim: What?!
Purple: That shirt is meant to be worn on the upper part of your body,
Red: and not drawn through the valleys of your buttocks!
Zim: WHAT IN THE Z'S DO YOU TWO HAVE?!
Jhonen: Oooh...that's pretty bad...
Dib: Please do something Jhonen...it's extremely disturbing...
***
Planet Jackers
PlanetJacker: Well, you see that planet behind us?
Zim: yes...
PlanetJacker: W're going to throw it into our sun-why, you gotta problem with that?!
Zim: YES I HAVE A PROBLEM WITH THAT YOU BASTARD!
***
Director: Dib, if you don't s-
Dib: I don't have to listen-I have power over you!
Director: Like how...?
Dib: *snaps his fingers and points to Director* Get 'em!
*a whole mob of vicious fan girls turn bloodthirsty and maul Director*
***
Zim: 1,000 grand-no less.
PlanetJacker: You drive a hard bargain...fine-we'll pick up the planet Earth tomorrow.
Zim: Excellent-now keep it quiet-this bargain to the others never happened...
***
OK! So whaddid ya think? I hope you laughed-because sneak'in around to record those ain't easy! As shown on one of them I got caught, I got damn lucky too!
Should I spy and stuff more to get another set? I bet the storage room would have some good ones...oh yes-if there were a few you didn't like lemme know. ^-^
Zek, out!
End of line.
P-ple seem to need some laughs these days-shake off that morbid stuff once it get too much. So here-bloopers 4 u. I'll use your ideas in my blooper fics if u post them in ur reviews and give you the credit. Well here I go! Hope I get some laughs...
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The Nightmare Begins
Red: Lasers! *lasers shoot purple's eye-again*
Purple: ARRRRAGHHH! YOU BASTARD!
***
Red: Uh...as a show of gratitude for your service in the past...uh-here's a sandwich... *pulls out sandwich*
Purple: What the hell-that was mine! *tackles Red*
***
Red: Welcome might Irken soldiers! You are the finest examples the Irken Military has to offer! G-
Soldier in the audience: *drops his drink all over himself* Oh Fuck...!
Red & Purple: ....
***
Zim: It looks kinda... not good...-
Purple: Simma DOWN na!
Zim: I'm not even getting excited!
Purple: SIMMA DOWN!
Director: What the hell Pur-
Red: He said-SIMMA DOWN NA!
Invader Flobie: This is ridiculous-Zim's just trying to-
Red & Purple: SIMMA DOWN!
Director: I was a good boy-why do I deserve this...?!
***
Zim: It looks kinda...not good..- *shows them a photograph of the teletubbies*
Purple: AGHHHHHHH! TAKE THEM ALLL! *runs*
Red: MADNESSS!!!
***
Zim: Invader Zim reporting Sirs'-the mission goes well. But su-
Purple: Simma down!
Zim: What?
Red: Simma...(zim: okay...) Down... (zim: yeah...) now...
Purple: SIMMA DOWN NA!
***
Zim: Invader Zim reporting S-
Red: HOLY SHIT YOUR ALIVE?!
Director: 'Check in these guy's backround-just in case.' I said-but nooo after all they came 'all the way from a different galaxy' they said...!
***
Zim: Hello friends-I am a comp-
Kids: EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
Director: Your to supposed to know he's an alien!
***
Dib: So-what's your home planet?
Zim: Irk-oh it's a great place. Wh-
Director: Your supposed to HATE each other-not have friendly conversation!
***
Zim & Gir: Doom doom da doom doomy doom...
Director: No-you're supposed to be annoyed!
Zim: *suddenly fierce* Hey-I like the Doom Song-you gotta problem with that?!
***
Purple: I'm not gonna-you still owe be two paychecks!
Director: I can't pay you right now! ...Oh shit-we gotta get this on the air...fine...! *scribbles stuff on a check*
Purple: Hmm...add another at the end.
Director: Grrrr...don't push it...!
***
Mrs. Bitters: Now for our lesson...the terrorists are just doomed-doomed doomed doomed doomed doomed doomed doomed doomed...
Dib: The first true words she's spoken...!
***
Mrs. Bitters: If you have something to say, say it now Zim-because after this, I don't want to hear another sound from you!
