"Tak?!"

Indeed, where his 'mother' had stood, clad in her hooker-esque clothing, was now Tak, in her standard holographic attire.

                Dib blinked, staring at her. He didn't really know what to make of it – at first, he'd liked Tak. She'd actually talked to him (though, now he realized it was only to get information on Zim), and plus she had devoted every waking second to causing Zim some obscure type of pain. As soon as he'd realized that she, too, was merely after turning Earth into one oversized Wonderball as an offering to her leaders, the nice thoughts toward her withered and melted, replaced by resentment and a sense of betrayal.

                Tak narrowed one eye at Dib as he stared at her. This idea didn't appeal to her in the slightest. After all, she was quickly taking a disliking to him. It was humiliating enough to have your life ruined by possibly the stupidest member of your species to ever exist; it was worse to be foiled by him again. Yet here, in front of her, thanks to her decision to be here, was the person who'd made Zim's victory possible. She couldn't force herself to believe that without Dib, Zim still would've trounced on her plans. It just didn't work. Without Dib, Zim wouldn't have been able to chase her and stop the pump, and without Dib and his wretched sister Zim wouldn't have gotten a hold of Mimi's memory disk. Now here she was, standing there, waiting to off Dib her services in stopping Zim's latest plan before it spun wildly out of control.

                Gaz, having rummaged out a slice of pizza, walked by and raised an eyebrow at the two curiously.     

"Stop ogling each other and say something," she said simply, slumping down on the couch. Dib broke the silence between the two.     

"Why are you here? How did you survive the crash? What do you want? And why were you dressed like … that while claiming to be my mom?"
Tak sighed, prepared for the long list of questions. Stepping into the house uninvited she began speaking. Dib noticed that she, too, used all the hand-flourishing movements that Zim did. Hrn, must be an Irken thing.

"As soon as I discovered myself already back within Earth's atmosphere, I waited until a reasonably safe distance to eject. I didn't like where it was headed, after all. It worked. I landed somewhere over in the park," here, she made a directional movement, "along with Mimi. I'll spare you the details, but I found out about Zim's plan. Your race has some unusal obsession with weight, and he's decided to exploit it. I'll be frank with you; I have no technology, no resources, and no way off this planet should I chose to leave until I manage to fix my mangled ship or build another, which wont be any time soon if I have to rely on Earth technology. And I know you've dedicated every waking moment to stop Zim." Tak stopped her little speech and her pacing, and turned to face Dib, trying to gather what he made of it.   He lowered an eyebrow. 

"So what are you saying? I help you defeat Zim, the way I helped Zim defeat you?"
Tak paused, and nodded. "Essentially, yes."

"Why should I?"        

"Well, for one, I know how to get into Zim's base. Two, he's probably using an Irken mind-controlling agent you humans won't discover or find an equal to for another hundred years. Plus, if you don't, the planet you've worked so diligently to save will submit itself to complete control."
Dib sighed. The idea of working once again with some one only saving Earth so they could in turn conquer it themselves didn't appeal to him very much. However, she did have a point. He'd just have to watch her, and not get too close. A species after universal domination didn't sound like one very trustworthy. 

"Okay, okay, I'll help you. Or, rather, you help me. Just one question."
Tak's fake eyebrows raised, and although she didn't grin, Dib took this to be a sign of satisfaction.   

"What?"

"Why did you claim to be my mom?"
Tak waved a hand, as if dismissing the question of its point. 

"It's not proper for an Inva…" she broke off, twitching slightly with anger at realizing she still wasn't an Invader, "...Irken to re-use a disguise if they've been discovered."
Dib nodded, then lowered an eyebrow. 

"What about Zim? He's worn the same disguise since he first landed."

Tak twitched again. 

"Zim hasn't found it necessary to do anything orthodox since his creation."
Her mind briefly flashed back to the scene where Zim, the power-crazed Invader, had half-destroyed his own planet in Impending Doom One. She rolled here eyes, which caused unenlightened Dib to stare at her oddly. Breaking the silence, Dib said simply, 

"Well, Zim'll be surprised."
Tak burst into a rather disturbing, sadistic grin and began her evil little giggle. Dib joined in, for some reason or another, and soon the two were in a full-out sadist cackle. 

"Shut UP!"
Gaz's voice rang out from the living room and Tak was hit in the eye by the corner of a projectile pizza box.

A/N: ..yeah. I'm not sure if Tak was in character, so I apologize if she wasn't. I found it hard to get a good feel for her character based on that one episode. o_o I know, I know, it's not been…funny since about chapter 5. I apologize, I've just used up most of my funny ideas already. I'm gonna run with this plot I've got going now, but if I get better ideas in the future I might do a rewrite. ^_^ Well, re-write from chapter 7.