A/N: Hey, you wonderful, lovely reader, you! Thanks for coming back! ^^ Ah~ Da madness continues! If you like seeing Zim and Dib arguing a lot and competing in the stupidest way possible, you'll like this chapter XD Also we get to meet the Bitterpillar, and get our first look at the "White Rabbit." ^w^ Well, what you waiting for? Read on!

(Just thought I'd mention, this chapter's title is a small allusion to Adventure Time)

Chapter 4- Mushroom War

The Cat and Dib soon caught up to their moody little deserter, who pretended not to notice them. Dib thought it was kind of funny- he'd always thought Zim resembled some sort of bug, but now, stalking along on his spider-legs with giant blades of grass shooting up all around him he looked more insect-like than ever. "Come on, Zim, you don't even know where you're going. Just save your energy and get up here already."

"Nonsense! I know exactly where I'm going! And my extension legs never get tired! They are the height of Irken ingenuity, and-" Not looking where he was going, Zim sailed right into a spider's web. "RRRGH! ARGH! Get me out of this thing!" He twisted and jerked violently, trying to free himself from the thick, sticky strands, but all he managed to do was entangle himself further.

The Cat snapped him up and promptly dropped the irate little alien onto his back. "Now just sit there and enjoy the ride, or I'll eat your head off," he ordered.

"You wouldn't dare!"

"Try me," The feline warned, flashing a set of sharp teeth. He tried to sound serious, but Dib wasn't fooled. He knew this twisted Cat well enough by now to know he was loving every second of their torment. It was like a game for him, seeing how far he could stretch their mental rubber bands before they finally snapped, his sole motivation seemingly nothing more than his own amusement. It suddenly hit him just how insane and unpredictable the Cheshire Cat really was, and he began to wonder if trusting him was really such a good idea.

Zim sat there with his arms crossed and his face drawn into a sulky pout, but he made no attempt to get back down. Dib glanced back at him, searching his face. It was strange- he'd never seen Zim so agitated before. Plenty of times, yes, but never quite to this degree. He seemed not just angry, but… almost embarrassed, somehow. Dib had only a vague idea of how Irken society worked, but he did know that according to their rules of hierarchy you were only as important as your height. Being so small now must've been a huge blow to Zim's ego, and he found himself feeling just the slightest touch of compassion in spite of himself. "C'mon, Zim, just… relax for once, would you?" he said, trying to reason with him but knowing it probably wouldn't work.

"Hmph. You try relaxing when you're the size of a blorchasplaxsis larva!" Zim seethed. Dib had no idea what that was, so he couldn't tell if this was significant or not.

"Uh… yeah. Well, I am the same size as youincase you didn't notice, and you don't hear me complaining about it."

Zim gave a snort of comtempt. "As a matter of fact, I recall you complaining about that more than anything. Every time you'd open your mouth about this place you'd whine how you were always getting squished down or blown up or something."

"Oh NOW you remember what I said!" Dib returned irritably. It was true though- of all the unusual experiences he'd had on his previous trip down the rabbit hole, Dib had found the whole size-changing thing to be of particular annoyance, going from being too small one minute to giant the next, and always at the worst possible times. He couldn't exactly blame Zim for his less-than-thrilled reaction. Instead he tried to come up with something positive to say- which was not especially easy for him. "Okay, I admit this place can be… annoying. And weird. Really weird. But it's not so bad. And besides, you're the one who insisted on coming, you know."

"That was before I was forced to suffer this humiliation," he huffed. "And anyway, you were the one who was wetting your pants about returning to this horrible world. Now you're telling me it's not so bad?"

Dib shrugged wearily. "Yeah, well, we're here now, and there's no point in making things anymore difficult."

Zim would not be swayed. "I swear, Dib-stink, every time I'm near you and your giant head I end up in some awful, parallel dimension."

"Hey, I didn't want you to come in the first place! Don't get mad at me!" Dib snapped. "And that only happened that one time!" Zim stuck out his tongue, and Dib spun around and faced front once more, angry resentment contorting his features. What had he been thinking! Trying to comfort Zim of all things! That was the last time he'd ever feel sorry for that… that… stupid, immature little jerk!

Just remember… you're doing this for Gaz… you're doing this for Gaz… he repeated over in his head. He wondered where she was right now, and if she was okay. His sister was tough, there was no doubt about that, but he was still worried about her. Who knew what kind of horrible torture she might be suffering at Zim or the Rabbit or whoever's hand right now? It was odd, but he no longer found himself thinking of Gaz's Wonderland counterpart as a different person. She was simply his sister, the same way the Gaz in his own world was, and this made him all the more determined to help her. It was just too bad he was stuck putting up with Zim's whiny, childish little attitude through the whole thing.

