Okay so I haven't seen IZ in a while, and I haven't written this in a while, so I'm sorry if I can't make it as good as it was before. So this chapter is dedicated to all you loyal readers (which I probably don't have many of, but this story gets more hits than my deviant art account) before I lose my Zim touch. Yay!

Zim: Get on with MY STORY! I have no time for such NONSENSE!

Disclaimer: Everyone must have one I suppose. I do not own Invader Zim or any characters in this story except for the weird Irken girl who I made up to throw in a twist! YOU HEARD NOTHING!

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Chapter Four Dib's Ebil Plan

"Hey you stupid alien-believer!" some ugly kid shouted at Dib as he walked into the classroom. Dib ignored the rude remark and sat down.

"Hey! I was talking to you, moron!"

"I'm sorry, but if you haven't noticed I don't believe in aliens anymore or any such thing.. It's nonsense really. They must have.." Dib refrained from saying that aliens brainwashed him into believing that aliens were real. This was going to be really hard for him, "... just been my imagination."

Everyone stared at Dib and there was a long silence in the classroom. The mood seemed to switch.

"Well it's about time you became NORMAL." Jessica, the blonde girl said, while strangely enough, some students congratulated him on becoming sane. He grinned deviously. This was going to be easier than he thought.

Back at Zim's place...

"I do think we should take a trip to the school, just to see if your puny brother has gone insane yet," he commented, working on the computer.

Gaz slid out from underneath the ship, "I guess, it'd be pretty funny if everyone was beating him up or something, now that I'm not there to protect him or whatever."

"Tomorrow we set sail!" Zim said randomly.

Gaz blinked, "Uh yeah, don't ever say that again."

"Sorry. TO THE SKOOL!" he bellowed in his Irken, invader voice.

At da Skool, yo.

Zim and Gaz strode up to the school, talking pleasantly like the best of friends before they noticed the large mob of people standing outside of the school. They held up signs like, "Aliens Are Among Us," "Kill Zim, He's an Ebil Alien," "Dib is cool," and other signs of the sort, except for a weird, red-headed girl who was holding up a sign that said, "Hi Zara!" She must have been confused or something.

Zim and Gaz gasped simultaneously.

"We have to get out of here, Zim!" she said, tugging at his freakishly, skinny arm.

"After them!" Dib ordered, emerging from the crowd. The crowd obeyed in a zombie-like fashion as Zim and Gaz ran towards Zim's lair.

Even Dib was surprised at how quickly his plan had unraveled, but it didn't matter, because soon Zim would be captured and he would be recognized as a hero, and not a crazy, big-headed, dipstick. (Wow, that was a kind of long sentence IMO.) All was going according to--

"Ow!" a large, metal object hit Dib on the head. At that moment, Invader Spork revealed herself.

"Dib! You bumbling idiot!" she said, lowering herself from her ship, adorned in pink, her green skin standing out, "Don't you see what you've done?"

"I've started a revolution against an evil alien hell-bent on conquering the Earth and annihilating all mankind as we know it."

"And it will be your LAST revolution against an evil alien hell-bent on conquering the Earth and annihilating all mankind as we know it," she glared, "Dib... Merry Christmas."

The last statement puzzled him and there was a large explosion as Invader Spork sped away in her ship.

Zim and Gaz reached the underground eliteness of Irken's technologic lab. Zim pressed a button to send a distress signal to the Tallest. His screen flashed red.

"We're sorry, but the call you are trying to make cannot be requested as dialed. If you would like to try again, press one now. If you would like more information, press two now. If you would like to sign up for Visa Check Card, press three now. If you would like to become a member of--"

"Curses!" Zim boomed at the communication screen, "It seems we've been.. cut off."

Gaz blinked, "Two please," she said, pressing a button.

"You have been disconnected due to the fact that the planet your are trying to take over, has not been claimed within the time given. Your hideout will self-destruct in 3 hours. Sorry, try again next millennium."

The screen went black.

Zim started to panic, "Do you know what this means, Gaz! My plans our ruined! What are we going to do!"

"Calm down," she said, "The message said the hideout, so if we just take everything we need from here, then we can get into space and start something new from there. Now let's go, we only have 2 hours and 59 minutes left! And there's no doubt that Dib's zombies will be after us."

"Right, I'll get everything we need," Zim said, and hurried upstairs.

Gaz stayed downstairs and worked on the ship, making preparations, mapping out a course, and making sure Gir didn't do anything stupid. Meanwhile, Zim took the supplies they needed and put them in a bag that could hold a large amount of items. He paused briefly at a filing cabinet, then threw the folders inside of the cabinet into the bag. Within 29 minutes, they were ready to leave.

"Have you got everything?" Gaz asked, her hair in a ponytail once more.

"I'm sure," Zim confirmed and hopped aboard the ship.

"Well take some of the other cruisers with us. I have a distraction that will keep Dib busy for a while."

"What?"

Gaz pulled Gir from out of nowhere and smirked.

"Perfect," Zim grinned.

Gaz bent over to Gir's face, "Okay, Gir. Mr. Squirrelly is outside. Now you got get him!"

"I like nuts!" Gir said and ran outside shrieking.

Gaz turned to the controls and started to push buttons while Zim pulled levers and turned knobs. The ship started to take off. The roof to the house opened and they could see Gir running around crazily outside. They gave Earth one last glance before they exited the atmosphere