It's Wonderful Life, Yeah Right (or is it?)!

Chapter 1: What about the project?

It was a fine late Sunday morning in January. The snow turned to slush from last week's snowstorm as Zim stomps down the street to Dib's house to work on their first semester final project in Science Technology. As Zim marches down the street, anyone and I mean anyone could tell that he was not a very spectacular mood. He didn't even bother to wear a coat in 40 degree weather. He was just wearing a plain white T-shirt, a pair of his good black gloves, black pants and his usual black boots. His hair and clothes were very messy and disarranged that he either one; just got up and didn't bother to dress himself properly or two he was just was really, really, really frustrated (If I were you I'd guess two). Zim rang the door bell and waited for someone to respond. No answer. Zim rings the doorbell again and slams his fists on the door forcefully that even the neighbors opened their doors to answer. Finally, Dib's door slowly opens to show Dib holding a baseball bat getting ready to swing. Dib saw his deranged friend, he sighed.

"Zim, for God's sake! I thought you were the daytime burglar that appears on Sundays. What are you trying to do? Break the door down!"

"Anything to get your attention, Dib! You hung up on me!" Zim shrieked.

"No I didn't." Dib said innocently while rolling his eyes.

"Yes you did. I called you five times and when you picked up, you ended the call."

30 Minutes earlier

10:00AM

1st call: "Hello it's me, Zim. I thought maybe you should come over and help me finish this project." Click, Dib hangs up.

10:10AM

2nd call: "Hey, it's me again. Maybe you should come over and finish this project." Click, Dib hangs up again.

10:11AM

3rd call: "Heh, you got me...Now seriously come over and finish the project." Click, Dib once more, hangs up on him.

10:12AM

4th call: "Why you! Quit doing that!" Click, Dib once more, hangs up but only because it was funny.

5th call: "OK, Dib, if you want to play it that way, I'm going to have to get your no good lazy ass myself!"

"I'm sorry; the person that you are reaching is not available. Please leave a message at the beep. BEEEEEEPPP!"

"Dib I know that's you! You're not fooling anyone!"

Clicks Dib hangs up out of annoyance.

"Oh come on Zim!" Dib chuckled. "I was just having some fun. You know how personal you get with phone calls. It's pretty funny!"

"Nothing is funny about what kind of grade we're gonna get if you don't get your butt over at my place and help me figure out the plasma cannon coordinates before tomorrow's presentation. Remember the cannon have to hit the board directly in the middle in order to get an A. There will be dire consequences if that laser misses that board."

"You get a C, so what! I'm passing that class." Dib said proudly.

Then Zim grabbed Dib by his collar and whispered snarling. "I'm not."

"God, for a highly superior alien race, you really suck at math!"

"Uh-huh. That's why I need you to come over and fix the coordinates. I build the cannon myself at least you can do is help me with this one little thing."

"Sorry Zim, I can't right now. I'm busy."

"Busy With what?"

"Dib is that the daytime burglar again. If it is, you want me to get my shot gun because that bat will never do." A strange female voice shouted from Dib's living room.

"No, everything's Okay. It's just Zim." Dib shouted back.

"It's that girl again! Isn't Dib?"

"Yeah, Gretchen." Dib signed happily. "I'm going to be meeting her parents tonight at dinner. If I get on their good side I might be able to take her to the junior prom."

"Prom? Last year you called it a bunch a brainless zombies dancing to rap music and now you want to go! You changed man!"Zim said disappointed.

"Look Zim, you're going to have to figure out the coordinates by yourself. I can't help you now."

"Fine, but if we get a failing grade, don't come crying to me!" Zim stormed off Dib's porch. Dib closed the door atlas.

"Stupid Dib and his whacked-out hormones! I didn't genetically make myself 3 feet taller to get what he's having. He will pay!"

Zim then noticed that the garage was open showing all of Dib's tools he used to keep up with Tak's ship maintenance.

"He won't help me with this then no more Dib-flying-time. Bye-bye Dib-flying-time! Heh, heh, heh, heh, heh!"

Zim smirked, picked up all of his tools and placed them in Dib's tool box. Then with great speed, he ran down to the corner of the street and with a big bang, he fell on his back. Then he rolled over and he placed one of his hands in the mud puddle and got his new glove dirty. Then he yelped.

"OW OW OW OW OWWWWWWWWW!" he screamed shaking his hand from the pain. "Son of a Bitch! What the hell did I hit?"

Zim finally notice what he hit and it wasn't a pole. It was a strange girl with fairly red curly up to her shoulders with light brown eyes. She was wearing a black coat, a long black skirt with brown boots. Scattered around her were a bunch of flyers and a big ol' stapler next to her. Zim looked at the unbalanced girl as she held her forehead from the pain of the collision.

"Are you okay?" Zim asked.

"Yeah, I'll live. I don't think the fliers will though." She said pointing to the curb.

Zim saw that most of the fliers flew into the slushy water puddle by the curb.

The girl gathered the remaining fliers off the sidewalk as Zim helped. Zim then flipped over the flier to see what it says.

"UFO CONVENTION IN THE PARK JAN.27"

Zim scorned at the flier and handed it to her.

"Yeah, it's where a bunch of geeky believers come and talk about their 'encounters'. My mom makes me pass out these flyers and calls it bonding. This is the only time of the year I get to see her and she is making me pass out fliers!"

"That sucks." Zim says astonish as he picked up Dib's tool box.

"Well you got rid of half of them. This makes my job easier. Thanks!"

The girl smiled. Then she stood up with the fliers in one hand and the stapler in the other. Zim noticed how short she was barely reaching his shoulders' height. After a long awkward silence, the girl introduced herself.

"Hi. I'm Mary." She said.

"You mean like Mary had a little shplooshore, named it Kyle and fed it locust."

"No." Mary said stumped by his mother goose history.

"And my name is not important to you because I will never see you again. Tat-tat"! Zim said running off leaving Mary behind as he got back to his dilemma.