Zim, for his part, couldn't believe the situation he was in. He should have been working on his latest, brilliant plan for global conquest right now, not riding on the back of some mangy feline creature though an awful place like this! With his most hated foe, no less! And shrunk down to such a horrible, miniscule size… what would his leaders think if they saw him like this!? Even Skoodge would laugh at him! GRRRR! This was all the Dib's fault! Clearly he'd tricked him into coming here! He promised himself right then and there that if he ever got out of this he'd melt that rotten, little Dib-stink's legs into jelly!

They rode the rest of the way without a word, the two passengers silently fuming at each other, until the Cat finally came to a halt. "Okay, guys- we're here!"

Dib and Zim slid down off the Cheshire Cat, the ground dark and damp and spongy beneath their shoes, finding themselves surrounded on all sides by a forest of tall, grey mushrooms with wide tops hanging like umbrellas over their heads. A low, chilly mist hovered in the air around them, causing a slight wave of goosebumps to ripple up and down Dib's arms, though it was more likely due to the eerie sense of deja'vu he felt than the cold. As the two ventured forward the mist grew thicker- no, not mist Dib realized. Smoke. A thick, acrid smoke that invaded their lungs, making their throats burn. As they got closer, a large, round mushroom slowly materialized through the purple haze, and a form sitting on top of it began to take shape. A second later the two boys found themselves staring up into the face of none other than their teacher's Wonderlanian equivalent, the Caterpillar.

She appeared almost exactly as Dib remembered: long, segmented torso, multiple arms, sickly blue skin, antennae that stuck out on either side of her bun, and of course Ms. Bitters's unmistakably dour features sitting atop a thin, insectile neck. The only big difference were two deformed shapes sticking out of her back that had once clearly been wings, but now resembled a pair of dead leaves, charred flesh still clinging scantily to their skeletal framework. Zim gaped up at their teacher with open-eyed disbelief, awestruck and more than a little disturbed at seeing her mutated visage. Even all of the Dib-worm's incessant rambling hadn't quite prepared him.

For a moment she seemed to take no notice of the newcomers, then in a creepy, jerking manner she snapped her gaze directly down at the two startled boys. "Who are YOU!?" she growled in a voice indistinguishable from the one that lectured them on doom and gloom in class everyday.

Geez, this is familiar, Dib thought (as well as he could, for all the smoke was making him feel light-headed). "Um, don't you remember, Ms. Bit- uh, Caterpillar? I'm Dib. I met you the last time I was here?"

She squinted at him through the dusky cloud surrounding her, eyebrows popping in mild recognition. "Oh. It's you again. And what about that one?" She pointed to his companion with the tip of her hookah.

"That's Zim. He's… with me," Dib answered, somewhat begrudgingly.

"How fascinating." The Caterpillar's voice dripped with sarcasm. "Now go away." She inhaled deeply and blew a series of smoke rings in their direction. Dib waved them away and took another step forward.

"No, wait. We need to talk to you," he managed to choke out, his eyes red and stinging. He gestured back towards the striped feline. "The Cheshire Cat told us you could help us."

The Cat grinned and offered her a little wave. She grumbled something unintelligible deep in her throat. "Hey, come on now, you owe me," he said.

"For what?" Dib asked.

"He pulled me out of a bug zapper once- shortly after I met you in fact," the Caterpillar grumbled again, the tone of her voice implying that this was somehow Dib's fault. "Okay, fine…" She let out an exasperated grunt to illustrate just how much of a Herculean effort this was on her part. "What do you want?"

"We need you to tell us how defeat the Jabberwocky," Dib said.

"Hmph." A darkly amused smirk crossed Ms. Bitters's face. "You plan on going up against the Jabberwocky?"

Dib fidgeted uncomfortably. "Well… I'd rather not, but I need to help my sister, and the Cat said there was some Wonderland prophecy that says I'm the only one who can defeat it."

Ms. Bitters let out a snort of laughter. "And you actually believed him?"

Dib looked over at the Cat who stood there twiddling his fingers. "Yeah, um, about that… " the Cat began. "There isn't any prophecy."

Dib's jaw dropped. "What!?"

The Cat smiled impishly. "Are you really that surprised?"

