Nickelodeon Villains

by CrapperGeek

After the Evil Syndicate breaks up, Crocker and Plankton team-up to form their own group of villains. After a lifetime of failures, can these two rise up and defy their low expectations?

6. Chapter 6: Back to Dimmsdale

Authors Note: Before I continue this story, let me set this straight. To those who were a fan of the Heroes stories, I'm glad you enjoyed them. But I have no intent on reposting the stories. I'm DONE with them, and I want to move on from them. So I advise not to comment about those stories being brought back. Please and thank you.

Yet another morning in Great Lakes City. As Ember was already wide awake on the couch surfing through the TV, sitting near the breakfast table was Zoe, who was helping herself to a large breakfast. This consisted of a huge stack of pancakes along with separate plates of bacon, sausage and eggs.

As Plankton woke up, he walked towards the kitchen, as the scent of breakfast reached his non-existent nostril. His mouth then began to water from hunger, as he jumped on the table. "Holy barnacles! This looks like an actual breakfast!" Plankton pointed.

"What else would it be?" Zoe asked.

Plankton began to nibble on the bacon. "Boy, I can't remember the last time I actually ate an actual breakfast! Usually it's just holograms!" He then turned to Zoe. "I didn't expect you to be a chef of all things, Avez!"

"Actually, I didn't cook any of this!" Zoe responded.

"Really? Then who-you stole all this, didn't you?" Plankton's smile immediately faded.

"What else did you expect?" Zoe answered.

"Ugh! What part of "don't steal" do you not get, Avez?!" Plankton whined. "I swear, how can we lay low when you keep stealing stuff?!"

"Would you calm down? It's not like we're attracting any attention!" Zoe complained. As she said this, the tv showed a live news report about neighbors believing a purple ghost stole their breakfast. Plankton glared at Zoe. "That could've been anybody!" Zoe bluffed.

Plankton bit into the bacon again, still feeling aggravated. "This is still a great breakfast! Karen, you now have breakfast duty!" he called out. "And no holograms, I mean actual food!"

Crocker then walked into the room. "Yum! That smells like flapjacks!" Crocker said, as he took the entire stack. "Say, Plankton. How long is this bucket plan of yours going to take?"

"What?" Plankton responded.

"You know, whatever that world conquering plan involving your restaurant!" Crocker pointed out.

"Are you talking about the last plan? That's off, Crocker!" Plankton answered,

"It's off? What do you mean, it's off?!" Crocker whined.

"Ever since that Azula gave that speech yesterday, for some reason, it made me realize brainwashing is for chumps!" Plankton answered.

"So you're just giving up on your plan all because that Princess told you to?" Crocker asked.

"Hey, I wouldn't have the formula if it wasn't for that princess!" Plankton responded, as at that moment Karen rolled into the room. "She has my attention and respect!"

Karen shook her head at this. "Of course she does."

"What's the matter with you?" Plankton asked.

"Nothing." Karen responded, in a very annoyed tone.

Crocker then thought of something. "Well then what's your next plan, genius?!"

"I'll…figure it out soon." Plankton responded, as he couldn't think of an answer.

"This was why we even stayed in this blasted town, and now you're gonna tell me….Wait a minute, why am I bothered by this?! I never cared about this formula plan of yours!" A smile then formed on Crocker's face. "You know what this means?! Now we can focus on my plan!"

"Oh Neptune, don't tell me…" Plankton rolled his eye.

"Together, we can finally defeat Timmy Turner, and for once capture and expose to the world to his...FAIRY GODPARENTS!"

"Are you speaking about those fairies again?" Azula asked, as she then walked into the room.

Crocker groaned. "Let me guess, Princess! You don't want to help me catch the…FAIRIEEEESSS..too?"

"Actually, I am actually invested in this fairies plan of yours." Azula responded.

"You are?!" Crocker asked. "Splendid! Wait, are you pulling my leg?"

"Why would I lie about my enthusiasm?" Azula responded. "Especially since if you're correct, these fairies are powerful beings."

"Why of course they are!" Crocker said. "I've successfully gained their power before, and with you assisting me, Turner will finally surrender!"

"You aren't serious about this, right?" Plankton asked Azula. "You're actually with Crocker on his lame plan?"

"What exactly is the problem with his plan?" Azula asked. "How can you turn down the option to capture a creature so powerful, it can grant us anything we desire?"

"Because it's a waste of time!" Plankton responded. "Crocker here has never captured a fairy in his life!"

"Is this true?" Azula asked, as her now she began to question Crocker's own beliefs.

"Why of course not!" Crocker said. "Plankton is just being a fool again! In fact, he's seen them too!" By this, he refers to the Syndicate's prior two plans, which involved powering a catastrophic machine that's powered by four sources: one of them being fairy magic.

"No I didn't!" Plankton denied.

"Why are you denying this?" Crocker said. "What about what I used to power that beam?"

"That wasn't fairy magic you fool!" Plankton denied.

"Why do you keep…wait, there is a logical explanation for this!" Crocker realized. "Turner has always kept his fairies a secret, and for every time he stops me for one of my plans, he mindwipes me, and from the sound of it, he mindwiped Plankton and perhaps the rest of the villains as well! Luckily, I am always one step behind-I mean ahead of him, for I will never rest until I successfully capture his-FAIRY GODPARENTS!"

"Could you stop yelling? You're gonna annoy the neighbors again!" Ember whined.

"Sure, whatever helps you not wet the bed." Plankton told Crocker.

At the moment, Azula now had no idea what to believe. "I'm beginning to have my doubts. But, if what you're saying is still true, then I will assist you in capturing this Timmy Turner's fairies." Azula said.

"Excellent!" Crocker said. "I'm gonna need all of you to assist me on this one!"

"I think you're on loco pills, but eh, what the heck." Zoe said.

Ember groaned. "Fine."

"Whoa, hold on! So you guys agree to help this loon, but not me when I needed you?!" Plankton whined.

"Because we're not helping him steal a piece of paper!" Ember responded.

"No, but going after a bunch of stupid people he can't even prove exists is better!" Plankton mocked.

"Just wait and see, Plankton!" Crocker responded. "When this is over, I'm going to give you two eyes…or something else that counts as revenge!"

Azula smirked at this. Of course, she had another motive to helping with Crocker's plan, but it wasn't to help Crocker or the team. Instead, it was from her own desire, which was to find a power source of some sort. Something that could restore her father's bending for good. Right now, she felt she has finally found it. At least if Crocker is telling the truth.

Crocker then looked around the room. "Wait, where the heck is that Zim?" Crocker asked.

Suddenly, smoke began to fill up the room, causing everyone to cough. The smoke came from Zim's room, as the Irken walked in completely with an annoyed expression. "That putrid DIB!" he shouted, as Karen put out the smoke by forming a fan from her hand. "How does that Earthling always find a way?!" He then saw the team looking annoyed at him.

"What?" Zim responded.

"What the heck did you even do?!" Ember shouted.

"Just some business…That I will not speak of!" Zim answered.

"I didn't ask, now focus on this!" Crocker ordered Zim. "We're going after…FAIRIES!"

"I pass then!" Plankton said, as he jumped off the couch. "I'm taking this mission off! I think I'm gonna…brainstorm my next plan!"

"Fine! Your loss then, Plankton!" Crocker responded, as he opened the portal, and the other villains left with him.

Karen then rolled by, as she saw her husband just watching the TV. In her mechanical mind, she felt anxious. "Doesn't look like you're brainstorming." she said.

"I'm thinking." Plankton bluffed.

"You know, it's okay to admit you don't have a plan." Karen said.

Plankton growled. "Would you just get off my back? I'll have an idea when I get one! No need for you to nag me about it!"

At that moment, Karen clenched her fist. "You know, we need to discuss something." Karen said.

Plankton didn't know how to respond to her statement. "How about later?" he responded.

"Why later? What are you so busy with today to put off us?" Karen asked.

"Look Karen, whatever you want to discuss can wait because I just want peace for once, especially if it involves your nagging!" Plankton said.

Karen suddenly gripped her fists, as she began to shake. "What is your problem?" Plankton asked.

"YOU, ARE MY PROBLEM!" Karen shouted, which got Plankton's attention. "I'm tired of this attitude towards me!"

Plankton's eye widened. "Geez, where did any of this come from? You've been watching soap operas or something?"

"Talking with Kilgore yesterday made me decide to stop putting up with you!" Karen shouted.
"And this isn't just about today, it's about every day!"

"I got a solution!" Plankton pulled out a remote, which was an on/off switch for his wife. As he pressed it several times, Karen refused to shut off.

"What the heck? This used to work all the time!" Plankton whined.

"I deactivated it! You can't get out of it this time!" Karen snapped.

"Look, what's it going to take to get you to shut up, Karen?" Plankton asked.

"What I want from you, is respect!" Karen snapped.

"Okay…sure." Plankton asked, not knowing what to say.

"You can start by actually listening to me!"

"Are you kidding? I listen to you all the time! You give me plans to getting the formula, and I listen!"

"No, I mean actually listening to what I have to say, not just about the formula!"

"What? Why would I put myself through that?!" Plankton whined.

"I put myself through your ramblings all the time, so why can't you do the same?" Karen asked.

"Okay fine, ramble!" Plankton said. "I'll listen!"

"Alright, so to begin, let me explain why I've been so frustrated recently. You see-" Karen stopped as he saw Plankton immediately pass out.

"I'm sorry baby, I'll work on that more!" Plankton said, as he woke up.

Karen shook her head, rolled to the front door, and tossed Plankton out. The toss then awoke Plankton.

"Until you're ready to listen, you're not welcome here!" Karen said.

"Hey, you can't kick me out of my own lair!" Plankton said.

"You wouldn't have found this lair without me!" Karen shouted, as he slammed the door.

"Why did it have to be today she decides to snap?! Now I regret not joining those boobs!" Plankton whined.

….

Crocker, Ember, Zoe, Azula, Zim and Kilgore all arrived to Dimmsdale, as they arrived was the street where Timmy Turner's house was at.

"Ok, fellow villains! Here is the plan!" Crocker said, as he pointed to Turner's house. "We're going to break into Turner's house, and capture his fairies!"

"Done." Not even a millisecond after Crocker finished his words, Zoe then blasted the door to the Turners' residence, and soared inside.

"Wait! We haven't discussed the plan, AVEZ!" Crocker shouted.

She zoomed throughout every room inside the house in mere seconds, only to come back looking confused. She also held several of the Turners jewerly in her hands. "Boss, there's nobody inside the house." she said.

