Post by The God Of War on Feb 5, 2007 22:25:24 GMT -5
An Irken Ripper zooms past the camera. An entire legion of ships is seen. They are all heading towards a purple planet with a metal ring around It, the planet Conventia. Floating monitors in space broadcast the image of the Conventia Announcer.
Conventia Announcer: Welcome brave Irken soldiers. Welcome to Conventia, the convention hall planet. Please, proceed to the docking ring and take the complimentary teleporters to the planet's surface!
The ships approach the docking ring (the metal ring around Conventia) and mechanical tubes stretch out and attach to the ships. Pink energy is sucked out of a Shuvver and into the docking ring, where it is projected onto Conventia via satellite. Monitors hover above a city on Conventia, some displaying the Conventia Announcer, others displaying a green monkey. Spittle Runners also fly over the city.
Conventia Announcer: Be sure to visit the gift shop for all kinds of cheap, useless stuff!
On the planet's surface, a beam of pink energy hits a hovering receptor, which converts the energy into an Irken.
Conventia Announcer: If you came for the great assigning, please remember where you parked and proceed to the main convention hall.
Many Irkens walk towards the convention hall, while Irken Security monitors the crowds on hovering pods. The main convention hall has a large red robot sitting on top of it. As the Irkens enter the convention hall, the Irken Security fly their hover pods into several openings in the walls.
Red Robot: Galactic conquest is near! Galactic conquest is near! (this is repeated over and over)
Inside the main convention hall, the Irkens walk past an x-ray. Some of the Irkens carry purple balloons. A huge crowd of Irkens fills the convention hall. On the stage at the front of the convention hall is a disk-shaped metal pod. Electric currents charge between the ceiling and the pod. The Irken Invaders stand on a platform curved around the back of the metal pod. The hover screens displaying the Conventia Announcer hover over to the sides of the pod.
Conventia Announcer: Now, wiggle your antennae in salute, because here they are! Your all-knowing, all-powerful leaders, the Almighty Tallest!
A beam of light shines down from the ceiling and onto the pod. Hatches of the pod unlock and it opens up, emitting smoke. The Irkens proceed to wiggle their antennae in salute. The top half of the pod begins to rise to the ceiling. Small floating spheres emerge from the bottom half of the pod and rise above the audience. The metal spheres emit lasers in all directions. Two posts lower from the ceiling pod, which creates a holograph between them. A hover disk detaches from the bottom of the ceiling pod. It lowers downwards, with Almighty Tallest Red and Purple standing on it. The Tallest wave and the disk emits lasers from the rim. The audience cheers.
Purple: Thank you! Thank you!
Red: See, told you they'd love the lasers.
Purple: Everything is lasers with you! I'm telling you, smoke machines are what the people really wa-
A laser beam hits Purple in the eye and he falls over, screaming in pain. The audience cheers.
Red: See?
The disk lands on the lower half of the pod. As Red talks, Purple gets up and rubs his eye.
Red: Welcome mighty Irken soldiers! You are the finest examples of military training the Irken army has to offer! Good for you. Standing behind us, however, are the soldiers we've chosen for roles in one of the most crucial parts in operation impending doom II!
The hologram behind them goes from a blank screen to that of a galactic map.
Red: You in the audience just get to sit and watch.
Purple: You should have tried harder!
Red: These superior ones-
Purple (cutting in): -Not quite as superior as us of course!
Red: Pffff... Duh! These less superior than us but still quite superior soldiers will each be assigned to an enemy planet!
Purple: There you will blend in with the hideous native inhabitants.
Red: All while gathering crucial information, assessing the planet's weaknesses, making it vulnerable to our big... space ship... gang!
Purple: The armada? Now, let the assigning begin!
The crowd is silent.
Irken in the back of the audience: Whooooo!
Red: Step forward Invader Larb.
Invader Larb hops onto the pod. A little ramp extends from the Tallest's disk to the pod. Larb runs up the ramp.
Red: Ah! You seem to have grown since last you stood before us, soldier!
Purple: You've been assigned to planet Blorch- (the holograph behind them shows a picture of Invader Larb being attacked by giant rats) home of the slaughtering rat people!
Invader Larb: Why would you draw that!?
Larb's eyes water.
