Invader Gaz Explains It All

Many years later…

"Hello everyone and welcome to Good Morning Universe!" A blue furred monkey like alien with four arms and a long tail in a well made suit and tie chirped into the camera. "The Planetary Federation's most popular morning show! I'm Gleek your host. My co-host Kitty Lee is in the hospital recovering from plastic surgery. Again. Boy they sure don't make silicone implants like they used to don't they?"

"But that's okay because we have some very special guests with us today! We all know who the InvaderZ are," Gleek said cheerfully. "They are the most ruthless, savage and dangerous bounty hunters slash ultimate fighting champions slash spokespeople ever to hit the galaxy. And they're right here in our studio!"

Gaz, Dib, Zim and Gir were on a couch. "HI THERE!" Gir waved to the cameras. "I'm on TV!"

Needless to say since it had been several years since the last chapter the gang looked a bit different.

Gaz had changed on the outside. True her hairstyle was similar but her taste in clothes was different. The eighteen year old young woman wore a black and purple tank top with black pants with a purple stripe on the sides. She also wore a black jacket made of the leather of some alien animal. Her stylish black and purple boots had medium heels and she wore some lovely glittering purple jewelry on her neck, wrists and ears. She even wore makeup, a very flattering shade of lipstick and foundation that made her skin look radiant. As well as light purple eye shadow that brought out the light in her eyes.

She also had dozens of weapons both hidden and seen on her person, and that darkness inside her soul had grown three times stronger since childhood. And that ruthlessness made her the leader of the group.

Of course the real difference was that every now and then she actually smiled. A cruel sadistic smile which meant: 'I know I'm stronger, tougher and more beautiful than you are. Deal with it.' But still a smile.

Dib had changed as well. After all he also was eighteen now. True he still had his trademark scythe hairstyle, but it was longer, more jagged and sharper. It seemed to crown nearly a foot over the rest of his head and the final bit of it was so long it was half way down his backside. (His head was still very large but not as obvious as it was in childhood. The large hair seemed to detract from that.). The rest of his hair was long in the back down to his neck and the sides of his head had been shaved clean.

Or as the rumors went his head was just way too big for all his hair to fit on it.

Dib wore a very similar long black trench coat and black boots than he did when he was younger. He also wore flexible black body armor over his body. His glasses had been replaced with special sunglasses that had tinted blue lenses and a host of other special features such as night vision, X-ray vision, Q-ray vision and scanners. The tops of his ears had silver bands on them. He wore black gloves and some kind of purple crystal necklace around his neck. He had blasters, a knife strapped to his left boot, a large scythe like sword in a scabbard on his back as well as dozens of other hidden weapons all over his body.

A body that was now almost six foot five feet tall (Not counting the hair.). Still thin and wiry, but stronger, sharper, faster. And meaner. Definitely meaner.

Zim was the most changed of the group, meaning he had actually grown a few feet in a surprising twist. In fact he was now five foot eight which for an Irken is pretty tall. He also had abandoned his traditional Invader garb for a black bodysuit with some kind of red stone in the center of it, a black trench coat and several different kind of weapons. Somewhere along the line Zim had taken a fancy to a black cowboy hat and had adopted it into his persona. Lately he had refused to go anywhere without it and the other InvaderZ saw no reason not to humor him.

Gir however had not changed at all. He was still short. Still stupid and still extremely insane. Except the fact that every other day he seemed to be able to follow orders a little bit better. And he was much better at blowing stuff up if that was possible.

Well it was possible once Zim and the others figured out Gir's Bye Bye Boom technique and spent a year training him how to at least use it when they wanted him to. Gir got really good at using that and many a moon and planet had been destroyed during that past year during his training.

Of course they still had Minimoose, who was not in the studio today. He was getting his antlers polished. Although Minimoose hadn't grown either he had gotten stronger and more powerful and became completely devoted to Gaz, his new mistress. Willing to blow up and destroy anything and everything on her slightest whim. Not to mention being her favorite snuggle pillow during those long cold nights.

In other words they had become such a force for mayhem, violence and destruction even the most hardened criminals and ruthless killers in five galaxies would be nervous to even think about insulting them.

"Welcome InvaderZ! Now let me ask you a few questions," He then noticed a hard look Zim was giving him. "Uh if you don't mind?"

"Not at all," Gaz said in a strangely polite tone. "That's why we're here. Fire away."

"Okay…" Zim took out a blaster and aimed it at Gleek.

"Not you!" Gaz snapped.

