Invader Zim Movie 3: Doom Doom Revolutionary Invader Zim
Written by Lord Timothy Also by Dither
Scene 4
Fades In
Wide view of the Irken Armada. Camera focuses on the Massive
Silly sound effects play
Cut to closer view of Massive, coming towards the camera
Cut to extreme close-up on Massive
Camera pushes through a window, follows the length of several hallways, and comes to a stop at a door. (For those of you who have read previous Dither/Lord Tim works, this room is known as the "Tallest's Lounge." It is a room where the Almighty Tallest snack ... and lounge)
There is a bizarre intro sound effect-deal-y, and silly music begins to play. The door opens with a whoosh, curtains pull back, and we see a strange puppet-show get-up. A crudely painted backdrop (part of it is upside-down) is behind a raised board, where two puppets with likeness akin to the Almighty Tallest bob up and down
Purple: I wonder, I wonder, are you wondering what I'm wondering?
Red: Hark! Turning to Purple Yonder! I want those snacks of yourn. Give unto ME!
Purple: Coveting snacks But these are MINE snacks. Get your own.
Red: But those are the ONLY snacks in the room. They're SPECIAL snacks. And I want them.
Purple: Well, they are MINE.
Red: Fine. We shall fight for them.
Purple: Fight?
Red: Of course. We shall fight to see WHO gets the POWER of the snacks.
Purple: But what if I don't want to fight?
Red: You don't get to CHOOSE, because YOU have the snacks.
Purple: Why not just SHARE the snacks?
Red: HUWAH!
Curtains drop as the Red Puppet tackles the Purple puppet. A brief struggle is heard. Camera retraces steps through the corridors, and cuts to a view outside of Massive
Fade out
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Fade In
Zim winds up outside the Duelists' Lounge. He walks through and encounters a peculiar, yet homely-looking room
There is a blazing fireplace, comfortable-looking chairs and elegant wooden tables. Roses are carved into every piece of furniture in sight. Enormous vases stuffed with roses are on every available surface
In one corner is a grand piano, on which a deathly-skinny, large-headed, blue-haired man is playing. On the opposite side of the room is a buffet at which people are standing around, gorging themselves
Zim: Such splendor ... even the Conventia buffet does not compare!
GIR: Hey lookie! RO~SIES!
Zim: GIR! SILENCE. You must appear as a NORMAL human earth-dog!
A random Duelist walks by
Random Duelist: Sounding bored Hey, look ... an alien dog that can talk.
Zim: Grabbing the random Duelist by the collar and dragging him towards GIR That's NORMAL HUMAN EARTH-Alien dog ... TO YOU!
GIR: Waving his nub-y arms I gonna play in the punch!
Zim throws the Duelist on the ground and looks around wildly. Everyone is ignoring him. GIR runs over and leaps in the punchbowl
Zim: NONE OF YOU SAW THAT!
The random Duelist gets up, brushes himself off, and walks away. Everyone continues to ignore Zim
Zim: EH? Huh? Eh? Well! Eh? ... I guess nobody DID see that.
Zim scans the room. Everyone has the appearance of hardcore gamers
Zim peers into the next room, which appears to be a throne room. Other Duelists are standing in small groups, talking in a leisurely way. Zim begins to approach a group, but they mysteriously part around him, but maintain a level of ignore-him-ing
One figure approaches Zim and taps him on the shoulder. Zim jerks away, surprised
View pans up the length of the one who approached Zim. He has a spooky familiarity about him. He is dressed all in an all-black, form-fitting, duelist uniform. His eyes glow spookily-red, and is crowned with a muss of red hair. Crimson red. SPOOKY crimson red
Zim: And who might you be?
Teenager: I might be real, though if Reality wants to play games, as sometimes it does, I might also be Frazier.
Zim: I see... Frazier. Are you a Duelist as well?
Frazier: Only by day. By night I fight the forces of evil. And on weekends I sell dictionaries door-to-door.
