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| - Zim's voice: My Tallest! My Tallest! Hey, my Tallest! My Tallest! My-my-my Tallest! My Tallest! Hey, hey, hey, Over here! My Tallest! My Tallest! My Tallest! My Tallest! My Tallest! Hey, my Tallest, my Tallest, my Tallest! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! My Tallest! My Tallest! My Tallest! My Tallest! My Tallest! Hey, my Tallest! My Tallest! My Tallest! My Tallest! My Tallest! Hey! Hey! My Tallest! Muh-my... my Tall... Zim: Hey, my Tallest! It's me! Look at me! My Tallest! My Tallest! My Tallest! Red: I was curious to see when you'd shut up on your own. But it's been THREE hours now, Zim. THREE HOURS! So... what is it?! Zim: I just noticed that you're (GIR pops his head up at the bottom of the view screen, out of disguise) traveling closer to the Earth than EVER before! Purple: How do you know that? Zim: Oh, I know all kinds of things about you. Pretty creepy, huh? Anyhow, I was- Purple: Hey! That is creepy! You're creepy, Zim! Zim: Heh-heh... yes, I sure am. Zim: Anyhow, since you're so nearby, you could see me initiate my newest, most DIABOLICAL plan TO DESTROY THE HUMANS! Zim: I made sandwiches! Red: Uh, look Zim, eh, maybe we'll stop by on our way back from... wherever we're going. Zim: But- Red: Sorry, Zim! Uh, we're being... attacked! By an enemy vessel! Red: Gotta go! Gotta go! Red: Enemy vessel... hah! As if anyone would dare go up against the Massive. Purple: Yeah, that is pretty funny... Hey! Someone's makin' doughnuts! Computer: Master! The Tallest cut the transmission an hour ago! Zim: Hey! They did cut the transmission! The Tallest fail to understand that I'm inviting them for front row seats for the end of all MANKIIIND! My latest plan... Computer (sarcastic?): The latest plan is about to explode. Zim: D'oh! This thing needs constant adjustments to keep it asleep! But once let loose on the surface it'll eat the brains of all humans! The Tallest wouldn't wanna miss that! GIR! GIR: It's me! I was the turkey all along! Zim: I was wondering what that turkey was doing there. GIR! I'm delaying the brain parasite plan for now. I want you to- GIR: I was the turkey! Me! Zim: Yes... So you were... Look! Just monitor these containment levels! I have to go to the holo-interface room! GIR: Okee-dokee! GIR: Look at me go! I'm doing it! Zim: If those levels go critical even slightly — Zim: — the brain parasite will escape into the base — Zim: — and bring about a pain unlike any known form of pain! GIR: Wooo! Prof. Membrane: What's your brother doing this time? He's not trying to raise the dead again, is he? Always with the dead, that boy! Gaz: He's... talking. Prof. Membrane: Oh, is that all? Daughter, some people like to talk. Prof. Membrane: Your brother likes to talk about INSANE things! Prof. Membrane: Maybe he'll become LESS insane if you LISTEN. Gaz: But his voice fills me with a terrible rage! Prof. Membrane: I know it does, honey! Prof. Membrane: Heh heh, I know it does. Dib: People, these are things that we have to study! We have to get right in, take a look at it, dissect it, have to remove things, have to understand, comprehend... Dib: Anyhow, okay, let's look over the newer discoveries. Dib (vo): First, you know all about how I planted the spy bug in Zim's lab during the whole Tak invasion? Dib (vo): Hmmm, yeah. You remember. Ahh. Wasn't that beautiful? Gah... let's go back there for a second. Dib: Hey! Look at that garbage can! Zim: Hmmm? Zim: Yes, it is rather impressive, that can! Dib: I can spy on Zim in his own base! Dib: ...Not to mention steal data from his machines! Dib: Second: Tak's crashed spaceship! I hid it in the garage. It doesn't fly yet, but I've been able to use the onboard computer to decipher Zim's data. Dib: Good idea, Gaz! Make some popcorn! We'll be up all night deciphering this stuff! Dib: I wonder where Zim was going. Zim: Computer! Open a communication line with prisoner number seven seventy seven on planet Vort. Dib: Planet Vort? Time to wake up, my little alien