Irken Idol

Written by ashlie_marie, with an ever so helpful xxMeganElizabethxx! The idea for Irken Idol was stolen from a girl on fanfiction.net called CookieLuvahXD. She ROCKS. Go check her out! :D

Kim Possible (C) Bob and Mark

Invader Zim (C) Jhonen Vasquez (drools)

Phineas and Ferb (C) Dan and Swampy. :D

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    Day sighed.

    ZAP ZIP ZAP

    No matter how many things she shot with her Pantsitray, she still couldn't amuse herself. Seeing people loose their pants out of nowhere was hilarious, but all it brought was a second-long smirk. Maybe Anne would want to come over so they could beat the crud out of eachother...

    Deciding against it, Day leaned over the couch lazily, lemon-square crumbs falling off her shirt and to the floor, to grab the TV remote and turn on the television.

    The anouncer startled her, and she realized she had never seen such a wonderful commercial.

    "Do you want to earn stuff!?"

    She nodded.

    "Do you like to sing!?"

    She nodded harder.

    "Do you like watching others writhe in the pain of failure!?"

    She nodded again, sitting upright in her seat, staring ecstatically at the screen.

    "Then sign up for Irken Idol! Irken Idol takes place on planet Irk in a week, so get your srawny, and/or fat, butt over here right now before I eat you like a fleezle-floorzle!"

    At the bottom of the screen, the number, 555-Potato, came up.

    "Today is a day for Day!" She screamed into the air, running as fast as she could to the kitchen to dail the number into the phone.   

    Sadly, Smidge, Zig, and Tib were all sprawled along the couch in Zim's base, too, without even a funny ray that rips people's pants off to make them smile. They sighed and sighed, overlapping eachother and occasionally getting up to try to eat eachother's heads out of boredom.

    "This is hopeless." Tib groaned.

    "You face is hopeless. Now quit complaining human."

    Smidge looked at her two friends. "Guys, be nice. Even when seeing you fight is more entertaining than this...I don't want to hear another peep out of you guys. Alright?"

    Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.

    "Peep."

    Smidge sat up, angry for once in her life. "Alright," she demanded. "who was that?"

    Tib and Zig lay giggling on the far side of the couch, Tib hiccuping from he shaking diaphram and Zig's PAK letting out a protesting whine from lack of air. Both looked innoccently away from their cousin, trying to bit their lips and stop. Honestly, I don't understand what's so funny, but I'm just an author so-

    "WAFFLES!" The tiny robot suddenly shouted, running into the room. He tripped over the rug. "Hi floor! Make me a-"

    "Gir, what do you want?" Zig looked at him like he was water. Evil, evil water...

    "...A sammich?"

   Tib laughed and said, "No Gir, sandwiches rock and all, but you probably don't want one. Anybody who made you one would just poison it and-"