WHEEEEeeeee…o' screw it. _. Im not in the best 'o moods…its very stuffy and icky in my house and I have no dew. NO DEW DAMNIT!!! …Grrrr…(gnaws on chocolate bunny head). Anywho.

I HAVE RETURNED!! HOOHA!! (if you missed me, say so in your review….CUZ I MISSED ALL OF YALL!! *Sniff*)

      Aaand in my great and cherished return, I BRING YOU THE THIRD CHAPTER!! (Loud cheers are hear and rock music is played)

I dun own Johnny, nor any other characters in dis story (Sept. crazy FanGirls and other crap.)

ONWARD TO DAH FIC!!!

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      After a few minutes, Johnny and Ricki had made it at last to the airport. This was frightening and new to Johnny, since he had never flown before. He stared out of the window while the Stuarts showed the passengers how to secure their seat belts and such. Johnny wasn't paying attention to anyone, not even the snoring guy behind him. "Hmm…I suppose this is the real world, the living, the reality…" He thought to himself and looked at his hands, "These hands drew me…these hands gave me pain and insanity…a fake reality to coat a piece of paper…"

     He stared outside his window at the clouds that passed by. Suddenly, a new thought came to his head, one more shocking that the last. "That's why I could kill and I never got caught!" He thought, "It wasn't real! But…If I kill someone here" He looked around at all the passengers, "I would get caught. I guess Im gonna hafta be more careful now that Im in reality…or this other reality."

    After a little more than 3 hours of sitting and thinking (which, in doubt, made him more confused.) They landed in Orlando, Florida and where taking a cab to Nick studios. The cabby was extremely obnoxious and rude, snorting and smoking on a cigarette with the windows rolled up. You can just imagine how incredibly HARD it was for Johnny not to kill him, not wanting this "Jhonen" person to wind up in some jail cell or probably dead (cuz den dat means no more JTHM!! *Screams*), because then…maybe he would die in the process. Unfortunate for NNY, the trip was an hour long. That's an hour trying to refrain from gutting the cabby with a plastic knife he got on the plane.

   Finally, he and Ricki made it to the studios. "Jhonen, did you bring the hooded jacket?" Ricki asked him. Johnny lifted an eyebrow at him, "what the hell are you talking about?" Ricki lowered his voice as he spoke, questioning Johnny with a weird look on his face, "Ever since Invader Zim came out, your fans have increased! Now some fans hang around here trying to meet you, you always bring your jacket so you can cover your head. Ricki said causiously, and then looked at him "you forgot it?" Ricki asked.

(Note from author: there is no jacket probably, it's just an excuse to make Johnny think)

    Johnny wasn't paying attention to him; he was putting the pieces together in his mind. "Pictures of me on his walls… Invader Zim… fans…and now this studio? This guy MUST be an animator!" He thought slamming his fist into his other hand. Then he realized another vital clue…If he was needed to be here in person, it must mean he was the head of this "Invader Zim" cartoon, which means he controlled the character inter actions and designs and even more…

   This made him smile.

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     Jhonen strolled up and down the dark passageway thinking, rubbing his chin as the burger lad finished talking and explaining. "So…what your saying is, "Jhonen began to ask while sitting in a chair, "Is that, this great Moose that I created, is somehow trying to get Johnny out of this world and into mine…so that, like a contagious disease, he can infect some other person and create some kind of chain of worlds for himself? Yeah, yah see…that would make perfect sense if only one slight question was answered: HUH?!?"

   Reverend sighed and walked a bit closer to Jhonen. "Our worlds are not very far apart Mr. Vasquez, you see. You and Johnny are not very different people, though your reality's, actions, and major thoughts differ tremendously. Unfortunately this vice creates a sort of reality mirror for, like a mirror, things are the same only backwards. You depiction of reality, like most cartoonists have, is much the same as ours, but different. You have Dobermans in your world maiming people, while in ours their ill-tempered Chihuahuas. Coke© is Poop and School is Skool…and fiction is reality. The Moose, for some reason, found this out and for centuries (in our time) has been desperate to find out HOW this is so. The Moose then discovered, that if he could cross over through Johnny (you in the other world), and infect the minds of other humans. He could not only rule the real world, but infect the minds of other cartoonists and rule the other Mirror-like worlds!!"

   Jhonen suddenly understood…he also understood one more vital detail! "We're making the final touches on a new Zim episode on Wed.!!" He exclaimed.

   The burger Boy grinned evilly and sneered. "Then you are too LATE!!!"

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ooooo…SPOOKY!! Well, now dat Im back in dah game, Chapter 4 will come shortly! I PROMISE THIS TIME!! REALLY! I SWEAR!!!

By now, you've probably guessed that this will take waaaay more than 4 chapters to fini. But dats ok…right?

R&R and I will be your bestest friiieeend…