"Nobody inside? Where the heck would Turner even be?!" Crocker whined.

"You mean you don't even know where this Turner person is?" Azula asked.

"Wait, it's Wednesday!" Crocker realized. "Rats! How can I forget? He's at that school!"

"School? Your enemy is a kid?" Ember asked, as she immediately began to feel embarrassed for Crocker.

"Yes?" Crocker responded.

"You mean all this time, you've been losing to a kid?" Zoe said, trying to hold back laughter.

"Why is that funny? You and the rest fight children all the time!" Crocker argued.

"Because we are kids too!" Zoe said, as she was laughing. "Plus we all got powers! Meanwhile, you are just a teacher!"

"I believe different! Crocker may be onto something!" Zim argued. "You must never underestimate the power of puny Earth children, no matter how worthless they are!"

"Oh poo, that reminds me!" Crocker said, as something crossed his head. "I've bailed on teaching for the past week!"

"What exactly do you mean you bailed on teaching?" Azula asked.

"Why, I haven't exactly sent my two week notice or whatever way I quit!" Crocker defended.

"You mean you've been on this league for this many days and you haven't resigned from your last job?" Azula asked.

"I've been too distracted by this league of villains to even care!" Crocker shouted. "But forget that, now our new plan! We must infiltrate Dimmsdale Elementary and capture the fairies!"

"That sounds easy!" Zoe said, as her costume's jets began to form.

"But there's a catch: none of you can use your powers!" Crocker said.

"What?" Zoe asked.

"Why not?" Ember asked.

"Because we can't be caught again! We need to blend in! All of you must pretend you're students!" Crocker said.

"You're really going to put us through this again." Azula said, completely annoyed.

"You want me to blend in at a school?" Ember asked. "Do I look I could blend in with a bunch of kids, dipstick?"

"Not an issue McClain! We got a ton of students held back because of their ignorance and our flawed education system! You'll be fine!" Crocker argued. "That and people are morons here!"

"You fool!" Zim whined. "You want us to blend in again?! I almost blew up that filthy residence last time! I am out of this mess you call a plan!" Zim whined.

"Too late, Zim!" Crocker said. "You agreed to it, and there's nothing can get you of it this time!"

Suddenly, a spaceship crashed onto the street. It was a round grey metal sphere, as a hole opened in the very center of it. A small metal ramp appeared, as stepping out of it was a sinister-looking figure, who wore a violet suit, a dark cape and a helmet. It was this universes' very own, Dark Laser.

"I've come for Turner!" he said in a sinister voice.

The team remained quiet at the sight of him. "What? You've come for Turner?!" Crocker complained. "I've come for Turner!"

"Who said you can claim dibs on Turner?" Dark Laser complained, as his sinister voice was lost. "I planned this visit all week! I had to lose time for my shows because of this!"

"Well, I came here first, so he's mine!" Crocker argued. "Besides, he's not even here! He's at school!"

"Then I will come back for him! At…what time do the Earth schools end?" Dark Laser asked.

"3:00 PM I believe!" Crocker answered.

"I will come back at 3:00 PM!" Dark Laser corrected.

"Who exactly are you, and what do you want with this Timmy Turner?" Azula asked.

"I am the galaxy's most dreaded Dark Laser!" he responded. "And I've come to destroy Timmy Turner!"

"Geez, what did this kid even do?" Ember asked.

"He is my most dreaded enemy, and he had destroyed my base! Several times and counting!" Dark Laser responded.

"Maybe this kid is stronger than I thought." Zoe said.

At the moment, Dark Laser actually had Zim's interest. In his mind, he knew he found his key off the team. "What is this base you speak of?" Zim asked.

"The Death Ball? Why do you ask?" Dark Laser responded.

"The Death Ball is the name of your base?" Zim responded, as his face lit up. "That sounds like a weapon of some sort!"

"It is a weapon, for it grants me the ability to destroy any planet I want!" Dark Laser said.

Zim and Kilgore's eyes lit up as soon as they heard the latter. "I demand you take me to it! NOW!" Zim ordered.

"Really?" Dark Laser said happily, as a smile formed on his helmet. "I don't think I've ever had visitors!" Zim and Dark Laser went back into the ship, as the doors closed.

"I wish I could join you, Zim." Kilgore said. "But my loyalty must continue with our fellow-"

"Yeah, yeah, don't care!" Zim brushed off, as the two left.

"Oh no Zim! I forbid you from leaving!" Crocker ordered.

"YOU HAVE NO CONTROL OVER ME!" Zim shouted. "Besides, I shall return, for I have plans to conquer this Death Ball, and bring it to you!"

"But that's not the plan!" Crocker said. "Besides, I have no interest in some planet destroying weapon! What am I?! A geek?!"

"Oh yeah well…YOUR LOSS!" Zim shouted, as he went back into the ship, which then flew into space.

"Why do I have a feeling this will end in disaster?" Zoe asked herself.

"So where even is this school?" Ember asked.

"Not to worry, I got myself a ride!" Crocker said, as he took car keys out of his pocket. He pressed a button, as his van popped up by the side. He then jumped into the front seat happily.

"Denzel!" shouted a familiar voice, who was in pajamas.

"GAHHH! Mother!" Denzel shouted. "What are you doing here?"

"The house is infected of bugs! I've been living in your messy van in the meantime!" Mrs. Crocker responded.

Everyone outside the van were a bit weirded out on what is going on.

"Tell me that's not his mother." Azula said.

"I'll find it myself." Ember said, as she turned invisible and flew into the air.

"Nope." Zoe simply said, as she flew into the air. Kilgore quickly clung onto one of her wings.

"Wait, take me as..." Azula attempted to say, but then Zoe left as well. She then stared in the car, quickly clenching her fists. "I am going to incinerate those fools." she said, as she went into the car.

"Denzel, who is this?" Mama Crocker asked.

"No one mother!" Crocker lied. "Just some student!" He then put his hand on his face in shame.

….

Back in space, the three were already out of Earth's orbit.

"So, may I ask, how many planets have you destroyed with your base?" Zim asked.

"How many? Oh you won't believe how many!" Dark Laser said with a sinister smile, but then it went away. "I can't remember. It's been awhile, because I'm not allowed to do that."

Zim's smile faded "Say what?"

"I stopped awhile ago." Dark Laser responded, as he began to sound annoyed. "Turns out the inhabitants of those planets don't like it when I blow them up, and they send complaints!"

"How is that a valid reason?!" Zim shouted. "You're a great and powerful galactic emperor! You overpower them!"

"Actually, I'm not an emperor." Dark Laser said. "I just work for an empire! I have a boss, who's back, in the magazine."

"Magazine?" Zim asked.

"Funny story, I actually came out of one, thanks to some magic printer!" Dark Laser continued. "Thank goodness I left them back in there! He was very annoying!"

Zim looked completely annoyed, with an expression filled with absolute regret. "Why the heck do you even possess a planet destroying base then?!" he asked.

"To bring fear among the galaxy!" Dark Laser said, gripping his fists. "Especially that cursed Timmy Turner, who I will destroy one day! For embarrassing my good name in the galaxy!" Dark Laser answered, gripping his fist. "Also, he separated me from Flipsy." Dark Laser opened his hand to show Flipsy, who did a quick flip.

"A toy? You actually have a fascination with this EARTH TOY?!" Zim shouted.

"HOW DARE YOU!" Dark Laser snapped. "Flipsy is more than just a toy!" He then started petting the toy. "Now now Flipsy! Don't let the meanie's words hurt you."

Zim looked completely annoyed. "Is there an escape pod on this ship?" he asked. Or just throw me into space, he thought to himself. No seriously, I'd rather have that! But whatever, I'm going to have a planet destroying weapon on my hands. Surely, my Tallest shall be pleased by this!

But then, the two were finally beginning to arrive in front of the space station. Because Zim's mood was killed he wasn't at all impressed by the sight of the base, which was a giant silver sphere with Dark Laser's face on it.

"What is that hideous looking moon?" Zim complained. Dark Laser's smile disappeared from his place.

"That's no moon, it's my base." Dark Laser said, as the two entered inside the base.

The mouth of Laser's face opened, as the ship arrived.

…

Plankton gave a loud groan as he entered the Casagrandes' mercado. Currently, Bobby was at the main counter, finishing up a call with someone. "Oh hey, Plankton! What's up my little man?"

"Not now, Roberta, or whatever your name is!" Plankton responded, as he angrily searched through snacks. "You got any Kelp Chips or something?"

"What seems to be the problem?" Bobby asked, looking worried.

"Why does it matter to you?" Plankton barked.

"I'm just asking." Bobby said.

Plankton sighed. Normally, that Spongeboob would be here, but I guess this kid will do, he thought. "It's my wife, that's the problem!" Plankton answered. "She wants me to listen to her pointless ramblings!"

"So…why don't you then?" Bobby responded.

"You expect me to listen to that electric box ramble about her feelings?!" Plankton responded.

"Yes, because the ladies always dig guys who do that!" Bobby answered.

"I don't know what ladies you've been hanging out with!" Plankton snapped. "Then again, they're all nuts!"

"Come on, Plankton." Bobby said. "They do like it when you listen! It's like that with me and my sweet Lori! I don't even mind it!"

"What do you even get out of listening to your puny girlfriend whine?!" Plankton whined.

"I wouldn't call it whining, and I'd understand my baby a ton better, and afterwards, I even try to do what I can to help her!" Bobby answered.

"And then in return she has to give in to your demands, right?" Plankton continued.

"No?" Bobby responded.

Plankton looked bored at this remark. "Then I don't care!"

"Look Plankton, if you want your girl to chill out, you gotta listen to her man!" Bobby said.

"How can I when she constantly nags at me?" Plankton asked.

"If she nags at you, then there might be a reason why." Bobby suggested.

"There is, it's because she's a pest!" Plankton snapped.

"Can I ask, even if it is none of my business, what does she nag about?" Bobby asked.

Plankton sighed. "She thinks I don't treat her right like whatever she thinks husbands do!" he responded in a mocking tone.

"You don't? I thought you two were married!" Bobby answered. "You should treat her better then!"

"But she doesn't treat me right either!" Plankton snapped. "She hardly respects me and doesn't encourage me!"

"Encourage you to do what?" Bobby asked.

At that moment, Plankton's eye widened. Oh crud, I spoke too much, he thought to himself. He couldn't think of anything, as even he was too annoyed at the moment to think of a lie. "To um…that is none of your business, she just doesn't respect me!" he shrugged off.

