Curses! Obscene language! (Insert your own word here!) Okay here's the deal-io! I posted that up way to soon so there are some mistakes and please, please, please forgive me for that!! Any-fricking-way, do any of you people out there know how to edit something that's already been posted? I'm so stupid...

Did you like my opening chapter? Thought not... Tee hee! I read this kick-ass fan fiction but it referred to toast a lot so I'm craving toast... But I'm too lazy to go get up and make some. And I already had breakfast... COCOA PUFFS! Woo hoo!

DISCLAIMER: I own nothing... YOU DON'T HAVE TO KEEP RUBBING IT IN! (Starts crying)

"What the hell?" Polaris exclaimed, frustrated. "What happened?"

"Is it supposed to do that?" Tory asked. Polaris glared at her.

"Excuse me but what was supposed to do that? AND WHERE ARE WE?" Dib roared.

"Calm down, sheesh!" Polaris and Tory said in unison.

This poor, poor insane group was frozen in Zim's house. Nothing worked. The doors wouldn't open, Zim couldn't access his underground lair, and it seemed to be like time was frozen in Invader Zim world. The end was near. But, on a happier note, Gaz was taking her anger out on a video game in her Game Slave 2 instead of any of the others.

"My base! My beautiful base! You've killed ZIM'S BASE!" Zim cried. Zim frantically tried to go down the toilet elevator but it wouldn't go. He kicked it and hopped up and down on it.

Tory stood behind him and watched him curiously. "It isn't working, ya know."

"How dare you tell Zim what he already knows!" Zim yelled.

Polaris and Tory glanced at each other. "Did you already know that?"

"Of course I—" Zim froze. "I mean, uh, oh your feeble Earth brains cannot fathom my master plan!"

"Is your master plan jumping up and down on a toilet? Because that's what it looks like..." Polaris trailed off. She resumed pounding on the remote.

"Okay, okay, okay," Tory shut her eyes, making a mind block. "We're trapped in Zim's house, no food, no water, no bathroom, and now we're all slowly going insane. Great, just great."

"Isn't it though?" Polaris said absentmindedly.

Dib stood behind Polaris and observed her attempts on fixing the remote. Dib pushed Polaris's hands out of the way and took the remote.

"Hey—"

Dib turned it around and opened the battery container. "They're dead..."

"WE'RE DEAD? OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD! WE'RE DEAD!" Tory screamed and ran around in circles. "IS THIS HEAVEN? WAIT NO... BUT WE'RE DEAD? OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD!" Tory ran into a corner and rocked back and forth, in the fetal position.

"Someone forgot to take her pills this morning," Polaris mused before returning her gaze to Dib. "Okay, so they're dead? We need batteries. ZIM! YO, YOU GOT ANY BATTERIES? THE FATE OF uh... US SURVIVING DEPENDS ON IT!"

Zim leapt down from the toilet and shadowed over Polaris's shoulder. "Filthy human-stink batteries? Hah! Zim has no batteries!"

Polaris wiped the spit from her face that Zim left behind. "Thank you."

Zim stared. "You're welcome?"

Polaris sighed and glanced over at Tory, who was still having her mental breakdown. Polaris surveyed the room hopefully. The TV wouldn't have any batteries... Neither would the couch... Or that awesome monkey picture... Fridge? No... Polaris heard a game-like noise coming from the couch. She spun and saw...Gaz.

With a Game Slave 2.

Polaris stared at Gaz's game system. Dib traced her gaze to Gaz and his eyes widened in shock.

"Polaris... Not a good idea! She'll rip you limb from limb!" He paused. "Literally."

"It's better than being trapped here for all eternity..." Polaris dashed over to Gaz and snatched the video game system from her hands. Polaris, being slightly taller than Gaz, held it up as high as she could and proceeded to take the batteries out.

"Give me back my Game Slave or I will make your life a miserable hole of shame and horrors..." Gaz said quietly.

"You're in for it now." Dib said and he climbed up on top of the refrigerator, away from his scary sister. Zim and Tory followed suit.

"Hold on... One moment," Polaris mumbled and she pulled both batteries out. She handed the now dead game system to its rightful owner and ran to the refrigerator with the others and climbed to her safety. She quickly popped the batteries into the remote. She pointed it at the group on the fridge and pressed the lime green button.

Huge puffs of lime green smoke erupted from the remote and it began to vibrate viciously. It started shaking so hard that Polaris was being moved along with it and she knocked Dib to the ground with a loud "Nyah!"

Everyone in the room started choking and hacking; the smoke was so thick that they couldn't breathe. Then, as if things couldn't get any worse, the remote exploded and GIR stood in the middle of the broken pieces.

"Aw, your little stick's broken! Woo! RUN RACECAR RUN!" GIR shrieked happily as the little robot picked up a shard of plastic that looked faintly like a car and pushed it around.

AND NOW FOR AN AUTHOR'S NOTE...

Woo!!! I liked that one much better, if you agree please respond! YEE-HA! And if "Run racecar run" didn't sound like GIR, then I want you to listen to him on a episode to refresh your memory and then reread it. It sounds like him. It took me ten minutes to come up with that. Trust me, it sounds somewhat like him.

CHAPTER TWO HAS BEEN COMPLETED! PAR-TAY! And now drop your jaws in shock: I have a PLOT!

Oh my God, oh my God, we're dead! MWA HAHA!

--Polaris Eleven...Saturday 3.28PM