A/N: Wow, I've actually reached the final chapter. I don't know whether to be relieved or sad. I like to take this time to personally thank GazmRules for reviewing EVERY SINGLE CHAPTER! I love reading your kind reviews; thanks so much! I would also like to thank nvtertak1, bloodshed gal, Invader KT, and Aktress. You guys are the best! So, here it is, the final chapter of The Crazy Insanity of Mib and Friends:

Chapter 9 – How things got sorted out and back to normal – sort of

Mib sucked on her Slurpee straw, savoring the taste on pina colata in her mouth. It was the only way she could calm down after going into her 'extreme sports' mood. She looked down at Zim, who was bandaging her burned arm.

"You better not do anything funny to her Zim" said Dib from the corner where he was leaning against the wall, arms crossed. Gaz was sitting across from Mib at Zim's kitchen table, playing her Gameslave, while GIR watched her avidly.

"Now what do we do?" asked Mib, flexing her bandaged arm.

Dib looked at her pensively. "I'd like to know how you're alive."

Zim looked up. "So would I" he said.

Gaz grunted and GIR said "Cow", which Mib took as yeses. She looked at her hands.

"Well," she began, "when I fell, my arms were flailing all over the place, and I somehow managed to grab the underside of the catwalk, but the heat from the fire was burning my arm that was dangling down, so that's how I got this" she gestured to her bandaged arm. Then a soldier walked by me, and I stole his laser guns, hoisted myself up, and, well, that's basically it. It's pretty boring." Everyone shrugged and Dib said, "Whatever, I'm just glad that you're alive."

"So…" said Mib. "As I was saying, now what?" Zim looked at her with that one-eye-opened-one-eye-halfway-shut look of his and said, "What do you mean, now what?" Mib looked up at him.

"Well, what about you and your Empire?"

"Oh" said Zim. "That. Well, I don't really know."

Dib looked up hopefully. "Does this mean I've won?" "Shut up Dib-worm!" yelled Zim. "Of course it doesn't you idiot!" Gaz snickered.

Zim shrugged off the question and asked Mib, "What about you? What are you doing now?" Mib frowned and her eyes clouded over. "I don't know. I'd really like to stay here…" she trailed off and bit her lip.

Suddenly a voice from the corner said, "Well why don't you?" It was Dib.

Mib gasped. "Oh, no I couldn't intrude… besides, my parents would miss me."

They were pondering this predicament when suddenly a paper airplane flew down from the sky. It said:

Mib,

Your parents have suffered a severe loss of memory. They now will allow you to stay with your cousins for the entire year, as long as you visit them for Christmas and Easter.

Sincerely,

The Authoress

"Well that clears that up!" said Mib cheerfully.

She turned to Zim and said slowly, "Well, you can turn down this offer if you want because you have such a big ego, but maybe you'd like to stay here. You could still try to conquer Earth and everything, just not for your Empire, just for your own personal gain."

Zim stared and then said, slightly revolted, "Stay on this filthy spinning dirt ball?" he spat out. Mib nodded.

"Besides" continued Zim, "he would probably kill me off." He pointed an accusing finger at Dib.

Dib growled at Mib, "Yeah and how can I stop him if you gave him permission to stay here?"

"Easy. You two can still fight each other; I give my permission." said Mib. Then she grinned. " And for the record, I'm impartial. So, have we got a deal?"

Zim nodded curtly and shook everybody's hands. Thought he would never, ever admit it, he was actually looking forward to staying. In the future, if Mib asked him why he agreed, Zim would just plainly state, "I wanted to learn how human function so I know your weaknesses for when I RULE THE WORLD!" Mib would just laugh and go off to cook dinner. She knew better.

"You are going down Zim! I'm exposing you tonight!"

"I'd like to see you try, Dib-worm!"

Zim and Dib were arguing at the Membrane dinner table, their faces inches from each other.

"Guys!" yelled Mib, who was sweating over the stove, wearing an apron. "Don't shout. Oh, and Dib? I don't want Secret Service Agents bursting into the house during dinner again. And Zim?" she said, turning to him, "Save the satellite beam thing till after dinner. I slaved over this thing for two hours. Nothing is going to ruin it. Nothing!" For a second, Mib looked quite insane. Then her smile returned. She fished a huge casserole dish out of the oven "Pray that this goes well" she murmured, trying to cut a piece out of it onto Zim's plate. "Please, please, please – OH CRAP – wait, never mind, it's fine." She breathed a sigh of relief, giving out portions to everyone.

Dib munched on a spoonful and said to Mib with his mouth full, "You know, this is really good. What did you put in it?"

Mib shrugged. "I've got no idea really. I just threw stuff together. Don't worry," she added hastily, as Zim looked up in horror, "I made sure that it's nothing that you're allergic to."

"Good" said Zim grudgingly. "Because if you did, I'd have to kill you."

Mib just laughed sarcastically.

The dinner went fairly well, with no interruptions, but, as with all good things, they must come to an end. Just as Mib was putting the dishes in the sink, a tank burst into the house, with GIR laughing manically inside it. Zim soon joined him.

Dib cried out, pulled some lasers from his pocket, and the almighty Battle of the Kitchen began.

Mib took one glance at the fight, sighed, and went up stairs to her bedroom. 'Oh well' she thought. 'There's always tomorrow.'

And with that she closed her bedroom door to the tumult outside.

THE END

A/N: Wow….. I can't believe that the story is actually over. Weird… So, anyway, thanks again devoted readers, and for the last time in this story, Invader Gilly is singing off.

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~Gilly

P.S. ~ Oh, yeah, maybe some of you D.R.s (devoted readers) didn't know, but I started a BRAND NEW story. It's called 'Doomy Sports'. Try it, ya might like it. It is FULL OF RANDOM HUMOR!

~Gilly