I just wanted to thank the people who've left a review and the people who are following this story. ;3 It means a lot! I honestly didn't think that people would find out about this story until a while later, but the fact that people found out about it the day I posted it up really means a lot to me! Anyway, sorry that this chapter is late, I wanted to post it on Thanksgiving morning but I was busy with other stuff and I didn't finish it. But here it is:

Zim is at his house, laying on the couch, bored out his mind. Gir jumps up, plopping on the couch next to Zim.

"Whatcha doin'?" Gir asks, poking Zim's face.

"I WANT to do SOMETHING!" Zim stares at the ceiling. "But what...?" Zim flops down, landing his face on the cushion. He screams loudly into it, the sound extremely muffled.

'Awh, poor Zim.' Gir thought to himself. He started to pet Zim's head. "Don't worry Zim! Something epic will happen in your future, I guarantee it!" Gir said, in the cutest voice ever.

"Why are you petting my head, Gir?"

Suddenly, the doorbell went off. Zim zipped his head up in surprise. He cautiously peeked out his window, only to see a big headed boy with large glasses on. It was Dib!

"Dib! What?" Zim trudged to the door, opening it with a THUD! "Why are you here?" Zim asks, questioning Dib.

"Oh hi Zim." Dib smiles creepily. "HAPPY THANKSGIVING!" He shouts. Dib holds a confetti machine, he pulls a string, and confetti flies on Zim's deadpan expressionless face.

"Thanksgiving?" Zim asks, raising an eyebrow, not even reacting to the confetti.

"Yeah! Everyone likes Thanksgiving!" Dib explains. "Football, food, fun-and another word that begins with an 'F' but shall not be named because this FanFict is rated K+- IT'S ALL ON THANKSGIVING!" Dib poses, confetti flies behind him, and he is holding the biggest smile on his face.

Zim doesn't react. "What is the catch... DIBWORM."

"Catch... wha-what do you mean? Hehe... uh, there is none." Dib leans back and forth on his feet, awkwardly.

"There always is..."

"OK OK!" Dib sighs. "Because you care OH SO MIGHTILY MUCH-"

"I don't..."

"I'll tell you the catch, ZIMWORM." He takes a piece of paper out of his trench-coat pocket, which appears to be an invitation. "My father is hosting a big Thanksgiving Day feast, and he wants TONS of people to come, but since everyone is an lazy stereotypical American now-a-days, no one WANTS to go! And... well, my father gets depressed every Thanksgiving. During Thanksgiving you SHOULDN'T be depressed. It's a great holiday. Anyway..." Dib sighs.

"I wanted you to go to the feast..." Dib finishes.

Zim jumps back in disgust. "UGH! Go somewhere? With you? And your gross family? Thanks, but I have IMPORTANT TAKING OVER THE WORLD KIND OF STUFF TO DO!" Zim starts to close the door, but Dib sticks his foot in it last minute.

"WAIT-" Dib starts. "I-I'm not doing this because I like you. I'm doing this because I want my dad to be happy. Soooo... as much as I hate to ask... again..." Dib closes his eyes. "I REALLY REALLY NEED YOU ZIM."

"Need me?" Zim laughs. "Oh please, that sounds like a really gross romantic based FanFict-about a man wanting to do a word that begins with an 'F' to a girl and shall not be named because this FanFict is rated K+- and quite frankly, I'm SURE you can find someone else to join your pity-party. Like what about that Keef kid? Don't you like him?"

"Keef? We hardly talk!"

"Oh. That's too bad."

Zim starts to close the door again, but Dib sticks his foot in front of it again.

"Oh please Zim! I'm only asking you to do this one simple thing for me! I promise I'll never ask anything of you again. Please?"

Zim stares at Dib for a while more, then sighs. "Ugh. Fine. It's not like I have much going on on this boring day anyway."

"Yes!" Dib jumps in the air, pumping his fist up. "Just get dressed up in a nice suit or something." Dib starts to leave, but then turns back. "OH! Also, could you bring Gir?"

"Yeah, sure."

"Alright, BYE!" Dib hops away, clearly full of excitement.

Zim slams the door shut, locking it just in case Dib comes back. "Gir, get into your dog suit, we have to go to the store to buy what Dib mentions is a 'nice suit'... whatever that is..."

Gir zips up his dog-suit as Zim slowly puts on his fake contacts. And then they head out, off to get ready for Dib's Thanksgiving feast.

AN HOUR OR SO LATER- AT DIB'S HOUSE

Dib is wearing a nice shirt with clean blue jeans. He stares down at his watch, getting impatient. Where's Zim? I thought he'd be here by now.

