Sup again for fun. Sorry for the looong wait. I hope that a reeeeeeealy long chapter will make up for it.
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Zim's New Slave
By Sanoon
Chapter 6: And We Come to an End
It was another rainy, storming day on the South Jersey Shore. The large, blank castle that housed the maniacal madman named Dr. Weird was, as always, dark and gloomy.
Dr. Weird and Steve were working on installing a huge TV for their viewing pleasure. The TV itself was as large as the garage door that it was placed in front of. Steve was connecting the wires into the wall while Dr. Weird stared at the TV, occasionally barking orders to Steve. After a while, the TV was hooked up. Dr. Weird turned on the TV, but it only displayed static. Dr. Weird shouted at Steve to go and change the direction of the satellite dish.
"Ugh, Dr. Weird," Steve started. "Don't you think that storm might have something to do with the satellite connection?"
"Impossible!" Dr. Weird shouted. "Change the direction."
Steve walked over to a switch on the wall that controlled the satellite dish. Steve started to turn it, as Dr. Weird watched the screen. It remained fuzzy, but now Dr. Weird could hear a voice come from it. "DAMMIIIIIIIIT, ZHEY ESCAAAAAAAPED!" A German sounding voice shouted.
"Turn it some more!" Dr. Weird shouted at Steve.
Steve turned the satellite dish, and Dr. Weird heard another voice come from the TV, but there was still static. "So, the fate of Earth is decided," a dark voice said in what seemed to be a room full of hundreds of people. "Earth shall be-"
"Turn it some more!" Dr. Weird shouted.
Steve turned the dish once more, and this time, the static was removed. The screen showed a large purpleish room. There was a window in the back that showed that place must have been in space. There were two tall, green aliens standing in a center platform. Both were drinking some sort of soft drink. They seemed to just be standing there, blankly looking into space. One was wearing red armor and had red eyes. The other had purple armor, and purple eyes.
"Hey, Red," Purple whispered, poking Red's side and pointing to at Dr. Weird. "Is that one of those humans Zim keeps talking about?" Red looked at the screen, and just stared in amazement and confusement at the strange alien on their screen. "Hey, human, who are you?"
Dr. Weird growled in anger and shouted, "These aren't my shows!"
"How were you able to contact us?" Red asked
"Yeah," Purple added. "This is a secure network."
"Hey, Dr. Weird," Steve said as he walked over to the TV. "What show is this?"
"Gentleman, behold!" Dr. Weird shouted, pointing at the TV. "I've discovered aliens!"
In a flash of white light, three figures stood in front of a once empty yard. Zim took in a large breath, and exhaled a large sigh of relief. He looked around the cul-de-sac. Never before had he been so happy to be 'home.' GIR started running around the yard screaming in joy as Meatwad rolled up next to Zim
"Hey, camp lord, is this camp?"
"Yes meat thing," Zim said calmly, sighing in relief, "this is camp."
"Alright!" Meatwad shouted in joy. "We're finally here. Can we go swimming?"
"No," Zim quickly replied. "Now go ins-" Zim started to say, but stopped when he noticed his front door was open. His immediate though was Dib. Dib must have gotten into the base while he was gone. Then Zim noticed something else that he was surprised he didn't notice before. A strange, purple, 2-D craft was parked next to his house. Zim started to slowly walk towards the front door, and then realized he wasn't wearing his disguise, and ran into the house. Meatwad and GIR followed.
Zim screamed in horror at what he saw. Someone had vandalized his house when he was gone. Someone had spray painted all over the walls, and spray painted the word fart everywhere. Actually, the vandals were still in the process of vandalizing Zim's house. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO THE HOUSE OF ZIM?" Zim shouted at the two strange creatures inside his house.
"Look Err, the primitive owners of this pathetic house," Ignignot said. "They've come to admire our great work."
Zim screamed in anger as he ordered his computer to chase off the intruders. With a growl of a response from the computer, mechanical arms dropped from the ceilings, and tried to grab the 2-D intruders. Unfortunately for Zim, Ignignot and Err already left through the front door, and jumped into the ship. It's not that the arms couldn't grab onto the 2-D intruders, but that they were too fast for the robot arms. They had had plenty of practice running away when they tried to mess with Frylock.
Zim followed them outside, as they jumped into their 2-D ship. "You suck," Ignignot shouted as the ship flew into the air.