Given all he knew about the Cheshire Cat up to this point, he honestly couldn't say he was. "No," he said, tone tired and disappointed. "But then why did you ask for my help?"

"Well, truth is you were just the first person I thought of." The Cat shrugged as if dragging Dib back into this crazy other-world with his archenemy in tow to challenge its over-thrower and do battle with a creature straight out of a nightmare weren't no big thang. "But hey, you've beaten the Zim in your world a bunch of times, so I figured taking on his bunny counterpart would be no problem for you."

"Yeah, well the closest the Zim in my world has to a hideous, giant monster is that little robot of his," Dib mumbled. "…Hey, how do you know about all that, anyway?"

"That's, uh, not important right now," the Cat replied hastily.

"LIES!" Zim screeched, startling the two of them. "I don't know who told you such vicious lies, but the Dib has NEVER beaten the mighty ZIM! You hear!? NEVEEEEERRRRR!"

"I've beaten you dozens of times!" Dib shot back.

"YOU LIE, DIB-SMELL!"

"Oh yeah?" Dib challenged. "Well then why aren't you the ruler of Earth right now?"

"Because… SHUT UP, that's why!" Zim stuck out his lower lip in a pout, but said nothing else.

Dib let out a mournful sigh and looked at the ground. This whole situation just kept getting worse and worse. Of course he'd suspected from the beginning that the whole 'prophecy' thing was complete bunk, but it had nonetheless given him a tiny grain of hope. Now, with that promise of victory snuffed out, his confidence was severely shaken, and he was certain that by the end of this he'd more than likely wind up as a little, spiky-haired Jabberwocky hours'derve. Still, even though he was more scared than he'd ever been in his life (except maybe that time he had that ghost ninja in his toilet- woo, that had been a bad one), he knew he had no other choice if he wanted to help Gaz. He tuned his face back up towards the Caterpillar, his gaze hard and determined. "Okay, so maybe there's no prophecy, but if I do have to fight the Jabberwocky I'd like to know how to win against it.

"And I want to know how this "White Rabbit" can control such a formidable beast," Zim interrupted.

Dib couldn't help glaring at him suspiciously, but he nodded. "Yeah, actually… I kinda would like to know how he took over this place."

Ms. Bitters stuck the hookah in her mouth, inhaling deeply before answering. "If you must know, there's only one thing that can beat the Jabberwocky, and that's…" she paused for dramatic effect, "…the Vorpal Sword."

"Vorpal Sword?" Dib and Zim asked in unison.

"That's what I said!" she spat, glaring at them before continuing. "It used to belong to the Queen of Hearts, but somehow the Rabbit stole it from her. Anyone who has the sword can control the creature and make it do whatever they want. I guess it's magical or something."

Dib clenched his fists. "So that's what happened. We have to steal that sword back!" All at once he felt a spark of hope again. Maybe it wasn't much, but hey… at least stealing a sword sounded a lot easier than facing the Jabberwocky head on in battle.

Zim looked skeptical. "Are you sure this sword is the only way to defeat the beast?"

Ms. Bitters glared at him, not looking at all amused at having her Intel questioned. "Well, you could do like the White Knight did and go up against the Jabberwocky without it," she said flippantly.

"White Knight?" Dib asked, suddenly curious. "Who's that?"

Ms. Bitters took another puff, the smoke hanging around her head like a purple veil. "Some idiot who showed up out of nowhere and declared he was going to "Vanquish the monster in the name of the Queen," or some nonsense. He tried to fight it, but without the Vorpal Sword…" she trailed off, her last word lingering in the air.

"What happened to him?" Dib prodded, more curious than ever.

"Who knows. Probably still digesting."

Dib swallowed hard at this morbid image, trying to keep that knot of fear in his stomach from rising. "Looks like getting that sword back from the Rabbit is our only option, then."

Ms. Bitters shrugged unconcernedly. "Try if you like. It's not like I care… not that I wouldn't mind seeing that little vermin brought down," she added resentfully.

"Why?"

The Caterpillar's gaze drifted upwards. "I was staying in the Queen's rose garden when he took over. Thick grass, tons of leaves, lots of dark, dark, shady bushes with thick branches to hide in; it was… not horrible," she said almost wistfully. "But then when the filthy little rodent took over he executed all the gardeners and let the entire grounds fall to ruin. I had to move back here… back out into the sun." She shivered.

