It is 2:00 in the morning

Zim is home with Gir, and they are on the sofa, watching a show called 'The Space Traveling Monkeys'.

"This is my favorite show!~" Gir jumps on the sofa, repetitively, annoying Zim.

"Gir! Stop that right now!" Zim turns off the TV.

"Awhhh..." Gir groans. "I wanted to watch that..." He looks down at the floor, full of sadness.

"In order to fulfill my masterplan to TAKE OVER THE WORLD!- I must figure this Earthling garbole-gook." Zim pulled out a sheet of paper out of his bookbag, which is full of confusing math problems.

"Ooooohh! Garbole-gook, I also LOVE that show!" Gir smiles.

"That's NOT a show GIR!" Zim spat. His eyes dart back to the paper. "Humans call this... HOME- WOORK... which I'm guessing is some kind of mind control thing on a sheet of paper. I don't know what it does, but I must be careful with it, do you hear me Gir?"

Gir is rolling in circling on the ground, screaming and laughing, taking excitement in basically nothing.

"Oh boy... what will I do with you?" Zim walks around Gir, and lays the homework on his kitchen table. Gir walks up behind Zim and says, "You knooooooooow... I heard that homework is something kids in skool do when teachers force them to suffer pain. It's supposed to help them learn, but mostly it's just a way to waste time worrying about da FOOOTUUURE."

Zim rolls his eyes. "Yeah, ok, thanks Gir." He sits down on a stool, and stares at the homework, intense music plays behind Zim, as he stares harder and harder at the so called homework. Eventually, Zim shouts "GIR! TURN THAT ACTION MUSIC DOWN!"

Gir jumps. "Oops... sowwy." He shuts the TV off.

"Hmmm... in order to find out more information about this homework stuff, I must call someone smart..." Zim looks over at the phone.

RIIING RIIING RIII-

"Rrghhh... who is this?" A voice from the other side of the phone answers.

"Dibworm, this is Zim, and it's important, I must get help from this torture you humans call... HOME- WOORK..."

"What?" The phone breaks a bit, as if Dib dropped the phone. He quickly picks it back up. "Zim.." his voice is in a whisper now. "Why are you calling me this late at night? It's 2:30 in the morning!? What are you doing, doing homework this late. Most importantly... WHY ARE YOU CALLING ME AT ALL?"

"Please help, I don't even know the first question...-"

Gir interrupts, "I think the first answer is WAFFLES!"

"No Gir, I don't think it's waffles...-"

"What are you guys talking about?" Dib asked, quite confused.

"Ehm... Dib, is the answer to number one waffles?" Zim asks.

"What?" Dib puts his ear closer to the phone.

"Ugh, I can't do this..." Zim screams into the phone. "GET OVER HERE RIGHT NOW DIBWORM!"

Dib screeches a bit, his ears ringing by Zim's voice. "Ouch... Zim..."

"Dib!"

"What?"

"GET. OVER. HERE!" Zim breaks each word out.

"I'm NOT going over to your house ZIM!"

5 MINUTES LATER

Zim opens his door, and is greeted to Dib. His hair is in all sorts of messed up positions, he's wearing blue pajamas, and his eyes are bloodshot, you can tell he's still extremely tired. "I hate you Zim." He groans.

"Gawwhhhaa, you guys are such great friends!~" Gir squees.

Dib and Zim sit next to each other in the kitchen. Zim points to the paper, "What is this Dib?"

"I can't believe I'm doing this...-" Dib sighs. He holds up the paper so he can read it clearer. "Ugh, Zim, this is easy. Do you not pay attention in class?"

Zim has to think about that for a second.

Flashback(z)

Ms. Bitters' rambles on about solving x and y, "...and that's basically what we're learning kids." She turns to face the half-asleep kids, droll slipping out of their mouth, except for one lucky student, Dib. Dib is staring in awe at the board. "Now, who understands this?" Dib is the only one whom raises his hand, for every other kid is knocked out cold.

"Good Dib." Ms. Bitters smiles a devious smile. "Since you were the only one listening, I'm sure you're listening to this too." She leans up close to Dib, making him lean backwards. "You just learned the most useless thing ever!" She laughs maniacally. "Looks like you actually have something to relate with for once in this terrible game we call life." She laughs for a while more, Dib's smile slowly fades, his shoulders start to sag. Ms. Bitters walks back to the board, and continues rambling.

Zim looks over at Dib, taking in pleasure over Dib's embarrassment. Zim then takes paper and draws a bunch of stick figures, one presumably Dib and the other Zim. It shows a comic of a stickfigured Zim taking over the world, and Dib tries to stop him. Block letters read,

'No Zim! You will never get away with this!'