Red: However, because of your increased height, we have decided to give you the planet Vort- (the picture changes to one of Invader Larb relaxing on a large couch) home of the universe's most comfortable couch.
Invader Larb: Yeeeeeees!
He takes his assignment sheet from Purple then slides away joyfully.
Purple: Next, Invader Spleen!
Invader Spleen walks up.
Red and Purple: Ooooooh!
Invader Spleen has a really long head that impresses the Almighty Tallest. He also has a band-aid. Meanwhile, Zim's Voot Cruiser flies towards the docking ring.
Zim: Move it, move it! Invader coming! Arg, move it! Get out of the way!
Zim sandwiches his voot cruiser in between two docked Viral Tanks. Cut back to the great assigning...
Purple: And last, Invader Skoodge!
A short, fat Invader with a stained shirt walks up.
Red: Oh, now that's just sad.
Purple: Could you get any shorter?
Invader Skoodge looks at the Almighty Tallest sadly.
Red: You will be assigned to Blorch, home of the slaughtering rat people. Thank you.
A picture of Invader Skoodge being attacked by the rat people appears on the holograph. Tears swell up in Skoodge's eyes. Zim pushes his way to the front of the main convention hall through the crowds of Irkens.
Zim: Get out of the way! Move it, move it! Get out of my way!
Red: Thus concludes the great assigning!
Zim: Move! You're in my way! Get out of the way! Get out of the way! Move it! Move it! (and so on...)
Red: Help yourselves to some nachos, and we'll see you at the equipping station.
Purple: Yes, gorge yourselves, you mooches!
Zim: No, no, no! Wait!
Zim waves an arm from the front of the crowd.
Red: That voice!
Zim crawls onto the pod.
Red: No!
Purple: It can't be!
Zim rears his head up.
Red and Purple: ZIM!
Zim walks up to where the Tallest are. Invader Skoodge slowly backs away from Zim.
Zim: Sorry I am late, my Tallest. I couldn't find my invitation. You're lucky I even made it at all.
Red: You weren't invited at all.
Purple: Weren't you banished to Foodcourtia? Shouldn't you be... frying something?
Zim: Oh, I quit when I found out about this.
Purple: You quit being banished?
Red: The assigning is over, Zim.
Zim: But you can't have an invasion without me! I was in operation Impending Doom 1! Don't you remember?
Purple: Oh yes, we remember.
Flashback to planet Irk. Sirens are going off. Two Irkens run towards a parked Spittle Runner. Several explosions occur and the two Irkens run away from the Spittle Runner right before a large robotic foot of Frontline Battle Mech #4 crushes it. In the Censeredpit of the battle mech, Zim pulls levers while laughing maniacally.
Irken Operator: But sir, we're still on our own planet!
Zim: Silence! Twist those knobs! Twist those knobs! You! Pull some levers! Pull some levers!
The Irken operators obey disdainfully. The Almighty Tallest watch speechlessly from a building as the battle mech rampages through the wrecked city with Zim's laughter ringing in the air. Further damage occurs when a large cannon on the mech's back spins around shooting lasers. The flashback ends. Zim attempts to smile innocently.
Zim: I put the fires out.
Red: You made them worse!
Zim: Worse... or better?
Purple: Guh... Besides, no invader has ever been so... very small. You're very small, Zim. You're a tiny thing.
Zim: But, invader's blood marches through my veins! Like giant radioactive rubber pants! The pants command me! Do not ignore my veins!
Red: As a show of... gratitude for your service in the past, eh, here's a sandwich.
Red pulls a sandwich out of his suit and hands it to Zim.
Zim: But-
Purple: Thanks for coming everybody!
Zim: No!
Purple: Goodnight!
Zim: Noooo! Wait!
Purple: What? You got your sandwich!
Zim: My Tallest, an opportunity to prove that I truly can be an invader is all that I ask! Gimme!
Red (to Purple): Hold on, I've got a plan. (to Zim) We see now that you are truly deserving.
Zim: Yes. Yes I am.
Red: You will be sent to a planet so mysterious, no one has even heard of it!
Purple: Right! And those who have heard of it dare not speak its name!
Zim: What's its name?
Purple: Oh, I dare not speak it!
Zim: Where is it?
Red: Um... (he starts hovering around searching the holograph of the universe for a planet) Uh... Uh... Um... Right there!