Zim: Confused Fine ... then. Tell me ... Fray-ZURE ... TELL ME HOW ... how I can REVOLUTIONIZE THE WORLD!
The room echoes with those words. Everyone stops in mid-conversation and stares. Frazier stands perfectly still. Zim kinda waves and shrugs
Zim: Yeah ... revolution ... that's right. Heh ... heh.
A spooky-looking ferret crawls up to sit on Frazier's shoulder. Its eyes glow red and Zim shudders. Everyone else goes back to what they were doing
Frazier: Ah ha. You seek the power. You are a fool indeed. The -
Zim: Eh?
Frazier: The One of Darkness, Child of the Mind, will be your downfall.
Zim: Huh?
Frazier: In order to achieve the power to REVOLUTIONIZE THE WORLD, you must hold the position of the champion at a designated time.
Zim: Wha?
Frazier: Defeat the reigning Champion.
Zim: This champion controls the weather?
Frazier: The one who sits upon the throne. Only by defeating him may you claim his title.
Zim: Stroking his chin HM! Hm? Hm. Hm! Hm. HM. Hm? HM!
Frazier: A word of warning from the wise: You are new to this realm. The champion must accept all challenges, until he is beaten, or until he receives the power.
Zim: Yes, yes I understand all that ... WAIT! LIES! THAT WAS MORE THAN ONE WORD!
Frazier: You will battle by way of Doom Doom Revolutionary Combat. But that will all be clear later. Go now, and challenge the Ostentatious One.
Zim: Eh?
Frazier: Pointing in the direction of the throne room That way.
Zim dashes off towards the throne. Frazier watches him go, as his ferret grooms itself
Frazier: See Turnip? Another fool. They all think they will gain the power. Only I know the truth. But still I stand here, in this room. I suppose I have a role yet to play in the games of the Ends of the World.
Frazier strokes Turnip the ferret and it nuzzles his hand. It leers at the back of Zim's head and its eyes glow red briefly
View switches to Zim standing before the throne. Iggins is looking arrogant. Zim scowls at him
Zim: YOU! IGGINS! I challenge you to a Duel!
Iggins: You? Do you really think you can beat me? I'm the best gamer there EVER was! I've beaten more levels than are actually in the GAME! I have ALL the secret items! I've unlocked more bonus material than anyone was ever meant to find!
Zim: ENOUGH TALK! Zim will defeat your feat-I-ness ... NOW!
Iggins: Iggins' eyes bulge Then let's get ready for ... DOOM DOOM COMBAT!
There is an explosion of roses behind Iggins and he strikes a pose
Fade out
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Fade In
Zim is stalking up the stairs, looking determined. In the background, a voice very similar to Zim's computer is belting out the lines of an incomprehensible song
Computer: Doom! Apocalypse! Ragnarok! People being born! People dying too! Darkness! Lots of darkness! Way too much darkness! More Doom! Darkness Doom! Mumble, mumble, mumble, mumble!
Zim reaches the top of the spiral staircase, panting. He collapses, and GIR leaps off the back of his head, where he was riding on top of Zim's ID Pak
Computer: Mokushi kushimo shimoku kumoshi moshiku shikumo...
Zim: Shaking a fist up at the general direction of the annoying music What is it SAYING?!
Iggins: Smirking Welcome to the arena, foolish Duelist.
Zim: Weakly shaking a fist at Iggins We will see who the real fool is ... soon enough.
Iggins: Ah, but you will find I'm not so easily beaten.
Zim levels his glare at Iggins and squints all concentrate-y like
Zim: I have confidence in my skills, and you should pose NO threat! SO HUWAH!
Iggins: Then let us begin.
Zim: After you, your Champion-ness.
Iggins: HUWAH! Be amazed by my amazing Bob-like gaming powers!
Iggins leaps forward onto a DOOM STOMP PAD and giant spotlights are directed towards him. A humongous view screen appears, and Iggins' character materializes onscreen with a shower of roses
Iggins' character is tall with long, wavy green hair and is dressed in a white Duelist uniform
Iggins: Sword of Jeff, grant me the power to REVOLUTIONIZE THE WORLD!
