When I thought of this idea, I giggled for an hour straight. No own. I think you might still enjoy this even if you haven't read HHG2G, and there are several explanations for your veiwing pleasure:c)
I think it's pretty clear who's who, but just in case, here's the cast list:
Ford Prefect: Zim
Aurther Dent: Dib
Tricia McMillian aka Trillian: Gaz
Zaphoid Beblebrox: Invader Skooge
Marvin: Invader Skooge's SIR
Slartibartfast: Noogums aka Shnooky
GIR isn't really anybody, I guess he could be Colin, but since Colin dosen't show up til the last book, he's just GIR. Maybe someday I'll also write The Moose Room at the End of The Universe, Life the Universe and Stuff, So Long and Thanks for all the Piggies, and Mostly Armless:c)
The events are the same, but the characters still act like themselves, so SOME events had to be changed. It's also written partly in HHG2G style, but I fall back on my own style a LOT:c)
And I know I should wait 'til I finish WFA, but you can't make me, nyah, nyah, nyah! ...I'm actually working on a zillion different things, fic and non-fic, and try as I might, I can't stop myself from starting new ones (hence this). My updates might end up coming farther apart, then again, I've said that before and been wrong, so who knows?
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It was another ordinary day on the little blue planet located on the slightly more unfashionable western spiral arm of the galaxy. Well, actually, it was a day which was anything but ordinary, in that it was the last day per se that the planet in question was to have. But that seemingly vital fact went unnoticed by the many ape-desended creatures, as well as the two non ape-decendants currently residing there. In fact, it is at the house of these two latter creatures that this particular story begins.
"Oh *zark*..." Zim said, facing the monitor. "Vogons. First the Planet Jackers, now this! What is it about this planet that makes everyone want to incinerate it?"
He glared at the screen for a second longer. There was a Vogon fleet headed straight towards earth, and based on what it was equipped with, there was no doubt that it was planning demolition. Zim stood, and leapt from the hovering red platform into the gaping vacancy below. Rather then making a very unfriendly encounter with the ground, however, he landed calmly on a second flying platform seconds before what would have been his demise.
"GIR! We have to save the earth again. Vogons are attacking, with their filthy hands! GIR? GIR, where are you?"
Zim touched down in the Voot Runner bay, (A/N: I know, it's a Voot Cruiser, but I like Voot Runner better, so nyah, nyah, nyah! I be quiet now.) And gasped in horror. There, in the center of a pile of metal, wires, and rubber piggies, was GIR. The most disturbing thing about this spectacle was the distinct absence of a Voot Runner.
"GIR..." Zim said in a voice much more patient than his facial expression would imply, "What did you do with the Voot Runner?"
GIR held out a lever, which had a large, round handle at the top "I gots a lollipop!" he reasoned. Zim's eye twitched.
"GIR... am I too understand that THAT," he indicated the pile of wires and metal "*was* the Voot Runner?"
"Maaaaaaybe..." GIR said, sucking his 'lollipop.'
Zim sighed, and was suddenly knocked over as his house shook. "Oh NO!" he cried, running off down a long tunnel. GIR followed.
Emerging outside seconds later, Zim looked at the sky. The hideous yellow, lumpy Vogon ships were already hovering just over the horizon.
"People of earth, your attention please. This is Prostetnic Vogon Jeltz of the Galactic hyperspace planning council" came a voice, "As you will no doubt be aware, the plans for development of the outlying regions of the Galaxy require a building of a hyperspatial express route through your star system, and regrettably your planet is one of those scheduled for demolition..."
"Zarquon..." Zim muttered as the voice continued, "It's already starting!" he paused long enough to be knocked over by GIR who had just run out of the house, and in to him. Dusting himself off, he continued. "And there's no time to repair the Voot Runner! Well, fortunately, and Invader is *always* prepared!"
He reached into his backpod and pulled out a squat black rod. Ignoring the panicking throngs, he pressed a button on the side, and he and GIR disappeared. He had used his electronic thumb, the second most important tool to any interstellar hitchhiker. He was off the planet. He was safe. He knew where his towel was.
A few minutes before all this commotion occurred, a dark, not very stealthy figure was lurking just outside the perimeter of the previously mentioned house. This was not an unusual occurrence, as the figure, more commonly known as Dib, spent a fair deal more time lurking, creeping or slinking around this house then he did lurking, creeping or slinking around his own. As the disgusting looking Vogon fleet filled the sky, he was, to say the least, surprised. Due to the fact he associated all things alien with Zim, he turned to the small green fellow, and saw him take out a squat black rod. Immediately, he rationalized that Zim must be controlling those ships via that rod, which he took to be a remote, in what would be a brilliant piece of deduction were it not for the fact that it was completely wrong. As he saw Zim reach for a button, no doubt controlling the earth... blowing-up... weapons, on the ships, Dib ran to knock it from Zim's hand, and disappeared....