spaceship. Dib: We have work to do... Computer: Remote link enabled. Dib (reading): Planet Vort: Once an ally of the Irken Empire, the Vort supplied Irk with advanced military technology. Recently conquered by Invader Larb, Vort is now Irk's top military research prison. Prisoner 777: What is it this time, Zim? Zim: Detailed control schematics for the Massive... and instructions for a remote command chair. Prisoner 777: (fearfully) The Tallest's command ship!?! That would be wrong! It'd infuriate the Armada! (matter-of-factly) I designed that ship, you know. Here you go. Zim: With this, I can pilot the Massive and bring the Almighty Tallest here to witness my ingenious evil! Dib: Nooo! Zim: I said evil! Prof. Membrane (yelling): Son! There'd better not be any walking dead up there! Dib: (yelling) It's nothing to worry about, Dad! And I said I was sorry about that! (to himself) Zim's bringing his leaders to Earth! Gotta act quick! Purple: Hey... whose ship is that?! Lard Nar: Alright, this is it! Our first act of resistance against Operation Impending Doom II! Shloonktapooxis: Woo! Alright! Lard Nar: That's the Massive out there. My people designed most of that thing, so I know how powerful it is... WE'RE GONNA DIE! WHOSE IDEA WAS THIS?! Spleenk: Uh... mine. Sorry about that. All: Awww.... Lard Nar: Well... If we can just knock a hole in one of the side storage pods, we can steal the snacks that fall out to feed the growing resistance. Shloonktapooxis: We're gonna die! Shoonktapooxis: We're gonna live hell... Purple: That's a Vort ship! I didn't think there were any of those left! Call them and tell them we're gonna blow 'em up! Hah! Lard Nar: They're hailing us! They're hailing us! Oh, quick! We need a name! We can't form a resistance and not have a name! Shloonktapooxis: How 'bout the pirate monkeys! Issa awesome name. Lard Nar: Hmmm.... No. We need something scary! Something to strike fear into all who hear of the resistance! Spleenk: I got it! I got it! Red: Identify yourselves. Lard Nar (with voice synthesizer): We are the Resisty! We have come to strike — Purple: Woowoowoowoowoo! Did you say the Resisty? Lard Nar (with voice synthesizer): Yes, yes. The Resisty! Anyhow... we have come — Purple: That's a stupid name. Lard Nar: See, I told you it was stupid! Why do I keep listening to you?! Spleenk: I don't know... Red (no longer wearing the puppet): Destroy them! Red: Fire some kinda laser thingy at 'em... right now! Purple: What's happening?! Why have we lost control?! Zim: I can't wait to see the Tallest's faces when they get here! They'll be so happy! Irken Officer: My Tallest! Our weapons are offline! We're defenseless! Lard Nar: You hear that? Their weapons are down! After them! Get those snacks! Purple: What are you doing?! Red: I'm running a manual diagnostic to find the problem! Red: You! Save the doughnuts! Zim: Hey! I didn't tell the ship to do that! Dib: I told the ship to do that! And in case you're wondering, I'm using your computers to project this hologram of me and to control your leaders' ship. Zim: Dib! Get out of my computer! Zim: You'll ruin everything! Dib: Hey, quit it! Let go! It's mine! Purple: It ain't so bad. Red: I think so too. Shloonktapooxis: Woo! Anyone think that was cool?! Please respond! Lard Nar: They're getting away! Let's go! Red: Hah! Voice interface back online! Computer! Check each system for cause of problem! Zim: Is that Irken equipment you're using? That's Tak's ship your sitting in, isn't it? Dib: Yes it is, Zim! It fell from the — Zim: Isn't it?! Dib: I said it was! Man, you have a problem with listening, Zim! Zim: ISN'T IT?! Computer: Warning! Parasite containment levels are critical! Zim: GIR! Computer: Warning! There's someone at the door! Zim: Let the robo-parents handle it! That's what they're for! Zim: GIR! Get up! What are you doing?! GIR: I made mashed potatoes! Zim: Yes... And muffins! Now fix the containment levels! Now, GIR! Computer: Alert! Something is happening at the front door! Something... horrible! Zim: GIR! Take