Original subtitles

Wa... ha ha ha ha ha!

Ah. OK.

Let's try this again.

OK, so...

Zim is an alien!

Why do I even have to try to prove it this much?!

Come on, just look at him!

I sure like TV...

And wearing pants.

He likes wearing pants, Dib.

Aliens don't like wearing pants.

That's so right...

It's so true...

Ye-heh heh heh heh!

OK, if you'd all watch this little play I put together

to better explain why Zim's a horrible monster from beyond.

Fool!

My fellow hideous inferior human pig smellies

are insulted by this constant slander!

Would a human call their own kind "pig smelly", huh?

Huh? Huh?

We're not pigs!

Hey! You watch what you say around Pig Boy.

You see, Dib, I'm as normal as any human,

and nothing you can say can make me--

Nooooo!

Sorry about that. Now...

Back into outer space!

OK, that!

Did anyone just see Zim get snatched up into space

by a giant alien monster?

Hey... Dib's got a bird doody on his jacket!

You've just made the biggest mistake of your life.

I demand that you-- Uh...

wait a minute.

This is an Irken ship.

What the...

What's going on?

Retribution, Zim.

The moment I've been waiting for.

Sizz-lorr!

But... I...

Escaped from me.

Yes, escaped from your exile on Foodcourtia.

I don't know what you're--

Wait a minute! It's all coming back to me!

Irken Invader Zim, for single-handedly ruining

Operation Impending Doom.

Ruined? I blew up more than any other Invader.

You blew up all the other Invaders!

Oh!

You will be re-encoded.

No longer an Invader,

you will forever be banished

to the Irken snacking planet of Foodcourtia.

Zim needs no vacation.

New help. Excellent.

I can take over from here, soldiers.

Dismissed!

Well. Heh heh heh.

Heh heh heh heh!

Ah heh heh heh heh...!

If you've just tuned in,

you're watching live as the crowd gathers

on Conventia to watch the Great Assigning

for Operation Impending Doom II.

Looks like the crowd is being treated to nachos.

Impending Doom II?!

I'll be late! I've gotta get out of here!

Nachos!

Nobody escapes from Sizz-lorr.

I will find you, Zim.

I will search all of space's dark corners

to hunt you down

and I will find you!

How can you remember something I said if you weren't there?

Huh?

Uh... anyhow...

After your escape,

the Great Foodening began,

Foodcourtia's most horrible food rush

that lasts 20 years!

The gravitational pull from all that snacking

makes it impossible for anything to leave the planet.

I was trapped... alone...

without help!

20 years?

But I haven't been gone that long.

Uh-- There's a time-warp thing involved -- I don't know.

I am an Invader

on a secret mission from the Tallest.

Just call them and they'll...

Your pack still has you encoded as a food-service drone, Zim.

The Tallest lied to get rid of you.

Don't bother trying to call them.

Any transmissions will be blocked.

Ugh!

Wahh!

GIR, I've got a secret mission for you.

Yes, my master!

I need you to call the Tallest

and tell them I've been kidnapped

and am being held prisoner on Foodcourtia.

Hey! I said no messages!

But I wasn't calling the Tallest!

My master's in trouble!

No. No!

Foodcourtia!

Hah!

Ah! No! No! Never again!

Eh eh!

That's more like it, Zim.

I've got a surprise for you.

Giving me a robot death monkey?

What? No.

No, it's something else.

Your first assignment.

You get to clean up booth 12.

Ah!

I've left it uncleaned for you, Zim,

for the day you came back.

Now get to work!

Thinking about escaping? Ha!

The entire restaurant is equipped with a perimeter scanner

programmed to recognize your bio-signature.

If it senses you trying to escape,

it will make you explode.

Noooo!

And the robot monkey?

You're still not getting one.

Noooo!

Oh, yes.

- Nooooo! - Yes!

Noooo!

Yes!

And that's not all, Zim.

In one week, the Foodening begins once more,

and you'll be trapped here for 20 years...

Just like I was.

Hah hah! One week?!

But my mission! 20 years!

No! No!

I have to get out of here!

Look, mama, he's gonna 'splode!

Hoo hoo heh heh heh heh...!

Nooooo!

Break's over, Zim. Go man the register.

Mwuh?

The register! Gashloog is taking his break!

Now move it!

Gashloog gets to take a break without exploding,

why not me?

Because I hired him. You're here as punishment

for almost annihilating our civilization!

Am I the only one who was impressed by that?

Gah!

These are cold. I'm not paying for this!

My plooka is not squirming!

I ordered live plooka! You hear me?

Live! Live! Live!

That means it's still moving when it gets on my plate!

Do you understand?! Huh?!