Zim: Ow! Jeez-I'm gonna need a hearing implant after you!
***
Zim: Wait-a Pitbull?! Get a Doberman...!
Dib: Yeah-what about the Doberman?! Those thing's are better for the set! Them and Rotweilers {sp} are really the ultimate guard dogs-they're even main military dogs with German Shepards!
Zim: Needless to say they look more sinister than...a pitbull...
Director: My revenge....hahahahahahha....
***
Red: *looks at script* Whoa-you do not pay me enough for that!
Director: What? Gimmie the script .... *turns pale* Holy shit-this is...oh god, sick-get the scriptwriter in here!
***
Gaz: Dib drank the last soda dammit!
Director: Cut!
***
Gaz: Aw shit-he drank the last soda!
Director: Cut!
***
Director: Oookay-that's a wrap for now-go take a break!
Dib: Finally...Yo Gir-you gonna share some 'o that beer or what?
***
Gaz: Hey-everybody just simma down na ya hear?
Dib: Simma down!
Prof. Membrane: Simma down na!
Director: Rodney-you better not be recording this!
***
Red: Oh shit-! *loses his balance and falls of the floating platform*
Director: Ouch...
***
Red: Welcome mighty Irke- *someone shoots a spitball between his eyes* Oh yuck! Who did that?!
***
Purple: Now-let the assigning begin!
*audience cheers*
Director: No! No!
***
Director: Ok-Cut! That's good-go take brake for an hour while we edit the film.
Zim: Yes! I gotta go see if Party of Five recorded on time!
Director: Ookaaayy.....
***
Red, Purple, Gir: *randomly switch to a channel on TV*
TV: *Jimmy Neutron comes on without warning*
Red & Purple: *scream like girls scared to death and bolt outta the room*
Gir: EVIL, EVIL, EVI-I-I-L-L! *smashes thew TV until it's dust*
***
Director: *walks in a meeting with about 12 other directors* Hello sirs-sorry im late (again).
Director #1: We were just discussing our cast members and-
Purple: ZEK GET BACK HERE!
Director # 2: ...what the hell was that?
Director: nothing...just go on... *closes door hoping to block out noise*
Director #1: Okaayy...um-the behaivor of our casts how-
Red: DIE BASTARD! *sounds of a laser gun are heard*
Directors: ......
Dib: C'min FIGHT ZIM! It ends here-THE WORLD SHALL KNOW!
Zim: Know what-everybody knows that I'm an alien!
Gaz: Dib-that's perverted-STOP IT!
Directors: *start packing up their stuff to leave*
Director: No-c'mon guys-it's just my cast!
***
Purple: And those who have he-Ow! DIB YOU FUCKING BASTARD-GO SCREW YOURSELF!
Red: *slaps his forehead and points to an 'On Air' sign*
***
Purple: Right-and those who have heard of it, dare not speak its name...!
Zim: What's its name?
Purple: Uh...isn't this place called Earth or something...?
Red: I think so...
Director: *bangs his head repeatedly against his clipboard*
***
Mrs. Bitters: Class, I would like to introduce our newest, hopeless addition to the student body. His n-
ST-Zim: Wait-Mrs. Bitters...? How is someone like you married?!
Director: Oh sick-Mrs. Bitters that's enough-you made the stunt double already looks like chum now...!
***
Dib: Any q- *accidentally emits a huge belch* *whole classroom cracks up laughing*
Director: Why, why, WHY?!
***
Gaz: *walks in lounge*
Zim: Ack!
Dib: Gaz-there's a huge Cobra draped around your neck!
Gaz: ...I know...isn't it cool? It's only a baby...
Zim: That thing's five feet!
Dib: A baby...?!
Gaz: Zek lemme borrow it-its poisonous...!
*cobra spits poison in Dib's eyes*
*Dib screams in pain*
Gaz: I think you and me are going to get along ju-u-ust fi-i-i-ine...
***
Bestest Friend
Keef: I like Zim...
Zim: ACK! YOU GAY FREAK-GET OUT OF MY HOUSE!!!
Director: Zim-that's in the script!
