Hey, everyone! Tis I, the mighty DARKTHEDA! This fills you with joy! I can see the smile on your face through the computer. I can see some other stuff too. Uh, nice house. And you. Yeah, you. You eating the chips, while reading my stuff. Gimmie some of those! I'm hungry too! Just shove them through the computer screen. Anyhow, sorry for the wait, guys. I'm back now. TO WRITE LIKE THE SURPERIOR BEING I AM! I was busy playing with Monroe...

And my dad keeps me away from this. You are angry now, eh?

DISCLAIMER: I am not Jhonen Vasquez, mainly because of the following reasons:

1. When I was born, I was born female.

2. My parents gave me the name Jennifer Edwards.

3. I was born 13 years ago.

Now that you know why I am NOT JHONEN VASQUEZ, you will understand why I only own Monroe, and all Invader Zim characters belong to him blah blah blah, and all that legal stuff.

"Ok, Gir. Now, tell me what you do at this Dog Show." Gir saluted. "Yes Sir! Observe the enemy, behave like the enemy. Do anything the enemy does, and at a more extreme level." Zim smiled at his SIRunit. You know what? I had sunburn. And now….. I have a lot of dead, peeling skin on my arm. It's very bothersome. "Now, Gir. In a few hours the humans will be starting this….. FILTHY….. DIRT…… MONKEY…..COMPETITON!" Gir stood where he was, locked in Duty Mode.

Dib was sitting at home, in his kitchen, drinking a soda, thinking hard with that enormous head of his. Whoo, was his head big! I mean, it's HUGE! "I have GOT to find a way to stop Zim! I just know he's up to something! Why else would he enter a Dog Show?" He sipped on his soda some more. "I have to find, some kind of, DISTRACTION, something, that will make his robot leave the ring. Hey, I'm talking to myself again. ……. Why do I always talk to myself aloud?" He thought about this, while sipping on his soda some more. Then, Gaz walked in, and headed for the fridge. "Wait, I've got it! I know what'll stop Zim's robot! It's so easy! It's so..." "DID YOU DRINK ALL MY SODA?" "….." "Dib….." Gaz's voice shook. Balling her hand into a fist, she slowly approached her large headed brother, and grabbed him with her free hand, and….. well, I bet you can imagine, eh?

DarkTheda sat in her dad's living room, typing all this. Suddenly, Dib popped out of the computer! "Hey, DarkTheda, can I borrow your cat? It's for the sake of all mankind!" "Yeah sure whatever. Heeeey…. Waitaminute! Your head! DEAR GOD, YOUR HEAD IS…" But before DarkTheda could finish, Dib had gotten Monroe, sighed, and returned to his world. I wonder how his head fit through my computer.

Zim and Gir (Now in his doggy suit! That suit makes him 80 percent cuter! YAHOO!) were already at the Dog Show. Gir sat at Zim's side, observing his opponents, err, other dogs. There was a tiny little puppy named Nacho, (The dog that ate that one kid in Squee!) a lamb, dog, baby thing (Also from Squee!), a large bulldog, a golden retriever that looked like he was being starved, a poodle that looked stupid in every way, and a spooky little Chihuahua. Gir's eye twitched and he flinched at the sight of the little Chihuahua. Oooh…. Spooky doggy. Um, hurray? Hey, there's some stupid movie on TV now.

Well, that's all I got for now! Sorry, but it is! So please review! So I can go to the Crazy House! STOP READING THIS AND REVIEW! I'll give you a cupcake. I see this makes you smile, and you review! Yes? Well, I'll write more often now. Ok?