The first thing Zim did when he awoke to greasey cheese in his mouth was throw up all over the sofa.

Gir cried for his beloved sofa, doing nothing as usual for his Master. The sofa was cleaned the instant Zim rolled wearily off of it.

"Yeeeee!" The broken S.I.R. unit squealed in delight and hopped on his sofa.

Two seconds later it was covered in crumbled nachos and cheese.

Zim groaned pitifully and stumbled to the toilet in his base's "kitchen". He pulled himself up and flushed, dropping down below to the main control room.

"Computer, cleansing soap." He barked, not in the mood for anything but clean.

The computer sighed and a little box flew and bonked Zim on the head. His white and blue contacts popped out and his wig went flying off.

The alien himself had been knocked out cold.

"Oops." The computer sighed again, then went back to whatever it usually did.

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Dib was feeling especially alien-catching-dicecting-ie today. When Zim hadn't shown up at skool that Monday he'd been annoyed.

"I wonder what he's doing today. I bet his coming up with another evil plan again, HA!" Dib's mouth was firing off like speeding bullets in Gaz's ear. "Well I stopped him last time, and this time I will too! Maybe I should do some spying later today. Ooh, he wouldn't expect that!"

The boy's sister was getting annoyed (even more than usual), and she slammed her fist into her brother's stomach.

"Shut up." The purple-haired child growled, eyes never leaving her GameSlave.

"Yes, Gaz." Dib's croaked, clutching his throbbing new injury.

She grunted and walked away.

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The next day Zim had showed up at skool, looking tired. He wasn't giving his usual comments, and he wasn't being a yelly-know-it-all with Mrs. Bitters either.

To say Dib was a little curious would be a huge understatement.

"Hey, Ziiiimmmm." The human boy's trenchcoat whooshed behind him as he skidded to a stop by Zim's desk.

"What do you want, Dib-stink? Can't you see I'm busy doing NORMAL HUMAN SMELLY CHILD THINGS?" The green-skinned alien yelled, throwing his normal human pencil at Dibs...weird, hair, sticky-uppy-thing.

Dib's manical smile froze as the pencil lodged in his mohawk thing. He shrieked and tried to pull it out instantly, but alas, it was stuck.

"You've won this round, Zim!" Dib spat out, racing away in horrible defeat.

Zim started cackling, "MUWHAHAHAHA! PITIFUL DIB-STINK! YOU CANT EVEN HANDLE A STUPID EARTH-STYLUS!"

One of the kids in the back spoke up.

"Uhm, that was a pencil."

And then Zim conquered the Earth, the End!

A/N: I wrote this during school instead of doing math haha

So yeah. Hope it amused you! :33

-whovianfangirl

5/29/15