Summary: It is the sad, depressing tale of Zim's final day on Earth! Woo-oo!
Author's Notes: Hehe...G-force.
Disclaimer: I do not own...your sooooul! Bwahaha! ...Ha.
Once upon a time, Invader Zim was running down the street wearing purple alien goggles and screaming his MIGHTY IRKEN head off.
Buuut I'm getting ahead of myself.
"It's a good thing I fixed the G-force. It was acting a little funny."
Gir grinned. "G-force." The robot giggled for a few minutes while the pilot of the voot cruiser, none other than ZIM, glared. After those few minutes this giggle became an insane laugh, and not soon afterwards it became scream of terror because the cruiser was plummeting to the Earth below.
Zim was frantically turning knobs when the horrible impact hit and Gir did the amazing cartoon feat of flying up to the top of the ship, hitting the cealing with a CLANG, and falling back down in a heap on the floor.
Gir sat up and laughed.
The ship had landed face-down, and all Zim could see through the shield was grass...GREEN GRASS! Oh no! "Be QUIET!" Zim shouted at his colleague. "Don't you see what this means, Gir?"
"I doooo," said Gir.
There was a pause. "You don't really know, do you?"
There was yet another pause as Gir just sat there shaking his head happily.
"It means we don't know where we are! We could be anywhere on Earth and there are probably HUMANS!...watching the ship right now."
Gir was frantic. "What do we do! What do we do!" He then opened the shield, fashioned a kite out of thin air and ran out of the ship with it flying behind him.
"GIR! NO!" But it was too late. Zim crawled out from under the ship and looked around.
They were in...the front yard of Zim's base.
O.O So, Zim turned to see a human staring at him. "Normal," he simply stated, pointing to the fallen ship and Gir, before walking away toward the base's door.
Next thing we all know, the Irken tries to open this door, but can't. "Computer!" he shouted, furious.
"Command voice not recognized."
"Uh-HUH! Oh, well..." Zim stood calmly before the door, tapping his foot as if waiting on an elevator, for the moment before it hit him. "Giiir!"
"Yes Master!" Gir ran over to the Zim while flying the kite.
"The computer won't let us in the base! We're stuck out here!"
"So?" Gir was drinking a suck-munkey.
"SO! We have no DISGUISES!" Zim yelled back.
"Ooooh. I seeee."
"Shh," Zim silenced the space drone. "They'll hear us."
"Yaaaay!"
"No, Gir. Not yay."
"What else is there?"
"NEVER MIND! If we are QUIET," ...that extra emphamis on the QUIET... "...We may be able to go unnoticed."
So the two Irken creatures did the only thing they could do. They ran down the street screaming and waving their limbs in terror.
Now, as the conclusion of this ungodly-ly short chapter, a few words from happy noodle boy written on my arm.
Fraking donut! You defy me? YOU FRIED CYCLOPS! Biscuit-filthy fangs GARG! I am saying garg! Fooling all the stupids! Hey Dog Entity! Ganglia! Stop with the mooing you damn chihuahua! The funky horror! TO BE CONTINUED!