"You suck!" Err repeated. Zim watched the ship disappear into the clouds. He quickly remembered that he didn't have his disguise on, and ran back into the house.
After a few minutes of observing what those 2-D aliens did to his house, he ordered the computer to clean up the house. He glanced over at GIR and Meatwad, and shook his head in disgust. He walked over to the lift, and descended into the lower levels.
"TV TIME!" GIR shouted as he plopped down in front of the TV. Meatwad rolled up and observed the big screen TV.
"Cool, what'r we watchin'?" Meatwad asked.
"The Scary Monkey Show!" GIR shouted back with a large smile on his face.
"Oh," Meatwad sighed. "Dat show…isn't as good as some others." Meatwad rolled over to the remote, and started pressing a few of the buttons, causing the TV to start flashing through channels. "Ahh, dis is a good show." Meatwad said as he found the channel he wanted.
"This is your left, that's your left. This is your left. That's your left!" The puppet on the screen sang. GIR watched the puppet dance and started to imitate what he was doing. "This is your right, that's your right. This is your right. That's your right!"
"Dis is some good TV," Meatwad said happily.
"This is your left, that's your left. That is your left. That's your left," the puppet on the TV continued to sing. "This is your right, that's your right. This is your right. You're gonna die!"
"Aww, it's already over," Meatwad moaned.
"I love that show," GIR announced happily.
The end table in the living room rose from the floor, as a lift containing Zim rose from the lower levels. He observed the two in the room for a second, and pointed at Meatwad. "Meat-thing," he shouted. "It's time for me to display you to my great leaders."
"Okay, is this goin' to be fun?" Meatwad asked. "Because we need more fun for my fun meter. Guess where it is right now?"
"Quite!" Zim shouted. "Come, before the Tallests think something happened to me."
"78," Meatwad said. "It's out of 100, just so you know."
Meatwad rolled over onto the lift, creating a meat trail that GIR immediately licked up. GIR crawled his way to the lift, making sure that he got every little particle of meat on the floor.
"Mmm, tastes like rotten garbage!" GIR shouted, almost laughing.
"No GIR," Zim said as GIR stood up. "You need to stay up here and guard the house."
GIR turned red for a few seconds as he saluted and shouted, "Yes my lord!"
In a bright flash of light, Carl and Dib materialized out of the air. No longer on the wet pavement, they were now on a very reflective and shiny floor. They were lying on their stomachs, the handcuffs still attached. Dib and Carl looked up from the floor, and saw two aliens in front of them. Dib laid there with his mouth gaping, while Carl just stared in anger and annoyance.
"Hello dudes," Oglethorpe said in a friendly way, even though the true sincerity of his greeting was given away by his smirk.
"More aliens!" Dib shouted in surprise and excitement, almost like a small boy would on Christmas morning.
"Hey, you guys look uncomfortable in zose cuffs," Oglethorpe said after watching Dib squirm around on the floor. "Vould you like us to remove zhem?"
"Yes!" Carl shouted, "Un-cuff us!"
"Emory, un-cuff zhem," Oglethorpe ordered.
"But I thought the plan was to-"
"Quiet Emory!" Oglethorpe shouted. "Now un-cuff zhem!"
"Alright," Emory sighed. He walked over to Carl and Dib and looked at the handcuffs. "How do you want me to remove them? I can't bend metal."
"Vell zhen, use zeh laser, Emory," Oglethorpe said angrily. "Do I need to do everything myself?"
"Fine, just calm down," Emory said calmly as he moved over to a button console.
"I am calm. It is you who isn't calm," Oglethorpe snapped as Emory pressed a button that activated a laser beam that cut off the handcuffs.
Dib and Carl stood up and rubbed their wrists as Dib started to say, "Thanks strange-"
"EMORY!" Oglethorpe shouted. "ZHERE IS A MONSTER IN ZEH ROOM! It's right zhere, on zhat boys shoulders! Can't you see it! It's huge!"
"I…I think that's his head man," Emory replied calmly.
"My head isn't big!" Dib shouted
"Vell sorry dude," Oglethorpe said calmly. "It looked like a freaking monster to me."
"I saw it," Emory said calmly.
"Shut up Emory!" Oglethorpe shouted. "No one asked you."
"All right," Carl mumbled. "Can I get a little question in here?"
"Sure, dude, vhat is it?" Oglethorpe asked calmly
"Why did you freaking abduct us?" Carl asked, almost on the verge of shouting in anger.
