-Author's note: I made this before ever knowing about Backseat Drivers...you may understand why I said that and you may not. Anyway, this fic gets better and more humorous as it plays out. Oh, I wrote this whilst I was bored in health class three years ago. Yayness.-
It Ended with a Giggle
Freshman Year of 2004
(Dib and Zim are sitting in two separate comfy, plush, purple chairs. They each have a huge cup of soda and random snacks are on a table behind them. They are chatting with one another as if they were best friends. We zoom in with the camera and you can see Dib and Zim talking and laughing. Since they're already in a conversation, let's rewind to the beginning so you can stop freaking about what's going on.)
-4 hours earlier: In school-
Ms. Bitters: Then they flew over the clouds. Any questions?
Dib: Yes, what flew over the clouds?
Ms. Bitters: (turns to the class) Thanks to Dib, you all will have to create a story, 100 pages long about what exactly flew over the clouds. Make one mistake on the paper, and you fail!
Dib: But I-
(Ms. Bitters cuts him off.)
Ms. Bitters: Thank Dib again because now I will pair you children up with other children you don't like.
(The class gives pronouncing looks of disgust at Dib.)
Dib: Sorry everyone...
Ms. Bitters: Since everyone hates Dib and Zim, those two will be 'partners'. The rest of you are free to choose whomever you please.
(The class whoops cheers of happiness and choose their partners. Dib looks miserable.)
Dib: That's not fair! How come I have to be with Zim!?
Ms. Bitters: You obviously don't listen. Besides the class hating you and Zim, they all like each other and I said so.
(She slithers away into the strange darkness of the other side of the room.)
Zim: Well Dib-human, I don't really care about 'grades', so I'll just let you do all the work.
Dib: You're not getting out of this one! You'll do fifty pages and I will do the rest!
Zim: You do have a listening problem. Ah well, see ya' Dib!
(Zim begins walking 'home', with Dib floating after.)
Dib: Oh no! You are not gonna' walk out on me! Not like last time!
Zim: What 'last time'? There was NO other time!
Dib: (kinda' embarrassed) Well, yeah, but you're not just gonna' walk off!
Zim: Have I ever taken orders from you?
Dib: No, but-
Zim: Right worm. There may have been times when we became 'friends' or a 'team' to get something done, but not this time filth.
Dib: Ya' know Zim, you'll be the only one not to do a story. Did ya' know that?
Zim: Of course! So, what's your point?
Dib: Everyone always does their work in Ms. Bitters' class and when someone doesn't, the others think that person is strange. Almost alien like.
Zim: (forgetting that Dib was there) INGENIOUS! I'll do part of the story, so everyone thinks I'm normal and then I can make them fall into a false pretense that I'm their 'friend'. AND THEN-THEN I WILL RULE THEM ALL! HAHA!
Dib: (playing along) What was that? I didn't hear you.
Zim: No, no you wouldn't have heard me, because of your listening problem. What I said about the whole 'ruling-Earth-thing', has absolutely nothing to do with me helping your brain with a story!
Dib: But you just said it!
Zim: (confused) I did? Well, I'll just erase your mind-thing later.
(Then the two walk to Zim's base and descend to the labs.)