IGF: Okay, people, this is it. Your LAST CHANCE. If you like this fic and want to be in it, send it in a review NOW. You'll appear and join the group from Chapter 9 on. If you don't ask before my next update, you miss out. And there's FREE FOOD!!!
GIR: FOOD?! WHERE?!?!?!?
IGF: I was lying, GIR. I only wanted to have more people be in the fic.
GIR: Ohhhh.
IGF: Yeah. We need as many Nick-hating IZ fans as we can!
GIR: Can I do the disclaimery thingy?
IGF: GIR, everyone KNOWS that I don't own Invader Zim. Since I'm the one talking right now, I'll do it. Okay?
GIR: Okay...
IGF: Nickelodian (though I hate to admit it...uggh) and Jhonen Vasquez own IZ. Ari, Hannah, and Gaz-Rules own themselves. And GIR owns me.
ANNOUNCEMENT (OF DOOM): Next Saturday (May 22) is...MY BIRTHDAY!!! And I'm NOT going to tell you how old I am! MUAHAHAHAHAHAAA!!!!! You can invent my age. Just guess. GUESS. You might guess right. But then again, you might guess wrong. (dun dun DUN) Ok? And just to let you know, my party will be IZ-themed, complete with EPISODE ONE MARATHON!!! ENVY ME!!!!!
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Our group of five humans (Ari, Hannah, Gaz-rules, Dib, and Gaz), one alien (Zim), one robot (GIR), and one human-that's-so-scary-that-they-can't-quite-be-called-human (Kate), wandered through the eternally doom-filled place otherwise known as the airport. We had found that we were completely and hopelessly LOST.
"WE'RE NOT LOST!!!" Hannah screamed. "We just have no clue where we are."
"So we're lost." I replied. Everyone glared at me.
"What?" I asked.
"We are NOT lost," Gaz said, sounding as if she'd kill me if I didn't agree with her. "We WILL find our way out of here, and then I will destroy you."
"Ehehehe...right." I replied, nervous. I didn't want to die young! We slowly wandered down a long hallway, filled with seemingly infinite shops advertising crappy stuff that only idiots would buy. Idiots, and insane robots.
"OoOoOoOoooh!" GIR gasped, gazing longingly at a display of impossibly expensive chocolates. "I want summa that!!!"
"GIR, those things are, like, thirty bucks!" I replied. The android's large cyan eyes filled with tears, and he began sobbing.
"But...I WANT them!" he cried. Seeing my favorite character in distress, I rushed over to comfort him.
"Don't worry, GIR," I told him. "I'll get you something else just as good, I PROMISE." GIR looked up at me, and smiled.
"YAY!!! STUFF!!!!!" he screamed. Every head in the entire airport turned and stared at us. It was like they'd been PLANNING it for several weeks until the time finally came when they could actually get the pleasure of embarrassing a poor, innocent girl and a cute alien robot. Okay, so I'm not even CLOSE to being innocent. I'm actually pretty evil. Hehehe...
"Would you quit that?" I asked the people, casually. They did so, and I noticed that a few of them looked disappointed that I hadn't gotten angry or something.
"Hey, look!" Ari shouted. "Food!" She pointed in the direction of an overpriced airport McDonald's. The food they sell there is almost always worse than the food at an ordianry McDonald's, and ALWAYS twice as pricey. But we hadn't gotten lunch on the plane, because we'd been too busy hiding from the evil Barney-ness of...THE MOVIE. (shudder) So we headed straight for the McDonald's...and our DOOM. Approaching the counter, we saw that there was a HUGE line. It wound out of the restaurant, down past five other stores, and outside, where it stretched for several miles into the distance.
"You actually want to WAIT in that line?!" I asked Ari, shocked that anyone would be desperate enough to wait in a ten-hour line for a cheeseburger that wasn't quite edible.
"Well, no..." she replied. "But the crayons said that if I don't wait in the line, they'll kill us all!"
"Really?" I asked. If the CRAYONS had said so, then we had no choice but to obey. Especially if the blue ones had said so.
"YES!" Ari screamed. "They're after us! I KNOW IT!!!"
"Why don't we just shove some idiot out of the way and take their place?" Gaz-rules asked, as if it were the obvious solution to the problem. Which it was. We walked (innocently) up to the freakish-looking dude at the front of the line.