"Well, don't worry. Now that we know all this we'll definitely get that sword back to the Queen and take that Rabbit down!"Dib declared, a note of excitement creeping into his voice.

Zim gave him a sharp look. "Are you crazy!?"

"Huh?"

The green one threw his arms in the air. "Look at us! You really think we're going to accomplish anything at this miserable, insignificant little size!?"

Dib supposed he had a point.

"Why don't you two half-wits just try the mushroom?" Ms. Bitters yawned, having had enough of these two morons in her presence.

Zim's eyes flashed on her immediately. "Eh?"

A trail of smoke curling lazily from the side of her mouth, she waved a hand towards the dull grey mushroom beneath her. "If you eat from this side, it'll make you grow larger."

Zim looked at Dib. Dib looked at Zim. Their eyes locked, both of them getting the exact same idea at the exact same time.

They practically ran over each other making a mad dash for the mushroom. Ripping out two large hunks, they stuffed as much at they possibly could into their mouths, and almost instantly they shot upwards. However, Dib ended up growing a good, full-head taller than Zim. He looked down at his nemesis, shooting him a smug grin, but seeing his most hated enemy taller than him was something Zim was simply not about to tolerate. He tore off another piece in his teeth, sneering at Dib as he quickly grew up past him. Not about to be beaten so easily himself, Dib scowled and took another bite. A second later Zim did the same thing, rising up taller than the dark-haired boy once more.

On and on and on, they kept going like this, trying to out-do each other in one of their famous displays of fierce yet dumb rivalry, until someone shouted, "HEY! STUPIDS!"

Dib and Zim blinked. Their intense concentration broken, they finally tore their eyes from one another and looked down to see the Cheshire Cat glaring up at them with his arms folded, tail whipping back and forth, tapping his foot impatiently. And only now that they were paying attention did they realize just how absurdly huge they'd become, towering almost twice as high as the treetops.

Dib offered up a sheepish grin. "Heh heh. Oops… I, uh… guess we overdid it a little."

The Cat smacked his forehead, Ms. Bitters chuckling at him under her breath. Mumbling something to himself and seeming genuinely annoyed for the first time, he ripped two pieces out of the other side of the mushroom and vanished, reappearing in the air between the two boys. Dib politely held out his palm and the Cat settled down upon it, holding the pieces out to them. "Hurry up and eat these so we can get going already." Dib carefully took one between his fingertips, but Zim just started at the other piece dubiously.

"What's that for?"

"It'll shrink you back to normal size again," Dib explained helpfully.

Zim looked at him like he'd grown a second head. "Have you the brain worms!? Why on IRK would I want that?"

"You wantto stay a giant?" Dib said dryly.

Zim clasped his hands, his eyes shimmering. "Are you kidding? This is amazing! I'm taller than the tallest Tallest that ever lived! Taller than all of them combined! This is the greatest thing that's ever happened! I'd be worshiped as a GOD backon my planet!"

"Well I'm not taking you anywhere like that," the Cat informed him. "They'll see us coming from ten miles away. Either you eat this and get down to a more manageable size, or I'm ditching you."

Zim folded his arms stubbornly. "Go ahead, then! The ALLMIGHTY ZIM does not care!"

Dib narrowed an eye at him. "You're really just gonna stay up here by yourself?"

"If it means I get to be tall, then yes," Zim responded, turning his back to him.

"Come on, Zim…" Dib tried once more to reason with him, but Zim would have none of it. "Fine. Have fun just standing here for the rest of your life," he snapped, no longer caring what happened to his obnoxious companion. He popped the teeny bit of mushroom in his mouth, and in another moment he'd shrunk back down to his usual, Dib-like height. He heaved a sigh of relief, thinking how nice it was to finally be back to normal. He never thought he'dhave to go through all that 'big' and 'small' junk again.

Dib and the Cheshire Cat turned and started off down the path, the Cat tossing Zim a cursory wave over his shoulder. "Okay then, I guess we're headed for the palace! See ya!"

Zim attempted to follow them, grunting with effort as he tried to move his legs, but the trees grew close together and the dense, leafy branches made it next to impossible. "Wait!" he blurted out in a thundering voice. They turned around and found him staring down at them, trying to make his face look as sad and pitiful as he possibly could. "Y-you're really just going to leave me here?" he whimpered, his lower lip quivering.

"Oh, geez…" Dib groaned, smacking his palm against his forehead. He'd never seen such a blatant attempt to get someone to feel sorry for them.

"Just get down here and you're more than welcome to join us," the Cat told him.

