Hello again Fanfictioners, and here is the eighth chapter of my fanfiction! I apologize again for the wait on the last chapter. I'll start this one right away, but first a little shout out to guest reviewer xXFemkeXx! You told me that you have been drawing Zim as a werewolf, and I must say that I would LOVE to see it! If you do not yet have a DeviantArt account, please make one, and let me know when you do, because I would love to see them posted. Anyway, the disclaimer, I do not own Invader Zim, all rights to the show belong to Jhonen Vasquez. With that, let's begin.

Dib's P.O.V.

I heard Zim utter a few choice curses, and we both stood stock-still for a few minutes. Neither party moved.

"It looks like they aren't moving until we do…" Zim said finally.

"Well, what the hell do we do now?" I hissed.

"Give Zim a moment to think!" he snapped.

A tense quiet hung in the air as we both sat inside the doorway, trying to come up with something. That was when I had what was either the smartest or the dumbest idea of my life.

"I think I've got something. Zim, can you drive a car?" I asked.

"What? Of course I can! Did you forget who you are talking to? I can pilot a spacecraft, so it should be child's play for Zim to use one of your primitive Earth-cars," he bragged.

"…You've never tried before, have you?" I asked.

"There's a first time for everything," he confidently brushed me off. "So what is this plan of yours?"

"If we can get to one of those cars, I have a pretty good understanding of electronics, so maybe I could hotwire one. If you can drive it, we could probably lose them somewhere."

He stared at me.

"That's really all you could come up with? ...That is completely stupid! Where did you even come up with something that crazy?!" he replied after a few seconds, leaning towards me and waving his arms for emphasis.

" It's not like we have another option!" I snapped back.

"I'm sure I could come up with something that wouldn't get us both killed in a terrible way, if I had enough time!"

"Time is something we don't have a lot of, Zim."

He sputtered, too angry to form a coherent sentence. I could tell he knew I was right. He exhaled deeply.

"Fine, but if the engine burns out I get the parachute."

"You really have no idea how a car works."

"Just-… Just shut your filthy human mouth and get ready to make a run for it. Go for that shiny gray one. It's closest," he said, pointing to a medium-sized silver car with a sun roof.

We both got up and stood in the doorway again.

"Ready?" he growled.

"Ready as I'll ever be…"

"NOW!"

We both tore off across the lawn, narrowly missing tripping over the lawn gnomes. We three black wolves acted seconds after we did, all trying to scramble off the newsvan at the same time. They clearly were bred for power and speed, and not reflexes, and tripped over each other, wiping out.

And then everything dissolved into chaos, a huge screaming crowd of people who only just realized that their lives were in danger. At least it bought us time.

I jiggled the door handle on the drivers side. It unsurprisingly wouldn't open.

"It's locked!" I yelled.

"Get out of the way!" Zim barked, pushing me to the side and ripping the car door off.

"I guess that works too…" muttered, climbing into the car and removing the panel under the steering wheel.

"Diiib, hurry uuup!" Zim whined worriedly.

I chanced a brief glance out the window. The three wolves had collected themselves, and were heedlessly tossing humans left and right as they slowly made their way towards us through the crowd.

"I'm going as fast as I can with one good arm!" shouted back, yanking at a handful of wires.

Suddenly the car hummed to life.

"I'm done! Get in!" I yelled, clicking the panel back into place and sliding into the passenger seat.

Zim threw himself into the car, and, panicking, assessed the controls. He twisted the steering wheel, cringing like he was expecting a sudden burst of speed. Obviously, nothing happened.

"HOW DO I MOVE THIS STUPID THING?!" he screeched.

"THE PEDALS!"

"ZIM SEES NO FLOWERS!"

"BY YOUR FEET! PRESS THE ONE ON THE RIGHT TO GO AND THE ONE ON THE LEFT TO STOP!"

Zim slammed on the gas pedal briefly, and the car shot forward, quickly and efficiently smashing into Zim's fence, and reducing a fake puffer fish to shards of plastic. One of the black wolves, who had lunged for the car, faceplanted into the ground behind it.

I grabbed the stick shift and pulled it into reverse.

"TRY AGAIN!" I yelled.

The gas pedal was slammed on once more, and the car bumped and shook as we backed over the floored wolf. We continued going backwards until we collided with another fence. I readjusted the stick shift.

"DRIVE, DRIVE, DRIVE!"

The car shot forward again, leaving the two wolves we hadn't hit in the dust behind us.

"TURN THE WHEEL TO STEER!"

Zim twisted the wheel as hard as he could, and we made a sharp turn out of the cul-de-sac. The car shot down the street, with Zim flooring the gas pedal.

So, that's all for Chapter Eight! It was somewhat short, but I hope you guys enjoyed it, and I'll start Chapter Nine right away! Be sure to review! I gotta go now. Thanks for reading! Click the little button on the top right to read the next chapter. (When I upload it.) Bless your face. If you sneezed during this Fanfiction bless you. If you understand who I'm refrencing here, please tell me. Peace off! INVADER SHADOWWOLF, OUT!