Dib's hair moved quickly and grabbed the blaster. It put it in Dib's hands. "For crying out loud Zim! You're getting more trigger happy than usual!" He snapped, his voice deeper than it was in childhood.

"Give it back!" Zim reached to grab his blaster back.

"No," Dib held it out of reach.

"Give it you…" Zim snarled.

"ZIM!" Gaz snapped. "Behave yourself and Dib will give you your blaster back."

"I'm on TV!" Gir said cheerfully waving to the camera.

"Just promise you'll behave Zim!" Dib said.

"I promise nothing!" Zim shouted.

"TV!" Gir jumped up and down on the couch. "TV! TV! PARTY TONIGHT!"

"Give it back! Give it back!" Zim tried to grab it but Dib's hair held it out of reach.

"ZIM!" Gaz snapped.

"TV!" Gir bounced happily.

"Okay fine! I promise!" Zim grumbled. Dib smugly handed the weapon back with his hair.

"Okay…How did he do that?" Gleek blinked. "Is that a human trait or…?"

"No, for some reason only the male members of our family can manipulate their hair and make it move and do stuff," Gaz shrugged. "My Dad used to give us rides on his head when we were little all the time. His hair would grab us and…"

"I get the picture," Gleek blinked.

"Of course I can do a lot more with my hair than my so called father because it's longer," Dib smirked. "And I practice with it every day."

"Stupid hair. Ever since you got your growth spurt you've been playing with that thing like it's some sort of plaything!" Zim grumbled. "My antennae are ten times more useful than that stupid mop of hair!"

"No, no! We are not having this argument again!" Gaz shouted. "Knock it off you two! Gir, stop bouncing on the couch!"

"Okay!" Gir stopped.

"The name InvaderZ, where did you get it?" Gleep asked.

"I am glad you asked that Gleep! It came from me! Zim!" Zim said proudly. "Invader Zim!"

"He's right. We called ourselves InvaderZ with a large Z," Gaz said.

"I am ZIM!"

"Mostly to shut him up," Gaz groaned. "Didn't work. But the name stuck."

"So what's it like being bounty hunters?" Gleep asked.

"Technically we're not really bounty hunters. We're freelance planetary invaders," Zim corrected.

"Basically our job is simple and sweet. People hire us to invade a planet that's trying to invade their planet. We go and kick that planet's ass, steal a bunch of stuff and make sure they never even think about invading other planets again," Gaz smirked.

"It's more fun to invade those types of planets because they have more stuff to break," Dib smirked. "But occasionally we invade other planets for empires because they hire us."

"You mean that war between the Vraxx and the Kreen?" Gleek asked.

"Yeah those guys. To be fair neither of them are very nice and trashing both empires is a lot of fun," Dib smirked.

"And the biggest threats to the Planetary Federation since the Irken Empire was destroyed," Gleek nodded. "Uh no offense Invader Zim."

"None taken," Zim shrugged. "Since I was one of the ones who broke it."

"Those two idiot empires are so busy fighting each other they don't have time to attack the PF," Gaz agreed. "And now that Irk has finally started to rebuild things are going to get very interesting."

"Last I heard Irk rebuilt itself as a mercenary planet, hiring out their warriors and invaders because thanks to the Irken Accord which was signed two years ago they can't have an empire any more," Gleek said.

"Yeah but if I know my people and believe me I do, they'll break that treaty the first chance they get to rebuild their precious empire," Zim grunted. "Some of this new group of Tallest are just as stupid as the old ones. Except for Tallest Tenn, she kind of has a brain."

"That's why a lot of Irkens are now food drones and or business drones," Dib said. "They're trying the old conquer the universe through corporation schemes."

"I see. Let's get personal shall we? Now Dib and Gaz…Do you have a last name or…?" Gleep asked.

"Technically we don't have a last name," Gaz explained. "See Dad legally got rid of his last name long before we were born so we don't really know what it was. He just dropped his name to Membrane. And then Professor Membrane. You know how some people are only known by one name?"

"Like Prince, Madonna…" Dib added.

"Flibble, Zok…" Zim added more well known alien celebrities.

"But for legal reasons we had to have some last name so people just started calling us Membrane as our last name, even though technically we don't have one," Gaz said.

"I wanted to rename ourselves 'Mothman' or something cool," Dib grunted. "But Gaz insisted that by keeping the Membrane name we'd be really sticking it to our Dad so…"

"So have you seen your father?" Gleep asked.