Red points to a slip of paper taped to the holograph pole that shows the outline of a planet and a question mark in it with the word 'planet?' written underneath it.
Zim: Ooh! Oooooooooh! A secret mission!
Red: Happy now?
Zim: Yes.
Red: Invaders! Report to the equipment hall! Oh, and remember! Lasers.
A laser hits Purple in the eye.
Purple: Ahhhhhh!
Red: The universe will be ours for the taking! It's only a matter of time before all the races of the Universe serve the Irken Empire!
Purple: I'll have them serve me the curly fries.
'Curly fries' is echoed over and over as a close up of the slip of paper with the unknown planet changes to a shot of a galaxy that looks exactly like the planet on the slip of paper, question mark and all. Zoom in on the galaxy at light speed until planet Earth is visible, then planet Earth is zoomed in on until Dib is visible, sitting on a roof top receiving a transmission from Conventia. He is there with a laptop computer attached to a satellite and he is wearing headphones. He pulls off the headphones.
Dib: They're coming!
Dib jumps off of the roof and slides down a pipe. Meanwhile, Gaz opens the refrigerator inside.
Gaz: Dib drank the last soda. He will pay!
Outside, Dib slides down the rest of the pipe and swings into an open window where he falls into a sink filled with water.
Dib: They're coming!
Dib jumps out of the sink and runs to his father, Professor Membrane.
Dib: Dad! They're coming! I heard them! I actually heard them! I was up on the roof, and I heard this transmission that was coming through!
Professor Membrane: Shtshtshtsht! Not now son! I'm making (sparks of electricity fly everywhere) TOAST!
Professor Membrane lifts up a piece of toast triumphantly. Dib runs to his sister, Gaz. Gaz is holding juice since she couldn't find a soda.
Dib: Gaz! They're coming! They really are!
Gaz: Who's coming, Dib?
Dib: I don't know...
Fade in to the equipping station where the invaders gather around the Almighty Tallest. Purple puts a compact robot on the ground, which unfolds into an infant-sized robot.
Purple: This is your standard issue information retrieval unit, also known as a SIR. It will assist you in gathering valuable knowledge during your mission.
Red: It's also a thermos!
Purple picks up the SIR and it compacts again.
Purple: Who wants this one?
Invader: I do!
Purple throws it and it hits the invader.
Invader: Ow! Thank you.
Red: Everyone else, line up and take a robot!
The invaders line up. Out of the wall, a long mechanical tentacle that serves as a conveyor belt emerges. Several compact SIR units slide down. The first Invader in line, Invader Larb, steps up. A SIR detaches from the wire and unfolds.
Larb: SIR! Go warm up my ship's engines.
SIR: Yes master, I obey!
The SIR and Larb walk off as Zim steps forward.
Zim: Finally! A robot slave of my own!
Zim reaches his arms out, waiting to get his own SIR.
Red: Um, eh, we have a top-secret model for you, Zim.
Red waves his hand over a hole near him and a trashcan emerges. Red searches through the junk and SIR parts, as Purple pulls out a screw, 2 pennies, a paper clip, and a rubber ball from his pocket band. Red attaches some eyes to a head as Purple dumps the junk in as a brain for the new robot. Purple makes a howling kind of whistle noise and tosses the hunk of junk in front of Zim. It lies there, inactivated.
Zim: It looks kind of... not good.
Purple: Yes! Well, that's what the enemy will think! (Red nods in agreement) Get it?
Zim: I see! Very good! It even fooled me! I am honored to be trusted with such advanced technology!
The Almighty Tallest giggle to themselves. Suddenly, the robot activates with red glowing eyes and runs up to Zim.
GIR: GIR, reporting for duty!
Zim: GIR? What does the 'g' stand for?
GIR's eyes turn blue.
GIR: I don't know!
GIR stands there stupidly. He then hits himself in the head repeatedly.
GIR: Wheeeeee hoo hoo hoo! Wheeeeeeee hoo hoo hoo!
Zim: Um, is it supposed to be stupid?
Purple: It's not stupid. It's advanced!
GIR hops on his head repeatedly.
All the Irken ships start to leave Conventia. Zim's Voot Cruiser separates from the rest and heads for Earth.
Zim: Okay, GIR! Our mission starts now! Let us reign some doom down upon the filthy heads of our doomed enemies!
