I do not own SuperJail! or Invader Zim okay? So glad to see people liked the last chapter so I am going to try to keep that steam going. (I have proven I can do that when I want to.) So anyway, enough of this A/N, on with the fic!
"Superjail? Nothing I did was illegal, that I know of." Dib said as he looked around the office wondering just what he did this time. Was it one too many calls to the FBI? Dib then looked up at the man with confusion. He claimed he was his uncle. "Dad never mentioned a brother."
"Well what your father never mentions to you could fill a library. But I am indeed your Uncle Warden." The Warden said as he pulled out one of Dib's hairs causing him to wince in pain. "See I'll prove it for you." He took the hair over to a machine and pulled one of his own to match it. "We usually use this for mere record keeping on who died in a riot or whatever, they get so bloody, but we can also find next of kin this way. Like we are supposed to by law...ugggh those congressmen who should be in here take all the fun out of this job." The warden adjusted a few controls on the machine. "Simple test to compare your paternal grandfather genetic markers to my father's and you'll see." Dib looked over the Warden's shoulder This guy has to be making it up, has to be. Black hair and the same style of glasses does not a genetic relation make... The machine dinged. "And as you see little Dibby poo, you are genetically my nephew. And no, I do not intend to throw you to the jail."
"Who is this kid Warden?" A gruff voice said from behind Dib, picking him up by the collar of his trench coat.
"Oh Alice, this is my nephew. I told you he was coming for a summer program at the request of my brother."
"Oh. My bad sir." Alice said dropping Dib, who turned to look at the guard, a redheaded, muscular woman-looking person. He wasn't sure if Alice was born that way or just a guard in drag, but he knew that whatever Alice was, Dib was not going to get on the wrong side of her.
"Now, let us get started little Dibby-poo, you will learn all about how SuperJail works, its design, which is all of my own working. My blood sweat and tears went into it and building it." The Warden said guiding Dib along the hallways. "You will learn how the human mind works, how it can be exploited to reform the prisoners and change society."
"Uhhhhhhhh...okay..." Dib said, weirded out from where he ended up, and just what he was around.
Meanwhile Zim stood holding his gravy squirt gun looking towards where Jailbot had taken Dib and flown off with him. Just what was that thing, and why did it go after Dib? Dib was his nemesis and no one else's and he was going to be the one to destroy him. No one else. "You will not steal Zim's nemesis you flying robot!" He yelled as he threw down the squirt gun and headed back into his base. He was going to find Dib and bring him back and finish his plans to destroy him there at his base! "Computer!" Zim yelled.
"What?" Zim's computer moaned.
"I need you to try and track a robot that came by."
"Why?" The AI sighed.
"Because I told you to!" Zim yelled back. "I am your master!"
"Regretfully." The AI moaned. "So what is it you want me to try and track?"
"About 30 minutes ago, a white rectangular robot with helicopter blades picked up Dib and flew to the east. What can you do about it?" Zim asked.
" I can try to pick up on the trail of exhaust and maybe Dib's bio-signature if it can be obtained, you do have samples of it on file." The AI said.
"Do that!" Zim yelled. "And when you have his location, send that to the navigator on the Voot Cruiser!"
"Sure." The AI sighed and began the tracking process.
"GIR!" Zim said.
"YES MY MASTER!" GIR said dropping down from the ceiling holding a pig and jar of hazelnut spread.
"Just what are you doing with the pig and that spread?" Zim asked.
GIR's eyes turned blue. "I don't know."
"Never mind that." Zim sighed, knowing whatever response was going to be ridiculous anyway. "I need you to come with me while we get Dib and bring him back to destroy. I will not let my evil plans go to waste! Once the computer has Dib's trail, we are going to follow it and finish what I started!"
"Yaaaaaay! Going on a trip!" GIR said as he grabbed a beach ball and sunglasses and a pig and headed to the Voot cruiser.
"Just whatever." Zim sighed, knowing it was useless to argue with GIR.
Dib sighed as he sat with his uncle and looked at the hardened criminals in a line up. "Now turn to the left!" The Warden said as the prisoners turned in various directions. Just what this would do to help correct their behavior or rehabilitate them into society, Dib had no real clue, but he was stuck here, so might as well go along with it. "Ugggghhhh no! Let's try the right!" Same thing happened. "No! No! No! No! No! Superjail's Christmas in July Nutcracker Prison Ballet Suite is in 3 weeks and I don't see 5 sugar plums, I see 5 guys who don't know their moves and don't seem to care! There I said it!" The Warden pouted.
"Ummmm... what is going on here?" Dib asked Jared, knowing he'd get a better answer out of him.
"Well you see Dib, The Warden here thought it would a nice festive touch and improve prisoner morale if they had a Christmas in July celebration so he's going all out. And picked 5 of the toughest and most violent prisoners to put on a Nutcracker ballet for the prison." Jared explained.