Stick figure Zim laughs, saying,

'Oooh really Dibworm? BUT I ALREADY HAVE MUWHAHAHA!'

Then, stickfigure Zim takes out what looks like a lazer beam, and zaps Dib with his beams, stick figure Dib ends up having X's as his eyes, meaning he's probably dead or something, lol idek, this is a weird story.

Flashback(z) Ennnd(z)

"Of cooourse I pay attention in class... DIB. The real question is... DO YOU pay attention in class?" Zim challenges.

Another flashback(z) beginsss

"WE DON'T HAVE ENOUGH TIME FOR THIS ZIM!"

AAAaannd then it ends..

"I want to go home, and go asleep before it's too late." Dib says, irritated.

"YOU DON'T HAVE TO GO ANYWHERE!" Gir screeches happily, making Dib cringe of tiredness. "I'll bake you a cake and we can have a sleepover!" Gir skips over to the cabinet and pulls out ingredients for a cake. "It's gonna be PIIIIIIINNNK!"

"Oh no, you don't have to... oh..." Dib tries to say. Gir already starts throwing flour and random stuff all over the kitchen counter, getting stuff all over the homework.

"Let's finish this elsewhere." Zim says. He goes to grab the homework, but the homework suddenly isn't there. "Hey, where'd it go?" He looks at Dib.

Dib's eyes are barely open. "I..."

"You stole it?"

Dib quickly woke up. "Huh? What?" He looks around. "Ummm... no?"

"YOU STOLE IT!" Zim shouts at Dib and tackles him, pinning him down.

"OooouchhhH!" Dib groans, wincing in pain. "Zim, I-I didn't do anything, I'm too tired to care, and why would I want to take your homework? That makes no sense!"

"Ohhh shut up, Dibworm! I KNOW it was YOU. Who else could it have been?" Gir walks up behind him with a mixing bowl in his hands.

"I'm almost done with the caaaaaaaaake!~"

"Oh yeah..." Zim stops talking. "I STILL KNOW IT WAS-"

"Hey, look outside!" Gir says, pointing outside. "What is all that paper doing all together?"

Dib and Zim look up, Dib still pinned to the ground. "Zim... get off me..."

Zim gets up and he keeps staring. Dib finally sees what's so surprising, and gasps. "Is that... your... my... ALL OUR HOMEWORK?"

Outside, a huge pile of math homework from every kid who was in Ms. Bitters class was laid out on the ground, grouped together, and they were all moving by themself.

"Am I hallucinating from being so tired, or can you see that as well?"

"I can too."

"MEEEEE THREEEE!" Gir smiles.

The paper grew and grew, grouping together until it was almost five feet tall, each paper building the stack higher and higher.

"I don't think we have that many kids in our class..." Dib muttered.

The stack grew taller than everyone in the town's house! Until it finally morphed into a huge human eating homework monster. It slowly slithered around the town, smashing into cars, dumping trash cans, and making a mess!

"I ALWAYS KNEW THIS HOMEWORK THING WAS A BAD IDEA!" Zim yelled at the monster.

"It's gonna destroy everything!" Dib stated in disbelief.

"YEAH IT'S GONNA- wait a minute... You know what this means, right Dib?"

"Yeah, it means I have to stop it!" Dib jumps up, getting into a fake karate stance, but because of his lack of sleep, he falls flat on his face. "With your help, of course..."

"Help? Who, you?" Zim pauses. "HAHAHAHA! NOOOOOOOOO! no." Zim stands up on a crushed car. "Just look at what this monster can do! It sure can destroy anything when it's mad... or hungry.. or something... but the point is, is that I'm going to take the monster as my own so that I can TAKE OVER THE WORLD WITH IT!"

"Keep it as what? As a pet?" Dib asks.

"No, that's Gir's job." Zim responds.

Gir walks about behind them. "The cakes baaaaaking!~ I got myself a soda!"

"Well, ZIM, if you really want to take that monster as your own, you'll have to beat me to it." Dib snatches the soda bottle out of Gir's hand, pops the cap off, and chugs the entire bottle. He hands it back to Gir. "Thanks Gir."

"Oh, don't worry. There's more in the fridge!" Gir walks back into the house, heading for the kitchen to get more sodas.

Zim and Dib race each other over the monster, Zim reaches it first. He starts to climb the monster, until he felt a large stinging sensation on his hands. He lift up one hand to see what was wrong, and he came to the conclusion that he had teeny-tiny paper cuts all over his hands. He screamed, and fell off the monster with a THUD!

Dib ran over to his side. "Why weren't you wearing your gloves?" He asked, trying desperately not to laugh at Zim's misery.