Gaz, Dib's sister, is sitting beside Dib. She is wearing a pretty black dress with her usual skull necklace. Her hair is all curly, and is parted differently. You can tell she isn't very comfortable wearing a dress, as she twitches and continuously scratches herself.

"Ugh! This dress is so itchy!" She complains, getting upset. Then she turns to Dib. "Didn't you say you invited someone over here? Where are they, it's getting late."

"Don't worry about it." Dib grits his teeth, despite the fact he's worrying just as much as she is.

Doctor Membrane walks out of the kitchen with a delicious turkey in his hands. He sets it on the table. "Oooh! I'm so excited to have someone actually come over for Thanksgiving. For once!"

"Daaad... why DID we have to invite someone? It's bad enough having Mr. Dork sitting next to me." Gaz spat, glaring over at Dib.

"Nonsense, Gaz, I'm sure whomever it is will be a very nice person."

Gaz glares over at Dib. "Who did you get exactly?"

Dib started getting anxious, he kept staring at his watch, unable to blink. "He should be here any minute now!"

Suddenly, the doorbell rang, Dib jumps up with nervousness, and Doctor Membrane skips over to the door. He opens the door and exclaims, "She's here!"

"Oh, that's good...- SHE?!" Dib leans so far off the chair, it looks like he's about to fall.

Zim walks up to the table, wearing a silky red dress with red high-heels. He has red lipstick slaughtered all over his face and his smoky eye-shadow was spread un-evenly on each eye. His dress was very sparkly, almost blinding. He was also wearing a long, wavy blonde wig, with random brunette colored streaks. Next to him, Gir was in his usual dog-suit. Gir stands next to Zim, and starts touching his dress. Zim kicks him aside.

"But it's sooo sparkly!" Gir says, sad that Zim kicked him back.

Gaz immediately recognized Gir's voice, her mouth flew open in surprise, and then it slowly developed into a mischievous smile. She started giggling like crazy, tears forming in her eyes.

Dib's mouth was wide open in shock.

"Honey, close your mouth or else you'll catch flies." Zim says in the most high-pitched voice. He sashays over to his seat, standing by his chair, waiting for Gir to pull it out for him. Gir does so, and Zim sits down. All the while Gaz is holding her mouth, trying hard to hide her snickers, but it was clear she found it hilarious because tears were falling off her cheek.

Doctor Membrane sat down next to Zim and handed him some cranberry sauce. Zim takes the cranberry sauce, examining it.

"Soooo" Doctor Membrane started. "What is your name?" He asks, looking at Zim.

"My name?" Zim glances over at Gir. "Yes... my name..." He stands up on the chair, "My name is Zam The Best! You all WILL refer to me as Zam The Best!"

Gir jumps up in enthusiasm "OOH OOH WHAT'S MY NAME? WHAT'S MINE?"

Zim glares down at him, still standing on the chair. "And that's my pet... Prince Tu-Tu, but I like to refer to him as the Mentally Challenged. You can just call him Gir."

Gir laughs with glee. "Oh my gosshhh! Zam just said my name!"

Zim stares at Gir with a blank look and then flops back down of the chair.

"So.. Zam..." Gaz mocks, "Are you and Dib DATING?"

"What?" Dib glares at Gaz.

"What? You're the one telling me I'm not social enough." Gaz responds, pretending to be polite.

"Me and Dib? Ha! Never! We have been good... acquaintances for some time now..." Zim responds.

"Well its good to knowing Dib is finally getting along with someone. You see... Dib doesn't make a lot of friends in class." Doctor Membrane rambles.

"Oh trust me, I know that already." Zim says.

"Zim!" Dib shouts.

"Zim? Oh, why I've never heard of such a name." Zim looks around.

Dib sighs. "Zam..."

"You will refer to me as 'Zam, The Best'."

Gaz bursts out laughing.

"Why Gaz, how rude, Zam is a friend of ours. We should treat her the way she wants to be treated."

Doctor Membrane starts to cut the turkey, he hands Gaz a turkey leg and then gives the next one to Zim. Zim stares at it with disgust. He slides his plate away from him. "I've seem to lost my appetite all of a sudden..." Zim states.

Gir tugs on Zim's dress. "OH OH! May I have the yummy yummy turkey leg PLEEEEASE!" He screeches.

"Yeah, sure." Zim throws the leg down at Gir, Gir snatches and gnaws at it hungrily.

"Hey Zam." Gaz laughs. "Dib talks about you a lot, he says he has a crush on you!"