"Do I really have to?" Zim asked, giving him the most heart-breaking look he could conjure up.

"Yes. Yes you do."

Seeing that the Cat wasn't falling for it, Zim's tearful look dissolved into a reluctant frown. "Okay, fine! Just give me the stupid mushy-room thing, already!"

Fast-forward to a few moments later, and Zim stood there letting out a deeply tragic sigh as he once more found himself back to his usual, diminutive height. Glancing back, he started inching towards the mushroom. "Maybe just ooooone little piece for later…"

"No," the Cat said firmly.

"Aw, come on!" Zim pleaded.

"No."

"Come oooonnnnnn!"

"NO!"

"Rrrrrgh! Curse you, striped-one! CURSE YOOOUUUUU!"he cried, raising his gloved fists angrily towards the sky.

The Cat just rolled his eyes (well, again, that's what his tone implied). "Uh-huh. Can we just get going," he said, not meaning it as a question. The poor Irken sulked angrily, but followed behind anyway, lamenting the entire time over his lost opportunity to finally be tall, and effectively driving Dib out of his mind.

At the outermost edge of a forest thick with dying vegetation stood the former Queen of Heart's castle, a foreboding fortress built from white stone and trimmed with dark, stained-glass windows and blood-red rooftops and spires that pierced the sky. Vultures hung in the air around its towers, adding a nice accent to the ominous picture it made. Inside, the castle's new occupant was enjoying one of his favorite activities.

His lips curling up in evil delight, he snapped his fingers. 'Bring him!"

Two card soldiers marched into the room, dragging with them a small, smiling redhead. "Hi, Sir!" he bubbled in an unnervingly cheery voice.

"Hello, Keef," the White Rabbit- now more widely known as the King of Hearts (at least in his own delusional mind), and known to Dib as Zim (and sometimes space-monster), and who will be referred to hereafter as 'Zim-bunny' or 'Bunny-Zim' to us because it just sounds so dang cute- drawled, his wide grin hiding the malice he had planned. "How are you, today?"

"Oh, I'm just great, Sir! The dungeon floor wasn't even that cold last night!"

"That's good to hear," the Zim-bunny chuckled. "And if I were you I'd try to keep that happy little thought in mind for the next several minutes." He sauntered over to a strange machine. Just by looking at it, it was hard to tell exactly what it did, but from the sharp spikes and other such dangerous looking features sticking out of it, it was clear what its purpose was- to inflict the most horrible, unimaginable, torturous pain any human being has ever suffered. Keef smiled as he was led over to it and strapped in.

"Okay, buddy!" he chirped. "It's okay, I think I'm almost healed up from the last time."

Let's see if we can't make your recovery period take a little longer this time, the Zim-bunny thought with a snicker. He pulled down a lever, and Keef's hideous yet somehow still happy screams reverberated throughout the room, music to the Zim-bunny's long white ears. He dusted his hands off in satisfaction, strolled over to his big, cushy throne, and flopped down on the cushion, snuggling into it. A few feet away GIR sat on the floor, his metal lips sipping at a teacup, while Minimoose, wearing little grey mouse ears (he was really the Dormoose the whooooole time!) hovered in the air above his grossly oversized top-hat. "More tea?" GIR offered, lifting the cup over his head. Minimoose took a small sip and let out a squeaky 'Myah!' of joy.

"Ahhh…" the Zim-bunny sighed blissfully, kicking his feet up on the armrest. He ran a finger along the rim of his new gold crown, liking the feel of its heavy weight on his head. "It's great being me. Mmm, yep… so great. So so so…"

Before he could indulge himself further, Skoodge came bursting into the room in a huge frenzy. "Sir!" the stocky little Irken cried somewhat out of breath, taking a second to bow to his king.

"Ah, Knave," the Zim-bunny purred in the tone of one who couldn't possibly imagine anything happening to spoil his nice, relaxing day. "You have news to report?"

Skoodge saluted. "Yes Sir! I was patrolling the South Woods, and I think I saw something!"

"Well?" the Zim-bunny prodded when Skoodge just stood there.

"I can't be sure, but I think I saw two strangers. I didn't get a good look at both of them, but I'm pretty sure one of them had on a black coat and had black pointy hair."

This immediately got Bunny-Zim's attention. "Did they have… glasses?"

"Yeah. I think so."