"We haven't seen that jerk ever since we trashed Earth and left that rotting pile of garbage we used to call home," Gaz snorted. "And quite frankly we don't have any intention of going back there anytime soon."

"If I never see that stupid pile of rocks and dumb monkey brains called humans ever again it will be too soon," Zim agreed.

"I dunno. I might want to go back and check up on things. Find my old man and beat the crap out of him," Dib shrugged.

"Uh huh, let's go back to the early days of your career. Everyone knows about the Day of the Dib which is now an official Planetary Federation Holiday. And there are many stories about the fall of the Irken Empire which happened on the Earth Invasion the following day."

"Hey I was only ten years old!" Dib protested. "You try dealing with finding out you're a neglected clone experiment, two alien invasions, your entire life is a lie and being bonded to your worst enemy in the same week and see how emotionally stable you act!"

"That's still a sore point for Dib," Gaz sighed. "And the rest of the universe."

"O-kay…" Gleek got the hint. "Gaz is it true that you and your brother have gotten closer over the years?"

"What kind of stupid question is that?" Dib and Gaz snapped at the same time.

"This better not be one of those racist incest digs is it?" Dib snatched his sword and pointed it at Gleek. "Just because Earth isn't as advanced as the rest of the universe doesn't mean we all act like backwoods log sluggers!"

"For those innocent children watching, a log slugger is a not very nice term meaning someone from a primitive planet that has to gather firewood in order to keep warm," Zim grinned at the camera.

"Earth wasn't primitive enough to blast apart the Irken Empire!" Dib snapped. "Well technically it was mostly me and Zim but you get the point!"

"Yes I do…" Gleek gulped as he saw the very sharp point of Dib's sword. "I didn't mean it like that! I meant…Gaz you haven't killed your brother yet and you always said you hated him so…"

"Oh, okay. I see where this is going," Gaz made a motion and Dib put his weapon away. "Well Dib's gotten a lot more useful since we were kids. And it didn't hurt when he reached puberty and his voice dropped a few octaves so it's not as annoying anymore."

"Yeah well there were some incidents between us that helped our relationship," Dib admitted. "That's all I'm gonna say."

"The fact that we got captured a couple of times didn't hurt," Zim grumbled. "Oh yeah we always got away and did a lot of damage but still…"

"Such as?" Gleek asked.

"Ever hear of the Planet Glatoria?" Gaz gave him a look. "The one where they forced people to fight for entertainment?"

"The one that blew up?" Gleek asked. "Oh…"

"We were on that miserable rock for six months before we escaped and turned it into space rubble," Zim grumbled. "I would have escaped sooner but someone insisted on staying there longer in order to rescue his sister who didn't need rescuing!"

"Hey it wasn't a complete loss," Dib gave him a look. "We all learned how to fight pretty well during that time. I mean if your life is threatened every hour of every day you have to."

"I like to think of that time as basic training," Gaz said. "Besides, at least the food was better than the skool's!"

"Oh yeah definitely," Both Zim and Dib agreed. "Much better food."

"Now that I think about it, it was a little less oppressive too," Dib thought. "And we made some contacts and friends in that hell hole. That helped us get our start."

"That was just part of your training Dib. In fact you became a very high level dark warlock didn't you?" Gleep asked.

"Dark Lighter Sorcerer. It's a common mistake. Technically I'm still in the paranormal field but it's mostly in the practical side," Dib shrugged. "No real chance to solve any mysteries of the universe. And what few mysteries I do solve…Let's just say that they were more interesting when they were unknown. Like that secret lost city of Atlantis…Turned out to be an intergalactic water park that was moved a couple of times for zoning reasons."

"Interesting. Here's another question I'd like to put out there," Gleek asked. "There are rumors of romance in your team. Is there any truth to them? You know are either Gaz or Dib are in a relationship with Zim?"

To this question the three immediately responded with pointing blasters right in Gleek's face. "I'm guessing that answer is a no…" Gleek gulped.

"A big no!" Dib snarled. "As in no way in Hell!"

"You really think I can't do any better than Zim? Seriously?" Gaz snarled.

"Change the question unless you really want to see if your brain splatter matches the carpet!" Zim snarled.

"Yes, well…The one question our audience wants to know is Zim why did you eventually betray the Irken Empire?" Gleek asked. The others put their blasters away.

"Besides the fact that the Tallest betrayed me and didn't treat me very well?" Zim raised an antennae.

"Well yes."

"Well Gleep to be honest I started to fall in love with Earth's natural beauty," Zim said wistfully. "My secret desire is to one day return to Earth, get a law degree and become a public defense attorney. Maybe a defense attorney for the entire planet of Earth!"

