INT. ZIM'S LAB - NIGHT*
Zim, the determined and eccentric Irken invader, is busy at his controls, flanked by his malfunctioning SIR Unit, GIR. The lab is buzzing with electric sparks as Zim fiddles with a mysterious device aimed at amplifying his disguise capabilities.
ZIM*
(frustrated)*
At last! With this incredible device, I shall transform into anything that will strike terror into the heart of every human, ensuring my conquest of this miserable planet!
GIR*
Can we get tacos after?
ZIM*
Quiet, GIR! It's time to unleash my ultimate form!
Zim pushes a large, red button. A beam of light envelops him, but instead of a terrifying monster, he transforms into a sparkling, magical girl similar to those from Pretty Cure, complete with a shiny dress and a magical wand.
ZIM*
(horrified)*
What is this?! This isn't terrifying! This isn't... Wait, what am I wearing?!
GIR*
Oooo! Pretty Zim-Zim!
ZIM*
No, no, no! This isn't right! This device must be malfunctioning!
Zim desperately tries to revert, but each attempt just changes his outfit to a different, equally vibrant and frilly Pretty Cure ensemble.
ZIM*
(panicking)*
GIR! Help me change back!
GIR*
(giggling)*
Zim is a magic girl! Magic girl Zim!
Suddenly, there's a loud knock at the door. Dib, Zim's paranormal investigator arch-nemesis, bursts in, camera in hand.
DIB*
I knew it! I knew aliens existed and— Wait a minute, Zim, what are you wearing?
ZIM*
This is NOT what it looks like, Dib-stink! This is... tactical... psychological warfare!
Dib raises an eyebrow, hardly able to contain his laughter. He takes multiple pictures.
DIB*
Sure, Zim. I'm definitely showing these at school. Everyone will love to see the great invader as a magical girl!
ZIM*
(desperately waving his wand)*
No! You wouldn't dare! I will—I will use my magical powers on you!
Zim attempts to cast a spell, but instead of firing any sort of destructive beam, the wand releases a burst of sparkling glitter and tiny floating hearts.
DIB*
(laughing uncontrollably)*
Is that the best you can do, magical Zim?
ZIM*
(flustered)*
Curses! This cannot be happening! I must find a way to reverse this!
Zim darts back to his malfunctioning machine, hitting it and tweaking knobs.
GIR*
(dancing around)*
Pretty, pretty Zim, cast a spell! Make a wish!
ZIM*
GIR, this is serious!
As Zim continues to panic and Dib snaps more pictures, the scene fades out, leaving the fate of Zim's latest identity crisis hanging humorously in the air.
FADE OUT*