On-screen there is a shower of rose petals and a huge, magnificent sword materializes in his character's hands
Iggins: Iggins turns back to face Zim, who has finally gotten to his feet So where is YOUR controller, Duelist?
Zim: Stumbles over next to Iggins GIR!
GIR, still in doggy guise, falls face-first onto the ground next to Zim ... from the sky. Somehow
Slow-motion: Zim grabs GIR around his doggy-waist, and GIR leans back. The zipper by his head opens, and Zim reaches inside and withdraws a ... SWORD
Zim: Tossing the sword away RR~!
Slow-motion: GIR leans back again and Zim pulls out a ... MUFFIN
Zim: Tossing the muffin over his shoulder It's in here somewhere!
Slow-motion: GIR leans back, and Zim pulls out ... the game controller! He poses with GIR for a second and snaps the controller's cord like a whip. Lightning bolts and roses appear behind him for the duration of the pose ... a couple seconds
Zim drops GIR on the ground and GIR's eyes well up with tears
Iggins: You're going to battle me with THAT? Do you REALIZE that this is DIFFERENT from the game? You gotta be KIDDING me!
Zim cracks the cord like a whip and it plugs into the game console
Zim: Yes, ... I am a ... kid ... as it were ... of course. ENOUGH TALK-Y! FIGHT-Y ... er... NOW!
Zim clenches controller tightly, thumbs poised in a ready position
Zim's character materializes in a lesser explosion of a florist's nightmare. His character looks like a skinny man with short, bright orange hair, glasses, and a long black trench coat ... hehe. He's also wearing a black pointy witch hat. He has a significantly less magnificent sword, as well
Zim: EH? Where is Zim's OWN mighty blade?! I earned it myself!
Iggins: I have the Sword of Jeff, the best blade, and mark of the Champion. You just have a sword. That's the way it works.
Zim: Then I shall get that blade once you are beaten you. HYAH!
Iggins stomps on the START button. There is a brief loading screen with exploding roses and then the game begins
Zim starts hitting the buttons in random combinations. On the screen, his character leaps forward with his blade, running around frantically and slashing randomly with his wimpy sword. Iggins' character easily dodges each attack
Iggins: Button-mashing isn't going to help you. You won't beat me if you don't know what you're doing!
Iggins' character ducks a sideways slash, comes up next to Zim's character and hits him in the face full-on with the hilt of his sword. Zim's character stumbles back several paces, sporting a nosebleed
Iggins: Presses the buttons with his feet leisurely Isn't this game SO realistic? You're character's even got a nosebleed. It took me 2 hours to perfect that attack.
Zim: Mashing furiously I won't lose so easily!
Zim's character raises his blade over his head and rushes towards Iggins' character, in a downward slash. The two blades meet in midair, and Iggins' sword cuts Zim's in two. He backs off, looking surprised-like at the hilt in his hand, and frowns, shrugging to Zim
Iggins: AHA! Critical hit! Now you have NO chance of beating me!
Zim: How? Why did my blade break? You cheat!
Iggins: The Sword of Jeff is far superior to your character's sword, as are my gaming skills to yours.
Zim: RR~! I cannot give up! Not until I attain the POWER TO REVOLUTIONIZE THE WORLD!
A blizzard of rose petals whips down, spiraling around Zim's character. He draws back, and begins a dash, letting out a shrill ulating battle cry. Iggins matches the movement, also yelling. The characters meet in the middle, and a giant rose envelops the two of them
Fade out
END SCENE 4
A/N:
Lord Timothy: The update is here! WOO! Toast is ON THE HOUSE! *Ahem* It's about time...
Dither: Um, yeah. It took me a long time to finish the editing for this chapter because I'm ... lazy. I've been busy and tired, and sleep takes precedence over even this fic. And, in spite of all of the various delays, I'm disappointed with this chapter in general.