"Really?" Gleep asked.

"Nah I'm just pulling your legs!" Zim started to laugh. So did Gaz, Dib and Gir. "I mean seriously? Me becoming a public defender? Come on!"

"I can see him becoming a public executioner maybe," Dib laughed. "But defender? Oh man that's a good one!"

"There are also rumors that you had a chance to become the next Tallest," Gleep added.

"Yeah I probably could have if I really wanted to once I got my growth spurt. But by then I realized that I'm just not a management person," Zim sighed. "You know I'm just too hands on. Oh sure running a planet would be fun for a while but let's face it, I'm not cut out for an office job. And that's basically what I would be doing if I had taken over Earth or some other mud ball of a planet. Just sit in my office and sign papers and order people to shoot stuff or get tortured or whatever. Well other than occasionally torturing Dib. Using him as a subject for weapons testing. But then again I wouldn't be doing the primary research so where's the fun in that?"

"There is one thing our watchers are curious about maybe you can help us understand," Gleep said. "About the Tallest Ceremony…You've been there right?"

"Actually I witnessed a few Tallest Ceremonies, yes," Zim nodded.

"Mostly because he was responsible for half of 'em dying off," Gaz snickered.

"Is it true they cut off the thumbs of the new Tallest as part of the ceremonies?" Gleep asked.

"No! No that's ridiculous! What do we look like? Barbarians! No!" Zim snorted. "No the Tallest still have their thumbs. You just can't see them because they're hidden in that cuff thing they have on their wrists. They use their thumbs to control their jet packs and stuff."

"Oh," Gleep said. "So there's no maiming involved?"

"Nah they just stretch their fingers and spine and rearrange their organs so that they get a little taller," Zim waved. "What? It's not like they don't give them a sedative before they do it! Of course the Tallest are a little sore and cranky a couple days after the coronation but still…"

"I like to dance!" Gir started to dance around. "Look at my butt!"

"Gir! Enough!" Zim ordered. Gir kept dancing around. "Gir! Stop it! Knock it off! Gir! Stop it! Stop it! Your master is talking to you! GIR! ZIM COMMANDS YOU TO STOP!"

"Gir, sit down and behave yourself," Dib said.

"Okey dokey!" Gir did so.

"What the…?" Zim looked angry. "Why does he do that? I get why he obeys Gaz! You'd have to be a complete moron not to obey her! But you? Why does he obey you and not me?"

"Maybe he likes me better?" Dib snorted.

"He does not!" Zim snapped.

"Does too," Dib said.

"Does not!" Zim snapped.

"Oh uh is that thing between them still…?" Gleek coughed uncomfortably.

"Are they still bonded as War Brothers? Yeah. They're the only Irken-Non Irken War Brothers in existence," Gaz smirked. "And it's not hard to figure out why."

"Another reason why I could never become Tallest even if I wanted to but I don't!" Zim folded his arms. "It's the principle of the thing. If I wanted too I can't because I have human cooties in my invader veins!"

"That and the fact that you were such a homicidal maniac your people would sooner blow up their own planet than let you rule them," Dib groaned.

"That is not true!" Zim said.

"Hello? Fake mission to Earth? Remember that? You blew up half your planet long before I came along," Dib pointed out. "And you destroyed one of your own suns! Not to mention tons of other worlds and was responsible for the deaths of stars only know how many Tallest!"

"That reminds me, any news of former Tallest Red and Purple?" Gleek asked.

"None since they escaped prison," Gaz shrugged.

"Probably the only two Irkens hated even more than Zim," Dib said.

"Not more than Zim!" Zim shouted.

"Uh yeah since their power was stripped away by a new council for mismanaging the empire so bad it collapsed under their rule," Dib said. "Granted we did our part but a lot of it is also the fault of Red and Purple. The Irkens never forgave them for the disaster at Earth."

"Yes just like my people never forgave me, Zim for being tainted with human DNA!" Zim sulked. "They let Skoodge be on the ruling council but not me! Skoodge! Can you believe it? Talk about scraping the bottom of the barrel."

"You blew up a sun, Zim!" Dib said. "Geeze! How hard is that for you to figure out! You destroyed one of Irk's three suns! Not exactly a good way to endear yourself to the voters!"

"It's not like it was the only one!" Zim snapped. "There were two more suns!"

"Destroying that sun wrecked Irk's climate for centuries!" Dib said. "And that was way before I showed up!"