"Out of our way, disgusting stink-beast!" Zim yelled. The guy took one look at the green-skinned "kid" in front of him. His eyes then travelled to the "dog", who stood next to a girl with FAR too many zits, who stood next to another girl who was taller than him and had purple-streaked hair (this is Gaz-rules, if you needed to know. She's FAR too tall. About 5 foot 8), who stood next to an evil-looking girl playing a Game Slave 2, who stood next to a boy with pointy hair and a long trenchcoat, who stood next to a girl with blonde hair and who seemed to be staring at the trenchcoat-boy and had the same shirt as him, who was standing next to...
He ran from the line screaming.
"I KNEW it would work!" Gaz-rules shouted as we stole the man's place in line. I approached the counter, preparing to order for everyone in our group.
"HiandwelcometoMcDonald'scanIgetyousomething?" the McDonald's counter lady asked, talking far too fast for us to fully comprehend.
"Um, yeah. I'd like a cheeseburger..." I replied.
"Isthatall?" she questioned.
"Do you guys want cheeseburgers?" I asked the rest of the group.
"Yeah, sure, whatever." said everyone except Zim and GIR.
"I WANNA HUNDRED CHEESEBURGERS!!!!!" GIR squealed.
"I do not want any of this horrible HUMAN stink-food!" Zim replied, looking disgusted at the thought of having to eat McDonald's food.
"Sothat's106cheeseburgers," the counter lady said. "Doyouwantadrinkwiththat?"
"Sure," I replied. "Just one." The McDonald's worker wrote down the order, and then left for a few minutes. She then returned, carrying a tray with exactly 106 cheeseburgers on it.
"GIR, you aren't REALLY going to eat a hundred cheeseburgers, are you?" I asked him.
"YUP!" he shrieked, and dived for the pile of food. Within the time span of about ten seconds, the tray no longer had any cheeseburgers on it. Everyone just gaped at GIR, who smiled and licked his lips.
"I liiiiiiiike cheezy-burgers," he said. Miraculously, he didn't seem the slightest bit fatter. That's the good thing about being a cartoon. You can eat as much as you want, and you'll never gain weight. But in real life, you eat just a LITTLE bit of junk food, and you get fat. How unfair is that?
"How does he DO that?" Hannah asked. "That was, like, 106 cheeseburgers! And in ten seconds!"
"Don't ask me, ask him." I replied.
"I don't think he knows." she said. And she was probably right. While everyone (except GIR and Zim) sulked about not getting any food, Ari stood up and pointed to something in the distance.
"LOOK! AN EXIT!!!" she screamed. We all turned our heads instantly to see if it was true. And it WAS. There was a DOOR at the other end of the airport. But just as we were about to run towards it, the McDonald's lady came over to us.
"Thatwillbe$108.43thankyouforeatingatMcDonald's." she said.
"$108.43?!?!?!?!?!?!?!" I shrieked. "No WAY! Let's get outta here!!!" Everyone nodded, and we ran for the door. It was like a shining light in the distance, getting closer...closer...closer...
SLAM!!! I ran into the door. It had been closed the whole time.
"OWWW!!!" I cried. I could tell that Hannah and Gaz-rules were trying not to laugh.
"Hey! That wasn't funny!" I replied, angrily.
"Yes, it was." they said simultaneously.
"No, it wasn't!" I retorted. "Let's just go through the stupid door, already!" Still laughing silently, our group walked outside to see something we never thought our eyes would meet - Nickelodian Studios.
"WE MADE IT!!!!!" Ari yelled.
"FINALLY!!!" Hannah screamed. We were rushing for the center of the Nick HQ Building, when we ran into someone.
"We've been waiting for you," Kokono said.
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Hah! A CLIFFHANGER!!! Well, sorta. I shall now leave you all to your cliffhanger-y DOOM!!! MWAHAHAHAH-(cough, hack)-AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAA!!!!! Man, I'm evil. The next chapter will be up soon! And it is the introduction of my story's fans! That's right, people! YOU'RE IN THE NEXT CHAPTER!!! Which, may I add, is rated PG-13 for violence and the deaths of EVIL Nick employees! Oh well. If you're still under 13 and are reading this anyway, please don't skip Chapter 9. It won't be THAT violent.
NEXT: We find out that we're not the ONLY ones who want to destroy Nickelodian! All you people out there who asked get to join our little group! And then...the title will finally come into effect! NICK SHALL PAY!!! I hope you're eagerly awaiting the next piece of my first fanfic ever!
