Zim looked I dismay as the blue sky started to turn a greenish grey. The winds picked up, and he could smell that rain was not far off. He hadn't thought it would rain; after all, it had been cloudless and hot for the past week. He was defenseless against the coming H2O. Zim quickly started searching in his PAK for any spare paste, but came up short. The only remains of paste in the bottle he found were dried up, the moisture in them evaporated from the heat. "Stupid planet." He muttered to himself. "The sooner you are conquered by the MIGHTY ZIM! The better."
Zim had been walking home from detention at Hi Skool. Apparently it was against the rules to knock someone's teeth out while playing dodge ball. And now he was racing for his life against some stupid water. "Hey, wait a minute!" Zim stopped and started to search in his PAK again. "YES!" he exclaimed when he found the bubble gum. There was a food fight during lunch, and Zim found this on the ground, and thought it looked suspicious. After studying it during English, he concluded it would be a rather good replacement for the paste, in case he ever got into situations like this. What better way to test it out? Zim unwrapped the pink candy, and plopped it in his mouth. The taste was sweet, not unlike the Josmeek, a famous, but rare, Irken candy. Zim savored the flavor in his mouth for a moment, but proceeded to make a bubble immediately after her heard thunder. He took the bubble, and carefully popped it, trying his best not to let the sides stick together. He stretched it out as far as it would go, and spread it all over his body.
Not ten minutes later did the dreaded rain start to fall. Zim cowered slightly as the first drop landed on him, but relaxed when he didn't feel his flesh burning into goo. He continued to walk home, but paused when he noticed a familiar hyooman standing inside a store, buying some mechanical looking stuff. Zim concluded it was Dib, because of the freakishly large head that he was finally starting to grow into. Zim dashed to hide behind a light pole. He peeked around to see Dib leaving the building, holding a huge box and talking to himself just loudly enough for Zim to pick up with his superior hearing. "Why must it be today? Why couldn't it have been held until I was ready?"
"What is the Dib monkey talking about?" Zim whispered. What was today? What wasn't Dib Filth ready for? Zim decided to follow him and find out what the Irk he was talking about.