"Oh right. Zeh 'Abduction'. You are going to help us take over zeh Earth, because vee vount to. Emory, subdue zhem."
"If you want me to subdue them, then why did you have me remove the handcuffs?" Emory asked over Dib's protests.
"Because it was part of zeh plan. Don't question my motives."
"So, the plan was to abduct them, free them, and then capture them?"
"Yes…NO! Emory, you're trying to mess with me again!"
"Say," Dib said, trying to stop their great conversation, "How did you get us here?"
"Vell, vee used our amazing teleporter technology. It is so advanced zhat vee don't even understand it."
"Teleporter technology?" Dib repeated.
"Yes, vee can teleport anyone anywhere. Do you vount us to see?"
"Well…" Dib started until he got an idea, "…yes. Can you send us to my house?"
"Of course I can," Oglethorpe replied. "Vhat do you think I am? Stupid? Vell, I am not. You just vatch. Vhere is your house?"
"Dude, I think this is deja-vu," Emory whispered to Oglethorpe.
"Quiet Emory!" Oglethorpe shouted. "Stay out of my intellectual conversation." Dib told Oglethorpe where his house was, and Oglethorpe told them to stand in the teleporter circle. In a bright flash of light, Dib and Carl disappeared.
"Look what ya' did," Emory shouted. "Once again, we lost the prisoners."
"Vhat? Vhat do you…ZEH PRISONERS! ZHEY ESCAPED!"
"Hard to believe, isn't it?" Emory joked.
"Quiet Emory! Zhis is all your fault. You had everyzing to do with zhis."
Zim pressed a few buttons on his console, until the big black screen turned on, revealing two very tall figures that resembled Zim. Both had a drink and some snacks "This is a TV," Meatwad shouted in surprise. "Boy, dis thing is huge!"
"Hello my Tallests," Zim said happily.
"What is it now Zim?" Red growled angrily.
"I have captured one of the primitive life forms of this planet," Zim announced happily, moving the platform that Meatwad was sitting on into view. The Tallests gasped and screamed at the sight of the thing before them.
"Howdy," Meatwad said casually
"WHAT IS THAT THING?" Purple shouted, dropping his drink and its contents onto the floor.
"This primitive Earth creature has now been captured by Zim," Zim announced proudly. "Soon, the rest of the creatures of this world will be under Irken control."
"Is that thing made entirely out of meat?" Red asked.
"Yeah, I am," Meatwad answered. "Frylock told me that I don't have any bones, or organs, or…hey camp lord, can I change the channel.
"NO" Zim shouted
"Well fine," Meatwad said angrily. "Ya don't have to yell at me, damn."
"Zim, how many of the creatures there are made out of food?" Red asked, as both of the Tallests stared at Meatwad hungrily.
"I don't kn-"
"There's Frylock, and Shake…and me…but, we are the only ones I know of, 'cause Shake keeps on saying that I'm the last meat monster in the world, and that my race was wiped into extinction, and that we deserved it. Frylock keeps on telling me that Master Shake is lying, and I believe him, 'cause I ain't useless."
"So, you're the only one?" Red asked, somewhat disappointed.
"Yup," Meatwad said happily. "I am the one…staring Keanu Reeves."
"Aren't you unbelievably amazed at my amazing Invader skills my Tallests?" Zim asked, shaking his fists wildly into the air.
"I think we should tell him," Purple whispered to Red. Red nodded and smiled broadly.
"Zim, I think it's time we told you the truth about your mission," Purple said happily, yet, annoyed at the same time.
"Hey, how do you change the channel? 'Cause this is boring," Meatwad said
"At first, I though you might have actually succeeded for once," Red said calmly. "But now, this seems to be another one of your many horrible failures."
"I've seen this show before, I'm changin' it," Meatwad said calmly.
"Everything that you've gone through, the mission, your invader status, it's all a…"
Red never got to finish what he was saying as Meatwad started pressing a few of the buttons on the console, causing it to turn off the transmission between Zim and the Tallests. Zim stared at the monitor for a few seconds, his eyes wider than they have ever been before. He slowly turned his head towards Meatwad. "What, was I not supposed to do that?" He asked, somewhat concerned.