A THANK YOU: To everyone who's read and reviewed this fic up until now. It's great to know that people like my writing. I've never gotten a flame, thanks to you guys. You're the ones who made me continue this, even through some bad writer's blocks. Without you, this story would be long dead.
GIR: FOOD?! WHERE?!?!?!?
IGF: I was lying, GIR. I only wanted to have more people be in the fic.
GIR: Ohhhh.
IGF: Yeah. We need as many Nick-hating IZ fans as we can!
GIR: Can I do the disclaimery thingy?
IGF: GIR, everyone KNOWS that I don't own Invader Zim. Since I'm the one talking right now, I'll do it. Okay?
GIR: Okay...
IGF: Nickelodian (though I hate to admit it...uggh) and Jhonen Vasquez own IZ. Ari, Hannah, and Gaz-Rules own themselves. And GIR owns me.
ANNOUNCEMENT (OF DOOM): Next Saturday (May 22) is...MY BIRTHDAY!!! And I'm NOT going to tell you how old I am! MUAHAHAHAHAHAAA!!!!! You can invent my age. Just guess. GUESS. You might guess right. But then again, you might guess wrong. (dun dun DUN) Ok? And just to let you know, my party will be IZ-themed, complete with EPISODE ONE MARATHON!!! ENVY ME!!!!!
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Our group of five humans (Ari, Hannah, Gaz-rules, Dib, and Gaz), one alien (Zim), one robot (GIR), and one human-that's-so-scary-that-they-can't-quite-be-called-human (Kate), wandered through the eternally doom-filled place otherwise known as the airport. We had found that we were completely and hopelessly LOST.
"WE'RE NOT LOST!!!" Hannah screamed. "We just have no clue where we are."
"So we're lost." I replied. Everyone glared at me.
"What?" I asked.
"We are NOT lost," Gaz said, sounding as if she'd kill me if I didn't agree with her. "We WILL find our way out of here, and then I will destroy you."
"Ehehehe...right." I replied, nervous. I didn't want to die young! We slowly wandered down a long hallway, filled with seemingly infinite shops advertising crappy stuff that only idiots would buy. Idiots, and insane robots.
"OoOoOoOoooh!" GIR gasped, gazing longingly at a display of impossibly expensive chocolates. "I want summa that!!!"
"GIR, those things are, like, thirty bucks!" I replied. The android's large cyan eyes filled with tears, and he began sobbing.
"But...I WANT them!" he cried. Seeing my favorite character in distress, I rushed over to comfort him.
"Don't worry, GIR," I told him. "I'll get you something else just as good, I PROMISE." GIR looked up at me, and smiled.
"YAY!!! STUFF!!!!!" he screamed. Every head in the entire airport turned and stared at us. It was like they'd been PLANNING it for several weeks until the time finally came when they could actually get the pleasure of embarrassing a poor, innocent girl and a cute alien robot. Okay, so I'm not even CLOSE to being innocent. I'm actually pretty evil. Hehehe...
"Would you quit that?" I asked the people, casually. They did so, and I noticed that a few of them looked disappointed that I hadn't gotten angry or something.
"Hey, look!" Ari shouted. "Food!" She pointed in the direction of an overpriced airport McDonald's. The food they sell there is almost always worse than the food at an ordianry McDonald's, and ALWAYS twice as pricey. But we hadn't gotten lunch on the plane, because we'd been too busy hiding from the evil Barney-ness of...THE MOVIE. (shudder) So we headed straight for the McDonald's...and our DOOM. Approaching the counter, we saw that there was a HUGE line. It wound out of the restaurant, down past five other stores, and outside, where it stretched for several miles into the distance.
"You actually want to WAIT in that line?!" I asked Ari, shocked that anyone would be desperate enough to wait in a ten-hour line for a cheeseburger that wasn't quite edible.
"Well, no..." she replied. "But the crayons said that if I don't wait in the line, they'll kill us all!"
"Really?" I asked. If the CRAYONS had said so, then we had no choice but to obey. Especially if the blue ones had said so.
"YES!" Ari screamed. "They're after us! I KNOW IT!!!"
"Why don't we just shove some idiot out of the way and take their place?" Gaz-rules asked, as if it were the obvious solution to the problem. Which it was. We walked (innocently) up to the freakish-looking dude at the front of the line.
