Almost
"Sir, we've been monitoring the planet's video outputs for over twenty of their years. We have no signs of intelligence. Permission to abort?"
"All right. It seems such a waste though. Permission granted."
"SIR! Wait, I think I might have found something! Look at this!"
The two aliens moved over to where a tech commander was gesturing to a screen. Maybe 'Earth' had someone intelligent on it after all.
They looked into the screen to see that it was playing a channel called 'Nickelodeon.'
"That's strange." Said the General. "I always thought that channel played shows for younger earthlings."
On the screen, a series of strange images showed in rapid succession. A twisted melody played. The aliens looked on, confused. The screen showed some words, and then the show started. A green human stared at the screen. Then another human with a huge head started to chase the green human. The aliens laughed.
"The humans do have intelligent ones among them." Said the Tech. The general smiled.
"Yes indeed. Begin preparations for contact. We must communicate with the creator of this greatness. 'Jhonen Vasquez.' Then we can share our utopian society with them."
The rest of the aliens nodded.

A few months later
"Ok, this is it. In T-minus three minutes, we will make contact with the leader of the humans. Nobody screw this up, Ok? Remember, they are relatively primitive, and haven't even discovered time travel yet."
"WAIT! Look at this. They've… done something awful."
The aliens looked on in horror. The show of greatness, Invader Zim, was cancelled. Dead. Several of the onlookers began to cry. The Almighty Greatest, Ruler of all the Aliens, got very angry.
"We were mistaken. They are not intelligent after all. What intelligent creature would cancel that marvelous thing? Pull out. We aren't making contact after all."
The ship flew off into the sky, and was soon a tiny speck of light in the endless view of stars.