Invader Roz: An IZ Sequal

A Plan

"Stupid stupid stupid teacher lady!" Roz stammered at Dum. Raging to them about all the anger she had twoards professor Gunk.

"They sound nice to meee!"

"Are you stupid too?" Roz clawed at her wig. "ARG!" She dig her nails deep into her wig, yanked it off and yeeted it to the other room. Then she practicly stabbed her eyeballs and pulled of her sticky gooey contacts like bandaids. Then she grabbed Dum off of the floor, jumped on the couch, and cried.

A voice came next to Roz. "You shouldn't be crying."

"AAAAAAAH!"

Roz turned and jumped to see professor Gunk, sitting on her couch. Her metal glowed in the dark corners of the base. They were in disguise.

"W-WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN MY BASE?"

"It's MY base!" Gunk faded their disguise away.

"It's MY computer! MY NEO SIR unit! My technology! And my mission! And youve ruined it!" Gunk smacked Roz into the door as their remaining yellow eye fixated on Dum.

"And of course you made it defective just like you!"

"I AM NOT DEFECTI- OW!"

Roz went flying out the door with Dum, undisguised. Gunk resumed their own. As Roz turned every which way in fear of being shown.

Gunk pulled out a sharp, laser-like sword from their pak and jumped at Roz with it. The little alien quickly evaded and made their way back into the base. She shut the door, barricaded the windows, flipped on maximum security and listened to Gunk screech in pain from the security knomes Roz put out front.

Once it was all over, Roz peered out the door and notices that the Irken was gone, and that she could breathe again.

Imediatley she threw Dum on the couch and rushed down to the depths of her lair. Roz slapped on the computer and demanded her computer turn on.

"MY TALLEST! MY TALLEST!"

The computer sent her straight to voicemail.

"No! That's not good! I need help NOW!"

Roz, shaking like the oil bubbles in a greasser, put her head in her hands. Suddenly, an idea came. An awful, awful idea. For there was only one other person in the whole known universe who would be willing to listen, and who would most likely believe her.

The transmission was connecting. In the meantime, the computer put in a few words.

"So did my actual master pay you a visit?"

"I am your master!"

The transmission went through.

"Did you really just call me to tell me that I'm some type of slave to you?"

"MARY!"

"Stop yelling, alien!"

Roz waved her arms up and down in maximum anxiety. She cleared her throat eventually.

"Ehem! you know that fake teacher that came in for the horrible one?"

"Yeah! The one that put you in your place! Professor Gunk!"

"Yes that one! They're not a human being! They're an Irken as well! And they're trying to steal my mission! I need your not so advanced technology so that I may tale back my mission from that vilanous Gunk!"

Mary sat there for a few seconds in awkward stare in silence so quiet a pin could drop.

"AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! An alien? Gunk hates you! They hate you just likle I do and they want to get rid of you for the betterment of the world! Why would they be an alien!"