The Tallest Gene
Disclaimer: I don't own Invader Zim. I do own the funniness of this fic tho.
"The evidence is rather...unreal," Agent Darkbootie finally said.
"I still say the footage was faked," said a silhouette with a key for an earring, "Mothman has consistently failed to prove his theories. His evidence seems to sudden to be real..."
Agent Mothman gritted his teeth, "Dammit, why can't you believe me?! What about all the samples I sent? The machines, parts, the data?"
Darkbootie turned slightly to the side to glance at something and nodded, "Yes, I have wondered about those samples...What did you do with them anyway, Nessie?"
Agent Nessie sighed and typed on the keyboard before replying.
"From what I've been able to glean, the information is genuine. But the physical samples Mothman have sent us are too...impossible. I can't believe it."
"What?! You mean you had this data the entire time?" Exclaimed Disembodied Head, "You mean to say Agent Mothman has been sending the relevant data to you and you haven't bothered to go further into researching them simply because you can't believe it?!"
"It isn't how it sounds!"
"Then pray tell how does it sound? You haven't been wrong about anything thus far Nessie, but I had hoped since that last incident with the Chubacabra had knocked some sense into you!"
"OI!"
The arguing heads of the Swollen Eyeball Network stopped arguing with their screens and turned their silhouettes to look at Dib.
"Despite the fact you still don't believe me about Zim, I have a mission to finish and that means beating that Irken! Hes preparing to take over the Irken Empire! Hes become...Tall!"
"Errr," mumbled Tuna Ghost skepically, "Tall?"
"Irkens have a hiercarchy based of height, the taller you are, the higher your position," explained Dib frantically, "The Almighty Tallests are their leaders, their Icon of royalty and power! And Zim is taller than them!"
The Agents stared at him, but this time instead of revulsion they seemed to be complentating him carefully. Agent Darkbootie sighed, "Well Agent Mothman we-"
Whatever they were going to say didn't seem to matter as the entire house suddenly began to tremble slightly. Lights flickering Dib looked around fearfully. The Eyeball Network appeared to be having the same problem. Darkbootie's screen was hazy now and partially filled with white static. Nessies had become silent, and the other two had been shouting in fear.
"Did you feel that Mothman?" Asked Darkbootie, "People are shouting...Nessie? Nessie? Are you there?"
"Shes been disconnected," said the blurry image of Disembodied Head with a cough, "Whatever it was, it was poqerful. My ccomputers are saying that the entire United State's power grid has been drained!"
"By whom?"
"The coordinates point directly to your area code Agent Mothman! The address of that Zam!"
"Zim," groaned Dib as he massaged his aching head. That alien loved givinging him migraines.
"I'm sending our best people, Agent Mothman," said Darkbootie, suddenly crisp and military-like, "Tuna Ghost, round up the old crowd, no doubt the General is aware of the situation. I'll meet you at the alien's home."
Dib nodded, "Yessir!"
DONE! Hallelujah!