the Massive's controls in the other room! I have to go up above. GIR: Yaaaay! I don't know what you just said! Robomom: Hey! Hey! Robomom: Hey! Hey everyone! Hey everyone! Hey! Robomom: Come on over everyone and help us eat this little boy! Zim: No! No! We're normal! We're normal! Robodad: That's bad manners, son! I guess we haven't taught you well enough! We don't spend enough quality time together! Robodad: Time to learn you a lesson! Robomom: Awww... Let me get the camera! Robodad: Pay attention to the maid! Dib: Hey! Quit it! You're messing me up! Dib: It's my ship! Would you leave it alone?! Come on! It's my turn! It's stuck! You've been doing it wrong! Come on, let me try! Come on, give it to me! Please! You've had plenty of time! It's my turn! You're up! Zim: Okay, GIR! This is very important! Go back to the containment room and keep the levels right! Do you hear me?! This is your greatest moment ever! Now go! Dib: Tak's ship must be really powerful if it's more than a match for your entire base! You're losing, Zim! Zim: Never! Check this out! Zim: You're nothing, Earth boy! Go home and shave your giant head of smell with your bad self! Dib: Okay... There's all kinds of things wrong with what you just said. Robodad: Come on, son! Let's go play in the toilet! Zim: Huh? Zim: Computer! Lay down a force field! Computer: Shield in place! PS — I have located an alien monitoring device within the base! Zim: Monitoring device? Hah! I found your spy bug, Dib! Computer! Lock onto Dib's transmission signal and transmit a little signal of our own! Dib: What are you doing, Zim? Zim: That's Irken technology you're sitting in, Dib! I'm just reminding it is all. Tak's ship: Security defense systems activated! Tak's ship: Intruder detected. Get your filthy alien meat out of the cockpit! Dib: What the — ? Tak?! Tak's ship: Almost! I'm Tak's downloaded personality interface and it seems you've stolen me! Dib: No! The Massive's almost here! Dib: You gotta let me in! Zim: It's over, Dib! Don don don! Red: I think I've located the source of the problem! Red: A signal coming from planet... Red: ...Earth, locked on to... Red: ...our power core! Zim... Purple: Are we gonna blow him up? Red: Yes... But first thing's first. We've gotta ditch our power core! Beam the power core into the Resisty's ship! It'll be their problem! Shloonktapooxis: We have a problem, sir! There's good news... and bad. Lard Nar: A problem!?! How!?! They're sitting ducks! Aside from all the insane flying around. Lard Nar: Was that part of the bad news? Shloonktapooxis: Yeah... Our power core has been teleported out of the ship! Lard Nar: And the good news!?! Shloonktapooxis: Well, it's been replaced by a new horrible one! Spleenk: We're being pulled towards a nearby planet! We're gonna crash and it's gonna hurt and I don't want to! Lard Nar: Heh, uh, I mean, evacuate the ship! Lard Nar: Activate the shrinky self-destruct! No alien thieves are gonna steal the secrets of this ship! Computer: Shrinky self destruct activated! Lard Nar: Hear me, Irken scum! You have not seen the last... of the Resisty! Lard Nar: That's right, that's still our name. Zim: Hah! Watch, Dib! Watch as I bring a royal audience to the downfall of the human race! Dib: I don't wanna watch that! Zim: Oh, okay. Wait! that's too bad! because mankind ends now! And to make it even sweeter, I'll land the Massive right on top of your... Zim: ...landing pad-sized monster of a head which is disturbingly large! Dib: Nooo! Quit making fun of my head! Dib: Nooo! Zim: What?! Where did it go?! How?! Zim: Nooo! My Tallest! Tallest! Zim: Laugh now, Dib! Laugh while you still have a brain to laugh with, because — Computer: Emergency in parasite containment! Zim: Eh? Communications officer: Long distance communication back online! Red: Now, let's give our friend Zim a call! Purple: Yeah... I'm gonna make him hurt... Zim: My brain! My brain! Me hurting to think! Purple: I'm going to throw up! Red: No! Not on the doughnuts!
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