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| - Dib (calmly): Okay; let's try this again... Dib: Okay... So... (abruptly loses all composure) ZIM IS AN ALIEN!! WHY DO I EVEN HAVE TO TRY TO PROVE IT THIS MUCH?!?! Dib: C'MON, JUST LOOK AT HIM! Zim: I sure like TV! And wearing pants! Poonchy: He LIKES wearing PANTS, Dib! Aliens don't LIKE wearing pants! Student voice: He soo right... so true... Dib: Okay! If you'd all watch this little play I put together to better explain why Zim's a horrible monster from beyond ... Zim: Fool! My fellow hideous inferior human pig-smellies are insulted by this constant slander! Dib: Would a human call their own kind pig-smelly? Huh!?! Huh!?! Huh!?! We're not pigs! Zita: Hey! You watch what you say around Pigboy! Zim: You see, Dib! I'm as normal as any human, and nothing you can say can make me- Sizz-Lorr: Sorry 'bout that. Now... BACK INTO OUTER SPACE! Dib: Okay! That! Did anyone just see Zim get snatched up into space by a giant alien monster? Poonchy: Hey... Dib's got a bird doody on his jacket! Zim: You've just made the biggest mistake of your life! I demand that you- Zim: Huh!?! Heh... What a minute! This is an Irken ship! What the-!?! What's going on!?! Sizz-Lorr: Retribution, Zim. The moment I've been waiting for! Zim: Sizz-Lorr! But... I- Sizz-Lorr: Escaped from me, yes. Escaped from your EXILE on Foodcourtia! Zim: I don't know what you're- WAIT A MINUTE, IT'S ALL COMING BACK TO ME! Control Brain: IRKEN INVADER ZIM, FOR SINGLEHANDEDLY RUINING OPERATION IMPENDING DOOM... Zim: Ruined? I blew up more than any other invader! Red (crushing his soda cup in rage): You BLEW UP all the other invaders! Control Brain (continuing): ...YOU WILL BE RE-ENCODED. Control Brain: NO LONGER AN INVADER, YOU WILL BE FOREVER BANISHED TO THE IRKEN SNACKING PLANET OF FOODCOURTIA. Zim: Zim needs no vacation! Sizz-Lorr: New help? Excellent! I can take over from here, soldiers. Dismissed! Sizz-Lorr: Heh! Conventia Announcer: You've just turned in, you're watching live as the crowd gathers on Conventia to watch the great assigning for Operation Impending Doom II! Conventia Announcer (VO): Ooh, looks like the crowd is being treated to nachos! Zim: Impending Doom II!?! Zim: I'll be late! I've gotta get outta here! Zim: Nachos! Sizz-Lorr (growling under his breath): Nobody escapes from Sizz-Lorr. Sizz-Lorr: I will FIND you, Zim. I will search all of space's dark corners to HUNT YOU DOWN! AND I WILL FIND YOOOUU! Sizz-Lorr: How can you remember something I said if you weren't there? Zim: I 'uhhu. Sizz-Lorr: Um... de- Anyhow, after your escape, the Great Foodening began! Foodcourtia's most horrible food rush that lasts 20 years! The gravitational pull from all that snacking makes it impossible for anything to leave the planet! I was trapped... alone... without help! Zim: 20 years? But I haven't been gone that long! Sizz-Lorr: Uh, there's a time warp thing involved, uh, I dunno. Zim: I am an invader! On a secret mission from the Tallest! Just call them and they'll- Sizz-Lorr: Your PAK still has you encoded as a food service drone, Zim. Sizz-Lorr: The Tallest lied to get rid of you! Don't bother trying to call them! Any transmissions will be blocked! Zim: GIR! I've got a secret mission for you! GIR: Yes, my master! Zim: I need you to call the Tallest and tell them I've been kidnapped, and I'm being held prisoner on Foodcourtia! Sizz-Lorr: Hey! I said no messages! Zim: But I wasn't calling the Tallest! GIR: