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May God bless you all.


Tenn was finding every Earth document on the subject. It seems as though many regarded this Roswell, New Mexico thing as a misunderstanding. However, there were a few conspiracy theorists out there that actually had some good leads. And of course, the bigheaded Membrane was at the top of the list. It's amazing how many things he had uncovered. Workers who disappeared shortly afterward, witnesses who later "went mad", government officials that got involved, the works.

Still, though there wasn't really anything for her to go off, at least not when it came to finding him. Truth be told she hadn't even alerted the Tallest about Spork faking his own death. But then again if…

"No!" She shouted realizing she couldn't think that way.

Tenn sighed. It was the bigheaded boy who seemed to study a great deal about this. Heck, it was him who had at least partially discovered Spork's route. She supposed it was about that time again to "ask"…

…for a little help from the older Membrane child.


"All right! Come on!" Gaz shouted as she hit him with everything she had. "Die!"

"General Swazar defeated." Said the game narrator.

"Yes!" Gaz shouted. "Finally!"

She turned to Zim…

…who was sound asleep on the console.

"Really?" Asked Gaz as she approached him.

She thought about waking him up… but nah… he had been training her for quite some time. Nah it was time to get to bed herself anyway.

Gaz yawned as she headed up the elevator.

It had been a long day.

"So, what plans do my children have for the long weekend?" Asked The Professor though it was from the screen as he wasn't actually there.

"Video games, probably." Answered Gaz.

"Eh, I think I may go check something out." Said Dib.

"You mean go work in the garage with your nerd friend?" Asked Gaz.

"Now, Gazlene, nothing wrong with being a nerd." Said The Professor.

"Yeah, plus not like you're gaming… alone." Dib said. He also gave her the eye as he said the last word.

"Oh! Gaz!" Said the professor. "Did you make a friend!?"

"No!" Gaz quickly retorted. "He just has some really advanced video games. That's all."

"He?" Asked the Professor.

"You know what, think I'll head out now." She said as she finished her breakfast and took her bowl to the sink.

"Okay, honey be safe and remember your curfew." Said the professor as the screen floated up to the ceiling.

"Ow!" Said Dib as he felt a fist hit his arm.

"What was that about?" he asked.

"You know." Came the reply as Gaz headed out.

"Oh, so you get to point out my choice of company but I can't point out yours?" Asked Dib.

"There's a difference." Said Gaz. "I don't need dad getting all… well dad like about me hanging out with… I guess I can say a boy."

"Okay, fine… sorry." Said Dib as he too put up his bowl.

"Why are you helping them anyway? Mr. self-proclaimed defender of earth?" Gaz asked as she opened the door.

"What? Oh, you weren't there. Well, long story short, apparently some of the irkens had some kind of secret mission. They weren't supposed to invade they were actually supposed to like… form treaties or something like that." Dib explained.

"Really? And let me guess Zim was one of those invaders?" Gaz asked.

"Yup, and Tenn apparently, but it was so secret that even they didn't know." Said Dib.

With that, his sister left and he was alone.

Finally, He thought as he ran upstairs and got on his computer. Immediately he began looking at everything he could on the Roswell, New Mexico incident. However, there wasn't much to go on. A theory here, a sighting there, witnesses who were never heard from again. However nothing really substantial. He then went over the list of military personnel working at the time. Not all of that info was available to him but what was… was okay. Nothing really too useful to be honest.

Dib sighed.

None of this would help with his search for Spork.

Then an idea struck him. It was only around 50 years ago, perhaps there was someone still alive. Dib typed in his computer and found that many retired military vets were still alive. Though most lived pretty far away,… well there was one.

Dib looked up his name. An old General who was a private at the time, over 80 years old according to his records… Name…

Dib Gasped. Could it be? He thought.

Jorge… Jorge Rodriguez.


"Come on now!" Shouted Zim as Gaz lost for the third time in a row to the level 2 boss.

"What how can she even do that?" She asked.

"Her body is pure crystal you're not going to be able to use lasers at all." Responded Zim. "Now try it again!"

Gaz grunted but prepared herself for round 4 against the crystal boss…

…only to be pummeled when trying to melee attack her.

"How?" Asked Gaz.

"Indeed how are you failing this badly?" Asked Zim.

"No! Wait what!?" Really?" Asked Gaz as she approached the alien. "I can't shoot her with lasers or get her in close combat and you're wondering why I'm failing."

"That's what you have the virtual pak for! You need to be able to access much of the arsenal inside!" Replied Zim.

"You and… your pak…" Gaz said as she walked past him to the elevator.

Zim followed and the two shot up to the kitchen on Gaz's orders.

"Got any snacks?" She asked as they arrived. "I need to refuel."

"Help yourself." Said Zim as he went to the couch and turned on the tv.

Gaz grabbed some chips and a soda and soon joined him on the couch.

"So… Dib told me about your secret mission." Said Gaz in-between bites.

"Oh did he now…" Replied Zim.

"So, you were supposed to be an ambassador or something?" She asked.

Zim put his elbow on the arm of the couch.

"It doesn't matter. Whatever Zim was supposed to be died when Spork faked his death." He replied.

"So you're not even going to try and figure out what his mission for you was?" Asked Gaz.

"The Tallest assigned Zim a new mission in the second Operation Impending Doom, so any mission Zim had before that…"

Zim paused for a moment.

"…anyway like I said it doesn't matter."

"Then why are the tallests so interested in it?" Asked Gaz.

"What's with all the questions!?" Zim said as he sprang up from the couch. "What does it matter it's all done now! Tallest Spork is either dead or probably on some lovely planet enjoying himself. So none of this even…"

"…Matters… yeah I got that." Gaz said as she too got off the couch.