"Dib! Dib! I like dancing!" Gir moved over and practically walked over Zim's lap to sit next to Dib. "I like to dance!"

"That's nice, Gir," Dib said casually.

"What is this? You walked over Zim? I am your master! ME! ZIM! Not Dib! Dib is not your master!" Zim snapped at Gir. "Why do you treat him as if he was your master when he is clearly not?"

"Because unlike you, I don't just give him orders. I make time for him," Dib told Zim.

"Make time for him? He's a robot! The only reason you make time for him is so you can use him as a replacement for the love you never got from your father!" Zim said.

"Don't go there Zim," Dib snarled. "You know…Membrane is a very sore subject with me. Very sore!"

"Why? You haven't seen your father since you left Earth all those years ago," Zim asked. "And I use that term loosely…"

"Don't you dare start making cracks about me being a genetic twin!" Dib snapped. "You know how we in the CDL feel about that!"

"CDL?" Gleek asked.

"Clone Defamation League," Gaz explained. "For obvious reasons Dib got into clones having equal rights on other planets and stuff. He and a few other clones from the Planet Replicana started it."

"Oh right that planet used to enslave clones until the uh…revolution," Gleek nodded. "Now the clones… I mean the Order of Genetic Brothers has control of the planet."

"Three guesses who was the driving force behind that?" Zim pointed to Dib. "And you call me a ruthless invader?"

"That was totally different! There was injustice and slavery on that planet! I helped liberate it!" Dib snapped.

"Yeah you liberated it from the original owners and got them kicked off that planet," Zim rolled his eyes. "In case you don't know that, it's called stealing."

"Oh is the planetary invader who wrecked his own planet twice giving me a lesson about morality?" At least I didn't blow up one of that planet's suns!" Dib snapped.

"You just can't get past that can you?" Zim glared at Dib.

"Me and the rest of Irk's population that's still alive!" Dib snapped.

"CORN! I LIKE CORN!" Gir jumped up and down. "I want a corn dog! And a headless clown!"

"Here we go…" Dib groaned. "He's in one of his little moods again."

"Again? That would imply that he's stopped at some point," Gaz gave her brother a look.

"Gir behave yourself. We will get you a corn dog after the program," Zim told the robot.

"CORN DOG!" Gir pointed at Gleek and tackled him. "I WANT MY CORN DOG HEADLESS CLOWN!"

"I'm not a headless clown! I have a head! OW!" Gleek yelled in pain. "Stop biting me!"

"I thought you said you fixed him?" Dib casually looked at Zim.

"No I said if he messes up my room again I will fix him! As in fix him into little pieces!" Zim glared at Dib.

"That doesn't make any sense," Dib said.

"You don't make any sense," Zim snapped. "This is your fault too Dib! You spoil that stupid robot!"

"OW! SOMEBODY PLEASE HELP ME HERE!" Gleek screamed. "HE'S TRYING TO BITE MY HEAD OFF!"

No one did anything to help him. "No wonder that robot doesn't pay any attention to me! You're always countermanding my authority!" Zim snapped.

"What authority?" Dib got in Zim's face. "No, seriously tell me what authority you have in this group. Unless it's Minister in Charge of Whining you have no authority!"

"Who are you to question my authority Minister In Charge of…Being a Jerk Face!" Zim challenged back.

"Well at least it's being better than the Minister of Being Stupid!" Dib yelled.

"You are the Minister in Charge of Having Dookie Breath and Smelling Like Dookie and Having Dookie in the Brain!" Zim shouted.

"Oh have we sunk to the dookie comments already Zim? Very mature!" Dib scoffed. "See this is why I can never have an intelligent conversation with you!"

"Yes because you can not have an intelligent conversation with someone who is not intelligent!" Zim shouted.

"My thoughts exactly!" Dib yelled.

"Seriously…I'm really in a lot of pain here!" Gleek moaned.

"OOH! What's that stuff?" Gir saw something off camera and ran over to it. The sounds of something breaking were heard afterwards.

"You can't have any intelligent conversation without intelligence!" Zim sneered.

"Right again, Zim!" Dib folded his arms.

"Yes! Zim is…Wait a minute! Are you saying Zim is not intelligent?" Zim did a double take.

"Oh you actually figured it out! Congratulations Zim!" Dib clapped sarcastically. "You finally learned sarcasm!"

"You do not turn your words back on me! Not twist the words of Zim like some twisty turny thing!" Zim yelled.

CRASH!

