I revised this, I swear.

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Yeah… that's it, I have nothing witty nor sarcastic to say. But you know, if some one DEMANDS that there be a Disclaimer that goes on for 3 pages basically stating that I don't Invader Zim, and that I'm poor and obsess over Jhonen Vasquez, just tell me in the review section and I'll add it in a later chapter. After all, I write to serve!

In the Year 2013 there is Still Insanity

Chapter one. The struggle continues

Year: 2013.

All together, Zim waited 6 years for the Irken Armada to show up, which all was pretty good for the impatient Irken. However after a while, he began to wonder if they got stuck in traffic, and he couldn't figure out why they weren't returning his calls. Eventually he became fed up and decided to impress the tallest by getting a head start on world domination.

As amazing as it sounds, 6 years was long enough for an Irken to gain some intelligence and he finally had an evil, and foolproof plan to take over the earth, once and for all. It wasn't that hard once he put his mind to it, which was now filled with at least a little knowledge. Humans are not exactly the brightest species in the crayon box, after all.

Zim based his plan off of his past experience, and it all revolved around one key element:

            Hamsters.

            The alien mutated cute and cuddly hamsters into cute and cuddly human-sized fighting machines that obeyed his every command. How he got them to actually work is beyond me. Zim sent the flufftabulous army off and humanity didn't even have a chance. They couldn't resist the cuteness of the almighty hamsters, and if they did, they were simply destroyed. After that it didn't take long for the entire human race to fall into Zim's gloved hand. (Well…Heck, why not?)

            The earth soon became a place of chaos and destruction!! After all, isn't that how most of these futuristic stories go? Most of the human population became slaves for Zim, and those few who escaped lived on the streets as insane hobos. There was little food and lots of filth in the cities. Except for, of course, Zim's palace—in the middle of the planet's capital, "Zimtopia"--which was perfectly spotless.

            The future of Earth seemed bleak, however there was one hope. One boy…who had been fighting Zim ever since the beginning. One boy…free of Zim's claw. One boy…who was the leader of a cool underground resistance! And that boy was:

Dib.

            "I TOLD YOU!!! I TOLD YOU ALL!!! BUT DID YOU LISTEN TO ME??? NOOOOOOO!!! Aliens don't exist! Blah blah blah! You're insane Dib. BUT NOW YOU BELIEVE ME!!! NOW THAT IT'S TOO LATE!!!!"

            The earth is doomed.

            "Be quiet Dib. I'm trying to get past this level," his sister, Gaz said. She was quite upset that Dib had suddenly started shouting at no one for no reason. He made it very hard to concentrate on what was truly important, and it was already bad enough that he made her join this stupid "rebel alliance" thing.

            "How could you still be playing that game when the earth is at stake!!"

            "Can't you just be quiet?" Gaz asked, clearly on the verge of destroying him.

Torque Smakee was not interested in this little fight, "Whatever, I'm going to go lift things."

Keef, for the millionth time, bounded up to Dib pleading, "Zim couldn't have taken over the earth," he held up a cage with a rabid squirrel growling in it, "He's right here!"

            Dib looked at the squirrel, and then at Keef, and then at the squirrel. The squirrel threw himself at the bars and let out a horrific scream, "Screeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!"

The pale boy gulped and looked around his underground base for something to change the subject. Then suddenly, he realized something, "Hey, were did Squee go?"

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Meanwhile:

            Squee wandered the streets, still wearing the little-Squee outfit he had to visit his past self. He looked around desperately and shouted, "Hello? Does anyone here know who I am? I still haven't recovered all of my memory! And my spine is in terrible pain! Please! Could someone help? Hello?"

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            When nobody answered, Dib decided to put Squee out of his mind for now. After all, he had his new plan to tend to. He stood up on his soapbox and addressed the members of his Alien Resistance Team.

"Okay everyone, I have figured a new plan that is sure to defeat Zim! It is incredibly dangerous, but it is worth the risk! If we all work together, we should win! So, who's with me!!"

            Gaz played her video game and Keef fed "Zim." Nobody seemed to be paying attention to Dib, even though he was standing on a soapbox. Dib was about to scream again, when suddenly Squee stumbled through the door.

            "Ah! Agent Squee! How did the plan to warn your past self go?"

            "AUUGG!! My spine!!! It's melting!!! Nooooo!!" Squee screamed and passed out. Medics hurried in and took him away on a stretcher.  Dib blinked, and looked back at the rest of his resistance. They were paying attention to nothing besides themselves. Dib sighed, and gave up for the night. 

To be continued…

Author Note!

            Geeze! This was freaking messed up before! I never write too much fanfic, as you can probably tell by looking in my profile thing, but I always personally liked this series. But then, a while ago, I looked back in my files, and re read this, and I found out that it was total shit. Pardon my French. I really freakin messed up those tenses! However, my love for this series provoked me to edit it. So here it is. Hopefully it will no longer cause you people as much pain.