Where's my splaghdoodykoo? Huh?!

I want my splaghdoodykoo!

My splaghdoodykoo!

Where is it, my splaghdoodykoo? Huh?!

I am an Irken Invader!

You'll all know the true meaning of vengeance

when the Tallest hear of this! Aagh! Aagh! Aagh! Aagh!

Hi!

Yeah, OK, you can have that.

Um... I noticed Zim's been gone for 3 days.

Do you know where he is?

Oooooh, yeah!

I was supposed to call the Tallest for him.

He's in trouble. Whoa!

Call his leaders? Can I watch?

Okie-dokie.

Me. Me! Do you believe that? Of course, you can't.

I hate this place. And the mission.

My precious mission!

What about that? Huh?

Give me some of those!

So, I say, "you want some of this?"

And she says-- She says, right back at me,

she says...

Who are you, and why are you talking to me?

And that huge blob thing,

he's here every day!

He takes hours ordering every time!

I can't stand him! Every day!

But soon my pain will end,

since my mighty robot has already contacted the Tallest

and arranged for my rescue.

And then my master flew to the moon

in a rocket of flaming cheese!

I like cheese!

Can I ask you something?

What are your species' main weaknesses, huh?

Huh? Huh? Huh?

Huh? Huh?

Who's that large-headed kid?

I don't know.

But his head is large.

Excuse me, alien scum,

give me your planet's coordinates!

Sizz-lorr, there's only--

What did you call me?

Eh-- my apologies, my Fry Lord.

But there's only one day left until the foodening begins.

I must return to my mission before it is too late!

Never!

Now put on this happy Shloogorgh costume

and fill the customers with joy!

But it's filled with white-hot grease.

Makes you dance better. Get goin'!

Whoo!

Oh, hey all you out there!

I hope you're having a good time

eating our life-sustaining matter!

Yahoo! I'm so happy! Oh, it hurts so bad!

The grease!

Try to escape and you'll explode!

Go cheer up Eric, that blob guy.

He's our best customer,

'cause he's a blob.

Ohhhh!

Ohhhh!

Hey, little sizzly!

You look sadder than me.

It's this job! I hate it!

And I can't leave

or the security system'll make me explode!

He's gonna 'splode, mama!

That horrible kid.

Ooh, that's a Vedken splodey system. I know those.

I helped install one of those in a vort prison

till they were discontinued.

Prisoners were escaping by hiding deep in garbage tanks.

The scanners can't read the bio-signatures

if it's surrounded with enough thickness.

Isn't that interesting?

Whoo!

Yes, yes, that's great.

The whole escaping thing? Heh?

Uh-huh.

Well, I better take my thick self on outta here.

See ya tomorrow.

Wait! I have a plan!

Yes!

Heh heh heh heh!

Where are you going?

The Foodening is about to begin!

Can't you feel it?

Vacation. With you here,

I'll be taking this Foodening off.

You can be in charge for this one.

Laugh now, Sizz-lorr,

but you will know not to mess with Invader Zim!

I... wasn't laughing.

I... haven't laughed since yesterday.

Fry Lord! Permission to trade stations with Gashloog!

Huh?

If he takes the counter,

I can work in the kitchen

where my pain and suffering is even more unbearable.

Pain, huh?

OK.

Welcome to Shlooghorgh's!

My name's Gashloog!

May I take your order?

Uhhhhh...

I'll have a deep fried mooshminky

and a jumbified sack of Vort dogs.

Rrrgggh! So painful...

And delicious!

Aaaaagggghh!

Zim! You got customers waiting for their orders! Pick it up!

Has anyone seen Zim? He's missing!

Where is he? He couldn't have escaped!

Hotcha!

Uhhhh.

Ziiiiiim!

Thank you for flying Snacky Cab.

In just a moment, we'll be shutting down service

for the next 20 years during the Great Foodening,

which is about to begin.

No! No! Not while I'm here!

I'm coming, Zim!

No use running!

Heeey! Over here!

I'll pay you triple!

Sorry.

Aaaaaaggghhh!

Aaaahhh!

The Foodening...

It's beginning.

Snacking... so... powerful!

Must...

break...

away!

Curse you, Zim!

Curse you!

Now back to Earth!

Back to my mission!

Have fun, Sizz-lorr!

Enjoy your defeat at the Zim hands of Zim!

Snacky Cab station is now closed.

Any cabs not docked will explode for no apparent reason.

Uh... I was um...

That's normal, you know.

Uh-huh. Uh-huh.

Home!

A sweet victory for Zim!

It is good to be back.

Good to be Zim.

Huh?

Hey! Get outta my house!

Get out! Get out of the house of Zim!

Leave! Get out!