I'm finally here in Florida, and now I can continue the story of how the Irken Empire became not so…empire-y. For those who have no idea what's going on in this story, you should go read the first volume….If you feel like it. Or not. Or whatever. Hop you guys enjoy it!

I, E.Vital, do not own any of the terms or characters in the Invader Zim TV show. I do own Bobby and Sally Bledsoe, though .

Bobby leaned back in the reclining seat of his silver cruiser, his hands tucked comfortably behind his head, his long, blue-jeaned legs propped up on the dashboard. He balanced a fountian pen on his nose.

An old Marx Brothers movie played on the moniter below the windshield, and Bobby chuckled as he watched, though he'd seen this film at least twelve times already. He'd been traveling through space for about five more months now and had made frequent rest stops, mostly at desolate moons and uninhabited planets. Ever since the incident at Flooschnik, he'd learned to lay low with any other intellegent life forms. You never know what sort of creatures are out there, he thought, and who knows? Maybe racism isn't just limited to humanity.

Still, the past couple of months had been pretty uneventful, and Bobby would've gone mad with boredom if it weren't for the thousands of movies, tv shows, and video games he'd remebered to download to Baby, not to mention his extensive country music collection. What's more, he wouldn't have had the faintest idea as to where he was supposed to go, if it weren't for the vague coordinates emailed to him a long time ago by that Agent Mothman guy.

"Incoming transmission", came Baby's voice.

"Oh. Good. Baby, play transmission," Bobby said, sitting up with a smile.

The movie on the moniter paused, and another window popped up in front of it on the screen. Sally's blurry, pixillated image appeared, and the pre-recorded message began to play.

"Hi Bobby! How are you, sweetheart? I'm just writing to check in and say hello. Everything's going good down here on Earth. Remember Kim and Roger, that sweet old couple from the apartment building? They called. They're finally getting married next week! They wanted to know if you wanted to be the ring-bearer at the ceremony. I guess they think you're still a little kid, since it's only been a year and a half since they last saw you. I told the you were away at camp. I don't know when you'll get this message, so this might be belated, but…." She ducked out of the screen for a second, then came back onscreen with a party cone hat and threw a handful of confetti in the air while blowing a party favor whistle. "Happy Birthday honey! I love you! Ohhh, I miss you so much, sweetheart. I hope you're keeping warm up there. Don't forget to wear a sweater.Write back as soon as you can!"

"End Transmission" came Baby's smooth voice, and the message window closed.

Bobby grinned, shaking his head. Mom had been sending so many transmissions lately. She was probably lonely. She should get out alittle; go on a few dates, he thought.

"Oh well, better respond right away or she'll worry," he muttered to himself. He was just about to record a message when Baby's voice came again.

"Incoming transmission."

"Another one? Jeez! Mom must be bored. Maybe she should get a dog or something…Okay, Baby. Play transmission," Bobby sighed.

"Yaaaaarrrggghhh!!!" Bobby yelped, falling out of his seat with fright as a holographic image appeared right in front of his nose.

It was a green face, with a high, hairless brow and two long antennae. It had a high starched collar that covered the entire bottom half of it's face so that all Bobby could see were two round, purple eyes and the bald green head.

"Attention Foreign Space Craft. You are entering an Irken Territory Field. You do not have clearance for entry," said the floating head in a hoarse, raspy male voice. "Identify yourself, or prepare for elimination."

Bobby blinked dumbly. Do he just say Irken Territory? Excitement bubbled up inside him.

"I-I made it! I'm here! I'm actually here! Ohmigosh, I can't believe it !" Bobby laughed aloud. "This is SOOOO MAJORLY COOL!!"

"I repeat. Foreign Space Craft, identify yourself!" said the floating head.

Bobby scrambled back into the cockpit. He'd better say something quick.

Well, that's it for today. I hope you guys liked it.

E.V.