"Look, whatever the reason is, I'm sure she still loves you man." Bobby said. "But I do feel you should just talk to her, if you really want to know why she's upset. I can help you though. How about I get my family together and we'd all do a little mariachi ballad?" Bobby then lifted a guitar.

Plankton wasn't impressed by this. "Suggest that again, and that guitar is going up…I mean, no thanks. I still ain't talking!"

"Look Plankton, why is it hard for you to talk to your girl?" Bobby asked.

"Because why should I if she's just going to nag about how much of a loser I am?" Plankton asked.

"Maybe she's just trying to help you, bro. I don't think she's doing it to be a jerk." Bobby said.

"Look Robby, you don't know what you're talking about. You haven't spent what feels like ages with her as the only person you talk to!" Plankton snapped.

"What about your family?" Bobby asked.

"Oh those fools-I mean those guys?" Plankton said, as he felt confused again. "That's different! Um…

"Come on Plankton, what's the problem?" Bobby asked.

"Look this whole thing is personal kid!" Plankton declined.

"Then it looks like you might want to solve this yourself." Bobby said. "Remember, talking is the key!"

Plankton groaned again. At the moment, he had to find a way out of this, and he already knew at the moment Bobby already had some sort of experience with the topic. He then sighed. "Alright fine! I'll talk! But please get that kid of yours out of here!" Plankton then referred to a pile of cans, where in the middle of it was binoculars. The pile then fell, revealing Carl to be inside of it.

"Carl!" Bobby grunted.

"What? I'm not spying on him!" Carl lied, as he held a tape recorder in his hand. "Don't tell Abuela!"

Plankton sighed. "I'm warning you, you better not tell anybody we talked!" he threatened. "The truth is, she thinks I'm a loser."

"Why do you keep saying this?" Bobby asked.

"Because…all I've ever focused on in my life is ummm…my job…at the Chum Bucket." Plankton still found it out hard to not refer to anything involving the attempts to steal the formula. "Yeah, that's it. My job."

"So what? I'm sure that's not why she thinks you're a loser! Besides, I thought Karen works there too." Bobby said.

"She does, but she has…other things on her mind." Plankton responded, looking annoyed. "Stuff that I don't want to focus on."

"And I think you found the answer to your problem man." Bobby said, patting Plankton on his tiny head. "Like I said, whatever she wants, you just need to follow that."

"Why? That sounds like an absolute waste of time!" Plankton snapped.

"You know, why are you afraid of showing her affection?" Bobby asked.

"Because…I don't know how." Plankton said. "I don't know how to even be whatever this dream husband she imagines."

Bobby's smile rose. "Well, I'll teach you how.." Bobby began to play his guitar.

"Welll…"

"I WARNED YOU ABOUT THE MUSIC ….I mean, I don't need a song." Plankton said.

"Then, my work is done." Bobby said.

Plankton then left the store, as he walked on the sidewalk, still feeling aggravated. "You know, maybe talking doesn't sound so bad after all." He said with a smile on his face. "I mean heck, I felt a little better getting that off my chest with that kid. Maybe talking is the best solution rather than just ignoring her." His smile then faded. "Wait, why the heck am I even thinking like this?! I sound like the stupid sponge now! Like that computer even deserves my attention after everything I've put up with!"

At the moment, Plankton stopped at a hot dog cart, where the vendor Bruno looked annoyed at him.

"Look, this isn't the place for your girl problems, so just buy a dog or leave!" Bruno snapped.

"Sure, whatever." Plankton took out a dollar, as Bruno handed him a hot dog.

As Plankton left, Bruno took a second glance at the dollar. "What the heck?!" he then noticed that instead of a president, it was a fish in the middle. "Eh." He then brushed off.

…..

Inside the classroom, all of Crocker's assumptions were correct. For the past week, Timmy turned the classroom into whatever paradise he wanted for the day, of course thanks to his fairies, Cosmo, Wanda and Poof. Today, it was an amusement park, as all the students were having fun on a roller coaster. As for Timmy, he was busy munching on cotton candy on a ferris wheel with his fairy godbrother.

"Boy, this has been the most awesome week I've had of school!" Timmy cheered. "Crocker hasn't shown up for a week!"

"I'm sure this entire week is setting back the kids in their studies!" Cosmo pointed out with a grin on his face. "Soon they'll be as dumb as me!"

"Say sport, shouldn't you be worried about Crocker?" Wanda asked.

"Why would I?" Timmy asked. "He's not here to shout at me, flunk me, or attempt to expose you guys like he always does! We are way better off without him! Besides, our class door has the Forget Me Knob!"

At the moment, Principal Waxaplax was outside the door. "Students, that doesn't sound like fun, yet mind-numbingly boring learning in there!" Waxaplax said, as she grabbed the doorknob. However, the magic suddenly affected her. "Then again, I'm old, must be the hearing!" she then walked away happily.

…

Ember, Kilgore and Zoe were the first to arrive outside the school. "Okay, now where is this Timmy Turner kid?" Zoe asked.

"You know all this is a load of crud right?" Ember asked.

"Probably." Zoe said. "I don't even know who this Timmy Turner looks like."

"Well then, it appears I'll be the one to capture this Turner child." Kilgore said, as he put on a quick disguise, consisting of a small afro and lens-less glasses.

"Why are you dressed like Senior Potato Head?" Zoe asked.

"I must put on a disguise to fool the humans!" Kilgore said.

"Yeah, I'm sure they will fall for it." Ember snarked.

"You two villainesses stand guard, for I will find Turner!" Kilgore said, as he began to walk slowly into the school. "And I know how we will capture him!" Kilgore then took out a dart. On the words were the words "Sleepy-time dart" crossed out, with "sleepy time" crossed out, in favor of the words "Poison of doom" written over it in a marker. He then took out a straw, and shot the first person he saw, who was Principal Waxaplax.

"OOOH!" Waxaplax shrieked as she was shocked. "Gee, work can be so draining!" She fell to the ground as she then happily passed out.

"Excellent! And with nobody standing in my way!" Kilgore boasted. However, he then heard the bells ring, as soon, dozens of students began to happily run in front of him. "GAHHH!" Kilgore shrieked, as he was now in the middle of a violent herd what felt like hundreds of children's feet.

…

Meanwhile, the two villains remained outside.

"Since he's taking care of this mission, what should we do now?" Ember asked.

Suddenly, a shadow covered Zoe, as she turned around to see who it was. It was none other than the school's bully, Francis.

"Well hello there." Francis greeted with a sinister look on his face, as he cracked his knuckles. "You must be new here."

"Oh great, a bully." Ember said. "At least Poindexter isn't here to give some one-hour lecture about you!"

"Luckily, I love to greet the new students!" Francis said, ignoring Ember's words, as his fist hit his left hand.

"Are you threatening to beat her up?" Ember asked. "Because if you do that, then-"

"Ember, save it." Zoe said. "He's mine." He then walked up to Francis. "You…you wouldn't beat up a helpless girl like me, now wouldn't you?" Zoe said as she gave out puppy dog eyes.

However, Francis did not give into the look, and lifted Zoe by her head. "It's in my book." he responded, lifting his fist towards Zoe's face.

As his fist was inches from Zoe's face, without any struggle, she grabbed it violently, causing him to shriek. "You got no boundaries, eh?" Zoe responded, as she then twisted Francis' arm.

"OW!" Francis screamed in pain.

"I like you, kid." Zoe complimented, as she then transformed into her suit, and tossed him aside. However, as he lifted his head, he noticed Ember. In his mind, a beautiful guitar solo from a ballad was playing, as Ember was all on his mind.

"Date me!" he said.

"Gross." Ember said.

Then, Zoe lifted Francis again. "She's off-limits too!" Zoe said. She then gave Francis a very violent spin, sending him flying and screaming into the air. He screamed as he flew so high, he landed inside the Dimmsdale Zoo's Rabid Animal Habitat. Despite the conditions, Francis began to defend himself inside the cage against the bear.

The two villains were amused by this. "You know, maybe we should just have some fun." Zoe said. "After all, that Crocker isn't here anyways!"

…

Meanwhile, Crocker was absolutely embarrassed by the current moment. It turns out that they didn't immediately just head to the school. Because his mother dragged him and Azula through several chores beforehand. At the moment, he threw the elderly lady out to where a bingo game was being held.

"Thanks, my son!" Mama Crocker waved.

Crocker's eyes were now bloodshot as he felt completely insane at the moment. Meanwhile, Azula was facepalming. Even Crocker knew he wasn't going to hear the end of it from her. As he continued driving, constantly changing lanes to a point where so many cars threw themselves off the road, Azula was about to speak.

"Before you give me one of those speeches of yours, let me say that I have always dreaded my mother!" Crocker said.

"Then why do you put up with her?" Azula asked. "She's not even half the size of you!"

"Because that woman is constantly clinging on to me! I tell you, she overpowers me!" Crocker ordered.

"From what I've witnessed for this embarrassing mind-numbing amount of time, I can see why." Azula responded, feeling completely dumbfounded. "You let her coddle you into giving into her. If you dread that woman so much, then stand up against her."

"Oh please, I give that over-controlling witch a piece of my demented mind daily!" Crocker argued.

"Well clearly, that appears to be working!" Azula smirked. "It doesn't at all surprise me if you share the same house as that woman."

"I'm a teacher working for low wages, what does anyone expect?!" Crocker snapped. "Besides, I can't simply kick out my own mother!"

"And why not?" Azula asked.

"Because maybe…maybe I don't feel like doing it!" Crocker argued.

"You just complained about how she constantly clings to you, and yet you still want her intruding your own life?" Azula asked. "What sense does that make?"

"Eh, you wouldn't understand, princess." Crocker brushed off.

"Understand what?" Azula asked. "Do you actually care for your own mother?"

Crocker began to sweat, as his eyes were on the road he kept swerving on. "This doesn't concern you!" he shouted.

Azula's suspicions began to rise. "You're hiding something." She said. "Perhaps you have actual feelings for your mother?"

"I told you, I have no feelings for that woman! She a total annoyance has meddled and ruined my childhood, so I'd rather DISPOSE OF THAT-"

"What did you just say?" Azula asked, interrupting Crocker.

Crocker then realized what he said. "Nothing!"

"You just said she ruined your childhood." Azula said.

"I said this doesn't concern you!" Crocker said.

"Well you already revealed this revelation to me, so what do you hope to gain hiding this from me?" Azula asked. "I haven't been judgemental of you, now have I?"

Crocker sighed. "Fine! You want to know the truth? She was hardly there when I was a child! That woman was constantly away while she left me with an awful babysitter!"

