"Invader Zim FBI Warning of Doom s01e11B (s03e04)" "Subtitles:" "Ainee and Andy" "My intestines!" "Hey, man!" "It's been four weeks since you rented Intestines of War." "It's twenty days overdue!" "Hello!" "Hello!" "Who is it?" "I'm gonna watch it again." "I'm gonna watch it again!" "This is the hundredth time, GIR." "You have to stop watching this thing what... ahhh!" "What is that?" "!" "A warning?" "!" "Oh, no!" "Oh, no!" "F-B-I?" "Who is this FBI?" "What are they trying to warn us about?" "Shhh!" "Return that movie!" "You got any of them Taquitos?" "Computer!" "Give me all the information you have on the FBI." "The FBI is a government law enforcement agency." "Continue!" "Insufficient data." "Insufficient data?" "!" "Can't you just make an educated guess?" "Okay...?" "Um..." "Founded in the 1492 by..." "uh demons, the FBI is a crack law enforcement agency designed to... uh  I don't know..." "fight aliens?" "I knew it!" "This is bad." "This is so bad!" "GIR!" "That movie is some kind of government spying tool!" "Quickly!" "Eat it!" "Hello?" "Hello?" "Hello?" "Good, okay." "Hello, how may I help you today?" "I'm through playing' around." "You better return that video or else...!" "This is your final warning!" "I'm sorry, I do not know what are you talking about." "I am normal." "If that thing isn't in the drop off box by the time we open tomorrow you're gonna payyyyy late fees!" "I wanna rent this one." "Why?" "So you can keep it for weeks and weeks and not return it?" "What about all the other people who wanna watch it." "You ever think about them?" "!" "Huh?" "!" "Huh?" "!" "That was them." "I have to return this thing now!" "No!" "I'm still watching it." "I wanna see what happens." "I need it!" "They've locked down their fortress." "With locks!" "Okay." "Nothing I can't handle." "I'm returning this stupid movie no matter how hard they try to keep me out." "Rest easy various retail outlets." "Sergeant Slab Rankle is on the job." "Sleep tight Delicous Weenie." "Your seedy buns will go unharmed this night." "Ahhh, the Video Outhouse." "Slumber well sweet Video Outhouse." "With your video treasures nesteled deep within your vulnerable belly." "Slab is on the job." "What's this?" "!" "Let's see..." "Video Outhouse..." "Video Outhouse..." "Fourth floor D404..." "Ahhh!" "They know I'm here!" "The mall is closed!" "You're in a direct violation of code four slash seven two." "Prepare to face my wrath!" "Who are you?" "Sergeant Slab Rankle, serial number F305769!" "And you are indirect violation." "I violate nothing!" "I've come to return this video disc and there is nothing that your precious FBI can do to stop me." "The FBI..." "Nothing but amatures." "No, my friend." "I'm afraid you're tangling with someone far worse then the FBI." "You just crossed Mall Security." "Security?" "You're not the FBI?" "I worried for nothing." "This is just a typical Earth store." "I've let my fears get the best of me." "I'm very funny." "The game begins." "There!" "Simple!" "This little stink man will not get in my way!" "Release me!" "Release me or suffer the wrath of Zim!" "We meet at last, young tresspasser." "Quiet!" "There'll be time for you to grovel later." "Tell me something." "Do you understand the concept of business hours?" "Do you?" "Well..." "Do youuu?" "!" "We have rules for reason, boy." "Without them, there's only chaos and chaos is... oooh..." "I don't even wanna think of it." "Could you... just drop that disc in the slot behind you and let me go with the warning?" "I'm afraid not." "This is evidence." "And as for letting you go..." "No!" "Good job, Slab Rankle, your country commends you." "Thank you, Mister President." "Wow!" "Wow, man, an alien!" "An alien!" "False alarm." "Rankle got you too, huh?" "Welcome to our little club of doom!" "Who are you people?" "We've all got our reasons for being here." "Shoplifting, loitering, singing..." "I said I was sorry." "What can I do." "I got the music in my soul." "He caught me sleeping during my shift." "When you break the rules, Rankle sends you here." "Every couple of days he takes someone away." "They never come back..." "Some say he just lets 'em go." "Me, I say he takes them and turns them into horrible zombie soldiers in that new Zombieland they just put in out back." "But I don't wanna be a zombie soldier." "Has anyone ever escaped?" "The only guy who ever escaped, never made it out." "Yeah..." "There is hope!" "With the proper guidance anything is possible and I'm telling you right now, you can get out of this cell." "If you only believe that you can, then you can." "Trust me!" "Rise, my fellow prisoners!" "Rise up and use your revolting limbs to escape this prison." "That's it." "Yes!" "Climb on top of each other and form a stairway." "A stairway of hope and cooperation." "It's time to run free through your hideous streets once more." "If we work together, we can get out of here!" "Who's with me?" "!" "And don't worry, lemonade on the stick stand, your brave protector, Slab Rankle, will remain ever vigilant." "We're doin' it!" "We're doin' it!" "Yes!" "Onwards to freedom." "You see what you can accomplish if you just work together." "Hello?" "Hello?" "Hey, over here!" "Do not fear, Lard House." "I'll keep your many enemies at bay, and you..." "Whaaat...?" "!" "It's not that easy, my friend." "Slab Rankle is not that easy to pull one over and defeat, Slab and Rankle..." "and... and Slab and..." "Time for zombies!" "Zombies?" "!" "Nothing can stop Zim!" "Nothing!" "Not even this filthy army of zombies." "What...?" "Wait...!" "Stop!" "It appears I have met my match." "You have bested my zombie soldiers, and are a worthy oponent." "You have my congratulations... wait...!" "You have my admiration!" "Don't you see?" "If the two of us combine forces, nothing can stop us." "Join me." "Together, we will rule the mall!" "Eh... no, that's okay." "I guess it's my lonely duty to stand guard." "Sleep tight sweet mall." "Everything is ok." "I'm here, baby." "I'm here." "Subtitles:" "Ainee and Andy"