Author's Note: Happy Invader ZIM comic day!
Showdown
"You think I'm a disgusting alien? I'll bet you are! Do an X-ray on your giant pork-filled head and see how…incredibly…filled with pork…it is!"
"Pigs are filled with pork! Look how little he knows about what he claims to be his own species! He's obviously a disgusting ali—and my head's not big!"
The Wednesday Zim and Dib Face-Off had become a celebrated weekly tradition at the skool, drawing cheers, hecklers, and personal bets alike.
"Your glasses are stupid!"
"Your contact lenses are stupid!"
"Look at your stupid pointy black hair!" Zim screeched.
Dib was baffled. "You have pointy black hair too!"
"Yeah well at least I can take mine off!" Without thinking, the Irken threw off his wig and proudly displayed his antennae.
Surrounded by gasps and startled shrieks, Dib stood with his jaw hanging.
As the screams of "An alien!" began to chorus, Dib was elated. The second-to-last thing on his mind was how Zim could be so stupid.
And the very last thing on his mind was the fifty-dollar wager he had put up that he could prove Zim was an alien…
…that everyone had taken him on.
Security
It always came in handy that Zim was small and light on his feet. As much as he loved to make himself known, there was a time for that and a time for subtlety.
Such as when infiltrating the enemy.
His PAK was twice as heavy from the explosives he intended to plant on the Dib. Getting to his destination stealthily required a lot of acrobatic maneuvers, but none so acrobatic that the sensitive Irken dynamite he carried would be jarred.
Over the fence and up to a window, Zim peered into the human's bedroom.
"Filth-child won't know wha—" he barely had time to whisper before his mighty invader ocular implants adjusted to the dark chamber to see that it was…pink? The walls were too pink to belong to Dib…
'The sister dwells here?' he thought. 'But the Dib-thing's room has always been on this side of the house.' Though confused, he accepted the situation and moved to the opposite side of the house. He stuck a hand through the window of this room quietly and threw the explosives before taking cover outside.
Behind the closed door of the first bedroom, Dib enjoyed the sound of the explosion that destroyed his sister's Gameslave; her flesh-eating security dolls; everything the evil child held dear—and afterwards he snickered at the ominous footsteps down the hallway, and Gaz's furious screech at the discovery of what had happened. He cracked open his door and risked a glance. Gaz was marching through the new giant hole in her wall, towards a very baffled and terrified Zim in the bushes.
As the chase began, Dib relaxed on his bed. Painting his room to mirror his sister's had been well worth it.