"In an effort to keep you... students from reproducing, I will be assigning you partners for a new project. You will take care of a baby together." Mrs. Bitter's looked throughly disgusted. Collective groans came from the class.

"The partners are as followed; Keef and Zita, Keef you will be a stay at home father, Sara and Torque, teenage parents, Mary and Melvin both working parents, Gretchen and Chunk as a divorced couple, Zim and Dib as our 'expirmental' couple who adopted-"

"What?!?" "I will not raise Dib's large headed smeetie!" Both Zim and Dib yelled at the teacher over the giggles and comments.

"Silence! If you have a problem you can go to the principle." Zim and Dib quieted down, Zim with an obvious pout, niether listening as Ms. Bitters continued. "Good. Now, the babies have a mechanical system to measure abuse, and whether or not you are taking good care of the child. Now get out." The bell rang as Ms. Bitters stood by the door, passing out plain looking bald baby dolls to each couple. Zim held the thing far away with a sneer, tossing it aside. Dib scrambled to catch the doll, holding it close.

"Zim! Be careful, I don't wanna fail." Dib held the doll as one would a real baby, glaring over at the alien. He snorted as Zim took a deep breath, knowing what was coming.

"Stupid, foolish human! Does the Dib-Beast actually care for this.... robot smeetie. It disfunctions more than GIR, for it does nothing!" Zim began laughing maniacly, then stopped as Dib opened his mouth again.

"It's a doll Zim! We're it's 'parents' we have to-" Zim smirked and turning slowly toward Dib. He gently pulled the doll from Dib's arms, stroking it's cheek.

"Zim sees, Dib-stink. I understand. You want to have a baby with the almighty Zim! It is a good thing it has my genes, and not yours. It would have a large head, I assume." Dib turned red, and his left eye twitched lightly.

"Whatever Zim. Do you want to take it home with you tonight?" Dib asked, but looked up to realize that the alien had already walked away.

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"Oh, partner-in-both-meanings-of-the-world, it is your turn to watch the offspring we produced?" Dib sighed and turned to where Zim was yelling, then noticed that many girls were pointing and 'aw'ing at him.

"Zim- What. Is. That!" He asked through clenched teeth.

"Why, it is our lovely Dibette. Our female smeetie. Isn't she cute?" Zim smirked, holding out the doll.

It now had light green skin, slightly paler than Zim, a painted dusting of black hair, and Dib's hazel eyes. She was wearing a tiny Irken outfit with little blue smiley face- tongue out- that reminded the human of GIR.

"Ohmygod. For the love of all things Mysterious." Dib muttered, flabbergasted.

"I am suprised, Dib, that we actually had quite acceptable human-smeeties. According to my computer they would be extremely smart and diligent, good runners, but would be loud, demanding, and eccentric. Not that those are bad things." Zim rambled on for a moment, and Dib held the doll in his arms, eyes widening at the way that he noticed Zim was staring almost... lovingly at it. "Our smeeties could rule this miserable planet. Yes, Dib. We must MATE!" The last word Zim screeched caused Dib tojump and blush.

"No, Zim. I- we can't- no. Mate? Do you know what that wou- it's not- no-but I, what are you-? I don't want to take over Earth." Dib finished lamely, as Zim smirked down at him.

"But you do want to mate with Zim, don't you?" Dib sighed, knowing that he had no way out of this.

"She, Dibette did you say? Is rather cute..." Dib replied relucantly, and Zim scooted closer to him, leaning his head on Dib's shoulder.

"Yes... she has your eyes." Zim stated, glancing up at the blushing human. Dib chuckled lightly.

"Why Dibette?" Dib asked, locking eyes with the alien.

"Don't worry, Dib. Our son will be Zim Jr." Zim stated, touching the dolls head.

"Yeah, I like tha-" Dib agreed lightly, then stopped himself. "We don't have a son, Zim."

"Not yet." The alien's answer came from behind Dib, and Zim hooked a leg around Dib's waist. Dib clutched the baby closer and tensed. "MATE ME, DIB!"

Zim's outburst caused many students to turn and glare at the couple, and suddenly Mrs. Bitters swooped down and snatched the doll from Dib.

"Clearly, this has gone to your small underdevolped brain, Zim! You both... pass." Mrs. Bitter's shuddered lightly, and glanced at Dib.

"She has your eyes." She stated, then left. Dib stood blinking, half forgetting the alien suggestivly hooked around his waist; until, that is, the aforemention huffed 'mate with me, Dib' in his ear.