Zim started screaming as loud as he could. He had never been this mad before. Annoyed, yes, but mad, no. The Tallests were about to tell him something about his mission. Maybe it was some new information that he could have used to help conquer it. The doorbell rang. Even through Zim's screaming, they could still hear it. Zim stopped screaming, but still kept shaking in anger, and looked at a screen that displayed who was at the door. It was Dib and…that one fat human from New Jersey.
"Hey," Meatwad said happily as he rolled closer to the moniter. "I know dat boy. He's Carl. He's kinda my friend."
Zim screamed as he grabbed Meatwad and ran towards the lift. His hands started to burn once he grabbed him, but he didn't care. He had a way to get rid of the meat thing, and he was going to get rid of it no matter what he had to do.
In a flash of light, Carl and Dib were standing outside of a somewhat normal looking house. "Well," Carl said in an unimpressed tone, "that was fun. Now we can get back to the frickin' job. Where are we anyway?"
"Don't worry Carl," Dib said triumphantly. "I told that alien where to send us. This is my house." Dib said pointing to the house that they were standing in front of. "Zim's house is down the street." Dib was now pointing at a house in the distance that easily stood out from the houses around it.
"All right, lets do this," Carl said as he started walking towards Zim's house.
"Not yet Carl!" Dib shouted as he jumped in front of him. "We have to get some supplies from my house first." Dib ran over to the door, opened it, and ran in. He stuck his head out after a few seconds and asked, "Aren't you coming?"
"Sure, whatever," Carl mumbled as he headed towards the house.
"Ah, son," came Prof. Membrane's voice. "I'm glad you're finally home. Did you have fun with your little friend in New Jersey?"
"I had this amazing adventure dad!" Dib shouted in joy. "I'll tell you later because I'm not finished yet. We still have to go to Zim's house and rescue someone."
"More like a thing really," Carl corrected.
"Who's this?" Prof. Membrane asked.
"Hey, I'm Carl. Nice ta' meet ya'."
"Hmm," Prof Membrane hummed, examining Carl. "He seems to have little grammar skills."
"Hey!"
"Where did you find him, son?" Prof. Membrane asked.
"I met him in New Jersey," Dib said as he was running up the stairs, leaving Carl unattended as Prof. Membrane started to pound him with questions.
"So, what's your field of occupation?"
"I work out'a the home," Carl answered.
"Interesting," Prof. Membrane whispered to himself.
"It's a great job," Carl continued. "It, ya know, puts food on the table."
"I see," Prof Membrane said, nodding his head slowly. "What exactly is it that you do?"
"I ahh, I check…" Carl started, rubbing the back of his neck as he tried to think of a way to make his occupation seem more advanced than what it was. Luckily, he was saved from the question.
"I'm ready," Dib said as he slid down the stairway railing. He wasn't wearing his usual shirt and coat anymore. He was wearing some sort od strange looking ninja outfit. It was pure black, and he also seemed to have night vision goggles. Carl quickly glanced out the windows to see if the sun was still up. Sure enough, it was, and Carl decided to ignore it.
"Be back before dinner," Prof Membrane said to Dib as he ran to the front door. Carl walked behind him.
"I will," Dib said as he darted out the door. When the two got to the sidewalk, Dib turned to Carl and pulled out a second outfit. "You'll need to be wearing this if we are going to sneak into Zim's base."
"What, are you kidding?" Carl laughed. "I ain't wearin' that. I don't need to dress up to kick some ass. I can do that on my own."
"But Zim has gnomes that guard his house."
"I ain't scared of no freaking gnomes. Now lets go." The two proceeded to Zim's base. They both were silent during the entire trip.
Zim's house approached on the horizon. It easily stood out from the houses around it. "Okay Carl," Dib said, stopping in front of Zim's fence. "We have to deactivate the gnomes and find some sort of secret entrance to Zim's base."
"Screw that little man," Carl said as he entered the yard. "We're going through the front door." Dib watched with wide eyes as Carl walked across the yard, untouched. Dib stared at the gnomes as Carl started banging on the door. "Hey!" Carl shouted. "Open this damn door now, or I'm opening it for you!"
Dib shook his head and walked into the yard. The gnomes still didn't move. They remained motionless. When Dib reached the door, Carl tried the doorbell. Dib stood on the doorstep, occasionally glancing at the gnomes to see if they were going to try to get rid of them.
The door to Zim's house flew open, and standing there in the doorway was Zim, holding Meatwad in his arms. It must have been hurting him, because smoke was rising from Zim's arms. "We're here to rescue Meatwad, Zim," Dib shouted at Zim. "Your evil-" Dib was interrupted by Zim when he threw Meatwad at Carl, which caused him to fall backwards.