Maybe I'm just picky.
Written by Lord Timothy Also by Dither
Scene 4
Fades In
Wide view of the Irken Armada. Camera focuses on the Massive
Silly sound effects play
Cut to closer view of Massive, coming towards the camera
Cut to extreme close-up on Massive
Camera pushes through a window, follows the length of several hallways, and comes to a stop at a door. (For those of you who have read previous Dither/Lord Tim works, this room is known as the "Tallest's Lounge." It is a room where the Almighty Tallest snack ... and lounge)
There is a bizarre intro sound effect-deal-y, and silly music begins to play. The door opens with a whoosh, curtains pull back, and we see a strange puppet-show get-up. A crudely painted backdrop (part of it is upside-down) is behind a raised board, where two puppets with likeness akin to the Almighty Tallest bob up and down
Purple: I wonder, I wonder, are you wondering what I'm wondering?
Red: Hark! Turning to Purple Yonder! I want those snacks of yourn. Give unto ME!
Purple: Coveting snacks But these are MINE snacks. Get your own.
Red: But those are the ONLY snacks in the room. They're SPECIAL snacks. And I want them.
Purple: Well, they are MINE.
Red: Fine. We shall fight for them.
Purple: Fight?
Red: Of course. We shall fight to see WHO gets the POWER of the snacks.
Purple: But what if I don't want to fight?
Red: You don't get to CHOOSE, because YOU have the snacks.
Purple: Why not just SHARE the snacks?
Red: HUWAH!
Curtains drop as the Red Puppet tackles the Purple puppet. A brief struggle is heard. Camera retraces steps through the corridors, and cuts to a view outside of Massive
Fade out
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Fade In
Zim winds up outside the Duelists' Lounge. He walks through and encounters a peculiar, yet homely-looking room
There is a blazing fireplace, comfortable-looking chairs and elegant wooden tables. Roses are carved into every piece of furniture in sight. Enormous vases stuffed with roses are on every available surface
In one corner is a grand piano, on which a deathly-skinny, large-headed, blue-haired man is playing. On the opposite side of the room is a buffet at which people are standing around, gorging themselves
Zim: Such splendor ... even the Conventia buffet does not compare!
GIR: Hey lookie! RO~SIES!
Zim: GIR! SILENCE. You must appear as a NORMAL human earth-dog!
A random Duelist walks by
Random Duelist: Sounding bored Hey, look ... an alien dog that can talk.
Zim: Grabbing the random Duelist by the collar and dragging him towards GIR That's NORMAL HUMAN EARTH-Alien dog ... TO YOU!
GIR: Waving his nub-y arms I gonna play in the punch!
Zim throws the Duelist on the ground and looks around wildly. Everyone is ignoring him. GIR runs over and leaps in the punchbowl
Zim: NONE OF YOU SAW THAT!
The random Duelist gets up, brushes himself off, and walks away. Everyone continues to ignore Zim
Zim: EH? Huh? Eh? Well! Eh? ... I guess nobody DID see that.
Zim scans the room. Everyone has the appearance of hardcore gamers
Zim peers into the next room, which appears to be a throne room. Other Duelists are standing in small groups, talking in a leisurely way. Zim begins to approach a group, but they mysteriously part around him, but maintain a level of ignore-him-ing
One figure approaches Zim and taps him on the shoulder. Zim jerks away, surprised
View pans up the length of the one who approached Zim. He has a spooky familiarity about him. He is dressed all in an all-black, form-fitting, duelist uniform. His eyes glow spookily-red, and is crowned with a muss of red hair. Crimson red. SPOOKY crimson red
Zim: And who might you be?
Teenager: I might be real, though if Reality wants to play games, as sometimes it does, I might also be Frazier.
Zim: I see... Frazier. Are you a Duelist as well?
Frazier: Only by day. By night I fight the forces of evil. And on weekends I sell dictionaries door-to-door.