"There, that's all you needed to say." Azula said. "Now may I ask again why do you still want her in your life, even after that revelation?"

"Because…maybe I don't actually hate her! Maybe I still love that woman!" Crocker said.

"She left you to fend for yourself as a child, and constantly pushes you as an adult, and you still show affection to her?!" Azula asked.

"Yes, I guess because maybe…at least I get some time with my mother!" Crocker said. "Besides, I get the last laugh! All this coddling is perhaps her way of apologizing for the childhood she gave me! And she'll never know how I feel, because she always sees me hating her!"

"Why do you even have these feelings if you haven't forgiven her?" Azula asked.

"Because…she's still my mother!" Crocker snapped. "She was an AWFUL parent, just like everyone in this retched town, but she's still my mother. As much as I'd want to throw her into the streets or dump her at some other home, I don't have it in me to do all that. Like it's better to have her in this little dump I call my life than to have none at all."

For some reason, Azula didn't have it in her to rant at the moment. In fact, hearing about Crocker's childhood did somewhat get her attention. Enough to forget about any frustrations she currently had at him. Because even though she still believed Crocker was a complete weakling without any backbone to him, his speech touched a nerve with her. Now, she wasn't able to understand why Crocker would even allow someone who's pretty much the reason to why he was the way he was into her life, despite wanting to hurt her badly. Yet, she was able to sympathize with Crocker, mainly because she herself had to grow up without a mother figure to guide her. Yet while Crocker's mother appeared to regularly come back to him, her mother did not. However, she still had to snap this out of Crocker.

Azula then snapped out of it. "That is why you must rid her out of your life for good. This love you have for her is a sign of weakness. It shouldn't matter if she's your mother. From your own words, she gave you a wretched childhood, and all of her so-called coddling in order to earn your forgiveness shouldn't matter, because even you know she doesn't deserve your forgiveness."

Crocker lowered his eyebrows. "You know what? You're right! She deserves a piece of my mind, and this time, it will be HER LAST! HEH HEH HEHH!"

After the many accidents behind them, the two arrived at the school, and Crocker finally snapped out of it.

"But that will have to wait, we've arrived!" Crocker said, as he pulled out a grabber, and ran out the van. Azula began to feel annoyed again at Crocker brushing her words away. "And I've come prepared!"

"What exactly are you going to do with that?" Azula asked.

"It's to not fall into any of Turner's magic traps!" Crocker said. "For you see, as I've left, Turner has perhaps turned the classroom into a carnival of some sort, and has prevented any teachers from coming with a amnesia causing doorknob of some sort, thanks to the aid of his…FAIRY GODPARENTS! Do you understand that?"

"Actually, I don't." Azula responded.

….

However, an alarm began to ring, as Wanda poofed up the alarm. It was a Crocker tracker, as on a pink TV, footage of Crocker walking in the hallways was shown. "Oh no! Timmy! Crocker is coming, and he's got a grabber!" Wanda said.

"What? A grabber?!" Timmy responded. "Wait, why should I be worried about a grabber?"

"He knows about the Forget Me Knob!" Wanda responded.

"Man, does he always automatically know everything I poof up?!" Timmy asked.

"Boy Timmy, you really are that predictable!" Cosmo mocked, as Timmy and the two fairies angrily glared at him. "What?"

"Quick, I wish the classroom was back to it's boring self!" Timmy wished, as the three fairies granted it. Of course, as the rollercoaster disappeared, all the kids on it fell to the ground.

"Hey, what happened to our theme park?" Sanjay asked.

"I don't know!" Timmy said. "Must've been…the FUN police?"

"CURSE YOU, FUN POLICE!" Chester shouted. "I don't know where you are, but one day, YOU'LL ALL PAY!"

Just in time, Crocker was outside the door. "By the way, don't try to pull any of your tricks, princess!" Crocker ordered.

"I had no intention to." Azula answered. "Since you claim you're the expert with these fairies, I might as well leave the plan up to you."

"Wait I just realized! Where's McClain and Avez?!" Crocker shouted, looking around. "Oh forget it, I don't need them for this!"

Crocker then opened the door with the grabber, which then removed the doorknob and went into the classroom, not seeming to care why several children were scattered on the floor.

"Children!" Crocker ordered. "Get your lazy butts back in your chairs, and let's presume whatever lesson was being taught!" Following him Azula walked into the classroom.

"Uh, who is that?" a student asked, as the class looked at Azula.

"Why, this is…our new student, Azula!" Crocker answered, looking awkward. "She's a drop-out by the way! If you had any questions!"

"There appears not to be a seat for me." Azula said.

"I can fix that!" Crocker said, as he pulled out a remote with a button on it. He slammed the button with his fist happily, as one of the students, Elmer, was ejected out of his desk, crashing into the roof. Azula smirked as she didn't at all question Crocker's action, as she then took the child's seat. However, she struggled to due to the small size of it.

"Anyways, children, today we…we um.." Of course Crocker had no lesson planned.

"Wait!" A voice called from behind the door. It turned out to be Kilgore, still in his disguise. However, he was incredibly beat up from the herd of children. Because of his small arms and incredibly slow movement, plus the damage taken from the herd, he struggled to open the door. To him, it felt like pushing a washing machine. As he managed to crack the door open, he poked his head out, and then fell to the ground face first. "Curse that herd of children! I shall ANNIHILATE THEM!" he groaned to himself. He then noticed the entire class staring at him. Azula looked completely annoyed looking at the whole thing.

"Oh, it's you." Crocker said, as he rolled his eyes.

"Turner shall be mine, Crocker!" Kilgore whispered.

Kilgore then got up from the ground. "Why um….hello there, fellow not evil leader teacher Mr. Denzel Crocker!" Kilgore said as he attempted to greet Crocker. "I believe we haven't met before, for my name is…Gilgore! For I am a student like all of you!"

"He's short!" a student remarked, as all the kids began laughing.

"Aw, the sound of the delightful misery known as bullying!" Kilgore remarked.

"You do know they're laughing at…never mind." Azula said.

"Man, that is one weird looking kid!" Timmy noted, being completely oblivious.

Crocker facepalmed. "Oh lord, can nobody come up with any original names?! I'm not dealing with this!" Crocker then pointed to AJ. "Um…YOU!" Crocker pointed to AJ.

"What is it, Mr. Crocker?" AJ asked.

"You're the new teacher!" Crocker responded, as he grabbed AJ, and set him near the board. Crocker ran out through the open door and sped through the hallway. As Azula remained in her seat, she was confused on what Crocker was doing.

"Finally, my genius will be appreciated!" AJ said to himself.

Kilgore then struggled to climb up a chair, which already had a student here. "You!" he pointed. "Leave this seat at once!"

"But this is my seat!" the student whined.

"Blast!" Kilgore then pulled out the dart again. On the words were the words "Sleepy-time dart" crossed out, with "sleepy time" crossed out, in favor of the words "Poison of doom" written over it in a marker. Kilgore then took out a straw, and jabbed it into the student's leg, making him pass out. However, as Kilgore laughed, he started to shriek as the body fell on him. He then groaned, as he tried to squeeze through the body. "GAH! The sweat and body odor of this weakling!" Kilgore panted. He then jumped on the unconscious kid's head to land on the chair, and then jumped on top of the desk. He then pointed the straw towards Timmy's head, who wasn't focused on the tiny villain.

"But it will all be worth it!" Kilgore silently gloated in response.

Suddenly, the villain was lifted in the air, as his straw was grabbed by an angry looking Principal Waxaplax, who at that exact moment walked into the classroom.

"UNHAND ME FOWL BEAST!" Kilgore shouted. "I mean, please let go of me, large haired weakling!"

"We have severe punishments to students who shoot darts at the principal, and call them fowl names!" Principal Waxaplax said, as she then walked out of the classroom still carrying Kilgore.

"Foolish teacher! I will not abide to your rules!" Kilgore said, as he then shot through the straw again. Nothing then came out. Kilgore groaned. "What?! There was one inside here!" he said to himself, as he was carried out of the classroom.

"FELLOW VILL-I mean, AZULA, HELP!" Kilgore called out.

The class then turned to Azula. "I don't know who that was." She said, as she felt embarrassed by Kilgore. Sanjay was still glaring at her, but suddenly, he shrieked, as he then passed out to the ground. At that moment, Azula planted a dart on his back. Ten more seconds of that, and he would've been the sole cause of this school's incineration, she thought to herself.

As Kilgore left the class, he was then dumped into the detention room, which was really the library. As he was thrown inside, he was then greeted by large shadows. All of these were students, who looked about the age of Francis. Kilgore was weirded out by what looked like giant students, all who were glaring at him, with sinister smiles.

"Geez, you're all children?" Kilgore noted. "What have you children been consume-OOH!" Kilgore was grabbed by a giant fist.

….

Meanwhile, in the hallways, Crocker continued to run, as he then stopped at a nearby locker. This locker was actually a disguise for the entrance to his own lair, the Crocker Cave. As he stepped inside, he pulled a lever, on the locker's wall.

The floor opened a hole, which Crocker slipped through, as the teacher spun through a metal tube that had several loops.

Landing out from a hole in the roof, he then fell on the floor with a painful thud. Following this, he moved a nearby mattress to underneath the hole. "Now, what can I use this time?" Crocker asked, as he went to a file cabinet, and began searching through the second drawer.

As his head was somehow inside the cabinet, swooping down through the Crocker Cave hole was Azula, who was firebending in order to break her fall. "I presume you weren't prepared for today." Azula said.

Her voice startled Crocker so much, he slammed his head onto the first drawer over his head. "Azula!" he said, as the cabinet then fell to the ground, slamming on his body. "What are you doing here?! Why aren't you in the classroom?!"

"I got bored of whatever that student teacher calls science." Azula said.

"How did you discover my lair?" Crocker asked, as he got up from the painful fall.

"There was a locker open with a lever in it." Azula said. "It'd be foolish to believe it wasn't yours."

"Wait, I just remembered! I installed security cameras!" Crocker said, as he went to one of his computers to find the footage. "I wasn't going to leave Turner unattended in my classroom! With this evidence, I can use it against Turner to finally catch his…FAIRIES!"

However, he was shocked to see the current footage up wasn't of the classroom at all. Instead, it was in his houses' living room, where his mother was doing yoga to an exercise video on the internet.

"GAH! IT'S HIDEOUS!" Crocker screamed, as he covered his eyes. As for Azula, she was also, if not, more disturbed, as she ended up shooting lightning to destroy the giant screen. "I won't hold that against you, Azula!" Crocker thanked. "I should've never handed that women my keys to the lair!"