My master's in trouble! Zim: No! Nooo!! Foodcourtia! Sizz-Lorr: Hmmmm... Gashloog: Hmmm! Employee 2: Hmmm! Zim: Huh!?! Zim (VO): Noo! Noo! Never again! Sizz-Lorr: That's more like it, Zim! I've got a surprise for you! Zim: Giving me a robot death monkey!?! Sizz-Lorr: What!?! No! No, it's something else. Your first assignment. You get to clean up... booth 12! Sizz-Lorr: I've left it unclean for you, Zim! For the day you came back! Now get to work! Sizz-Lorr: Thinking about escaping? Ha! The entire restaurant is equipped with a perimeter scanner programmed to recognize your bio signature! Sizz-Lorr: If it senses you trying to escape, it will make you explode! Zim: Nooo!! And the robot monkey? Sizz-Lorr: You're still not getting one! Zim: Nooooo!!! Sizz-Lorr: Oh, yes! And- Zim: Nooo!! Sizz-Lorr: Yes!! Zim: Noo!! Sizz-Lorr: Yes!! And that's not all, Zim! In one week, the Foodening begins once more, and you'll be trapped here for 20 years, just like I was! Zim: Hoo, haa, huh!! One week!?! But... my mission! 20 years!?! No! No! I have to get outta here! Zim: Ahhhh... Alien kid: Look, mama! He's gonna 'splode! Sizz-Lorr: Break's over, Zim! Go man the register! Sizz-Lorr: The register! Gashlooog is taking his break! Now move it! Zim: Gashloog gets to take a break without exploding! Why not me? Sizz-Lorr: Because I hired him! You're here as punishment for almost annihilating our civilization! Zim: Am I the only one who was impressed by that? Customer 1: These are cold! I'm not paying for this! Customer 2: My plooka's not squirming! I ordered live plooka! You hear me!?! Live! Live! Live! That means it's still moving when it gets on my plate! Do you understand!?! Huh!?! Customer 3: Where's my slydoodeedoo, huh? I want my slydoodeedoo! Slydoodeedoo! Where's my slydoodeedoo!?! Where's my slydoodeedoo!?! Huh!?! Where's my slydoodeedoo!?! Zim: I am an Irken invader! You'll all know the true meaning of vengeance when Tallest hear of this! GIR: Hi! Dib: Yeah, okay. You can have that. Dib: Um, I noticed Zim's been gone for three days. Do you know where he is? GIR: Oh yeaaaah! I's 'sposed to call the Tallest for him! He in trouble! Woo! Dib: Call his leaders? Can I watch!?! GIR: Okey dokey! Dib: Eeeee, hehe! Zim: Me! Me! Can you believe that!?! Of course you can't! I hate this place! And the mission! My precious mission! What about that, huh? Gimme some 'a those! Zim (with mouth full): So... I say... You want some of this? And she says... She says right back at me... She says... Customer: Who are you and why are you talking to me? Zim: And that huge blob thing! He's here everyday! He takes hours ordering every time! I can't stand him! Everyday! But soon, my pain will end, since my mighty robot has already contacted the Tallest and arranged for my rescue! GIR: And then my master flew to the moon in a rocket of flamin' cheese! I like cheese! Cheese, cheese, cheese... (continuous) Dib: Can I ask you something? What are your species' main weaknesses? Huh? Huh? Huh? Huh? Huh? Huh? Purple: Who's that large headed kid? Red: I don't know... But his head is large! Dib: Excuse me, alien scum? Gimme your planet's coordinates! Zim: Sizz-Lorr? There's only- Sizz-Lorr: What did you call me!?! Zim: Eh.. My apologies, my Frylord! But there's only one day left until the Foodening begins! I must return to my mission before it is too late! Sizz-Lorr: Never! Now put on this happy Shloogorgh costume and fill the costumers with joy! Zim: But it's