Zim: Confused Fine ... then. Tell me ... Fray-ZURE ... TELL ME HOW ... how I can REVOLUTIONIZE THE WORLD!
The room echoes with those words. Everyone stops in mid-conversation and stares. Frazier stands perfectly still. Zim kinda waves and shrugs
Zim: Yeah ... revolution ... that's right. Heh ... heh.
A spooky-looking ferret crawls up to sit on Frazier's shoulder. Its eyes glow red and Zim shudders. Everyone else goes back to what they were doing
Frazier: Ah ha. You seek the power. You are a fool indeed. The -
Zim: Eh?
Frazier: The One of Darkness, Child of the Mind, will be your downfall.
Zim: Huh?
Frazier: In order to achieve the power to REVOLUTIONIZE THE WORLD, you must hold the position of the champion at a designated time.
Zim: Wha?
Frazier: Defeat the reigning Champion.
Zim: This champion controls the weather?
Frazier: The one who sits upon the throne. Only by defeating him may you claim his title.
Zim: Stroking his chin HM! Hm? Hm. Hm! Hm. HM. Hm? HM!
Frazier: A word of warning from the wise: You are new to this realm. The champion must accept all challenges, until he is beaten, or until he receives the power.
Zim: Yes, yes I understand all that ... WAIT! LIES! THAT WAS MORE THAN ONE WORD!
Frazier: You will battle by way of Doom Doom Revolutionary Combat. But that will all be clear later. Go now, and challenge the Ostentatious One.
Zim: Eh?
Frazier: Pointing in the direction of the throne room That way.
Zim dashes off towards the throne. Frazier watches him go, as his ferret grooms itself
Frazier: See Turnip? Another fool. They all think they will gain the power. Only I know the truth. But still I stand here, in this room. I suppose I have a role yet to play in the games of the Ends of the World.
Frazier strokes Turnip the ferret and it nuzzles his hand. It leers at the back of Zim's head and its eyes glow red briefly
View switches to Zim standing before the throne. Iggins is looking arrogant. Zim scowls at him
Zim: YOU! IGGINS! I challenge you to a Duel!
Iggins: You? Do you really think you can beat me? I'm the best gamer there EVER was! I've beaten more levels than are actually in the GAME! I have ALL the secret items! I've unlocked more bonus material than anyone was ever meant to find!
Zim: ENOUGH TALK! Zim will defeat your feat-I-ness ... NOW!
Iggins: Iggins' eyes bulge Then let's get ready for ... DOOM DOOM COMBAT!
There is an explosion of roses behind Iggins and he strikes a pose
Fade out
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Fade In
Zim is stalking up the stairs, looking determined. In the background, a voice very similar to Zim's computer is belting out the lines of an incomprehensible song
Computer: Doom! Apocalypse! Ragnarok! People being born! People dying too! Darkness! Lots of darkness! Way too much darkness! More Doom! Darkness Doom! Mumble, mumble, mumble, mumble!
Zim reaches the top of the spiral staircase, panting. He collapses, and GIR leaps off the back of his head, where he was riding on top of Zim's ID Pak
Computer: Mokushi kushimo shimoku kumoshi moshiku shikumo...
Zim: Shaking a fist up at the general direction of the annoying music What is it SAYING?!
Iggins: Smirking Welcome to the arena, foolish Duelist.
Zim: Weakly shaking a fist at Iggins We will see who the real fool is ... soon enough.
Iggins: Ah, but you will find I'm not so easily beaten.
Zim levels his glare at Iggins and squints all concentrate-y like
Zim: I have confidence in my skills, and you should pose NO threat! SO HUWAH!
Iggins: Then let us begin.
Zim: After you, your Champion-ness.
Iggins: HUWAH! Be amazed by my amazing Bob-like gaming powers!
Iggins leaps forward onto a DOOM STOMP PAD and giant spotlights are directed towards him. A humongous view screen appears, and Iggins' character materializes onscreen with a shower of roses
Iggins' character is tall with long, wavy green hair and is dressed in a white Duelist uniform
Iggins: Sword of Jeff, grant me the power to REVOLUTIONIZE THE WORLD!