"Why would you…never mind, it appears you still have no evidence of these fairies." Azula said.

"Nonsense, I have plenty of evidence, especially inside this cave!" Crocker said. As he pointed to the walls, on it were plaques with crowns, wands, and even fairy wings. He then moved to another screen, as he grabbed a small clicker. As he clicked the button on it, pictures began to show up on the screen, which showed snapshots and close-ups of Cosmo and Wanda. "I've been trying to expose their existence since I was a little boy! I know what I'm doing!" Crocker said.

"You've been doing this since you were a mere child?" Azula asked.

"Yes!" Crocker said. "Though I have no idea how it started! Actually, I do! It was just one day, I was in the middle of an angry mob, there was a note on a tracker of some sort. Fairy Godparents exist! I don't remember everything that happened before it though! Probably for the best!"

Azula was somewhat interested in what Crocker was saying. "And you still haven't been able to catch a single one of these fairies?" Azula added. "You mean that Plankton was correct?"

"Oh please, he will never understand! He was too deluded by stealing that sandwich recipe!" Crocker said. "Those fairies masters of disguise, and besides, every single attempt has always been thrawted out by their godchildren, especially Turner!" Crocker said, as a photo of Turner with a green backpack, with pink and purple buttons. However, the backpack and the buttons didn't have faces on them like Crocker expected. "Unlike all the peasants in this world, I've caught on to where he hides his fairies! For they always blend in!"

Azula felt confused. "Am I supposed to see something in that photo?" she asked.

"Yes, you notice the backpack and those two buttons? Those are his…FAIRIES!" he screamed. "And they disguise as all of his other things!"

"Do you have any more evidence of this?" Azula asked.

"What? You mean photos?" Crocker responded. "Why of course not! Take any more, I'd probably end up in jail!"

At the moment, Azula felt skeptical.

"Have you thought about other ways of getting it out of him?" Azula asked.

"Like what? Getting him to confess?" Crocker said.

"Or something among the lines of torture." Azula suggested.

"Torture?!" Crocker shrieked. "Actually, I used tickling at one point."

Azula's eyes widened at this. "Don't ever utter those words again."

"Well what else do you mean? Physical torture?! You trying to throw me into the slammer?" Crocker asked. "I can't go there! The cells smell, you have to share the shower, and they only show stupid talk shows on TV! Besides, confessing isn't an option! That will ruin everything!"

"Why?" Azula asked.

"From my studies, if Turner confesses to his fairies, they'll have to taken away from him for good! Or something among that, apparently, those fairy rules are always changing!"

"Rules? What do you mean about these rules?" Azula asked.

"That's not important princess!" Crocker whined.

As Azula was annoyed by Crocker's response, she looked around the lair while Crocker was on his computer. She then noticed a dark open room, which she began walking towards. As she walked in, the lights turned on. As soon as Azula saw everything inside, she was both intrigued and astonished by what she saw. Inside were what looked like hundreds, if not thousands, of plans, stored into cabinets and shelves. Her eyes then turned to a wall, which were covered with newspaper clippings. As several had darts stuck to them, all of them had one thing in common: they were all calling out Crocker.

"CRAZY TEACHER CAUSES TRAFFIC JAM"

"NUT LAUGHED OUT OF COLLEGE LECTURE"

"THE TEACHER STRIKES AGAIN"

"TEACHER CHASED BY WOMEN'S RESTROOM"

"TEACHER STRIKES AGAIN, NOTHING INTERESTING THIS WEEK"

Yet, the one thing Azula had her eyes on, were Crocker's prior inventions to catching Timmy Turner, which were scattered across the large room. Among the many machines, one was a giant shield for his head to counter mind-reading, the other was a heat-seeking silver suit for catching fairies and invisible kids, and one, which had Azula's full attention, was a giant blue mecha-like suit with wings. She had no idea what these things were, but in her mind, it appeared Crocker had some skill.

"Hey, that room is off limits!" Crocker snapped. "Those are for my plans!"

"Did you construct these contraptions?" Azula asked.

"Yes! Who else would've built them?" Crocker answered. "But it doesn't matter anyways, they're all junk! Nothing but failures in my prior plans of hunting those fairies!"

Azula sighed. I should've guessed, she thought to herself. He squanders his abilities on catching those invisible creatures.

"Well, what else would I use my gifts on? Starving children?" Crocker mocked. "But forget about all this! I've found my plan!" As he said the last words, two arms lifted down from the ceiling, carrying a butterfly net.

"Let me guess: you suppose to trap the fairies using a butterfly net?" Azula smirked, rolling her eyes.

"Why yes, that's exactly the plan!" Crocker said. "We lure Turner into a trap, then catch his fairies!"

Azula felt dumbfounded. "You mean we went here only for you to conjure up a plan as foolishly simple as that?!"

"I might have a fondness for complex plans, princess, but this case is an exception!" Crocker said. "Besides, a butterfly net is enough to do the trick! Because if you must know, this is a weakness among…FAIRY GODPARENTS!"

At the moment, Azula felt in her mind she was getting dumber every passing sentence Crocker is speaking. "A net? You claim you've gained this magic and used it to conquer the world, yet you're telling me that a weakness among this magic, is a net?!"

"Azula, they're fairies, not the flying spaghetti monster!" Crocker responded. "Who I'm 50/50 on about his existence."

Azula couldn't believe at what she was hearing. This was the power she was searching for, she asked herself. Magic from creatures that not only can this maniac she's working for not prove exist, but it can be stopped with something as simple as a net. She even pictured a small scenario where in the middle of her father burning down the world, he's immediately stopped by a net. At that point, she knew not only was this entire quest pointless, but she was finally convinced that this fairy magic was too ridiculous of a concept to even exist. Yet Crocker was so determined to prove the existence of these fairies, that it was hard to just label them as false. In fact, Crocker's mere determination of the fairies made him impossible to hate, at least in her mind. All this determination must show that he could be a top tier genius. Unlike the other villains, she wanted to believe Crocker was telling the truth and could find those fairies. However, the teacher's behavior made it so difficult for her to make her believe that. There had to be a reason that despite being somewhat a good inventor, he was dedicated to a cause that was clearly leading him nowhere. Then she thought of the facts: she remembered him saying he snapped as a kid, and then remembered his mother, who is responsible for pretty much the way he is. These two already added up.

"Now, come along, Azula." Crocker said, as he pulled a lever, causing a tube to suck him up.

For Azula, from the sight of what he's constructed, Crocker could be capable of greater power, but she knew in order for him to accomplish that, she had to rid one thing from him: his obsession with fairies. To her, she was about to finally shatter it for good. Right as she was violently sucked up the tube.

….

Back in space, Dark Laser has spent almost the past hour shouting at the phone.

"You, have has no regard for any of my things! You just destroy anything you see! You don't even look scary, you're just some teen in a paintball mask! Good riddance!" Dark Laser hung up the phone.

"Alright, my task is complete!" Zim said, as he entered the room.

"Thank goodness you're here Zim!" Dark Laser said. "I've spent the past hour arguing with my nephew, Mylo! Why did I even bring him out of the magazine?"

"I don't care!" Zim quickly said in a happy tone. "Now, I've been evaluating this planet destroying base. It looks like a fine weapon. Except that stupid face covering it, that will have to be removed! Also, some moron who built this ship placed a hole that would make this base explode, so I better keep that hidden!"

"Um, what exactly are you talking about?" Dark Laser asked.

"I'm taking your base!" Zim answered.

"WHAT?!" Dark Laser shouted.

"I had this planned to begin with, and especially after talking to a fool such as you, you do not deserve this base!" Zim said.

"You are not taking my base!" Dark Laser said, in a dark voice.

"Too bad! It's mine now!" Zim taunted, as he gave an evil laugh. "This is going straight to my universe!" He then spoke into a communicator of some sort. "GIR, load the transporter up!"

He then heard the sound of a blender. "What are you doing?!" Zim snapped.

"I'm making burrito smoothies!" GIR shouted back.

"That isn't important right now, and if that kitchen is a mess, then I swear to…"

Dark Laser grabbed the communicator an crushed it. "You have angered me! You dare wish to steal my base, as well as LIE TO ME?!"

"Yes." Zim said in a deadpan voice.

"Well then, you two have chosen death!" Dark Laser said, as he pulled out his lightsaber.

Zim in response, made the legs from his PAK stand out. "You dare threaten ZIM?!" he responded, as the legs made him somewhat bigger than Dark Laser. "You are a loser, Dark Laser! AND A WUSS! You're the biggest wussiest loser I have ever MET!"

As the dark villain's eyes popped out, he quickly sliced all of the PAK's legs, causing Zim to fall to the ground. "Ha ha! I win!" Dark Laser taunted. "Isn't that right Flipsy?" Flipsy did a quick flip.

However, Zim, coming up from his broken PAK legs, then grabbed the toy dog. "Your fascination with this toy disgusts Zim! I HATE IT!" he screamed, as he threw Flipsy against the wall.

"NOOOOOOOO!" Dark Laser screamed, very long and drawn out. Dark Laser's eyes lit up, as he ran to the hurt toy dog.

As Dark Laser walked towards the broken dog, he dropped on his knees seeing the sight of it. Flipsy's legs were broken off, as he was in half, split from his stomach to his butt. As Dark Laser began to cry, he then gripped his fist, and gave a loud shriek in anger.

"Seriously? Over an Earth toy?!" Zim whined.

Dark Laser in response, lifted his hand and began to use his Dark Powers. As a blue orb was formed around his hand, Zim then was in a blue orb, as his head then slammed straight through the control panel. As Laser kept shoving Zim into the control panel, Zim's head kept triggering the buttons. One shot lasers outside, one shot an escape pod, and one activated a disco ball into the room they were in as disco music was playing. As Dark Laser shoved his head through the panel, he then moved him to the right, Zim's head was dragged among the entire panel, as he, was then slammed into the wall.

However, what Laser didn't know, is that one of the buttons deactivated the power source that was keeping the entire Death Ball floating in space.

"I have you now!" Dark Laser said.

JETS ACTIVATED. The computers voice said.

"Say what?" Dark Laser said, as his smile disappeared.

In the matter of seconds, on the very back of the base, giant jets appeared. It suddenly sent the entire base soaring straight forward towards the direction of the Earth. The two villains shrieked as they were tossed to the wall.

"What did you do?!" Dark Laser shouted.

"What?! This was on you!" Zim argued.