filled with white hot grease! Sizz-Lorr: Makes you dance better. Get going! Zim: Doo dee doo dee doo dee doo dee doo! Zim: Oh! Hey all you out there! I hope you're having a good time eating our life sustaining matter! Gah-hoo! I'm so happy- Oh, it hurts so bad! The grease! Zim (in slow motion): Doo dee doo dee doo doooaurgh! Doo dee doo dee doo doooohhhh... Sizz-Lorr's voice: Try to escape and you'll explode! Sizz-Lorr: Go cheer up Eric, that blob guy. He's our best customer, 'cause he's a blob. Zim: Doo dee doo dee doo doo... Ohhh!! Doo dee doo dee doo dee doo-oooh! Doo dee doo dee doo dee doo dee! Zim: Doo dee doo doo doo... Eric: Hey, little sizzly! You look sadder than me! Zim: It's this job! I hate it! And I can't leave, or this security system will make me explode! Alien kid (VO): He's gonna 'splod, mama! Zim: That horrible kid. Eric: Ooh, that's a Vortin 'splodey system! I know those! Heh! I helped install one 'a those in a Vort prison 'til they were discontinued. Prisoners were escaping by hiding deep in garbage tanks. The scanners can't read the bio-signature if it's surrounded with enough thickness. Isn't that interesting? (looks up at the ceiling) Oooooh! Zim (dismissively): Yes, yes, that's great! Eric: The whole escaping thing? Heh? Zim: Uh-huh. Eric: Well, I better take my thick self on outta here! See ya tomorrow. Zim: Wait! I have a plan! Yes! Zim: Where are you going? The Foodening is about to begin! Can't you feel it!?! Sizz-Lorr: Vacation. With you here, I'll be taking this Foodening off! You can be in charge for this one. Zim: Laugh now, Sizz-Lorr! But you will know not to mess with Invader Zim! Sizz-Lorr: I... wasn't laughing. Sizz-Lorr: I... haven't laughed since yesterday... Zim: Frylord! Permission to trade stations with Gashloog! Sizz-Lorr: Huh!?! Zim: Eh-If he takes the counter, I can work in the kitchen where my pain and suffering is even more unbearable! Sizz-Lorr: Pain, huh? Okay! Gashloog: Welcome to ShlOOgorgh's! My name is GashlOOg! May I take your order? Eric: Uuuh, I'll have a deep fried mooshminky and a jumbofied sack of Vort dogs! Eh... Zim: So painfull... and delicious! Sizz-Lorr: Zim! You've got customers waiting for their orders! Pick it up! Sizz-Lorr (VO): Has anyone seen Zim? He's missing! Sizz-Lorr: Where is he!?! Sizz-Lorr: He couldn't have escaped! Zim: Hachaaa! Eric: Uhhh... Hmm... Sizz-Lorr (VO): ZIIIIM!!! Snacky cab announcer (VO): Thank you for flying Snacky Cab! In just a moment, we'll be shutting down service for the next 20 years during the Great Foodening, which is about to begin! Zim: No! No!! Not while I'm here! Sizz-Lorr: I'm coming, Zim! No use running! Zim: Hey!! Over here! I'll pay you triple! Zim: Sorry! Zim: Eh? Zim: The foodening! It's beginning! Snacking... so powerful! Zim: Must... break... away! Sizz-Lorr: Curse you, Zim! Curse youu!!! Zim: Now, back to Earth! Back to my mission! Have fun, Sizz-Lorr! Enjoy your defeat at the Zim hands of Ziiiim! Snacky Cap Announcer (VO): Snacky Cab station is now closed! Any cabs not docked will explode for no apparent reason! Zim: Doo dee doo doo doo doo doo- Zim: Eh... I was, um, eh... Zim: That's normal, ya know. Tumor lady: Mmm hmm, mmm hmm! Zim: Home! A sweet victory for Zim! It is good to be back, good to be Zim! Huh!?! Zim: Hey! Get out of my house! Zim: Get out! Dib: Hey! Hey! (continuous) Zim: Get out of the house of Zim! This is my house, get out! Get-
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