On-screen there is a shower of rose petals and a huge, magnificent sword materializes in his character's hands
Iggins: Iggins turns back to face Zim, who has finally gotten to his feet So where is YOUR controller, Duelist?
Zim: Stumbles over next to Iggins GIR!
GIR, still in doggy guise, falls face-first onto the ground next to Zim ... from the sky. Somehow
Slow-motion: Zim grabs GIR around his doggy-waist, and GIR leans back. The zipper by his head opens, and Zim reaches inside and withdraws a ... SWORD
Zim: Tossing the sword away RR~!
Slow-motion: GIR leans back again and Zim pulls out a ... MUFFIN
Zim: Tossing the muffin over his shoulder It's in here somewhere!
Slow-motion: GIR leans back, and Zim pulls out ... the game controller! He poses with GIR for a second and snaps the controller's cord like a whip. Lightning bolts and roses appear behind him for the duration of the pose ... a couple seconds
Zim drops GIR on the ground and GIR's eyes well up with tears
Iggins: You're going to battle me with THAT? Do you REALIZE that this is DIFFERENT from the game? You gotta be KIDDING me!
Zim cracks the cord like a whip and it plugs into the game console
Zim: Yes, ... I am a ... kid ... as it were ... of course. ENOUGH TALK-Y! FIGHT-Y ... er... NOW!
Zim clenches controller tightly, thumbs poised in a ready position
Zim's character materializes in a lesser explosion of a florist's nightmare. His character looks like a skinny man with short, bright orange hair, glasses, and a long black trench coat ... hehe. He's also wearing a black pointy witch hat. He has a significantly less magnificent sword, as well
Zim: EH? Where is Zim's OWN mighty blade?! I earned it myself!
Iggins: I have the Sword of Jeff, the best blade, and mark of the Champion. You just have a sword. That's the way it works.
Zim: Then I shall get that blade once you are beaten you. HYAH!
Iggins stomps on the START button. There is a brief loading screen with exploding roses and then the game begins
Zim starts hitting the buttons in random combinations. On the screen, his character leaps forward with his blade, running around frantically and slashing randomly with his wimpy sword. Iggins' character easily dodges each attack
Iggins: Button-mashing isn't going to help you. You won't beat me if you don't know what you're doing!
Iggins' character ducks a sideways slash, comes up next to Zim's character and hits him in the face full-on with the hilt of his sword. Zim's character stumbles back several paces, sporting a nosebleed
Iggins: Presses the buttons with his feet leisurely Isn't this game SO realistic? You're character's even got a nosebleed. It took me 2 hours to perfect that attack.
Zim: Mashing furiously I won't lose so easily!
Zim's character raises his blade over his head and rushes towards Iggins' character, in a downward slash. The two blades meet in midair, and Iggins' sword cuts Zim's in two. He backs off, looking surprised-like at the hilt in his hand, and frowns, shrugging to Zim
Iggins: AHA! Critical hit! Now you have NO chance of beating me!
Zim: How? Why did my blade break? You cheat!
Iggins: The Sword of Jeff is far superior to your character's sword, as are my gaming skills to yours.
Zim: RR~! I cannot give up! Not until I attain the POWER TO REVOLUTIONIZE THE WORLD!
A blizzard of rose petals whips down, spiraling around Zim's character. He draws back, and begins a dash, letting out a shrill ulating battle cry. Iggins matches the movement, also yelling. The characters meet in the middle, and a giant rose envelops the two of them
Fade out
END SCENE 4
A/N:
Lord Timothy: The update is here! WOO! Toast is ON THE HOUSE! *Ahem* It's about time...
Dither: Um, yeah. It took me a long time to finish the editing for this chapter because I'm ... lazy. I've been busy and tired, and sleep takes precedence over even this fic. And, in spite of all of the various delays, I'm disappointed with this chapter in general.
Maybe I'm just picky.