GIR: I'm gonna sing the doom song now! Doom doom doom doo doom doom (and so on)
GIR continues to sing the doom song as the Voot Cruiser zooms off.
Conventia Announcer: Welcome brave Irken soldiers. Welcome to Conventia, the convention hall planet. Please, proceed to the docking ring and take the complimentary teleporters to the planet's surface!
The ships approach the docking ring (the metal ring around Conventia) and mechanical tubes stretch out and attach to the ships. Pink energy is sucked out of a Shuvver and into the docking ring, where it is projected onto Conventia via satellite. Monitors hover above a city on Conventia, some displaying the Conventia Announcer, others displaying a green monkey. Spittle Runners also fly over the city.
Conventia Announcer: Be sure to visit the gift shop for all kinds of cheap, useless stuff!
On the planet's surface, a beam of pink energy hits a hovering receptor, which converts the energy into an Irken.
Conventia Announcer: If you came for the great assigning, please remember where you parked and proceed to the main convention hall.
Many Irkens walk towards the convention hall, while Irken Security monitors the crowds on hovering pods. The main convention hall has a large red robot sitting on top of it. As the Irkens enter the convention hall, the Irken Security fly their hover pods into several openings in the walls.
Red Robot: Galactic conquest is near! Galactic conquest is near! (this is repeated over and over)
Inside the main convention hall, the Irkens walk past an x-ray. Some of the Irkens carry purple balloons. A huge crowd of Irkens fills the convention hall. On the stage at the front of the convention hall is a disk-shaped metal pod. Electric currents charge between the ceiling and the pod. The Irken Invaders stand on a platform curved around the back of the metal pod. The hover screens displaying the Conventia Announcer hover over to the sides of the pod.
Conventia Announcer: Now, wiggle your antennae in salute, because here they are! Your all-knowing, all-powerful leaders, the Almighty Tallest!
A beam of light shines down from the ceiling and onto the pod. Hatches of the pod unlock and it opens up, emitting smoke. The Irkens proceed to wiggle their antennae in salute. The top half of the pod begins to rise to the ceiling. Small floating spheres emerge from the bottom half of the pod and rise above the audience. The metal spheres emit lasers in all directions. Two posts lower from the ceiling pod, which creates a holograph between them. A hover disk detaches from the bottom of the ceiling pod. It lowers downwards, with Almighty Tallest Red and Purple standing on it. The Tallest wave and the disk emits lasers from the rim. The audience cheers.
Purple: Thank you! Thank you!
Red: See, told you they'd love the lasers.
Purple: Everything is lasers with you! I'm telling you, smoke machines are what the people really wa-
A laser beam hits Purple in the eye and he falls over, screaming in pain. The audience cheers.
Red: See?
The disk lands on the lower half of the pod. As Red talks, Purple gets up and rubs his eye.
Red: Welcome mighty Irken soldiers! You are the finest examples of military training the Irken army has to offer! Good for you. Standing behind us, however, are the soldiers we've chosen for roles in one of the most crucial parts in operation impending doom II!
The hologram behind them goes from a blank screen to that of a galactic map.
Red: You in the audience just get to sit and watch.
Purple: You should have tried harder!
Red: These superior ones-
Purple (cutting in): -Not quite as superior as us of course!
Red: Pffff... Duh! These less superior than us but still quite superior soldiers will each be assigned to an enemy planet!
Purple: There you will blend in with the hideous native inhabitants.
Red: All while gathering crucial information, assessing the planet's weaknesses, making it vulnerable to our big... space ship... gang!
Purple: The armada? Now, let the assigning begin!
The crowd is silent.
Irken in the back of the audience: Whooooo!
Red: Step forward Invader Larb.
Invader Larb hops onto the pod. A little ramp extends from the Tallest's disk to the pod. Larb runs up the ramp.
Red: Ah! You seem to have grown since last you stood before us, soldier!
Purple: You've been assigned to planet Blorch- (the holograph behind them shows a picture of Invader Larb being attacked by giant rats) home of the slaughtering rat people!
Invader Larb: Why would you draw that!?
Larb's eyes water.
Red: However, because of your increased height, we have decided to give you the planet Vort- (the picture changes to one of Invader Larb relaxing on a large couch) home of the universe's most comfortable couch.
Invader Larb: Yeeeeeees!
