CH9

Plankton smiled ever so arrogantly as he watched his enemies easily conquered. "Ha-ha-ha-ha! Victory is mine! Victory is mine! Sweet, sweet victory is at last all MINE!"

"Gee, I'm glad I don't sound so ridiculous," Zim remarked as he slowly rose to his feet. "Well you have your krabby patty so just give me what is mine and I'll be on my way."

"I have a better idea," Plankton snickered evilly and ordered one of his robots to grab Zim. "How about I keep what's inside your package, and take the world over for myself."

"Take over the world?" Krabs asked almost hopefully. "Sure, he-he-he; that sounds like a terrific idea Plankton. But best you leave that krabby patty alone then; you don't want to take on such a big project as takin' over the world after you've stuffed yourself right?"

"Nice try Krabs," Plankton shook his head. "But I still plan on ruling fast food industry as well, and I'm going to use your krabby patty to do it." Then the miniaturized villain's face was come over with impious desire as his thoughts turned to his luscious prize.

"Hmmm, say Eugene, think I'll just open this up and have a little nibble right here so you can watch." Plankton cruelly teased.

"No, please I'm beggin' ya," Mister Krabs whimpering pleas fell on deaf ears. Plankton evilly cackled and smiled, relishing every moment of misery he brought to Eugene Krabs. But as he opened the paper to reveal the wonderful, delicious krabby patty his gleeful expression turned to shock then rage as he lifted up a pair of bunched up dirty, smelly black socks. "What the…!"

"HA-HA-HA-HA! Who's smiling now you puny bug thing!" Zim now took an arrogant stance and gloated. "No one double crosses Invader Zim! NO ONE! Now Gir!" he commanded at the top of his lunges. "-attack mode number 96!"

Gir forgot all about his sick stomach as his eyes once more turned warlike red and blasted off into attack mode. Plankton and the rest of the sea creatures quickly learned that Plankton's minion robots were no match for the speedy and quick thinking red eyed Gir. With lightening speed he blasted the other robots in smithereens then zoomed toward the robot holding Zim's package and snatched it from the robot with ease before blasting him as well. He immediately returned to his master's side and at last proudly handed him the item they had searched so hard for. However instead of congratulating him for a job well done, Zim began to chastise.

"Gir, I told you to use attack mode 96. Clearly that was attack mode 69!"

"You sure?" his robot wondered then pulled out his attack mode manual.

"Look Master, that was attack mode 96; see it says so right here," he pointed to the number on one of the pages.

"No Gir, that's not number 96, its 69. You have your book upside down again." Zim said condescendingly as he took Gir's book away from him and turned it around for him.

"Oh," the humbled robot sheepishly giggled.

"Well never mind about that now," Zim began to monolog. "Victory is mine! Victory is mine! At last, sweet, sweet victory is finally mine! Hmmm, for some reason that sounds vaguely familiar, oh well."

Zim now eagerly began to unwrap his package and finally unveiled his anti-gravitation apparatus that he so rightfully deserved. He stared at it for a moment not entirely sure if he was seeing what he actually saw. It was a long thin cylinder object, about three feet long with pedals for his feet on one end and a handle for him to hold onto on the other. Gradually, as everyone else realized what Zim was holding snickered and giggled.

"A pogo stick?" Mister Krabs mocked. "You're going to destroy the world with a pogo stick?"

Now everyone was heartily laughing. "I-I haven't seen one of those since I was a squidling!" Squidward commented as he slapped one of his thighs and laughed.

"You really do call your young 'squidlings'?" Zim stopped to remark before remembering just how infuriating this situation had become.

"You dare laugh at your very doom? Pitiful fools! This is a lethal weapon, not a child's play thing. Prepare yourselves for destruction you dreadful sea creatures! Just watch! I'll show you!" He then studied the device and carefully got on. "OK, these pedals must activate it somehow; I'll just get on here…" he carefully put one foot on a pedal. "…and try this," he put his other foot on the other pedal. "…and see if this doesn't turn it on."

Quickly he began to loose his balance and instinctively he tried to regain it by moving his weight around. This motion he caused made the, ahem, 'anti-gravitation apparatus' function but not quite the way Zim was expecting. Instantly he discovered that he and only he was rising into the air and nothing else. Jump after jump Zim continued to leap uncontrollably away from the crowd and out into the wide open sea. Everyone followed after him watching to see what would happen next.

"Gir, how do I stop this crazy thing?" he asked in a frightened voice. But before Gir could come to his rescue Zim took a tremendous plunge and soared higher than he ever imagined.

"Wow! Look at him go!" Gir pointed up into the watery sky, "He just keeps going up and up and up."

"Yah, but what goes up, must come down." Mister Krabs solemnly reminded everyone.

Just then, Zim began to loose altitude and he found himself falling back to the hard flat sea bed at incredible speed while he yelled for dear life. "Gir-r-r-r!"

The next thing Zim knew, he was laying face down on the ground, his head spinning and the taste of his own blood in his mouth. He knew he blacked out for what he thought was a only moment or two but apparently it must have been longer.

"Zim!" he heard Dib roughly bark his name.

Zim slowly raised his head and looked around. He was no longer in the ocean as he believed, and it was becoming clear to him that he had never been. "Wha.."

"You have done some really stupid things Zim, but trying to get away from me by taking off on a pogo stick? What were you thinking?" Dib jeered as he stood over Zim with a smug look on his face. "I mean really Zim that was just –dumb."

Dib then turned and walked away from Zim, giving him one last disgusted glare before he left the alien alone on the sidewalk. Zim sat up gradually coming to his senses.

"I hate to agree with you, but in this case I must," he quietly said to Dib though he had long gone his way. Zim carefully stood up and brushed himself off as if he was brushing his dignity back into place, took the pogo stick in hand and quietly walked to his fortress. He walked in to see Gir was sitting next to his pet pig on the couch and began to look for the remote to the TV.

"Hey master," Gir happily called out to him. "Wanna watch some TV with us?"

"Not now Gir," Zim politely said as he found the remote and began to set the parental controls blocking out the "Nickelodeon Channel" entirely.

"I never want you to watch this channel again Gir; it's filled with nothing but useless garbage. Now if you'll excuse me, I'll be in the lower level I have a concussion that needs attending."

"OK master," Gir sweetly replied as he watched his master calmly walk away and step into the garbage can to make his way to the lower levels of his domain. Soon after Gir took the remote and turned the channel to "Cartoon Network".

"Don't worry Pig," he assured his favorite swine. "I bet I can get him to change his mind by next week. Now perk up; its time for Ed, Edd and Eddy!"

-THE END