#izmod

Finally, Zim arrived at skool. As he walked into the courtyard, he checked his shoulder bag, only to realize that his device was missing. "Where is it... WHERE?!?!" —he noticed that there was, for some reason, a plate of nachos in its place— "What?! Why are there... GIR..." he growled under his breath as he clinched his fists. As he panicked, Dib spied on him. Though he thought he was being sneaky, Zim could see the tip of his hair scythe. He planted his face into the palm of his hand. "Do you really think you're hidden, Dib? SERIOUSLY?!" After being called out, Dib moved to the side of the staircase that leads into the skool. Gaz was sitting on the 3rd step. "I can STILL see you!!!" "NO, YOU CAN'T!!!" "Dib... what are you doing..." Gaz didn't turn her head to look at him; she remained focused on her gameslave. "Shhh... he'll hear us!" "Ugh, you're such a hosehead. Why don't you do something normal for a change? As if you'd know how." "Gaz, this isn't the time. I'm trying to record Zim!" "Yeah, yeah, whatever..."

GIR finally reached the skool. He was running as fast as his little legs could carry him, and once he was around a foot away from Zim, he tripped and dropped the device, landing on it and activating one of the buttons. It drilled into the ground and pulled water from a source under the skool. The water rose far faster than it should, as the device worked by multiplying the pre-existing water and creating its own source. Zim looked at the ground, now seeing the water pooling at his feet. As he came to realize the situation he was in, he panicked and tugged at his wig. "WHAT HAVE YOU DONE, GIR?! NOW WE'RE GOING TO DROWN WITH THE EARTH MONKEYS!!!!!!" "Is that bad?" "Oh, no, it's fine and dandy! OF COURSE IT'S BAD, GIR, WE'RE GOING TO DIE YOU MORON!!!!!!!!" "Ohhhh..." GIR started screaming and running in circles again.

"WHAT DID YOU DO, ZIM?!?!" —Dib noticed just how high the water was rising, it had mostly covered the stairs by now— "GAZ, GET UP!!!" "Eh..." she didn't even pay attention to the situtation at hand. "UGH!!!!" he grabbed her gameslave and held it up above his head. "You have THREE seconds to give that back, Dib." "NO TIME, GAZ, WE HAVE TO GO!!!" She stared at him as she growled under her breath. "OR... OR I'LL THROW IT IN THE WATER!!!" "I SWEAR TO GOD, I'M GONNA KILL YOU DIB!!!"

After regaining some of his sanity, Zim grabbed GIR and activated his PAK legs. He climbed the building to buy them some time before they were both engulfed by water. What he didn't notice, however, was that someone might see him. "GET BACK HERE, ZIM!!!" Dib yelled as he started to go after him. After just a second, he stopped himself. He realized that Gaz was far more important. "Gaz, you have to get inside the skool, it's safer in there!" "Not until you give me back my—" "OH, JUST TAKE IT!!!" he handed the gameslave back to her.

Dib bolted off while Gaz and the others were taken into safety by Ms. Bitters. He climbed a ladder on the side of the building and tried to catch up with Zim. "If you want me, COME AND GET ME... IF YOU CAN, PUNY EARTHWORM!!!" Zim yelled teasingly "OH, I'LL GET YOU, ZIM!!! AND WHEN I DO, I'LL DO EXPERIMENTS ON YOU!!! ALL KINDS OF HORRIBLE EXPERIMENTS!!!" "Right, you filthy MEAT BAG!!! I'LL BE THE ONE DOING EXPERIMENTS ON YOU!!!" "You can try, Zim... but you'll never get me, not as long as I have THIS!!!" he pulled a ham sandwich out of his pocket. "YOU. WOULDN'T. DARE." "Oh, I'd dare~" "POCKET SAMICH!!!!!" GIR yelled "Oh, it's on, Dib... IF YOU CAN CATCH ME FIRST!!!!" he scurried off before firing a laser from one of his PAK legs in an attempt to destroy the sandwich. Instead, it ricocheted and hit Gaz's gameslave through a window. "DIIIIIIIIIIIBBBBBBBBB!!!!!!!!!!!" Gaz yelled in anger; it was loud enough to be heard outside the school. A group of grackles flew off in a frenzy, as they'd been startled by the noise.

"Nice try, Zim!" Dib removed one slice of bread from the sandwich and threw it so the meat would directly touch Zim's face. When it made contact, it burned his chitin like acid. Zim winced and touched the side of his face. No matter what he did, it felt like the entire universe was against him. He couldn't do anything right... finally, he snapped. "I HATE YOU, DIB!!! I HATE YOU AND YOUR STUPID FAMILY!!! YOU'RE NOTHING BUT A FUCKING THORN IN MY SIDE. I SHOULD PUT AN END TO YOUR PATHETIC EXCUSE FOR A LIFE RIGHT NOW, I DON'T KNOW WHY I DIDN'T SOONER!!!" as he screamed his words, his voice shook and cracked. "You've tried to kill me bare times, Zim. I don't exactly think you're going to succeed now. Besides, the whole skool is surrounded by water, your worst nightmare." "And that's EXACTLY what I'll use to my advantage... you can't hide up here, and it looks like you can't run either..." he extended his PAK legs, making himself far taller. He loomed over Dib, approaching him slowly. As Dib backed up, his heart raced as he almost fell. A weak fence caught him, though it struggled to stand his weight.