Dark Laser then used his Dark Powers to float towards the panel, all while Zim was stuck to the wall. "Oh crud, which one of these blasted buttons is it?!" he whined to himself.

"You fool! This is your base! How do you not know its' own functions?!" Zim screamed.

"There's 50 gazillion buttons, I can't memorize all that!" Dark Laser whined. "Besides, my minions do all the work for me!"

"Well, there's only one other option: AHHHHHHH!" Zim screamed, as Dark Laser, with nothing left to do joined in. Fire then formed around the Death Ball, as it continued speeding towards Earth.

….

Karen was still in the lair, as she heard Plankton knock on the door.

"Karen? My dear wife?" Plankton said behind the door, sounding annoyed.

Karen sighed. "What is it?"

Plankton groaned. "Look, I just want to end all this stupid drama! So look, I'll admit it! I was being a total jerk!"

Karen's expression didn't change, as instead, she rolled to the fridge. "Are you finally ready to actually listen to me for once?" As she opened the fridge, she pulled out a can of soda, and shook it as a high speed.

"Yes, yes whatever!" Plankton whined. "I guess I was so insecure about myself that I couldn't stand to listen to you! So please, just stop stalling and get it over with already!"

"Actually, I don't need to talk to you." Karen said, as she rolled to the door. "Especially since you're not even here!" Karen opened the door, and opened the can of soda, squirting it on where Plankton was. On the spot where Plankton was, stood a small metal bot shaped like Plankton, which short circuited.

"Oh come on!" Plankton shouted from around the corner of the floor, as he held a mic. He had small headphones on along with a cassette player by him. "I didn't even rely on those corny pick-up lines this time!"

"Unbelievable!" Karen shouted, as she was about to slam the door. However, Plankton grabbed the very bottom of it at the last minute.

"You know what? I give up! You want me to hear you complain like you always do? Fine! Lay it on me!"

"Forget it!" Karen responded.

"No seriously. I don't know what else to do, and nobody will listen to me, so whatever you want to tell me, just get it over with already!" Plankton whined. "What is your problem?"

"No, you don't get to ask me that!" Karen snapped. "Instead, I'm going to ask you that. What is your problem? And if you want to actually talk with me, then actually tell me the truth! What is the matter with you?!"

Of course, Plankton has no problem giving Karen a piece of his mind every day. Yet, at that moment, it felt Plankton was about to let out a ton of overdue steam. Steam that he hardly tapped into.

"You want to know my problem?!" Plankton snapped, as his body felt red. "You have been nothing but a nagging box of bolts!"

As Karen remained shocked, Plankton took a deep breath. "And you better listen! You want to know what's the matter with me?! I can barely talk to you anymore without you nagging at me! It feels like you just remind me about how much I fail at everything rather than encourage me! It's like everything out of your mouth, it always has to be about how much of a failure I am! It's like geez, do you get a cheap laugh out of telling me that I'M A LOAD OF BARNACLES?!" Plankton began to breathe hard at this. Of course, he knew the whole thing wasn't over.

Karen kept silent for several more seconds. "You think I enjoy, nagging at you?" she said, sounding appalled. "Is that really all you get from me? Let me set this straight: I do not enjoy nagging at you. I never, enjoy nagging you. I nag you, because you refuse to learn from your mistakes!"

"And here we go!" Plankton whined. "It begins again!"

"You better actually listen this time!" Karen snapped. "All you ever do, is push aside every little mistake you make! Instead of learning from them, you just repeat them! And every single week, it's been the same result!"

"And once again, you prove me right!" Plankton snapped. "This is what I don't want to hear every day! Yet you do it anyways!"

"Because I'm trying to help you! I mean, this formula has been your life goal, and yet you hardly think at all! It's no wonder your plans end up the way they are!"

"What, do you think I set myself up for failure?!"

"I wish I can say no to that, but you have hardly proven otherwise!" Karen said. "I mean, look at everything! Tanks, planes, giant robots, therapy, all these plans and they've always led to failure!"

"Oh don't go pinning this all on me!" Plankton snapped. "Even I know that some of them were your plans too! Oh Plankton sweetie, turn the Chum Bucket into an underground restaurant! Give Spongeboob everything so that he'll give you the formula! Get a bunch of tough guys who will surely squish you! And guess what, THEY ALL FAILED!"

"How could I have possibly predict they'd all be successful?" Karen asked. "I've only given you ideas, I never promised they'd all have a 100% success rate! All this effort, yet you have given more respect to that princess, than you've ever had with me!"

"Because, Karen!" Plankton said. "She actually got the formula!"

"She wouldn't have gotten the formula if I never found her!" Karen snapped.

"Besides, like I said, you've only given me ideas!" Plankton snapped. "When have you ever gotten out of your way to steal the formula?!"

"NINE TIMES!" Karen snapped. "I've stolen the formula NINE times! Yet each and every time, you constantly screw it up! I can recall the time you let the formula sit for a week because you were too stressed and then you accidentally threw it out!"

Plankton attempted to remember that moment. "I did?" He realized how stupid he felt at the moment. "Well…you could've opened it!"

"Ugh!" Karen groaned. "Once again, you blame me for your own shortcomings! I swear, why do I even bother with helping you with this formula? I should've stopped ages ago!"

"AHA! So the truth comes out!" Plankton pointed. "That's what this is all about! That's what you've kept hidden from me!"

"Hidden?! I've told you hundreds of times about how I feel about the formula! You just never listen!" Karen snapped. "These formula attempts should've been out of our lives ages ago!"

"So that's why you helped me! Not because you were interested with helping me, but just so I can shut up! It's always been that way!"

"Oh please, I actually had investment in your plan when I was first built!" Karen snapped. "I had no choice! It was my function! But then year after year after year.."

Plankton gripped his fists. "Can I ask, Karen?" Plankton asked. "If you hated helping me get the formula so much, why do you even bother?!"

Karen sighed. "You really want to know why I continue to help you? You want to know why I've wasted my battery powered lifespan on helping you?! Isn't it obvious?! I am your WIFE Plankton! This isn't because you programmed me! I've put myself through all this just for you! Even after I give you a piece of my artificial mind, I still give in to you! In fact, as much as I'm tired of the constant failed attempts at that formula…"

"Seriously, for one second can you stop reminding me about that?!" Plankton snapped.

"Even if it annoyed every part of my hard drive, I've made the effort to at least attempt to support you, and give in to your needs! And yet you have hardly done the same for mine!"

"Oh Neptune!" Plankton said. "What do you mean your needs? What, you mean "spending quality time with each other"? Like spending my money on expensive dates! We don't even have enough money to buy food!"

"Oh but you can afford all of those giant robots and weapons!" Karen snapped. "Besides, that was when we were in the Bikini Bottom!" Karen snapped. "We're not in the Bikini Bottom anymore!"

"Exactly!" Plankton snapped. "And now I have the formula! So you can finally just stop calling me a failure!"

"Would you stop saying.."

"NO! I know that's how you feel about me, and you know it!" Plankton snapped. "All you're ever obsessed about is how I fail! You had no reason to encourage me, you just think I'm a failure who should've quit!"

"If I thought you were a failure, then I wouldn't have been helping you improve!" Karen responded.

"I'm tired of you denying it!" Plankton snapped. "Just say it, Karen! Just call me a failure already!"

"Fine! You're a failure!" Karen snapped. "Is that what you wanted to hear? You are a selfish failure! You are the most selfish, irritating failure I have ever met! And you're right, I only nag at you because I just wanted all those formula plans to be over with! Even if I tried not to care, that's all you are ever focused on! For once, I just wanted a husband!" As Karen confessed to that, she began to sound like she was on the verge of tears.

As Plankton began to hear this, he began to feel worried about his wife. "Oh don't start with the tears!" he said, trying to push away his guilt. "You…You are the most nagging, pushy electric pest I have ever met! You are self-absorbed as you never take a hint of what I don't want to hear! You don't nag at me to help me, you nag at me to help you! You want me to treat you better? Stop nagging at me and just accept me for once!"

"You want me to do that?" Karen snapped. "Then treat me right for once! Stop giving me attitude over that formula!"

"Well you don't need to worry, because I've finally got what I wanted!" Plankton happily said.

Karen sighed. "Okay...so why are you still angry?"

"What?" Plankton asked.

"Why do you still treat me like dirt?" Karen asked.

"Because you still nag at me!" Plankton snapped.

"No, I will not admit to it this time! I've tried to be calm with you ever since you finally got that formula, and you still don't treat me right!" Karen snapped. "This isn't about your frustration with not getting the formula anymore! This is something else!"

Karen's words began to hit Plankton. "I mean, look at the predicament we're in! I'm stuck here with a bunch of villains who don't even resp-"

"No! Don't even try dragging them into this!" Karen snapped. "This isn't about the villains, and this isn't about the neighbors! This isn't about anyone in this universe! This is about you!"

"And once again, you blame it on me!" Plankton snapped. However, this time, he had a feeling Karen was about to strike a chord with him.

"You know what I think?" Karen responded. "I think you haven't moved on from anything!"

"What?!" Plankton growled. "Why wouldn't I?! I don't have to deal with that putrid Krabs or his filthy fry cook anymore!"

"No, but you still won't let go of what happened before you got the formula!" Karen said. "I mean look at yourself now! You have the formula, the Chum Bucket is successful, you even got villains who will do what you say and are willing to take over the world with you! Yet you're still bitter! And you wanna know why?"

"No I don't wanna know why!" Plankton denied.

"Because that's all you know how to be!" Karen snapped. "You have experienced nothing but hopelessness for all these years, and now that you finally have more than you've ever had, you still aren't happy! All your mind is ever focused on is everything that's happened to you before!"

Plankton began to feel anger. However, this anger wasn't the type for him to rip apart his enemies, but rather one out of absolute sadness.

"And I'm not telling you this to nag you, I'm telling you what I think is the truth! And it needs to stop!" Karen snapped. "And yet, you can't let it go!"

"Alright, FINE! I ADMIT IT!" Plankton snapped. "I'm angry because I don't know what to do! I don't know what to do with ANYTHING! And I DON'T KNOW HOW TO BE THIS HUSBAND YOU WANT! ARE YOU HAPPY NOW, YOU STUPID COMPUTER?!"

Karen remained silent at this.