Dib turns pink. "What are you talking about?"

Gaz laughs. "Don't deny it, you and your big head has a thing for Mrs. FancyPants here." Gaz continues to snicker.

"That's enough kids... just because Dib has a crush on Zam doesn't mean you must openly admit it in front of her."

"Dad! But I don't!" Dib argues.

"It's ok son. There's nothing to be embarrassed about."

Dib grunts, both angry and bewildered. He stands up. "I need to talk to Zam and Prince Tu-Tu alone."

"Ohhhh do you now?" Gaz continues to mock.

Zim looks away, his arms crossed. "That's not my name."

"What but I thought...-"

"Until you refer to me to what you must, I shall not follow you."

Dib rolled his eyes, quite irritated. "Ok.. FINE. Zam The Best, please bring Prince Tu-Tu with you, I really need to talk to you."

Zim glanced over at Dib, wondering if he should follow him or not. "OOooookay... follow me Gir." Zim got off he seat and walked with Dib, Gir slowly behind their heels.

They entered Dib's bedroom, Dib closed the door while Zim pulls off his wig, Zim says, "Hey Dib, look it's me! Your family isn't very bright, I mean, your father was VEEEEERY gullible. Hehe!"

Dib rubbed his temples. "Yes Zim, I KNEW it was you."

"Oh really?" Zim asked, pausing. "Well the rest of your family are idiots."

"Gaz knew it was you too! That's why she was laughing so much!"

Zim paused, yet again. "I thought she was laughing at you. You're really easy to laugh at you know." Zim started giggling.

Dib grunted. "By 'a nice suit' I didn't mean for you to dress up in a dress!"

"This is a dress?" Zim gestured to his pink sparkly dress.

"YES!"

"Well, it's not MY fault DIBWORM! When you invited me to your little party, I decided to go shopping for something nice, regal and sparkly. So when I made it to the mall, some creepy-looking human girl smiled at me and told me that this was the perfect outfit. I was running out of time, so I just decided to buy it." Zim went on a long rant. "Would you have liked it if I were later?"

"Zim, I think you should go home." Dib responds, tired.

"You want me to leave?" Zim fakes a sad expression. He holds his head back, with his hand over it dramatically. "You want me to leave you with your poor father depressed like he is every year because no one stays with him and his family for Thanksgiving dinner? You were the one to tell me that Thanksgiving is all about happiness and fun and thanking and all that cheesy stuff you Earthlings enjoy for some reason."

Gir looked up at Dib. "I wanted to eat more of that turkey leg." He said, actually sad.

Dib didn't know what to think, but he knew he couldn't let them leave. His father would be extremely devastated and there really was no point in letting Zim go. They were halfway done with dinner, he might as well finish it up and then force Zim to get out of his house.

"Alright, you can stay." Dib sighed, he held up his hands in defeat. "But then you have to leave, like go immediately. And never bring up this 'Zam' girl again."

Gir jumped up. "Yaaaaay! More food!" He screeched happily.

And so Dib, Zam, and Prince Tu-Tu went back to the table, to finish up their food. Although it was difficult, Dib ignored his sister's attempts at annoying him. Zim constantly talked about him TAKING OVER THE WORLD and Gir was hungrily munching at all the food, till the point there was nothing left to eat. It was getting late, and once Gir ate the last of the pumpkin pie, everyone was tired.

Doctor Membrane started developing tears in his eyes. "Well..." He muttered, his throat clogging up. He wiped a tear away with his gloves. "I'm very happy you came over to eat with us, Zam." He shook Zim's hand with earnest. Zim was starting to lose circulation to his hand. Dib could tell, so he turned over to his father and said,

"Um... dad, I think it's time Zam left now."

"Oh, yes, of course." Doctor Membrane let go of Zim's hand, trying desperately not to cry tears of joy. "Well, goodbye."

Zim attached a leash to Gir's collar. "Awwwh... we're leaving this soon?" Gir asked.

Zim and Gir jumped down the stairs to Dib's house, and started heading home. Doctor Membrane ran over to the edge of their stoop, waving his hand wildly he shouted, "Bye Zam, can't wait to see you again next year."

Dib, overhearing this, his eyes widen. He quickly slide across the room to stand next to his father. "Or maybe not, I mean, we never know is these circumstances. Bye, bye, bye, bye!" Dib caught his father's hand, slowly pulling him inside the house, and then they shut the door.

Thanksgiving isn't too much of a terrible human holiday. Zim thought to himself, as he gradually made it home, walking through the crispy cold weather.