I think it's pretty clear who's who, but just in case, here's the cast list:
Ford Prefect: Zim
Aurther Dent: Dib
Tricia McMillian aka Trillian: Gaz
Zaphoid Beblebrox: Invader Skooge
Marvin: Invader Skooge's SIR
Slartibartfast: Noogums aka Shnooky
GIR isn't really anybody, I guess he could be Colin, but since Colin dosen't show up til the last book, he's just GIR. Maybe someday I'll also write The Moose Room at the End of The Universe, Life the Universe and Stuff, So Long and Thanks for all the Piggies, and Mostly Armless:c)
The events are the same, but the characters still act like themselves, so SOME events had to be changed. It's also written partly in HHG2G style, but I fall back on my own style a LOT:c)
And I know I should wait 'til I finish WFA, but you can't make me, nyah, nyah, nyah! ...I'm actually working on a zillion different things, fic and non-fic, and try as I might, I can't stop myself from starting new ones (hence this). My updates might end up coming farther apart, then again, I've said that before and been wrong, so who knows?
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It was another ordinary day on the little blue planet located on the slightly more unfashionable western spiral arm of the galaxy. Well, actually, it was a day which was anything but ordinary, in that it was the last day per se that the planet in question was to have. But that seemingly vital fact went unnoticed by the many ape-desended creatures, as well as the two non ape-decendants currently residing there. In fact, it is at the house of these two latter creatures that this particular story begins.
"Oh *zark*..." Zim said, facing the monitor. "Vogons. First the Planet Jackers, now this! What is it about this planet that makes everyone want to incinerate it?"
He glared at the screen for a second longer. There was a Vogon fleet headed straight towards earth, and based on what it was equipped with, there was no doubt that it was planning demolition. Zim stood, and leapt from the hovering red platform into the gaping vacancy below. Rather then making a very unfriendly encounter with the ground, however, he landed calmly on a second flying platform seconds before what would have been his demise.
"GIR! We have to save the earth again. Vogons are attacking, with their filthy hands! GIR? GIR, where are you?"
Zim touched down in the Voot Runner bay, (A/N: I know, it's a Voot Cruiser, but I like Voot Runner better, so nyah, nyah, nyah! I be quiet now.) And gasped in horror. There, in the center of a pile of metal, wires, and rubber piggies, was GIR. The most disturbing thing about this spectacle was the distinct absence of a Voot Runner.
"GIR..." Zim said in a voice much more patient than his facial expression would imply, "What did you do with the Voot Runner?"
GIR held out a lever, which had a large, round handle at the top "I gots a lollipop!" he reasoned. Zim's eye twitched.
"GIR... am I too understand that THAT," he indicated the pile of wires and metal "*was* the Voot Runner?"
"Maaaaaaybe..." GIR said, sucking his 'lollipop.'
Zim sighed, and was suddenly knocked over as his house shook. "Oh NO!" he cried, running off down a long tunnel. GIR followed.
Emerging outside seconds later, Zim looked at the sky. The hideous yellow, lumpy Vogon ships were already hovering just over the horizon.
"People of earth, your attention please. This is Prostetnic Vogon Jeltz of the Galactic hyperspace planning council" came a voice, "As you will no doubt be aware, the plans for development of the outlying regions of the Galaxy require a building of a hyperspatial express route through your star system, and regrettably your planet is one of those scheduled for demolition..."
"Zarquon..." Zim muttered as the voice continued, "It's already starting!" he paused long enough to be knocked over by GIR who had just run out of the house, and in to him. Dusting himself off, he continued. "And there's no time to repair the Voot Runner! Well, fortunately, and Invader is *always* prepared!"
He reached into his backpod and pulled out a squat black rod. Ignoring the panicking throngs, he pressed a button on the side, and he and GIR disappeared. He had used his electronic thumb, the second most important tool to any interstellar hitchhiker. He was off the planet. He was safe. He knew where his towel was.
A few minutes before all this commotion occurred, a dark, not very stealthy figure was lurking just outside the perimeter of the previously mentioned house. This was not an unusual occurrence, as the figure, more commonly known as Dib, spent a fair deal more time lurking, creeping or slinking around this house then he did lurking, creeping or slinking around his own. As the disgusting looking Vogon fleet filled the sky, he was, to say the least, surprised. Due to the fact he associated all things alien with Zim, he turned to the small green fellow, and saw him take out a squat black rod. Immediately, he rationalized that Zim must be controlling those ships via that rod, which he took to be a remote, in what would be a brilliant piece of deduction were it not for the fact that it was completely wrong. As he saw Zim reach for a button, no doubt controlling the earth... blowing-up... weapons, on the ships, Dib ran to knock it from Zim's hand, and disappeared....