***
Rise of Zitboy
Zim: This is Pust-
Dib: Oh gawd...*tosses him a box of OxyPads and leaves*
***
Zim: Look into Pustullio...!
Gaz: Aw-Zim-that's sick! *spontaneously tosses her book, which smacks Zim's pimple and busts it open*
Zim: No-Director-I don't want to go through with Gir again! PLEASE!!!
***
Red: What've ya got there?
Purple: *reveals a Miniature Doberman Pinscher*
Red: An earthen animal? Why-...I don't like that look your givin me-what are-you wouldn't...its foaming at the mouth...
Purple: *releases the Min Pin, which goes on ripping up Red*
Gaz: Ooh...he looks like chum!
***
Red: Lasers are much better!
Purple: You're right-they are.
Red: I know-S-wait...since when do YOU agree?
Purple: *shoots Red in the eye w/ a laser*
Red: ARRAGHHH! *falls back in pain*
***
Germs
Zim: Sorry I haven't reported recently my Tallest-I-
Purple: Yo-Simma down Na!
Red: Whooooooooo-simma down!
Zim: Oh fuck-not this again!
***
Zim: I'LL DESTROY YOU ALL-AND YOU-AN YOU! AND YOU-OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUUUUU!!!
Red: Honestly...we should have sent him to an asylum...!
***
Zim: Sorry I haven't been reporting recently my Tallest, I- CRAP THAT'S A BIG ONE!
Red: That's perverted...
***
Gir: Director- I don' wanna get dirty! I can't STAND having one little bacteria cell on meeeee....
Director: Oh boy...
***
Gir: I HATE YOU ALL! DIE YOU BASTARDS, DIE IN VAIN! GO TO HELLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL!
Cast: O.o .........
Gir: I feel better now...! I love this show....
***
Zim: Give all of the....the... OH FUCK!
Director: MEAT Zim-MEAT!
Zek: *falls from the flimsy prop ceiling w/ her vedio camera*
Director: What the hell are you doing here Zek?! O MY GOD YOUR RECORDING THE MISTAKES-GET HER!!!! THE BOARD OF DIRECTORS MUST NOT SEE THE TAPPEEE!
Zek: Aw fuck! *runs for dear life*
***
Director: Um, this is why I called you in Jhonen...they've been at this for two days now...and other disturbing things... *points to the set*
Zim: Sorry I haven't been r-
Purple: SIMMA DOWN NA!
Red: Take it dowwwwwwwwwwwwn....SIMMA DOWN!
Dib: C'mon you two-we n-
Purple: Hey-every'un 'ja simma down na 'ya hea'?
Zim: ARRGH!
Jhonen: Hmmm.... How much TV do they watch when they're not working?
***
Zim: *hold up a shirt* See? This very shirt is crawling with g-
Red: Holy shit-are you aware that that is not cloth toilet paper?!
Zim: What?!
Purple: That shirt is meant to be worn on the upper part of your body,
Red: and not drawn through the valleys of your buttocks!
Zim: WHAT IN THE Z'S DO YOU TWO HAVE?!
Jhonen: Oooh...that's pretty bad...
Dib: Please do something Jhonen...it's extremely disturbing...
***
Planet Jackers
PlanetJacker: Well, you see that planet behind us?
Zim: yes...
PlanetJacker: W're going to throw it into our sun-why, you gotta problem with that?!
Zim: YES I HAVE A PROBLEM WITH THAT YOU BASTARD!
***
Director: Dib, if you don't s-
Dib: I don't have to listen-I have power over you!
Director: Like how...?
Dib: *snaps his fingers and points to Director* Get 'em!
*a whole mob of vicious fan girls turn bloodthirsty and maul Director*
***
Zim: 1,000 grand-no less.
PlanetJacker: You drive a hard bargain...fine-we'll pick up the planet Earth tomorrow.
Zim: Excellent-now keep it quiet-this bargain to the others never happened...
***
OK! So whaddid ya think? I hope you laughed-because sneak'in around to record those ain't easy! As shown on one of them I got caught, I got damn lucky too!
Should I spy and stuff more to get another set? I bet the storage room would have some good ones...oh yes-if there were a few you didn't like lemme know. ^-^
Zek, out!
End of line.