"HA HA HA HA HA!" Gir laughed manically off camera. "PRETTY FIRE!"

"I've seen bigger," Gaz said casually.

"Great Gabbling Gibbons! He's wrecking the studio!" Gleep screamed.

CRASH!

"I'll twist whatever I want you jerk!" Dib snapped. Both were standing up now and had their hands on their blasters.

"I am not the jerk! You are the Jerk! Jerk!" Zim shouted. "Call Zim a jerk again and I might actually hurt you!"

"And hurt yourself in the process?" Dib asked.

"I'd be worth it to feel your pain!" Zim snapped.

"Oh go ahead! Please! Try it! Let's see which one of us can withstand the most pain without passing out or crying for mercy!" Dib cackled. "I mean out of the million and one times we've done this over the years you've won at least oh…NEVER!"

CRASH!

"Oh yeah! Why Zim will…YEOOOOOOOOOOOWWWWWW!" Zim screamed as Dib casually pulled out a small knife and stabbed the palm of his hand with it. "OW! OW! THAT HURTS!"

"HA! Told you so!" Dib sneered, ignoring the blood. "Wimp!"

"Hey! I was not ready!" Zim snapped as Dib used some magic to create a healing force to contain the blood on his hand. "You're not supposed to start until I say I am ready! And I am not ready! Getting ready…Getting Ready…AAAAAAAHHH!" Zim charged at Dib.

Dib casually moved enough to trip Zim and send Zim sprawling. "Sneak attack? Seriously Zim? Hello!" He pointed to his head. "We share a mind link! Remember! I know what you know!"

"Really? Do you know this?" Zim threw a couch pillow at Dib.

"HA!" Dib dodged it. Only to be tackled by Zim. Both were fighting on the floor.

"And now those two are fighting! Aren't you going to do something?" Gleek pleaded to Gaz who was casually watching the chaos on the couch.

"Are you kidding? Throw in a bottle of Ambrosian Scotch and you've got my usual Sunday Night," Gaz quipped. "Incidentally that's another reason those two are still alive. I find drinking really takes the edge off. A few glasses and those two are actually pretty amusing."

"HA HA DIB! ZIM IS SUPERIOR! ZIM IS…AAAAHHH!" Zim was thrown against the wall. "Okay that's it! Zim has had it!" He got up on his Pak legs. "Zim is not going to be pushed around by someone with Daddy Issues!"

"SHUT UP ZIM!" Dib snarled as he pulled out a blaster.

"YOU SHUT UP!" Zim snarled as he pulled out his blaster.

Gaz looked at the camera. "Yeah. I drink. So? You live with these idiots for a couple of years and see how long you stay sober!"

Gleek screamed in horror as the two of them proceeded to have a blaster fight on set. "AAAAGH!" Gleek hid behind a chair as they fought.

"Don't worry, they never hit each other," Gaz shrugged as she got up. "Don't know why they always miss. Must be that whole bonding thing."

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!

"I love food and tables on fire!" Gir cackled.

"By the way Gleek I think now is a good time to tell you that your ex wives hired us to go on your show and…Well I think you can figure out the rest," Gaz smirked. "FYI…You really should catch up on your alimony payments."

"Mother…" Gleek whined before he ran for his life.

"Well that's all the time we have today on Good Morning Universe," Gaz remarked to the camera. "Stay tuned for next time as we get a new host and some handy decorating tips on what to do after your place of business has been set on fire."

"AAAAAAAAAAHHHH!" Gleek ran by with Gir biting on the end of his tail.

"Also we're going to tell you what to do when a robot tries to eat your tail," Gaz remarked. "And how to get those nasty blaster marks out of your couch."

BOOOM!

"Whatever's left of your couch," Gaz remarked as Zim and Dib blew up the couch behind her.

"I HATE YOU DIB!"

"I HATE YOU MORE ZIM!"

"NOT AS MUCH AS I HATE YOU DIB DUMMY DUMBS!"

"I HATE YOU EVEN MORE ZIMMY…ZIM HEADED ZIM!"

"THAT'S NOT EVEN AN INSULT!"

"IT IS ON IRK!"

"OH I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU WENT THERE! THAT'S IT EARTH STINK! NOW YOU ARE GONNA PAY!"

CRASH!

"HEADLESS CLOWN!" Gir chirped cheerfully.

"I STILL HAVE A HEAD!" Gleek screamed. "AND I WANT TO KEEP IT THAT WAY!"

"Some things never change," Gaz shrugged. She then smiled for the camera, pulled out a blaster and shot it.