"But, remember what he said Zim." Gaz told him as she put the chip bag and soda can in the garbage.

"What who said?" Zim Asked.

"Tallest Spork." She reminded him. "He said he'd find you."

Zim blinked a few times and then also remembered that the Tallest had said that.

"Wait a minute…" He retorted. "…You mean… you think… he's coming for Zim?"

"He sounded pretty sure that he'd be able to find you." She told him as they both got back in the elevator.

"Of course… He is probably looking for the I Zim!" He shouted as they descended.

"Or Perhaps…" Said Gaz as they hit the floor where the simulation room was.

"…He's already found you."


"Come get your Tacos! Great Taste! Great Price!" Chewy Shouted. He never really got whether doing this actually caused people to come to the restaurant or not, but hey… the place was doing well. He couldn't complain, yeah the Taco suit was pretty hot but he could always just go in the store to cool down. Plus the pay was better than he was in the chicken suit.

"Psst…"

Chewy turned, but saw no one.

"Psst…" It came again.

"Hello?" He asked.

"Chewy…" Someone whispered.

"Who's there?" Chewy asked.

"It's me, Agent Mothman…" Came the response.

"Dib?"

"Don't use my real name." Said Dib.

"We're in public kid, come on…" Chewy insisted.

Dib emerged from the side of the restaurant.

"Okay, listen I need to ask about the Roswell, New Mexico incident."

"Stop whispering, no one's listening." Chewy insisted.

"But… okay." Dib agreed as he walked right up to Chewy.

"Well, I figured out that the Roswell landing was actually one of the irkens former leaders." Said Dib.

"Interesting." Chewy responded.

"Yeah, but I was looking for anyone who worked in any military base near the area at the time and found out that there was someone named Jorge Rodriguez."

Said Dib as he handed Chewy the picture he found of the person online.

"I know it's a long shot but is there any way…"

"That's my grandfather." Chewy replied.

"What? Really? Wow!?" Dib replied. "Good, so we can ask him if he knows anything."

At this, Chewy smiled. "Good work kid." He said.

"Thanks" Replied Dib.

"Listen I have a plan… you know my mom never got to thank you for getting me out of that chicken suit." He told him.

"She wanted to thank me?" Asked Dib.

"Of course… you know you could have been deemed a hero had anyone realized you were the one who got my zipper unstuck." Said Chewy.

"Wow… I… did not know that." Replied Dib, slightly frustrated.

"Regardless…" Said Chewy as he handed Dib back the picture.

"…How about you come to family dinner tomorrow?"


Tenn sat down on the couch. She flipped through earth television. Most of it was… less than entertaining, there were a couple of shows that were all right. However, nothing seemed to pique her interest.

"Gah!" She shouted as she threw the remote on the ground. She was frustrated. How long will the membrane child be out? She thought.

Just then… the doorknob began to turn.

Finally, She thought as she hid behind the couch.

The door flew open and…

"I know I can do it!" A female voice shouted. "I just need…"

"Yes, Gaz-human." Said Zim. "Surely you can but let's get you the rest that your little human body needs."

Gaz grunted but still headed up the stairs.

Tenn was puzzled. What exactly was Zim's relationship with these kids?

The door closed and Tenn assumed that Zim had left. She peeked out and saw that she was alone.

Where is he? She thought.

"She's not all loopy again is she?" Asked a voice outside.

"Nope, I think she's just a little bit fried." Replied Zim.

The door opened and Tenn's target could be seen.

"Why are all the lights off?" Dib asked as he went to flip the switch.

Once he did so he turned to…

"Hello, Dib." Said Tenn who now stood just a few feet away from the boy.

"Ah!" Shouted Dib as he fell backward. "Wh… Tenn? What are you?"

"And where had you been all day?" She asked as she offered to help him up.

"Um… what are you doing in my house?" Asked Dib.

"I fear that I unfortunately require your assistance." She answered.

"Oh… you could have called." Dib responded.

"I prefer to do this kind of thing…

"…In person."


It felt food to be out of the Taco suit, and with tomorrow being his day off, he could really get some sleep tonight. Chewy practically plopped in bed when he got home.

*ring* *ring*

"Of course." He said as he turned and picked up the phone.

"Hello?" Said Chewy.

"Oh, my son, your father tells me you invited the one who freed you from that cursed chickenfoot costume to dinner tomorrow! I'm so glad!" A woman said on the other line.

"Yeah, mom… I'm glad." Chewy said trying unsuccessfully to hold back a yawn.

"Hold on, your father wants to talk to you." Said his mom.

"Hey son, how's it going!?" Asked His dad.

"Good dad, just got home actually." Replied Chewy.

"Son… you never told me it was the Membrane boy who got you out of that costume." Said his father.

"Yeah… wait why should I have?" Asked Chewy now slightly more alert.

"Well, I… didn't I tell you I went to college with his old man."

"No, you didn't dad." Said Chewy.

"Yeah… me and Membrane… oh is his father coming?"

"I don't think so… he's a busy man."

"Yeah…" His father replied.

"…you know he was this close to becoming your uncle… your aunt and he used to…"

"Dad!" Chewy shouted.

"Oh, yeah, save it for dinner… Good night boy."

"Good night." Chewy said.

He didn't even bother hanging up the phone.

"Oh boy!" He said out loud now realizing the danger of the situation. Perhaps he should call Dib and cancel… No, that wouldn't work his parents were already so excited. Maybe… No…

Chewy sighed. He knew it was most likely going to be a disaster…

…Truth be told at this moment he was just too tired to try and figure some way out of it.


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