"I DOOOOOOOOOON'T KNOOOOOOOW!" Zim screamed.

The monster heard Zim's cries, and it started to turn around, getting ready to eat both Zim and Dib. Zim ran over to his house. "GIR, GET ME MY GLOVES!" Zim said, shaking his hands, "AND MY MIND-CONTROLLING DEVISE!"

Gir nodded and ran inside to fetch those things for Zim.

Dib, who was hiding behind a crushed trash can, was looking through his bookbag, searching for gloves. Once he found them and put them on, he also reached in and pulled out a large, blue sword, super shiny. He jumped out of his hiding place and started climbing the monster, getting ready to slice.

Zim squealed. "HURRY GIR!"

Gir quickly ran over to Zim with all the things Zim needed and things for himself. Gir was holding a large bowl of popcorn and a box filled with different kinds of sodas.

"Gir... why do you have those?"

"They're for the action sequence." Gir says, pointing to Dib cutting the monster open.

"Oh, thanks for reminding me!" Zim zoomed back into action.

Dib tried as much as he could to break the monster, he sliced and cut at the paper, but since the homework was all folded and the edges were placed in different positions, it was very difficult to cut anything. Sweat drip from Dib's forehead, all the way down to his chin, and it slid off his face with a little drip, drop! Dib dropped his sword in defeat, until he noticed that his sweat was causing the monster to slowly tear apart.

Dib facepalmed himself. "No DUH! The monsters made out of PAPER! I can just destroy him with water!" Dib opened up his pack, taking everything out so he could find water. "I don't seem to have any...-" He was suddenly pushed off the monster with a large force, Zim! Zim not only had a mind-controlling devise, but he was also holding a lazer gun. Zim shot a beam at Dib, barely missing his big head.

"Now look who's in the lead, DIB!" Zim laughed, mockingly. "I guess Snow White needs a nap."

"Um... you mean Sleepy Beauty... right?"

"Yeah. That chick." Zim jumped up, climbing closer and closer to being able to use his devise correctly. Dib stared up at him, trying to think up a quick plan, but it seemed that he had failed.

"Heeeyyyy Dib!" Gir called out to him from his front lawn. "You look tired again, would you like another soda?"

Dib shook his head, holding his temples from a massive headache. "No... I just...- wait... did you say, soda?"

"Yeah! I have grape soda! Cherry soda! Berry soda! Soda-soda!"

"I'll take all of them!"

"Wow, looks like someone really needs soda." Gir giggles. He hands the whole box to Dib. "Here ya go! I probably should check up on the cake."

"Yeah, you go ahead and do that," Dib said. He tore open the box and threw all the sodas into his backpack. He turned around to see that Zim has finally used his devise, the homework monster was completely in Zim's control. Zim was planning on destroying the entire city! Dib shook his head, running straight up to the monster, holding the backpack in front of him.

"No Zim! You will never get away with this!"

Zim laughs, saying "Oooh really Dibworm? BUT I ALREADY HAVE MUWHAHAHA!"

Zim shoots a lazer beam at Dib, but the lazer hit Dib's bookbag instead. The bookbag and all the sodas inside exploded, the fizzy liquid was spraying everywhere. There was so much soda, it hit the monsters papery legs, and slowly the monster began to dissolve. Since the monster was paper, it couldn't feel any pain, but Zim was sure angry.

"NO!" Zim cried. He slid off his half-dissolved killing-machine, trying to clump the wet paper together, instead it made a gross pasty mess.

"YES!" Dib shouted with glee. He pumped his fist in the air, only to be greeted with a sharp pain the his stomach, like he's been kicked in the gut. "Ouch!" He doubled over, grabbing his stomach.

"HA! Now, Dib, for killing my monster, you have to survive through those pains, probably caused by the lazer." Zim grabbed his devise, which was broken. The paste made the devise all wet. He then got his lazer gun, which was still intact. "I would shoot you again, but I'm suddenly very tired. Might as well go back home to bed, Dib. You need the sleep."

Dib tried to get up, but with every step, he felt nausea. He couldn't walk more than five steps without having to stop again.

"You're not gonna help me?" Dib asked, kind of sad to hear this.

"Help? Who, you? NO." Zim walked inside his house, Gir was waiting by the door.

Gir walked over to Dib and handed him a piece of cake. "This should help your pains. Probably..." Gir said, then he walked back inside.

"Probably? What does that...-" But everyone was already gone.

Dib stared at the cake for a while, wondering what was in the cake, or if it was even ok for him to eat it. He shrugged, picked up the fork, and slowly ate the flavorful cake Gir made.


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