Hello there. I am back with another massively bad fanfic. Hahaha, sigh. My other ones failed, wanna know why? They suffered from lack of plot because I just wanted to get right into the love. Anywayz I actually have a plot for this one and if love just happens to pop in; it will. I promise to attempt to make it OKAY, if not just good.

I do not own Invader Zim although it does own my soul. nods yep that's right.

starts dancing oh you're still here, ok. ON WITH THE READING!

Zim was working diligently in one of his many labs, examining a new piece of machinery.

He had taken it from the dib-beast at lunch. Oh yes Zim knew, he KNEW, that it was important for Dib had guarded it closely. He sniffed the yellow slab and reeled in disgust, it smelled like vomit. But nevertheless he had it and the Dib did not.

He smiled and looked through one of the holes, but little did he know what he had was a piece of swiss cheese.

"The Dib shall never get this.. Uh… this… umm" Zim scratched his head with his free hand "THIS SQOOGLY back!" Zim screamed as he held the cheese above his head.

"Actually…" the computer droned, "That's a piece of chee-"

"SILENCE!" Zim screamed as he dropped the cheese onto the floor. "Do you DARE to defy MEEE? I AM ZIM ! I am YOUR master!" Zim pointed at the ceiling, one eye open in a tight glare.

"Sheesh, fine whatever." The computer said.

Zim suddenly heard a large screech come from up above. Zim looked at the ceiling now, not out of spite of the computer but in questioning of the new sound, and stood still. He waited for the sound and heard it again.

"AAAAAAAAAEEEEEEEIIIIIICCCCCCKKKKK!"

Zim jumped back and flung himself onto the counter in his lab. He spun around and faced his tunnel. He listened once more, closely.

"There is more than one voice up there!" Zim's eyes widened. "Humans in my base? NEVER!"

Zim jumped into his tunnel, pulling on his wig and contacts while jumping, and hit the button in one smooth motion.

"That was kinda cool." The computer said as Zim started rising to the surface.

"Shut up…" muttered Zim.

Zim popped his head out of the toilet in the kitchen but ducked quickly down again when he heard the squeal.

"Oh my squeedlyspooch…" Zim said in awe, crouching away from the squealy. "It sounds like there are five oh oh oh oh oh human females in my living room!"

(note to readers: 500,000 humans)

Zim pulled a laser out of his pants and jumped out of the toilet. He tried to repeat the cool move he did downstairs but slipped on a puddle of bacon grease and flew into the living room. Zim's head slammed into the couch.

"Heehee" the computer giggled, then coughed to cover up his laugh.

"Oww" Zim mumbled, rubbing his skull.

"You break my heart baby, when you stole my tuna fish" "TUNA FISH!"

"heh?" Zim stood up and looked at the TV in awe.

On stage were five human men making music with their noise tubes. In front of them were masses of people screaming and crying and just randomly throwing themselves at the stage. Zim couldn't help but notice the hold this 'music' was having on the crowd. It even compelled them to rip at their clothes.

"YEAH TOOOOONA!" Screamed Gir.

Zim turned and looked at Gir. The little robot was on top of the TV and was doing the moonwalk. He had on a t-shirt, hat, and was waving a flag. All of the items had the name FishMen on it.

"What in the name of all that is tall…" Zim murmured to himself. "Gir! What do you think you are doing?"

Gir, in all his coolness, leapt off the TV and landed on Zim's head.

"I really don't know." Gir said and tilted his head to one side.

Zim reached up and threw Gir off his head and sent him flying into the couch, only to have Gir leap back on top of the television and resume his moonwalk.

"Who are these humans? And why do they make you move like that?" Zim asked opening one eye wide in question. Gir stopped dancing and made a grunting noise as he tried to think. Zim waited for about 3 seconds before screaming "GIR: ANSWERS: NOW!"

"Theys be the Fish Boys, er, Men and theys sing… and dance… just-like-this!" Gir started moving his arms wildly and he spun his head around so fast it flew off of his shoulders and into the ceiling.

"The FishMen are the hottest thing in the world right now." A reporter said. "They rule all our hearts and minds, no person in the world can resist them!"

"NOBODY can resist?" Zim said and walked closer to the screen.

"No… Nobody." The TV woman smiled creepily and made Zim shudder. She had responded to his question and seemed to wait for another.

Zim decided to try it out and asked another question. "Why? Why can they not resist, why do they obey?"

Almost as in response the lady cried, "Boy band mania, not seen since the 1990's, has taken the planet by storm! The singing, the dancing, the catchy tunes, all seem to hypnotize the earth's population into beckoning to their every command. We cannot help to resist, and why? Because they are so…"

The lady's voice went from hectic to low and monotonous for this one word, "Cool."

Zim smiled and started cackling. Gir walked beside him, head now on, and started laughing too.

The TV lady smiled creepily again, "Nobody," she said, "can resist."

Zim decided to further study this 'boy-band' phenomenon without the help of the scary TV lady. He looked through all the files he could find and came up with a list of things he needed.

"In order for the humans to cave in to my order," Zim said to no one in particular, "I need to be cool." He frowned. Zim didn't really know what cool was, but he planned on making an ingenious replica of it.

The computer, although not addressed, started talking. "According to my notes boy-bands have strict rules in order to be considered cool. The boy bands get fame, money, and the obedience of their fans and the fans get music.

They all have five members, at least the popular ones do. Each member is assigned a persona or character."

"Explain…" Zim said thoughtfully. He sat in his chair with his eyes squinted. The atmosphere was dark so he could think without distraction.

"Well there's like the sweet one," Zim shuddered, "The cute one," Zim shuddered again, "The smart one, the goofy one, and the mean one." The computer continued in a rushed voice. Zim smirked at the mentioning of the mean one. "I have also compiled outfits to match the personalities." The computer added.

"I shall find 4 boys to be in my band," he said darkly. "I just need to fill the 'personas' and make my band so I can rule the world!" Zim cackled loudly.

"The hunt has begun."

I know what you are thinking, but please try to quiet your screams of terror. What I am about to do is ask for help. I need a name for the band because I cannot think of one cool enough. Please lend me your ideas. I shall thank you and love you forever? Heehee. Love.