Author's Note: Heh, I had no homework tonight so I figured, why not update the story?

I'm surprised at all the reviews I've gotten so far''

Keep in mind that while this is pre-PAK Irk, the Irkens still have some cool little machines. Imagine the 1900's, with little prototype space ships.

Raqueza: I've actually never seen the movie. I've seen Frequency, though. I thought the title sounded cool so...yah''

Chickens: Whoops, I'm still sorta knew to this'' I'll fix that now.

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Dib, recognizing the picture opportunities of a lifetime, quickly started photographing everything he could, leaving Zim to wander around his planet's past.

The Irkens took their eyes off Dib, becoming much more interested in this strange version of their race. Zim loomed in on one of the smeets, who shyly hid behind his mother.

"WHAT IS THIS?" he asked, getting on his spider legs to make himself appear taller. "You have no PAKs on!"

Dib took a moment to snigger. It was called pre-PAK Irk for a reason.

The smeet, now intrigued by Zim's PAK, reached out a tiny hand to touch it.

Zim smacked the hand away, and turned so the smeet couldn't reach it. "Hands, off- MINE."

This drew the Irken's attention, and they started to crowed around, each of them making an attempt to touch Zim's PAK. Zim looked around nervously, and tried to break through the crowd. One daring Irken managed to hold on to the top of the PAK, near Zim's back.

Zim started shaking him off, and a few of the tools flew out in to view as the Irken gradually slipped off. The smeet, who was stuck in the middle of the crowd, couldn't take his eyes off the few tools he could see. What else was in there?

He took a deep breath and grabbed the closest thing he could, which happend to be one of the lazers. A green ball of energy blasted out, and the scared little smeet pulled away immidiatly, as did the rest of the crowd.

A little ding was heard, much like a toaster, and both Zim and Dib dissappeared, sucked back into their present day.

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Senator Yorgh sighed, stepping onto the balcany of the meeting hall. These Irkens kept insisting on some stupid plans of controlling other planets, and it was very tiring to continue to argue. He looked down at his guards, who, having been denied entry to the meeting, decided to wait outside for their leaders. He was a Neemon, and even though Irk's sun was beating down on the entire planet, he wore his traditional hooded cloak, which covered his entire body. Only his eyes could be seen, and they looked exhausted.

He couldn't understand why the Irkens had set up this meeting. They said almost every species in the galaxy would show, and there were maybe 5 other representatives in the room, all from different planets. Space travel was pretty new, and not many species would venture out all the way to Irk just to attend some stupid committee.

Meanwhile, the lazer blast, having bounced around Irk's shiny buildings for a few seconds, which only increased its momentum, was heading straight towards him.

It struck him in the chest, and he fell rather dramatically from the balcany. The guards, at quite a loss for why their leader was now lying dead on the ground, noticed a few Irken equivelents of teenagers, pointing and laughing at the senator's death.

The guards all came to the same conclusion, and quickly brought Yorgh's body into their ship, already calling in those who were now in command.

The Irken representatives watched the ship take off, wondering why the Neemons would leave in the middle of the meeting.

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"I'm afraid we have no other choice." the Neemon said, scratching his cloaked head. He was very nervous; after all, he had recently become the leader of his entire race.

"We attended their precious meeting, and they kill our great Senator Yorgh. We must," he continued, taking a deep breath, "declare war on the Irkens."

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Thank you, all my reviewers. I made up the Neemons, by the way, although they are based off some alien I saw in the Frycook episode. Don't worry, Zim and Dib will be back soon. But they(and you) will have to sit through... A HISTORY LESSON! BUM BUM BUM!