I'm so sad… my pocky is all stuck-together like.

Ahem. Well… I've been like the fanfiction proliferation monkey. And because I love brainwashing… I mean, writing for you, I'm giving you more. I WILL finish my stories (at least the Zim ones) I WILL!

I already have an end in mind for both this and "the Internet is for Doom." I feel you shall like both. BU-U-u-t…

We're going now!

WOO!

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Reality 462-Z

"Look Dad! Zim has a pan-dimensional counterpart!" Dib then thrust Z in front of himself, showing him to Professor Membrane.

Membrane turned around, holding a lit blow-torch. He took one look at Z and patted him on the head. He then chuckled and turned back around. "I'm glad to see my research has helped even your little foreign friend, son!"

Dib just stared, mouth agape. But the time for feeling neglected was not now! He rushed up to his room and began typing frantically. Z wandered in a few seconds later, just as a hover screen with a shadowy figure appeared. " What now, Agent Mothman?" sighed Agent Darkbootie, wondering why, oh why, he'd ever taken on Dib as a protégé.

Dib grabbed Z by the arm and tugged him over to the screen. "I found evidence of the multiversity theory! Look! It's Zim, but it's NOT Zim!"

Z just stared open mouthed at the screen. "WOW! It's floating!" he exclaimed.

Darkbootie said nothing for some time. He then turned to Dib. "Agent Mothman, we're very glad you have friends, but this is not a matter for the Eyeball. And next time, call us with something REAL."

The screen winked out, and Dib sat dejected on the bed. Z scuffed his foot awkwardly on the carpet, then looked at Dib. "Hey, uh… I got some Power Rangers in my backpack. Wanna play?"

Dib simply stared at Z like he had two heads.

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Reality 196-A

"Let go of me, you filthy dirt-creature! Remove your hands from the might of ZIM!"

Danny ignored all of Zim's screaming. A real, LIVE alien was way too much to not show his dad. After all, his dad was the famous PROFESSOR BARRY, a noted scholar at the local college.

Danny burst into the house, Zim in tow. "LOOK DAD! I found an ALIEN!" he announced proudly, shoving Zim towards his dad.

Said father, who (if you haven't guessed by now) looked like a real-world version of Professor Membrane, spoke. "Shtshtshtsht! Not now, son! I have to finish writing a dissertation on multi-dimensional physics!" He turned around, wielding a piece of paper covered in formulae, and handed it to Danny.

The Professor then leaned down to examine Zim. "Hmmm…" he mused, then turned once more to Danny. "Son, I don't think Zander's parents are going to like knowing you've dyed him green. Though the hiding of his ears and nose was a pretty good touch."

Zim turned to Danny and grinned. Even here, whether Dib was Dib or Danny, no one believed him. Danny slumped onto the couch. "Great," he mumbled. "What now? I have an alien in my house that probably wants to destroy the world and people are just going to think it's my best friend instead."

Zim eyed Danny skeptically. There was a really long and awkward pause, then a happy shout from Professor Barry. "BOOM!" he cried. "I've done it!" He then turned around to reveal a miniature dimension scope that resembled a gun. "Let's see if it works, shall we?"

Zim began to sweat. He remembered what had happened last time he encountered a scope like that, and with Halloween only a few days away…

There was a resounding crash, a flash of light and suddenly…

Dib and Z were in the middle of the Barry living room floor, playing with Red and White Power Rangers.

The four stared at each other in shock. Then all four screamed.

And somewhere in California, a very angry comic book writer knew that someone was screwing with his universe.

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Okay, so for a completely off topic rant. It is to my understanding that Probing Day is March 30. I was thinking, gosh, wouldn't it be cool if I could get a bunch of people to dress like Invaders that day? I figured out how to do it.

Old Navy sells plain, long sleeved pink shirts. Wear this, with some black pants and shoes/boots. Then, make some black gloves from pleather that you can buy at any fabric store by tracing around your hand, going about ½ an inch out from the trace, and cutting out two from the pleather. Sew it together. Then repeat for other hand. Hem the edges.

Guys… shirt-wise, you're on your own. Unless you want to buy the old navy shirts, too. They're the right color…

I think this would make a rather good makeshift Invader uniform… and I think it'd be REALLY fun to dress like Invaders on March 30, 2006. Anyone up for it?

Please respond!

And review the story, while you're at it.