"How can I be happy when I lived my entire life as a failure?! All I've ever been was looked down by everyone around me! I've lived inside a dump my whole life, in a place where nobody wants to eat! Because it's all junk! All I've ever made is junk! I've put 27 fish in the ICU alone because of that junk, and the only reason they didn't sue me is because they thought STEPPING ON ME WAS CATHARTIC! Just how can I be happy after everything I've lived through? I never even thought I'd even make it this far! In fact, I don't even think I wanted to go through with the Bucket Helmets! I mean come on, where the heck would I find fun in everybody being some mindless slave?! It's just…I don't know what I want now, now that it's all over! I don't know how to be actually happy outside of causing misery on others! Nobody wanted to be my friend, outside of that Spongeboob, who's one of the reasons the Chum Bucket was nothing! It's just…being angry is all I know what to do. It's all I'll ever know what to do. Evem if I have everything now, I still feel like a failure. Because all I ever will be, is a failure. At everything. Even…A HUSBAND." Plankton was finally in tears, as his two hands covered his one eye.

At that moment, all of Karen's frustration began to vanish, as she patted her tiny husband on the back. "You are not a failure." Karen defended.

"Oh, DON'T GO TAKING BACK YOUR STATEMENTS NOW, KAREN!" Plankton snapped, with tears pouring down his one eye. "You said it yourself I was a failure."

"I only said that because you wanted me to." Karen said. "And I'm sorry."

Plankton sniffed. "And I'm sorry too. For how much of a jerk I've been! All these years of poor treatment, because of my stupid self!"

"At least now, you have a chance for once to prove yourself."

"How?!" Plankton snapped. "I'm trapped on this stupid team with those other fools!"

"Why is this a bad thing?" Karen asked. "Even if they hardly listen to you, they're still willing to listen to you. One of them even got the formula for you, right after the others didn't, without you having to resort to other methods. For once, you have it good, Plankton. Why turn it away?"

"Because…it just feels like this won't be my victory." Plankton said.

"If you pull yourself together, it will be." Karen responded.

Plankton began to sniff. "You know what? You're right. Why the barnacles am I even crying? I have everything I have hoped for, and all of those bottomfeeders are out of my lives! I'm in the way to victory, and it appears nobody is in my way, but ME!" Plankton laughed maniacally, as he looked out the window. "And now, I got a new set of bottomfeeders to rule over! Pretty soon, the world will be MINE!" Plankton then stopped laughing. "And Karen, I would appreciate it a ton if you aided me! I really would!" he said, as he jumped on top of his wifes legs, wrapping his arms around her metal pole body.

"Only if you take me out every week." Karen said.

Plankton's smile faded. However, instead of being bitter, he just had a blank expression. "Fine." He quickly agreed.

The two remained silent for several seconds. "Wait, what the barnacles just happened?!" Plankton snapped.

"We talked like a couple." Karen said.

"Geez, that took a lot!" Plankton responded, as the two remained silent. "Sooo, what the heck do we even do now?"

…

Ember and Zoe walked through the hallways inside the school, as they then noticed the bathroom doors. They were actually vibrating from what sounded like loud rave music.

"Popular boys? Popular girls?" Zoe read the signs on the bathroom.

"Oh great, popular dweebs." Ember said.

"Eh, not a issue." Zoe noted. "Back in Miracle City, even the popular kids feared me."

Zoe attempted to walk inside, only to be pushed out by the popular kids' giant bouncer.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa! You can't come in here!" the Bouncer said. "Popular kids only!"

"Do you accept bribes?" Zoe asked.

He then lifted Zoe up. "Sorry, can't take money from unpopular kids." The Bouncer said.

"Well then…." Zoe said. A bit of her costume began to form from her fist, as she then lifted him up, and shoved him towards the wall, leaving a giant hole.

Ember then turned to the bouncer, who was knocked out. "So, you're a security guard to a bunch of kids partying inside a bathroom, huh?"

"I get good pay." he responded.

As the popular kids noticed them, their laughter broke as they all had their eyes on Zoe. "Geez, who let this freak in here?" Tad complained.

"Like ew!" Veronica said looking at Ember. "Look at those clothes! They are a total fashion disaster!"

"Not as much of a disaster you will be when your daddy cuts you off and throws you on the street." Ember insulted.

"Like, security!" Trixie said.

The bouncer, who looked furious, re-entered the school as he then walked towards Ember. In response, the ghost quickly turned around and pointed her head at the giant guard. Her ponytail then turned into a large flame, that wrapped itself around the bouncer. Somehow, the bouncer survived this, all while all of his clothes were incinerated. He covered himself looking embarrassed. As the kids saw this, they were all frightened. Man, I wasn't expecting him to survive that, she thought.

Ember then floated towards the kids. "Boo." Ember said with a smile on her face. The popular kids then ran out of the jacuzzi, and sprinted out of the bathroom shrieking.

"Bye!" Zoe waved with a smirk on her face, as she continued to stuff herself. Meanwhile, Ember then laid inside the jacuzzi.

….

The popular kids ran past Timmy walked towards his locker, only to see a note. On the note were letters cut out of a magazine.

"Meet me near the janitor's closet! Trixie Tang?!" Timmy's eyes lit up as he read the final words.

"Didn't she just run past you?" Wanda asked.

"Who cares? I knew she would fall for me! Quick guys, spray me!"

As Timmy opened his mouth, Cosmo then turned into a skunk. "NOT THAT!" Timmy shouted.

Of course, this was a trick made by Crocker, who near the closet, hid near a wall, as he waited for Timmy to show up.

By him was Azula, who looked annoyed by the whole thing. "I know I shouldn't ask, but what do you hope to accomplish with this ridiculously simple predicament you call a plan?"

"When Turner shows up, he's going to trigger the trap. The floor will open up, and take him to my trap: an electrified cage!" Crocker said, as he pressed a tile, which opened up the hole to where the cage was led. "And then, I will capture the fairies."

"Why is the net necessary then if you already have a trap set for him?" Azula asked.

"Because, his fairies are in disguise of his belongings, therefore when Turner falls, his fairies will fly up, and then I will catch them!" Crocker laughed.

Azula felt dumbfounded, as she didn't know how to respond. "I see." She calmly said. "Now, may I ask one thing: how are you not astonished by how absolutely ridiculous and contrived your plan sounds?"

"Because, I've done the calculations to prove how it could work!" Crocker said, as he pulled out a rolling white board to show those calculations. Losing all patience, Azula kicked the board away, as it crashed into a classroom.

"A HAUNTED CHALKBOARD!" a teacher shouted as he then jumped out the window.

"What gives, princess?!" Crocker complained.

"I have had it up to here with you!" Azula snapped "It took everything in me to I actually listen to all of your crazy ramblings about these supposed fairies!"

"Yes, yes, yes, I know it may seem like I'm insane, but it'll all work out in the end!" Crocker said. "This will be the proof you need.

"Proof? What do you know about proof?!" Azula snapped. "All you've done the whole day is provide contrived and absurd explanations to why you can't catch a single one! And now we're here with a pointlessly dragged out plan that will once again, leave you empty handed!"

"That is not a probability this time!" Crocker defended. "Actually it is, the success rate is 57% for this plan but that's not the point."

Azula sighed after hearing the statistics. "When are you going to face the facts that these fairies you're after, do not exist?"

"Because that is not the truth!" Crocker defended. "No matter what that Plankton wants you to believe!"

"You really think Plankton has influenced my belief?" Azula asked. "Let me go over the facts: you hardly have any proof, and from what I've seen, all of your previous plans have failed! Let me add, these are powerful creatures who can be captured by something as embarrassingly simple as a net, yet you still have trouble catching a single one!"

"I told you, it's always Turner who beats me!" Crocker argued.

"Is that what you tell yourself?" Azula asked. "Or is it really something else that holds you back? Perhaps it's just you."

Crocker felt confused by this. "What are you talking about?"

...

Meanwhile, as the two were talking, all the kids outside began to notice something in the sky. It was what resembled a giant burning meteor. In reality, it was the Death Ball still soaring towards the Earth. Inside, Dark Laser and Zim were still all screaming. As the ball got closer, the kids, along with much of Dimmsdale seeing it, began to scream and run in terror.

….

"I think even you are aware these fairies don't exist." Azula said. "Instead, they are your own little form of coping. To make amends for a miserable childhood.

Crocker didn't know how to respond, and then began to laugh hard at this. "That is the funniest statement I've heard from you, princess!" Crocker cried. "I mean I've heard it before from shrinks, but it's always funny nonetheless!" He continued to laugh.

"Won't you just think about it?" Azula asked. "You said it yourself you snapped from what you claim was your childhood, and now, you come up with mundane and overly complex schemes that usually fail! You can't even think of any cases where you have caught them. You're the only one holding yourself back from catching these fairies, mainly because, even you are aware, that they are not real."

Crocker then turned his back to Azula, thinking about her words. However, he then gripped his fingers towards the net he was holding, grinded his teeth, and lowered his eyebrows. At that moment, he began to feel nothing but anger. "I know what you're doing!" Crocker said. "You're trying to TRICK ME! You want those…FAIRIES… to YOURSELF!"

Azula remained silent. "You're joking, right?"

"You're doing exactly what you did with Plankton and that Casagrande!" Crocker shouted. "You're using those big words again to give in to you! Well I'll tell you this, princess! It's NOT GOING TO WORK ON ME!"

As Crocker kept yelling, the two still weren't aware of the giant villain base about to crash into the Earth. Pandemonium was happening all over the city, as screams were heard.

"What is going on out there?" Azula asked.

"Who cares about that?!" Crocker argued. "You might've gotten everyone on the team to fall for you, but let me remind you who the leader is, and let me remind you, you have no power over me! And you are certainly not getting those fairies! I know what game you're playing princess!"

"Would you just listen to yourself?!" Azula shouted. "You think I'm doing this for myself? I'd have no trouble capturing those fairies myself if I knew they were out there! I'm not telling you all this to trick you! It's to actually help you! You are capable of so much greater than whatever power these creatures have! Yet you waste it! No man who's capable of so much greater, would fail at something so simple! If you want to accomplish anything, then I advise you to put all this fairy nonsense behind you, and to let it all go! For once, put all that determination into something that matters!"

Crocker's anger began to die down, as his eyes rose up. He didn't know how to respond to this. In his mind, he didn't want to believe Azula. He never trusted her the moment she entered the Syndicate, and for the times she has seen her manipulate and get others to give in to her, he believed she was up to something bigger. Yet at this moment, he questioned, was this really all true? What if she genuinely was trying to help him succeed? What if she had no interest in the fairies anyways? What if letting go of these fairies was all he needed?

"I'm asking you to do just one thing: face reality." Azula ordered. "You're chasing a dream that is pointless. One that will continue to fuel your insanity, and make you powerless. Is this really what you desire?"