"Take this food!" Zim shouted. "This freakish creature no longer serves a purpose for me! Now leave!" Zim slammed the door shut, and left Dib standing there with a dazed look of confusement. Carl was screaming until Meatwad rolled off of him. Carl stood up and rubbed off his shirt.
Dib stared at Meatwad for a few seconds, speechless. A giant ball of meat. He couldn't believe his eyes. The floating box of fries was hard enough to believe. "Alright Meat man," Carl spoke up. "We're takin' you home."
"Does that mean that camp is over?" Meatwad asked.
"Yes," Carl said quickly. "Now lets go. We have to find a charter bus to take us back to New Jersey.
The door to the house opened up. GIR stood in the doorway. He walked over to Meatwad and shoved his head next to Meatwad's. "COME BACK SOOOOOOOOON!" GIR shouted.
GIR walked backwards into the house, waving to Meatwad the whole time. "I'll come back next year," Meatwad said as GIR closed the door. He looked at the other two and said, "I like camp. Dis whole trip was fun.
Sirens could be heard in the distance as Carl, Dib and Meatwad walked (and rolled) over to the sidewalk as a cop car came into view. It skidded to a halt as the two officers inside jumped out and aimed their guns at Carl.
"Police!" One of the officers shouted. "Get on the ground!"
"What's goin' on?" Carl asked as one of the officers pulled out a tazer gun. Before anyone could do anything, the officer fired the weapon at Carl, effectively paralyzing him. Carl fell over as the officers ran over to cuff him. Dib and Meatwad stepped out of the way as the police jumped on top of Carl. "You're under arrest for, littering in a construction zone, Assaulting an officer, and evading arrest," the officer shouted, ignoring Carl's screams as he threw him into the squad car.
The officer that was still standing next to Dib held him above the ground by the scythe hair, and asked his partner, "Hey…aaaaaaahhhhhhhhh…doesn't that kid have an…aaaaaahhhhhhhhhhh…arrest warrant too?"
"No, he's clean," the officer replied, stepping into his car. "Now let's get this scumbag back to the station so we can send him back to New Jersey." The officer dropped Dib and stumbled towards the cop car. He got in, and the car sped off into the horizon. Dib stood up and stared at the spot that the car once was. He had to take a minute to sort out what had just happened from Zim's door to Carl getting arrested. Dib scratched his head, and glanced back at Zim's house. He sighed and started to walk sullenly back to his own house. His chance to finally catch Zim, thanks to the help of an adult who believed him, had just been dashed when the cops took him away.
Meatwad noticed Dib start to leave and decided to follow him. Camp was over, and now he needed to go home. He seemed like he knew his way around. He started to follow him and quickly caught up to him. "Hey, do you know how to get to New Jersey?" Meatwad asked.
The kid glanced at him, and said, "Yeah, I can help. My dad has a teleporter that we can use to take you to your house.
Shake was sitting on the chair, watching a very old movie. He was disturbed from his viewing pleasure when he heard a knocking on the door. He angrily got up and went to open the door. He opened it, and looked around. "Hey Shake!" Came an all to familiar voice. Shake slammed the door shut, and went back to his chair.
"Shake," came Frylock's voice from his room. "Who's at the door?"
"It's just Meatwad," Shake replied. "Nothing to get your hopes up about."
Frylock instantly bolted out of his room and examined the living room. "Where is he?" Frylock asked quickly after he didn't see Meatwad.
"He's outside," Shake said unenthusiastically. "Why don't you kiss him and wish for a new car."
Frylock opened up the door, and sure enough, there was Meatwad. "Hey Frylock," Meatwad greeted happily.
"Meatwad!" Frylock shouted in joy. "Your back!"
"Of course I'm back," Meatwad replied, somewhat confused at Frylock's statement. "I just went to camp."
"…Of course you did Meatwad," Frylock said slowly. "Where's Carl?"
"Oh yeah, da cops arrested him because he done broke the law," Meatwad replied.
"I guess I better bail him out then," Frylock replied unhappily. He grabbed some bail money from his room and left for the police station.
That was long, wasn't it? Sorry for the looooooong wait. That is the end of the story, but there will still be one more very short chapter. Thanks for reading the longest chapter yet, and thank you for those of you who will leave any reviews. Thanks all.