Invader Zim: Might of the Empire.
Chapter 2: Reassignment
Zim dusted a few random bits of debris from his uniform, before smiling widely and descending the mountain of shattered glass and crushed bodies that were currently surrounding his personal ship.
"I was thinking for my celebratory parade back on Irk, we could go with skip the whole parade thing and go straight to the part where I get a giant gold statue of myself erected next to the honorary plaque declaring me AS THE GREATEST INVADER WHO EVER LI-"
The egotistical alien missed the last of the makeshift steps leading down from his ship, causing him to slip and fall face first into a puddle of green ichor that had pooled around the mangled remains of the unlucky irkens his ship was now parked on top of.
"ARGH! STUPID INSIGNIFICANT PUDDLE! HOW DARE YOU COAT THE GLORIOUS IMAGE WHICH IS ZIM WITH YOUR STUPID, SMELLY GOO!" Zim began to kick at the puddle of blood aggressively, splashing the nearby audience members who had been just a seat or two away from getting crushed or sucked into the vacuum of space. "Now where was I?" he paused after he decided that the offending bodily fluids had been punished for their heinous actions. "Ah, yes! I would like the plaque to read-"
Zim's train of thought was suddenly derailed as his eyes got a clearer picture of his surroundings. His view drifted from place to place around the auditorium. The first thing he noticed was the complete lack of his favorite snacks, when he had sent a long list to the Tallests months ago to have prepared for him once Earth was conquered. He then picked out the image of Skoodge standing center stage surrounded by a pile of confetti, who gave him a friendly wave. Finally, he looked up at the giant digital banner hanging from the ceiling which read: HOORAY FOR INVADER SKOODGE! in big bold letters.
"Hey wait a minute…" Zim said as his mind processed what he just saw. "You guys spelled my name wrong! And where are the nachos? ZIM cannot celebrate his greatest triumph without nachos!"
"Crap! Think fast, Red! You knew something like this was going to happen!" The Tallest began frantically racking his brain for a possible way out of the current situation. "He's going to get it through his thick skull eventually that this isn't for him, and when he does… unless…"
A smug grin suddenly appeared on Tallest Red's face as he floated over towards the edge of the stage
"Well Zim, we were originally planning to have one big party for both you and Skoodge-"
"What? But I'm the one who did all of the work! The honorary plaque is to be MINE AND MINE ALONE!" Zim blurted in protest.
"-which why we decided that since you are such a superior invader, we were going to commission a brand new battleship for you to ride back to Irk."
Purple snickered as he heard that last part. "Yeah, like that would happen."
"Hmm," Zim mused over the prospect for a moment. "Yes, a brand new flagship would be most worthy to celebrate my GLORIOUS victory on. TAKE ME TO IT IMMEDIATELY! I bet it's easily twice the size of The Massive!"
"Ah, the problem is that a Meekorb strike force seized control of the shipyard that was building it, and we need you, the 'greatest invader ever', to go there immediately and eliminate the opposition."
"So! The vile Meekorb think they can deprive ZIM of his new flagship? WELL THEY ARE WRONG! Thank you My Tallest for allowing me the opportunity to personally exact revenge against those… HORRIBLE energy creatures. I Shall depart IMMEDIATELY! Come GIR!"
"Adventure!" The defective SIR unit jumped with excitement from head to head of the remaining audience members until he returned to his master's side, his tower of stolen snacks balanced perfectly on his flat-topped head.
"Uh, Zim? Your Voot Cruiser looks a little beat up, why don't you take one of the Spittle Runners in the hanger and I'll send you the coordinates to the shipyard." Red added in as Zim was about to climb back into his ship.
"Oh, Thank you my Tallest, I promise to not let you down!" Zim said as he grabbed ahold of GIR and ran out of the room and down to one of the two hanger bays along The Massive's exterior.
As soon as the small irken had left the room, Tallest Red quickly burst into uncontrollable laughter, which lasted almost a minute straight.
"Man, that was so hard to say with a straight face!" Red said between huge gasps for air.
"Well everyone, that's our show for tonight," Purple said as the rest of the fleet returned to formation around The Massive; the symbol of the Irken Military now burned into the Earth's surface. "I know that there was sort of an interruption…and some of you in the audience… died… But still, no refunds! Now goodnight!"
Slowly, the remaining audience members began exiting the auditorium, leaving behind a mess of empty snack bags, crushed seats, broken glass, and dead bodies in their wake. Skoodge was about to jump down from the stage and leave as well, when Tallest Red suddenly put a hand on his shoulder and stopped him.
"Hey Skoodge, before you head out, I need you to meet me in Secret Room #4 in about an hour."
"Oh cool! What for?"
"It's a secret, I can't tell you right now."
"Yes My Tallest, I shall head there right away!" Skoodge said with a salute has he vaulted off the stage and proceeded to run out of the room, only to trip on a dead body on the way out.
"Ow! I'm okay!" the stout invader gave a thumb's up, before pulling himself up and proceeding out the double doors. As the doors closed behind him, Purple joined Red at the edge of the stage.
"Just what are you planning, exactly?" Purple asked
"A solution to our Meekorb problem," Red said as he steepled his two fingered hands together.
"And those coordinates you gave Zim?"
"They'll lead him straight to Mortia."
"Oooh, the zombie planet. Nice touch." Purple gave a nod of agreement as he pushed a button on his communicator.
"Oh Bobby, the crowd left a slight mess in the viewing room this time, could you swing by and take care of it?"