This was a ridiculous concept. Why would he let go of something he's spent his entire life searching after? This wasn't just a hobby, this was his LIFE. Something to fill in a basically meaningless life of teaching. Something to prove something bigger outside of this life. Something to prove himself to the world. Yet, if he just gave it up, what else would there be? This was ridiculous, especially since of all the evidence he had. The wings, wands, crowns, the pictures, all of the knowledge of Fairly World and even Da Rules, everything. All of this research and it would be all for nothing? He couldn't admit he wasted his life at this. Yet, he still couldn't capture one. He couldn't think of any incidents where he did, and even if he can, they mostly resembled dreams. It just doesn't make sense to let this all go down the drain. Just because Plankton was willing to doesn't mean he can. He doesn't want to be a miserable wreck like Plankton. Yet…maybe he already was.

At that moment, Crocker dropped the net and sighed. "Alright princess…you win." he said.

Azula didn't smirk at his response, as instead, she felt astonished by this.

At that moment, Timmy arrived at the spot the note instructed him to go. "Uh, Mr. Crocker?" Timmy asked.

"GO AWAY! F!" Crocker shouted, as he handed Timmy a paper with an F on it.

"I'm not gonna ask." Timmy said, as he walked away.

…

As the Death Ball was merely several feet away from hitting the ground, the whole scenario was total pandemonium. Zim and Dark Laser still couldn't do anything but scream until they meet their complete demise.

"Wait, now I remember! This was the button!" Dark Laser said, as he used his powers to pull down a lever.

As the Death Ball was mere inches towards the school, it actually stopped to a sudden halt, somehow standing still. This did send Zim flying across the windshield. The jets disappeared from the back of the ball, and then appeared at the bottom of the ball. This released so much smoke that it filled up the entire school area, as the ball headed back to the sky. However, the jets were also dangerously close to the school that it set it on fire. The students began to cheer at this, all while everyone inside began to ran out in terror. From all the teachers to the kids in detention, and Timmy.

"What the heck happened?!" Timmy shrieked.

Inside the popular bathroom, Zoe began to smell something. "Do you smell smoke?" Zoe asked. As Ember heard her, she began to feel a little anxious. Then a piece of the roof fell down on the buffet table. "Okay, I'm done!" Zoe blew a hole through the wall, and soared out, while Ember followed her.

Inside the school, Crocker and Azula remained still. "Why does it smell like flames?" Crocker asked. "Did you burn down the school?!"

"I wish." Azula answered.

Kilgore then passed by them, as he rode on a book cart. His glasses were busted and his wig was hanging by the side of his head. "I'm free!" Kilgore cheered. "I'm out of that wasteland of misery!" He turned to the villains. "By the way, the school's on fire! AHHHH!" The two villains followed the cart.

….

As the Death Ball headed back into space, Dark Laser wiped the sweat off his helmet. "Phew! That was a close one! Now for my revenge! But I'm too tired to fight so…" Dark Laser slammed another button.

SELF DESTRUCT INITIATED, a loud voice read.

"WHAT?!" Zim shrieked.

"Have fun, FLIPSY KILLER!" Dark Laser taunted, with the last words sounding like a growl. Several seconds later, he returned feeling awkward. "I just realized I accidentally let all the escape pods free, and the self destruct button can't be turned off so we're both doomed."

"You got any helmets around here? In case we get sucked in?" Zim calmly asked.

"Yeah, they're over there." Dark Laser pointed, as Zim ran to it.

"And do you have a trash chute that shoots out of the base or something?" Zim calmly asked.

"Yeah, they're over by the mall." Dark Laser pointed, as Zim ran towards the mall.

"WAIT A MINUTE!" Dark Laser shrieked, as he ran towards "YOU ARE NOT GETTING AWA-"

"Smell you later, you failure of a space overlord!" Zim laughed, as he left through the garbage chute, and he was shot outside, exiting out through the garbage can.

"Oh crud." Dark Laser said, as the base exploded. "VICTORY! VICTORY FOR ZIM!" Zim continued to float into space, feeling annoyed. "I just realized he destroyed my communicator." Zim said to himself. "Maybe this wasn't the smartest idea."

In the ruins, Dark Laser was able to survive the explosion, with Flipsy in his hands. "It's okay, boy. We'll find a hospital soon!" he comforted his lifeless toy. Then his phone began to ring again. "Hello? What do you mean you've turned to the light side?!" he snapped at his nephew.

….

As the cart Kilgore was on slipped off the stairs, he landed with a thud on the ground. He then landed spotted Timmy inches away, and began to walk towards him.

Meanwhile, as Crocker and Azula left the school, Mama Crocker suddenly appeared next to him.

"Denzel!" she called out. "I may need to do errands again! That and I need the van for a ride with my friends!"

"Mother, now's not the time, this isn't important!" Crocker brushed off. Azula then glared at him. "Actually, now is the time. Because you want to know what I actually think? I think you've been a horrible mother!"

"What? How can you say those awful things?!" Mama Crocker shrieked.

"You have never been there for me when I was a kid when I needed you!" Crocker said. "And now you think you can make up for it by constantly pestering me?! WELL YOU'RE WRONG! You want to know why I'm such a loser who's been chasing after these…FAIRIES?! Because of you! You weren't there to show me right and wrong! You weren't there to tuck me in at night! You weren't there for me at all, and I should've realized that sooner! You will never use me as your errand boy ever again, because I'm leaving you! FOR GOOD!"

"Denzel…I'm…I'm…" Mama Crocker began to tear up, as she was then into total tears. She ran into the van, and then took off.

Despite the sight of this, Crocker didn't know how to feel. "I..What did I just do? I should feel happy about this, but..I don't!" he said.

"You should." Azula said with a smirk. "You did the right thing. She was making you weak."

….

As Kilgore caught up to Turner, he then gave a small tug to his pants.

"What?" Timmy asked.

Kilgore tried to pull out his straw again, only to find nothing behind him. "Ah no, those bullies took it!" Kilgore cried. "They must've knocked it out of me when they used me as a football! Though none of it was as brutal as…them confessing their inner-feelings!" Kilgore cringed at the statement.

"Are you even a student here ?" Timmy asked.

"You, you are my prisoner!" Kilgore ordered.

"No I'm not?" Timmy denied.

Zoe then arrived near Kilgore, as her jetpack turned off. "Yes you are! For I have back-up!" Kilgore ordered.

"What?" Zoe asked, unaware of what's going on.

"It's Turner!" Kilgore ordered.

"Oh right." A laser then formed from out of her fist.

"Who are you guys?!" Timmy shrieked. He then backed into Ember.

"We're just doing a job, kid." Ember said, as she was about to play a loud note.

"There you all are!" Crocker said.

"Mr. Crocker?! Who are these guys?!" Timmy shrieked.

"Oh yeah um…I hired a bunch of guys to kidnap you." Crocker bluffed.

"Crocker, we have successfully got Turner!" Kilgore said. "Deploy the trap!"

"Oh him? Oh yeah, the plan's over!" Crocker said. "I don't need Turner anymore!"

"You don't?" Zoe asked.

"Pardon me for question my leader, but you serious?!" Kilgore whined. "I suffered nothing but misery all day! I had to hear teenagers mope about their inner demons!"

However, sirens began to appear in back of Ember, as vans appeared. All of them were FBI agents who jumped out of their vehicles. "There they are! It's the ghost!" Chad pointed.

"Ember, I ordered you to not attract attention!" Crocker screamed.

"Oh yeah well…it happened anyways." Ember snarked.

"DON'T MOVE, DEAD SCUM!" the agent called out, as the agents then pulled out vacuum cleaners.

Ember was nothing but annoyed by this. "Really?" she played a loud note that sent all of the agents flying, along with everybody around them. Even Timmy was sent flying into a tree.

As Kilgore, Azula and Zoe were amazed by this, Crocker's jaw was open. "You all can never come back here again! We need to leave now!"

"Wait, where is Zim?" Zoe asked.

At that moment, a Yugopotamian ship appeared, as Zim was kicked out of it. "Gee man, you are so annoying!" the voice of Mark Chang said, as he then took off.

"That answers it, let's go!" Crocker said, as he opened up a portal. As Zoe picked up Zim, all six villains left inside the portal. The green portal closed as soon as Timmy got his head out of the tree.

"What the heck just happened?!" Timmy cried out. At that moment though, Francis appeared by him, as he was wrapped up to his head in bear fur. He then gave his favorite target a wedgie.

…..

The villains arrived to the lair, as an exhausted Crocker sat on the couch, right next to Plankton.

"So…did you get those fairies?" Plankton asked.

"Nope. I found out they aren't real." Crocker answered. "Go ahead and throw your insults at me, Plankton!"

"Nah, I don't feel like it right now." Plankton responded.

"Why not?" Crocker asked.

"I'm kinda exhausted. I uh, talked with my wife about things." Plankton said.

"Are you finally divorcing her?" Crocker asked.

Plankton looked annoyed at Crocker. "No? Geez, was that really your first thought?! We're just gonna patch things up for once!"

"Eh." Crocker said.

"Are you sad about the fairies?" Plankton asked.

"Actually, I don't know how to feel!" Crocker responded. "I should be sad for wasting my life and yet…it feels like an entire weight has been taken off of me! Besides, I still got to spend that wasting time torturing children!"

"Yeah." Plankton said, as the two had small smiles on their faces. "Maybe it's best we just move on from all that. I mean, we would be nothing if we didn't."

"I guess." Crocker said. "Maybe it is best to move forward. Though the question is, what the heck are we gonna do now?"

Azula glared at the two villains moping on the couch. Of course, she did think the two were still incompetent to be leaders. Yet she didn't feel like sharing any remarks at them at the moment. The two turned at them.

"What? Are you here to mock us again, Azula?" Plankton asked.

"Nope, that wasn't my intent." Azula responded. "It appears none of you have the slightest concept about the goals this team has in store.

"Geez, no need to be blunt about it!" Plankton remarked.

"Well then, this is about to change." Azula said. "Because I actually do have a plan."

This got Crocker and Plankton's attention. "Go on, we're listening, princess!" Crocker said.

Azula smirked, as she knew she finally gained the two leaders attention. "We may not have found the magic Crocker was talking about, but we should gain some sort of power."

"For what?" Plankton asked, feeling excited. "What do you have in mind?"

"Anything, but not a giant beam that shoots a portal in the sky!" Crocker said.

"I can't say yet. But I do have something in mind." Azula said. She didn't reveal what it was, especially since for her, it was going to be a huge surprise when Ozai arrives.