That was all he needed to hear. The Zim-bunny's features twisted into something on the verge of pure evil. He leapt up on his throne, striking one of those over-the-top 'Zim' poses he'd been saving especially for this occasion. "FINALLY! I knew he'd be back someday! Oh how I've waited for this day! This day I've… uh, been waiting for! The day I will have my REVENGE!" He tossed his head back, laughing like a super-villain, his cacophonous cackles of doom echoing all throughout the castle. Thinking this was some sort of fun game, GIR joined in, adding to the bizarre sound.

After he'd finished, the Zim-bunny tilted his gaze down at Skoodge. "Anything else?"

"Not really," Skoodge shrugged. "There was this cat hanging around, and-"

"Did you say a CAT!?" The Zim-bunny's pink nose was suddenly a centimeter away from the Knave's face. Though he was afraid of offending his suddenly psychotic looking Majesty, he couldn't help backing away uneasily.

"Y-yes, Sir. A striped cat with purple hair."

The look that now spread across his King's face was really starting to make Skoodge nervous. Strike that- it was just plain freaking him out! "Um… a-are you okay, Sir?" he uttered as Bunny-Zim finished up another round of maniacal laugher.

"Am I okay!?" He leaped at Skoodge.

"Don't hurt me!" The chubby Irken threw up his hands, but the Zim-bunny grabbed him by the wrists and spun him around, laughing with deranged merriment.

"This is fantastic! And here I thought this day couldn't get any better! Not only has the Dib-insect returned, but that miserable feline has shown his face at last!" He strolled over to two pictures posted on the wall. One was a crude, rather unflattering drawing of Dib with his head blown up ten times bigger than his body, the other was of the Cheshire Cat with his fingers hooked in his cheeks and his tongue sticking out. His eyes bored into them. "Surely that horrible Cat is the one responsible for bringing the Dib back here! Thinks he can stop me," he chuckled. "But now that you're both here it is a double helping of vengeance I will rain down upon you! At last, both of you will PAY for humiliating me!"

Bunny-Zim stared off into space, flashing back to the day of the trial as he'd done so many times over the past few months, the fury and frustration he'd felt back then still fresh in his memory.

For reasons that still eluded him, the miserable Dib-stink had simply shown up out of nowhere one day, chasing after him and accusing him of being this 'Zam' creature or some such foolishness. After stalking him relentlessly across the entirety of Wonderland, the Dib had followed him to the Queen of Heart's croquet match where he'd insisted on holding a trial after the previous Knave was accused of stealing the Queen's Game Slave 2. There, he'd not only insulted him in front of the entire court, but then had the unmitigated audacity to escape right out from underneath his mighty blade of death. Standing over him triumphantly and aiming right for Dib's neck, he'd been about to deliver the final WHAK when that troublesome, interfering Cheshire Cat had appeared. The Cat had whispered something to Dib, and before he knew it the boy had vanished without a trace. He'd dropped to his knees and let out a mournful wail of outrage while the Cat just sat there grinning that hideous, mocking, infuriating grin of his.

Snapping out of his daydream, Bunny-Zim turned back to Skoodge. "There's no doubt the two of them will be headed here. Knave! I want you to go around the palace and spread the word! Tell everyone to keep an eye out for them!"

"Yes, Sir!" Skoodge saluted and bounded out of the room.

"I'll just wait for them to come to me," Bunny-Zim grinned, his magenta eyes alight with malevolence. "And when they do, I'll make sure they receive a most fitting welcome." He laughed low in his throat, then hopped back up on his throne, motioning to the guards to un-strap Keef and drag him over. "Now! You! Dance for your ruler!" he commanded.

"Okay!" Keef chirped, and began doing a happy little jig, uttering an occasional "Oww…" as he attempted to move his broken and battered limbs. He let out a shriek as Bunny-Zim fired a laser at his feet.

"Faster! And more JIGGLY!"

The redhead, looking somehow happy and terrified at the same time, moved his legs even faster as the Zim-bunny's cruel laughter once more filled the air.

A/N: Man, poor Keef XD I think Bunny-Zim is even more psychotic than regular Zim, and that is NOT an easy feat. As the new ruler of Wonderland he's completely MAD with power, so he's even more evil and egotistical than his real-world counterpart. We'll have to see just how deep down the rabbit hole his madness goes heh heh. Join me next time, and we'll also see if Dib and Zim can cooperate long enough to infiltrate the palace (I'm betting 'no'), and find out what happened to the Queen of Hearts, and also meet some more IZ characters horribly mutated into Wonderland ones. As always, thank you for reading ^^