Zim was in his lab, putting the finishing touches on his next invention to destroy Dib, and all of mankind. It was a curious device, a bit like a capsule shaped drill with two brightly colored buttons. The blueprints for the device were given to him by The Almighty Tallest about a week ago. Just as he added the last few screws, GIR raced up to him. "Master, Master!!!" he shouted as he tugged on his clothes. "Not now, GIR, can't you see that I'm busy?!" Zim scoffed. "But the Monkey's ringing for youuuuuuu!!!" GIR pulled a silly expression, his tongue hanging out of his mouth. "The Monkey can wait" —Zim cut himself off, pausing for a moment before looking noticeably panicked.— "DO YOU MEAN THE BACKUP VIDEO COMMUNICATOR, THE ONE I HOOKED UP TO THE MONKEY PICTURE ABOVE THE COUCH WHEN THIS ONE BROKE DOWN?!" he pointed towards a large, broken screen. "Yeeeeeeeeeeeep!!!" "WHY DIDN'T YOU JUST SAY THAT IN THE FIRST PLACE?!?!?!" Zim quickly sprinted to the Livingroom and answered the communicator as soon as he got there.

"HAHAHAHAHA, I WON THE BET!!! I TOLD YOU HE'D BE LATE!!!" Tallest Red yelled degradingly. "Why do you ALWAYS have to be right?!" Tallest Purple pouted. "Because I AM always right... now pay up!" "FINE!!!" Purple threw a handful of moneys in his face and stomped off.  "Awwwww, come back!!! You're gonna miss all the drama!!!" They both slurred their words in an almost exaggerated way. It was painfully obvious that they were both drunk. As the two of them bickered back and forth, Zim tapped his foot, not unlike an angry rabbit. GIR simply watched as he obnoxiously munched on a taco that he'd pulled out of the compartment in his chest.

Finally, Zim had enough. "IF YOU TWO WOULD STOP BICKERING AND TELL ZIM WHAT'S GOING ON!!!" he yelled at the top of his voice. "Ooooooh, short boy wants to command us!!!" Red teased as he laughed hysterically. "Maybe he can even lead the mission alone, without our help!!!" Purple added. As the two degraded him, Zim started tearing up. He bit his lip hard, trying to ignore their words. "Hahahahaha, this is pathetic!!! Okay, okay. I'll try to keep myself together~" —Red paused for a moment, as he was out of breath from laughing— "We wanted to tell you that... something about the moon or whatever... OH YEAH! Urth's moon is going to be in line with Irk's moon, or something, let's see... why are we telling him again?" "Because there will be flooding!!!" Purple had a flippant tone to his voice. "Oh, yeah, that. You can probably use it to drown the entire population of Urth, or something."

"In that case, how long will I have to prepare?" "Let's see, you should ha—" —a random Irken yelled something unintelligible in the background, cutting off Tallest Red mid-sentence— "Seriously, right now? ZIM, WE HAVE TO GO!!!" "Fine, Irk forbid you elaborate on MY ACCOUNT!!!" Zim growled as he spoke. "Will you hurry up?! I'm not missing karaoke night again!!!" Purple whined. "YOU'RE LEAVING ZIM WITH NO INFORMATION ON HIS OWN FUCKING SAFETY FOR KARAOKE NIGHT?!?!?!?!??!" "That's just how life is, Zim... bye, loser~" Red winked arrogantly before turning off the monitor. Zim stared into his own reflection in the now black and reflective screen, he tightened his fists as he begun hyperventilating and shaking, tears now staining his reddening cheeks.

After a moment, he completely broke down. A loud, strained scream coming out as he pulled on his antennae. "AFTER EVERYTHING I'VE DONE FOR THEM, THIS IS WHAT THEY THINK OF ME?! AFTER I'VE NEARLY SACRIFICED MYSELF FOR THEM?!? AFTER I LEFT THE ONLY HOME I'VE EVER KNOWN JUST TO MAKE THEM PROUD OF ME?!?!?!?!" "Well, maybe they're just stupid!!!" GIR exclaimed. "Yes... YES... YOU'RE RIGHT, GIR!!! THEY UNDERESTIMATE THE POWER OF ZIM!!! AND YOU KNOW WHAT?" "IT'S FREE TACO TUESDAY AT KRAZY TACO?" "What?! No! It's a wednesday...?" "Oh... Okie-Dokie!" "As I was saying... MY TALLEST WILL BE FORCED TO BASK IN MY GLORY AFTER I DROWN THIS PATHETIC PLANET!!! BASK IN IT!!!" "Bask!!!" GIR clapped his hands and giggled in a childish way.

Zim stood proudly with his hands on his hips, gossiping arrogantly about his glory, then suddenly he froze as he glanced at the clock. "Shit shit SHIT!!, WE DON'T HAVE MUCH TIME, GIR!!!" GIR screeamed and ran in circles, before stopping briefly. "Wait... much time for what?" he tilted his head to the side like a dog. "FOR THE ALIGNMENT OF THE MOONS, GIR!!! The Tallest may not have given me the exact time, but if I'm correct it's 20:00 in Western Irk right now, and as it's 08:00, or 8:00 AM as the Earth Monkeys call it here in Toronto. And by my calculations, that means the moon will be alligning in 5 MINUTES!!!" "Ohhhh...." GIR continued screaming and running in circles again.  "WOULD YOU STOP SCREAMING?! YOU'RE DRIVING ME INSANE!!!!!!!!" "Sorry, Master!" —he gasped, realizing he forgot something— "MY TAQUITOS!!!!!!!!" he dashed to the kitchen, soon returning with a comically oversized plate of taquitos. "Want a taquito?" he held one out for Zim. "No, GIR, I don't want a taquito. I want to get on with the mission, CAN'T YOU SEE WE'RE RUNNING OUT OF TIME?!" As he spoke, he fixed his clothes and put on a long, purple wig, the hair almost hanging to his knees. "Okie-dokie!" he finished the oversized plate of taquitos all by himself.