"Okay so other than morale, what does ballet have to do with anything?" Dib sighed.
"Well it's one of the Warden's more, calm methods of handling the prisoners. He thinks that if men with reputations like these are taught something that requires discipline and is very nonviolent like ballet, then maybe they can be rehabilitated. It's one of the nicer programs he puts on to get the funding he needs for his more devious one. Although I don't know if he even knows what devious is..." Jared sighed.
"Well that's an idea...I guess..." Dib sighed. Frankly he didn't know what to think but just to go with what was happening. He hadn't been into the jail itself yet as The Warden figure the Nutcracker Ballet rehearsal would be a good introduction to what he did. Clearly his uncle was unhinged but not totally careless. Made him wonder if it was just the life that he had growing up or if some of this ran in the family and if it did run, then was he, Dib, disturbed a little as well? No you can't think like that. You're not insane, headstrong at times, maybe but not insane... he thought as he continued to watch his uncle berate convicted felons of not being graceful flowers while bound in prison sculpted muscle. Nice idea Dad... He thought as he dozed off, noticing what looked like two long blonde haired men wearing jumpsuits pop in the room
"Look at that brother. He looks a lot like the Warden." One of the Twins said.
"Indeed." The other nodded. Dib looked up at them curiously.
"Oh no! We have been spotted."
"Let us flee!" with this they poofed out of the room.
"Just what the hell was that?" He asked as he turned back to the Warden and Jared going over the finer points of Christmas ballet.
Zim paced his base, packing the Voot Cruiser with any weaponry he would need to save then destroy Dib. He had kept GIR busy in the backseat with a bunch of taquitos and a pig when he finally heard form the AI. "Master! I have found Dib."
"Finally, what took you so long?" Zim yelled.
"The location Dib was taken to. It is called Superjail! and run by a Mark Williams as the Warden. Weird stuff happens there." Zim's Computer said.
"This is Dib we're talking about. He's into all that paranormal stuff." Zim dismissed. "So this is a prison?"
"Yes." The AI explained.
"Nice, so Dib got himself into trouble with the law!" Zim smirked greedily.
"I do not think so. According to bio-signatures, the Warden is a relative of Dib's by his father's blood. I do believe that from what data I had gathered about the place that the warden is Dib's uncle. And his behavior leads me to believe that insanity is a genetic trait in humans. There is also a midget with a big head and a muscular figure I cannot determine is male or female with him." Zim's computer added.
"Well, do you have the coordinates entered into the Voot Crusier?" Zim asked.
"Yes." The AI sighed. "Just be careful Master. While I do not like you, I am programmed to warn you about harm when you do something incredibly stupid like break into this place to get Dib."
"Your opinion has been noted and ignored." Zim said as he got into the cruiser. " Come GIR." He said as he started the ship up. As the ship flew, Zim lay back, twirling his laser gun, ready, at least in his mind for whatever he would need to do to get Dib out and destroy him at his base. As they approached the island, the usual purple clouds that looked like the Warden appeared and a volcanic island was seen. "Huh? I didn't think there was volcanic islands this far east?" Zim said looking around as the ship paused over the exercise yard of Superjail. He turned to GIR. "I need you to keep the ship here. I will go in, get Dib and will need you to pull us back in so we can head back to the base."
"YES SIR!" GIR saluted, eyes turning red, then back to playing a game of Go Fish with a pig in the back. "Piggy doesn't have any sevens! He needs to go fish!"
"Yes yes..." Zim dismissed. "Now I will go in and get Dib!" Zim said as he jumped from the Voot Cruiser to the yard.
As Zim left the Twins appeared in his seat. "This must be that Irken's SIR unit."
"Little robot, do you want to go home?" The other twin asked of GIR, sensing this one wasn't loyal or at least very stupid.
"Sounds like fun!" GIR said. "Just hit that button" he said pointing to a big red button "And we will go back to the base and I will throw us a party and have a cake!"
"Okay." The twins said as they pressed the button then disappeared. "See you."
"See you too!" GIR waved as the Voot Cruiser headed back to the base. As the cruiser left, Zim fell face first onto the concrete below.
"GIR!" Zim yelled standing up and looking around. "Ugggggh I shouldn't have trusted him on that. Should have gotten a mongoose or Minimoose or someone else to stay and watch the ship. No matter. I am a mighty Irken Invader. I can get out of here."
"And just who the hell are you?" One of the inmates said looking at the form of the Irken on the ground. "And what the hell are you doing here?"
So how was that? Good? Bad? Short? Long? Let me know in a review. Glad to see you readers like this idea and now that Zim is in Superjail! too with the inmates, the opportunities for craziness boggle the mind. I don't have much else to say here so remember to read (well you just did) and to review. Ciao for now,
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