"Out of our way, disgusting stink-beast!" Zim yelled. The guy took one look at the green-skinned "kid" in front of him. His eyes then travelled to the "dog", who stood next to a girl with FAR too many zits, who stood next to another girl who was taller than him and had purple-streaked hair (this is Gaz-rules, if you needed to know. She's FAR too tall. About 5 foot 8), who stood next to an evil-looking girl playing a Game Slave 2, who stood next to a boy with pointy hair and a long trenchcoat, who stood next to a girl with blonde hair and who seemed to be staring at the trenchcoat-boy and had the same shirt as him, who was standing next to...
He ran from the line screaming.
"I KNEW it would work!" Gaz-rules shouted as we stole the man's place in line. I approached the counter, preparing to order for everyone in our group.
"HiandwelcometoMcDonald'scanIgetyousomething?" the McDonald's counter lady asked, talking far too fast for us to fully comprehend.
"Um, yeah. I'd like a cheeseburger..." I replied.
"Isthatall?" she questioned.
"Do you guys want cheeseburgers?" I asked the rest of the group.
"Yeah, sure, whatever." said everyone except Zim and GIR.
"I WANNA HUNDRED CHEESEBURGERS!!!!!" GIR squealed.
"I do not want any of this horrible HUMAN stink-food!" Zim replied, looking disgusted at the thought of having to eat McDonald's food.
"Sothat's106cheeseburgers," the counter lady said. "Doyouwantadrinkwiththat?"
"Sure," I replied. "Just one." The McDonald's worker wrote down the order, and then left for a few minutes. She then returned, carrying a tray with exactly 106 cheeseburgers on it.
"GIR, you aren't REALLY going to eat a hundred cheeseburgers, are you?" I asked him.
"YUP!" he shrieked, and dived for the pile of food. Within the time span of about ten seconds, the tray no longer had any cheeseburgers on it. Everyone just gaped at GIR, who smiled and licked his lips.
"I liiiiiiiike cheezy-burgers," he said. Miraculously, he didn't seem the slightest bit fatter. That's the good thing about being a cartoon. You can eat as much as you want, and you'll never gain weight. But in real life, you eat just a LITTLE bit of junk food, and you get fat. How unfair is that?
"How does he DO that?" Hannah asked. "That was, like, 106 cheeseburgers! And in ten seconds!"
"Don't ask me, ask him." I replied.
"I don't think he knows." she said. And she was probably right. While everyone (except GIR and Zim) sulked about not getting any food, Ari stood up and pointed to something in the distance.
"LOOK! AN EXIT!!!" she screamed. We all turned our heads instantly to see if it was true. And it WAS. There was a DOOR at the other end of the airport. But just as we were about to run towards it, the McDonald's lady came over to us.
"Thatwillbe$108.43thankyouforeatingatMcDonald's." she said.
"$108.43?!?!?!?!?!?!?!" I shrieked. "No WAY! Let's get outta here!!!" Everyone nodded, and we ran for the door. It was like a shining light in the distance, getting closer...closer...closer...
SLAM!!! I ran into the door. It had been closed the whole time.
"OWWW!!!" I cried. I could tell that Hannah and Gaz-rules were trying not to laugh.
"Hey! That wasn't funny!" I replied, angrily.
"Yes, it was." they said simultaneously.
"No, it wasn't!" I retorted. "Let's just go through the stupid door, already!" Still laughing silently, our group walked outside to see something we never thought our eyes would meet - Nickelodian Studios.
"WE MADE IT!!!!!" Ari yelled.
"FINALLY!!!" Hannah screamed. We were rushing for the center of the Nick HQ Building, when we ran into someone.
"We've been waiting for you," Kokono said.
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Hah! A CLIFFHANGER!!! Well, sorta. I shall now leave you all to your cliffhanger-y DOOM!!! MWAHAHAHAH-(cough, hack)-AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAA!!!!! Man, I'm evil. The next chapter will be up soon! And it is the introduction of my story's fans! That's right, people! YOU'RE IN THE NEXT CHAPTER!!! Which, may I add, is rated PG-13 for violence and the deaths of EVIL Nick employees! Oh well. If you're still under 13 and are reading this anyway, please don't skip Chapter 9. It won't be THAT violent.
NEXT: We find out that we're not the ONLY ones who want to destroy Nickelodian! All you people out there who asked get to join our little group! And then...the title will finally come into effect! NICK SHALL PAY!!! I hope you're eagerly awaiting the next piece of my first fanfic ever!
A THANK YOU: To everyone who's read and reviewed this fic up until now. It's great to know that people like my writing. I've never gotten a flame, thanks to you guys. You're the ones who made me continue this, even through some bad writer's blocks. Without you, this story would be long dead.