Invader Zim Enter The Florpus Page #4

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Besides, The Tallest'll get here

long before there's any trouble.

Zim, that Florpus

is gonna destroy the Earth,

you included!

If you're so worried

about the Florpus,

just get your dad to help.

I'm over here, everybody.

He's only a shmillion light years away

on Moo-Ping 10,

also known as

Space Prison!

Why don't you hop in your spaceship

and go rescue him?

Oh, wait,

you don't have a spaceship!

Lawrence!

Now, if you'll excuse me,

I've got some Tall company

on the way.

Zim!

My Tallest?

Something appears to have

appeared in our path.

What is it?

A terrifying, deadly space anomaly.

- Mmm-hmm, mmm-hmm, interesting.

- Mmm, yeah, okay.

As well as the planet Earth.

Earth? That means Zim!

This is the worst news

I've ever heard.

Sirs, we still have quite

a bit of time to change course.

But we're going straight.

Yeah. Turning's no fun.

Why is this happening?

Make it not happen.

It's been ten years, Gaz.

Ten long years trapped in this house

with the pudding monster.

It's been two days, but yeah.

How come you kids don't play

with the science puppy

I made for you?

Because it's pudding.

I hate this

as much as you do,

but it's not like anyone can

just walk out the front door.

♪ Doop, bee, doop, doop

Doop, doop, bee, doop ♪

♪ Doop, doop

Doop, bee, doop ♪

♪ Doop, bee, doop

Doop, doop, doop, bee, doop ♪

♪ Doop, doop, doop

Bee, doop, doop ♪

Okay, it's not like we can

just walk out the front door,

but maybe we can... Hmm.

Hey, Dad.

Stop calling him "Dad!"

Now, pay close attention

to that ham,

'cause it's not the last time

you're gonna see that ham

in the story.

Dad,

you and Dib need more

father-son time together.

Just look at him.

He's all messed up,

needs more

quality time with you.

Ooh, I see what you mean.

You got any suggestions?

Hmm.

This was a good idea, honey.

Science projects bring families together.

How can I help you, son?

You need me to put

some science pudding on it?

Uh, maybe later.

You just keep stirring, uh, Dad.

Whoa.

Festering human,

you have stolen me away

from my rightful owner!

Look, ship, I get that

you don't like me and all,

but we need your help.

I don't help anyone but Tak.

See? It's no use.

- You hate Dib, right?

- Affirmative.

But you hate Zim even more.

Correct.

I see where

you're going with this.

Helping us break our dad

out of Moopington would...

Wait, do you mean

Moo-Ping 10?

Right.

It would make Zim

super unhappy.

Flawless logic.

I will help you.

Yes!

- On one condition.

- What's that?

Disconnect my seat sensors

so I don't feel your

terrible human butts in me.

Deal.

We did it, kids.

Hurray for science.

Right. Now, about that pudding...

Don't wait up for us, Clembrane!

Yeah!

Oh.

You guys have a deadly Florpus Hole now.

- That's new.

- Yeah.

- Let's hurry, ship.

- Don't tell me what to do.

But okay.

Now, this is what

I like to see, GIR.

Pathetic humans fleeing in terror

at the sight of Zim!

Nobody even looking at you.

It's a show of respect.

Their stupid eyes can't handle all this.

Anyhow, terrible work on the signs, GIR,

worse than I expected.

Aww, thank you.

Did you build me

that throne I asked for?

Mmm-hmm.

Excellent.

Now, to ascend this throne,

and claim my rightful place as...

Hah! But where are the flames?

I can't rule the world without cool flames

shooting up behind me.

Hit the flames button!

Hmm? Ah-ha!

Wait, are those peanuts?

Oops.

Try the peanuts button.

All right,

flames, uh, peanuts,

flames, uh, peanuts?

Oh!

Hmm?

The peanuts!

Oh, whoa, whoa.

The Tallest will be so happy!

We're so unhappy!

Zim's so close,

I can almost smell him.

Sirs, really, it's no big deal.

We can just steer around the...

Wait, why steer around the Earth

when we can just blow it up?

Yeah, we're great at blowing stuff up.

What is that?

- It appears to be a...

- Blow it up!

But, sirs,

there's still the life-destroying

space hole to consider.

Man, this guy.

"I fly the spaceship,

and I sure love steering!"

Yeah.

"Ooh, look at me

steering all over the place.

Look at me steering with

my wittle steering hands."

I like that we're funny.

Hey!

Your noises are bad.

Also, we're here.

Moo-Ping 10,

prison to the galaxy's

most infamous criminals.

Okay, their defenses

are about to go down.

How do you know?

Just get ready.

All right, now what?

I'll go cause a diversion

and come back

when you've found your dog.

- Our dad.

- Whatever.

That's our diversion.

You ready?

I was born ready, Gaz.

This spy coat isn't just to look cool.

Now we'll never find Dad!

Oh, uh,

normally, you crying

on the floor is hilarious,

but come on.

It's all my fault, Gaz.

Why aren't you saying

I told you so?

'Cause making fun of you

is no fun when you're this sad.

You're my brother, man.

I only torment you

because I know you can handle it.

I've done way worse

than throwing you in a space prison.

This is nothing.

Get up!

I was supposed to save the world, Gaz,

not help Zim destroy it.

I was gonna show people the truth.

I knew if they saw

something amazing,

even if it was horrible,

like Zim,

people would just wake up,

and stop obsessing

over all the little things

and see that there was

something bigger out there,

something to unite against.

Instead of fighting each other,

the world would know

there was...

Hey, Dib!

Shut up and look!

- Dad!

- Son!

- Aww!

- I didn't want to

interrupt your lovely, imaginary speech.

Imaginary?

Well, the last thing

I remember was something

hitting me on the head

and starting

this incredible hallucination.

No, this is all really happening.

Zim used your bracelets

to teleport the Earth

to another part

of the universe!

Do you know how?

Uh, he's not gonna know how.

Son, the Membracelet

is just for running apps

and world peace,

but, oh, theoretically...

...one could use it to, say,

create a galactic star gate of sorts, yes.

What?

That's crazy, yo.

Well, we knew it was possible,

but only with the addition

of a purely theoretical

alien horror blob energized

by a purely theoretical

tiny purple space moose.

But all those things don't exist,

so we didn't worry about it.

Minimoose!

Dad, if you had that purple space moose,

could you use it

to teleport the Earth

back where it belongs?

Theoretically, mmm-hmm.

Too bad we're in prison.

Three human butts is too many,

so I brought this.

Hop in.

This is all so real!

- Not a hallucination.

- Shotgun!

See you later!

Only enough room in there

for you guys, I guess.

Yay!

Hang on

to your disgusting butts!

What's with you and butts?

Okay, okay.

Okay, enough running and screaming.

Let's mix it up a bit.

Maybe bow down before me or something.

Hmm, leaping is good.

Well, that was very convincing.

Because it's real, Dad!

How could

anything that horrifying be real?

Dad, the Earth's minutes away

from being destroyed!

Why are you laughing?

Minimoose is a funny name.

Normally, I'd say

"Don't touch me,"

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