He takes his assignment sheet from Purple then slides away joyfully.
Purple: Next, Invader Spleen!
Invader Spleen walks up.
Red and Purple: Ooooooh!
Invader Spleen has a really long head that impresses the Almighty Tallest. He also has a band-aid. Meanwhile, Zim's Voot Cruiser flies towards the docking ring.
Zim: Move it, move it! Invader coming! Arg, move it! Get out of the way!
Zim sandwiches his voot cruiser in between two docked Viral Tanks. Cut back to the great assigning...
Purple: And last, Invader Skoodge!
A short, fat Invader with a stained shirt walks up.
Red: Oh, now that's just sad.
Purple: Could you get any shorter?
Invader Skoodge looks at the Almighty Tallest sadly.
Red: You will be assigned to Blorch, home of the slaughtering rat people. Thank you.
A picture of Invader Skoodge being attacked by the rat people appears on the holograph. Tears swell up in Skoodge's eyes. Zim pushes his way to the front of the main convention hall through the crowds of Irkens.
Zim: Get out of the way! Move it, move it! Get out of my way!
Red: Thus concludes the great assigning!
Zim: Move! You're in my way! Get out of the way! Get out of the way! Move it! Move it! (and so on...)
Red: Help yourselves to some nachos, and we'll see you at the equipping station.
Purple: Yes, gorge yourselves, you mooches!
Zim: No, no, no! Wait!
Zim waves an arm from the front of the crowd.
Red: That voice!
Zim crawls onto the pod.
Red: No!
Purple: It can't be!
Zim rears his head up.
Red and Purple: ZIM!
Zim walks up to where the Tallest are. Invader Skoodge slowly backs away from Zim.
Zim: Sorry I am late, my Tallest. I couldn't find my invitation. You're lucky I even made it at all.
Red: You weren't invited at all.
Purple: Weren't you banished to Foodcourtia? Shouldn't you be... frying something?
Zim: Oh, I quit when I found out about this.
Purple: You quit being banished?
Red: The assigning is over, Zim.
Zim: But you can't have an invasion without me! I was in operation Impending Doom 1! Don't you remember?
Purple: Oh yes, we remember.
Flashback to planet Irk. Sirens are going off. Two Irkens run towards a parked Spittle Runner. Several explosions occur and the two Irkens run away from the Spittle Runner right before a large robotic foot of Frontline Battle Mech #4 crushes it. In the Censeredpit of the battle mech, Zim pulls levers while laughing maniacally.
Irken Operator: But sir, we're still on our own planet!
Zim: Silence! Twist those knobs! Twist those knobs! You! Pull some levers! Pull some levers!
The Irken operators obey disdainfully. The Almighty Tallest watch speechlessly from a building as the battle mech rampages through the wrecked city with Zim's laughter ringing in the air. Further damage occurs when a large cannon on the mech's back spins around shooting lasers. The flashback ends. Zim attempts to smile innocently.
Zim: I put the fires out.
Red: You made them worse!
Zim: Worse... or better?
Purple: Guh... Besides, no invader has ever been so... very small. You're very small, Zim. You're a tiny thing.
Zim: But, invader's blood marches through my veins! Like giant radioactive rubber pants! The pants command me! Do not ignore my veins!
Red: As a show of... gratitude for your service in the past, eh, here's a sandwich.
Red pulls a sandwich out of his suit and hands it to Zim.
Zim: But-
Purple: Thanks for coming everybody!
Zim: No!
Purple: Goodnight!
Zim: Noooo! Wait!
Purple: What? You got your sandwich!
Zim: My Tallest, an opportunity to prove that I truly can be an invader is all that I ask! Gimme!
Red (to Purple): Hold on, I've got a plan. (to Zim) We see now that you are truly deserving.
Zim: Yes. Yes I am.
Red: You will be sent to a planet so mysterious, no one has even heard of it!
Purple: Right! And those who have heard of it dare not speak its name!
Zim: What's its name?
Purple: Oh, I dare not speak it!
Zim: Where is it?
Red: Um... (he starts hovering around searching the holograph of the universe for a planet) Uh... Uh... Um... Right there!
Red points to a slip of paper taped to the holograph pole that shows the outline of a planet and a question mark in it with the word 'planet?' written underneath it.
Zim: Ooh! Oooooooooh! A secret mission!
