Disclaimer – I don't own Invader Zim or Aqua Teen Hunger Force
Authors note – Any use of the word 'you' is a direct reference to the reader, aka you. 'You' are standing at the very end of Carl's backyard. (The same view angle that they show his backyard from in the series)
"Welcome, everyone, to our first PSA," Frylock started, floating in Carl's pool. Shake and Dib were also in the pool. Meatwad was sitting next to the cooler. Zim was standing next to the house, trying to keep his distance from the pool…and Meatwad. Zim's recently repaired Voot Runner was parked at the side of Carl's house. All of them were directing their attention towards you. "During this little trip, some serious issues have been mocked for your entertainment. Issues like slavery, littering, and improper police procedure to name a few."
"Lets address the first issue so I can go back inside," Shake said, somewhat annoyed. "I'm missing some valuable TV time. And The Living Assistant Dracula won't be on again soon."
"Slavery: We all know it's bad," Frylock continued as if Shake hadn't interrupted him.
"Eh," Zim mumbled. "Slavery. We Irkens cast down lower life forms and force them to obey us. Anything that isn't Irken is our slave."
"Ohh, you're sure as hell not saying anything for the rest of this PSA," Frylock almost shouted.
"Hey Zim," Dib spoke up, "why don't you just go back to Irk and leave us alone? Not like you're ever going to conquer this planet with your stupid…Irken…stuff."
"Quiet Dib-stink," Zim immediately retorted. "You should feel grateful to be in my presence without bowing." Dib's reaction to this was to splash water at Zim, which he quickly dodged and stuck his tongue out at him.
"Hey, hey, hey," Meatwad said, trying to get everyone else's attention. "Someone mentioned littering. Who littered?"
"Carl did, Meatwad," Frylock answered.
"It wasn't Carl," Dib said. "It was those 2-D aliens. They destroyed his car and littered. Carl got blamed for it."
"Blah-blah-blah," Shake blurted out. "Whoever did it will surely get punished. That's the lesson. You can't do anything without getting in trouble. Life is full of punishment."
"Shut up Shake," Frylock said angrily. "The third issue is about the improper display of the police force."
"What's 'improper' mean? Meatwad asked.
"It's the opposite of proper Meatwad," Shake said angrily, and then added, "So stupid."
"The police that have been viewed in this story were extremely out of line, and have shown improper care towards others without trial," Frylock continued. The glass door opened up, and Carl walked out, an angry frown on his face.
"Hey-hey-hey-hey, buddies," Carl said, faking a laugh. "Can I ask you what you guys are doin' in my pool…without my permission…again?"
"Oh, hey Carl," Meatwad shouted in joy. "I though you done got arrested?"
"I frickin' did, Meat man," Carl said in an annoyed tone. He turned to Frylock. "And while we're on the subject there, would you mind tellin' me when you plan on payin' me for rescuing that ball of meat?"
"Oh, well Carl…" Frylock said slowly.
"Ya don't have the money, do you?" Carl asked.
"Not until next week," Frylock said. "Then I'll give you that $100."
"$100," Carl repeated. "Hell no. I have a car repair bill to pay. You now owe me $1000 dollars."
"$1000!" Frylock shouted. Zim laughed at Frylock's dismay.
"Hey, you should be glad that I'm not frickin' suing you," Carl said. "The only reason I'm not doin' that is because the police won't listen to me."
"Pitiful human…thing…fries. You should have never messed with Zim!" Zim gloated.
"You shut up, frickin' green midget," Carl said angrily. "This is all your frickin' fault." Zim only reply was a laugh that sounded like he was hacking something up.
Dib got out of Carl's pool and dried himself off. "Well, remember what we talked about today," Frylock said, and then turned to Shake. "Lets go Shake. You too Meatwad." The three left Carl's yard and went to their house. Dib followed. Zim was still laughing by the side of Carl's house, as GIR jumped out of the pool.
"Aww, what the hell's this?" Carl asked to himself as the robot ran towards the cooler.
Zim stopped laughing and looked at his robot. "GIR, stop messing around. It's time for us to go home." GIR grabbed the cooler, and ran towards the Voot Runner. Zim followed.
Carl watched the robot take his cooler, and commented, "Yeah, go ahead. Friggen take it." Carl looked around his yard. It was littered with food wrappers and empty cans. "Wonderful," Carl said as he rubbed his forehead, trying to calm himself down.
Now, the story truly is complete. If you're unsatisfied with the shortness of the story, and want more infernal confrontation between the characters, then never fear. I am making a sequel. Although it'll be a while before I even start on it. Ehh, reviews will help me write it faster.