Hey my peeps! I'm soooooooooooooooooooooooooo sorry that I didn't update yesterday. I was in a shitty mood. Anyway, in checking my email, I discovered that the bestest thriller/ paranormal show in the universe, Fringe, MAY BE FRIGGIN CANCELLED!*hyperventilates and Mr. Doctor Guy tazes Mars AGAIN* OmigodOmigodOmigod! You people HAVE TO WATCH IT! It comes on at 9 pm on Thursdays and is awesome! FRINGE MUST LIVE ON FOR AS LOOOOOOOOOOONG AS POSSIBLE! HELP IT GET MORE THAN ONLY 5 MILLION VIEWERS! IF U R LIKE ME, YOU W.I.L.L. LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOVE IT!

Oh…sorry…I, uh think I'm freaking you out…now…*face turns as red as Tallest Red's eyes* here's your story….

Gir quote of the day: Doom Song!

Chapter 4

As soon as the doors closed when we got inside, my parents started questioning me.

"What did you do?" They cried in unison.

"Mom, Dad, now is not the time to get all angry at me. Just stay quiet for a minute." I replied. I turned on my watch communicator.

"Admiral R, come in." I said. My best friend, Rimy, was the captain of the 3rd division of the IPE. Admiral R was her codename.

"Roger that, Alpha. What's the problem?" She asked.

"Status report on the incoming invasion." I ordered.

"The large ship that appeared first has been accompanied by about 5 other smaller ships. There seem to be more coming." Rimy replied.

"Copy that…." I said, worried.

"Giz-" My mother started.

"Mom, Dad, it's about time I told you that I'm the head of the Irken Palace Elite." I stated, cutting her off. "The Admiral R I was talking to was actually Rimy. She's the captain of the final division of the IPE, the Beta Team."

Silence followed my explanation.

"Wha?" Was all my father could utter.

"When did this happen?" My mother asked, upset.

"I've been the head for about 3 years, Mom." I replied. "Remember when you sent me away on those retreats that kept coming up?"

"…Yes," Mom said slowly.

"Those were actually IPE missions," I whispered. "Over 3 years I've conquered about 20 other planets."

"Wow… you've conquered more planets than in the history of any Invader." My Dad said, surprised.

"This is -" My mother started again.

"EXCELLENT!" Dad finished for her.

"No Zim! Not excellent! Oh my god Gizella, did you cause this invasion?" Mom yelled.

"No Mom, I didn't! I have no idea how or why this started!"

"Well, y-you're not the head of the IPE anymore!" Mom said, flustered.

"Yes, she is." Dad said, defending me.

"What?" Mom shrieked

"Gaz, Giz needs this type of experience. She'll continue with the mission at hand." Dad said. "Don't be the one to hold her back."

Mom looked at my dad, speechless. I decided that this was my time to go.

"Thanks, Dad!" I said, hugging him. Then, before he could change his mind, I rushed down the hall.

Air blew my hair back while I was running.

"Activate armor!" I yelled into my communicator. Within seconds, my flowing coronation dress had turned into .5-pound armor, silver and burgundy all over. (I'll leave it's appearance to your imagination) Just then, I heard robotic screeching around the corner.

"I LOVE YOU, CUPCAKE!" The voice yelled. I rounded the corner to the source of the noise.

"What the-" Was all I could say before something silver with cyan-colored eyes tackled me.