Red: Happy now?
Zim: Yes.
Red: Invaders! Report to the equipment hall! Oh, and remember! Lasers.
A laser hits Purple in the eye.
Purple: Ahhhhhh!
Red: The universe will be ours for the taking! It's only a matter of time before all the races of the Universe serve the Irken Empire!
Purple: I'll have them serve me the curly fries.
'Curly fries' is echoed over and over as a close up of the slip of paper with the unknown planet changes to a shot of a galaxy that looks exactly like the planet on the slip of paper, question mark and all. Zoom in on the galaxy at light speed until planet Earth is visible, then planet Earth is zoomed in on until Dib is visible, sitting on a roof top receiving a transmission from Conventia. He is there with a laptop computer attached to a satellite and he is wearing headphones. He pulls off the headphones.
Dib: They're coming!
Dib jumps off of the roof and slides down a pipe. Meanwhile, Gaz opens the refrigerator inside.
Gaz: Dib drank the last soda. He will pay!
Outside, Dib slides down the rest of the pipe and swings into an open window where he falls into a sink filled with water.
Dib: They're coming!
Dib jumps out of the sink and runs to his father, Professor Membrane.
Dib: Dad! They're coming! I heard them! I actually heard them! I was up on the roof, and I heard this transmission that was coming through!
Professor Membrane: Shtshtshtsht! Not now son! I'm making (sparks of electricity fly everywhere) TOAST!
Professor Membrane lifts up a piece of toast triumphantly. Dib runs to his sister, Gaz. Gaz is holding juice since she couldn't find a soda.
Dib: Gaz! They're coming! They really are!
Gaz: Who's coming, Dib?
Dib: I don't know...
Fade in to the equipping station where the invaders gather around the Almighty Tallest. Purple puts a compact robot on the ground, which unfolds into an infant-sized robot.
Purple: This is your standard issue information retrieval unit, also known as a SIR. It will assist you in gathering valuable knowledge during your mission.
Red: It's also a thermos!
Purple picks up the SIR and it compacts again.
Purple: Who wants this one?
Invader: I do!
Purple throws it and it hits the invader.
Invader: Ow! Thank you.
Red: Everyone else, line up and take a robot!
The invaders line up. Out of the wall, a long mechanical tentacle that serves as a conveyor belt emerges. Several compact SIR units slide down. The first Invader in line, Invader Larb, steps up. A SIR detaches from the wire and unfolds.
Larb: SIR! Go warm up my ship's engines.
SIR: Yes master, I obey!
The SIR and Larb walk off as Zim steps forward.
Zim: Finally! A robot slave of my own!
Zim reaches his arms out, waiting to get his own SIR.
Red: Um, eh, we have a top-secret model for you, Zim.
Red waves his hand over a hole near him and a trashcan emerges. Red searches through the junk and SIR parts, as Purple pulls out a screw, 2 pennies, a paper clip, and a rubber ball from his pocket band. Red attaches some eyes to a head as Purple dumps the junk in as a brain for the new robot. Purple makes a howling kind of whistle noise and tosses the hunk of junk in front of Zim. It lies there, inactivated.
Zim: It looks kind of... not good.
Purple: Yes! Well, that's what the enemy will think! (Red nods in agreement) Get it?
Zim: I see! Very good! It even fooled me! I am honored to be trusted with such advanced technology!
The Almighty Tallest giggle to themselves. Suddenly, the robot activates with red glowing eyes and runs up to Zim.
GIR: GIR, reporting for duty!
Zim: GIR? What does the 'g' stand for?
GIR's eyes turn blue.
GIR: I don't know!
GIR stands there stupidly. He then hits himself in the head repeatedly.
GIR: Wheeeeee hoo hoo hoo! Wheeeeeeee hoo hoo hoo!
Zim: Um, is it supposed to be stupid?
Purple: It's not stupid. It's advanced!
GIR hops on his head repeatedly.
All the Irken ships start to leave Conventia. Zim's Voot Cruiser separates from the rest and heads for Earth.
Zim: Okay, GIR! Our mission starts now! Let us reign some doom down upon the filthy heads of our doomed enemies!
GIR: I'm gonna sing the doom song now! Doom doom doom doo doom doom (and so on)
GIR continues to sing the doom song as the Voot Cruiser zooms off.