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| - FBI Warning of Doom Soldier: Ah, my intestines! Rob Hummel: Hey man, it's been 4 weeks since you rented Intestines of War! Rob Hummel: It's 20 days overdue! Hello? Hello!?! GIR: Who is it!?! Zim (impersonating GIR): I gonna watch it again! GIR: I gonna watch it again! Zim: This is the 100th time, GIR. You have to stop watching this thing or- OH WHAT IS THAT! FBI WARNING WARNING OF DOOM! Federal law provides severe civil and criminal penalties for the unauthorized reproduction, distribution, exhibition of copyrighted motion pictures in any medium (Title 17, United States Code, Section 501 and 500). The Federal Bureau of investigation investigates allegations of criminal copyright infringement. They will hunt you down like the dirty monkey you are and force you to wear a moose skin and ride a greased piggy while singing folk tunes. They're forcing me to ride the piggyas I write this. The piggy is smelly!! Show 11BPRINTED IN USA Zimpact Inc. All Rights Reserved Zim: A warning!?! Oh no! Oh no! FBI!?! Who is this FBI!?! What are they trying to warn us about!?! GIR: Shhhhh! Employee: Return that movie! GIR: You got any of them taquitos? Zim: Computer! Give me all the information you have on the FBI! Computer: The FBI is a government law enforcement agency. Zim: Continue. Computer: Insufficient data. Zim: Insufficient data!?! Can't you just make an educated guess!?! Computer: Okaaaay... Uh... Computer: Founded in 1492 by... uh... Computer: ...demons, the FBI is a crack law enforcement agency- Computer: -designed to... uh... I dunno... Fight aliens? Zim: I knew it! This is bad! This is so bad! Zim: GIR! That movie is some kind of government spying tool! Quickly! Eat it! Zim: Hello? Zim (deeper voice): Hello? Zim (even deeper voice): Hello? Good, okay. Zim (with deep voice): Hello? How may I help you today? Rob Hummel: I'm through playin' around! You better return that video or else! This is your final warning! Zim (with deep voice): I'm sorry, I do not know what you are talking about. I am normal. Rob Hummel: If that thing isn't in the drop off box by the time we open tomorrow, you're gonna payyy..... late fees! 'Late fees' is echoed. Rob hangs up the phone. A small girl is standing at the counter holding a DVD. Mary: I wanna rent this one! Rob Hummel: Why? So you can keep it for weeks and weeks and not return it!?! What about all the other people who wanna watch it!?! You ever think about them!?! Huh!?! Huh!?! Zim (voice back to normal): That was them! I have to return this thing now! GIR: No! I'm still watching it! I wanna see what happens! I need it! GIR: Whu... Why!?! Zim: They've locked down their fortress... with locks! Okay, nothing I can't handle. I'm returning this stupid movie no matter how hard they try to keep me out! Slab: Rest easy, various retail outlets. Sergeant Slab Rankle is on the job! Slab: Sleep tight, Delicious Weenie! Your seedy buns will go unharmed this night! Slab: Ah, the Video Outhouse! Slumber well, sweet Video Outhouse, with your video treasures nestled deep within your vulnerable belly. Slab's on the job! Slab: What's this!?! Zim: Let's see... Video Outhouse, Video Outhouse... Fourth floor, D405... Zim: Ah! They know I'm here! Slab: The mall is closed! You are in direct violation of code 4 slash 7 2! Prepare to face my wrath! Zim: Who are you!?! Slab: Sergeant Slab Rankle, serial number F305769 and you are in direct violation! Zim: I violate nothing! I've come to return this video disk and there's nothing that your precious FBI can do to stop me! Slab: The FBI! Slab: Nothing but amateurs! No, my friend, I'm afraid your tangling with someone far worse than the FBI. You just crossed... mall security! Zim: Security? You're not the FBI? Huh. I worried for nothing. This is just a typical Earth store. I've let my fears get the best of me. Heh heh heh, I'm very funny. Slab: The game begins. Zim: There! Zim: Simple! This little stink man will not get in my way! Zim: Huh? Ah! Zim: Ah! Zim: Release me! Release me or suffer the wrath of Zim! Slab: We meet at last, young trespasser! Slab: Quiet! There'll be time for you to grovel later! Slab: Tell me something, do you understand the concept of business hours? Do you? Well? DO YOU!?! Slab: We have rules for a reason, boy! Without them, there is only chaos, and chaos is, oooh, I don't even want to think of it. Zim: Could you drop that disk in the slot behind you and let me go with a warning? Slab: I'm afraid not, this is evidence. Slab: And as for letting you go, NO! Slab (impersonating the president): Good job Slab Rankle, your country commends you! Slab: Thank you, Mister President! Teen prisoner: Whoa! Oh man! An alien! An alien! Zim: Huh? Teen prisoner: False alarm. Sgt. Shriver: Rankle got you too, uh? Welcome to our little club... of doom! Zim: Who are you people? Sgt. Shriver: We've all got our reasons for being here; shoplifting, loitering, singing... Glasses wearing prisoner: I said I was sorry, what can I do? I got the music in my soul! Sgt. Shriver: He caught me sleeping during my shift. When you break the rules, Rankle sends you here. Every couple a days, he takes someone away. They never come back... Some say he just lets 'em go. Me? I say he takes them and turn 'em into horrible zombie soldiers in that new zombie lab they just put in out back. Teen prisoner: But I don't wanna be a zombie soldier... Zim: Has anyone ever escaped? Sgt. Shriver: The only guy who ever escaped, never made it out. Zim: Heh? Sgt. Shriver: Mmmyep. Zim: There is hope! With the proper guidance, anything is possible and I'm telling you right now, you can get out of this cell if you only believed that you can, then you can! Trust me! Rise my fellow prisoners! Zim: Rise up and use your revolting limbs to escape this prison! Zim: That's it! Yes! Climb on top of each other and form a stairway! Zim: A stairway of hope and cooperation! It's time to run free through your hideous streets once more! If we work together, we can get out of here! Who's with me! Slab: And don't worry, Lemonade on a Stick stand! Your brave protector Slab Rankle will remain ever vigilant! Sgt. Shriver: We're doin' it! We're doin' it! Zim: Yes! Onward to freedom! Zim: You see what can be accomplished if you just work together! Sgt. Shriver: Hello? Sgt. Shriver: Hellooo? Zim: Hey! Over here! Slab: Do not fear, lard house. I'll keep your many enemies at bay! Slab: And you- Slab: Huh? What!?! Slab: It's not that easy, my friend. Slab Rankle is not that easy to pull one over and defeat. Slab... and Rankle, and, and... Slab, and... Time for zombies! Zim: Zombies!?! Zim: Nothing can stop Zim! Nothing! Not even this filthy army of zombies! Slab: Look out. Slab: Wait! Stop! Slab: It appears I have met my match. You have bested my zombie soldiers and are a worthy opponent. You have my congratulations- Nay! You have my admiration! Zim: Heh? Slab: Don't you see? If the two of us combine forces, nothing could stop us! Slab: Join me! Together, we will rule the mall! Zim: Uh, no, that's okay. Slab: I guess it's my lonely duty to stand guard. Sleep tight, sweet mall. Everything's okay. I'm here, baby. Slab: I'm here.
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