Dib slowly walked on the footpath, holding a few books and papers. Zim wasn't in skool again… why? What's going on? What is Zim up to? Dib sighed and he almost tripped over a rock. Why did he have to take Zim's homework to his house? Why not Zita or Poonchy? Dib set the books down and looked at Zim's house. He picked up a pebble and threw it at the footpath near Zim's door. Good, the security didn't go off. Dib picked up the books again and slowly made his way to Zim's door.

Dib knocked on Zim's door and set the books down, waiting for someone to open the door. After a while, Gir opened the door with his new teddy in his hands. Dib looked over Gir and saw a few more teddies and a few games on the floor. What's going on? "Yes, potato man?" Gir shouted, hugging his teddy close. Dib looked back at Gir and shook his head a little. "I came to give Zim his homework…" he muttered, pointing to the books and paper. Gir looked at him and didn't say anything. Dib looked at him back, waiting for answer.

"I give master homework!" Gir shouted and picked up the books, bringing them inside and setting them on the floor. Then walked up to the door and closed it. Dib jumped and stepped back. "Okay?" He muttered and walked up to the window.

Gir picked up the books and went into the kitchen. When he came back, he was empty handed and threw the teddies around, shouting for Zim. Dib raised an eyebrow and walked away, very confused.

The next day was a Friday. Zim still wasn't in skool. Dib was getting annoyed by this, and very confused. After skool that day, Dib walked up to Zim's front door and knocked on it, waiting for Zim to open the door. When Gir opened the door again, Dib was annoyed. "Can I see Zim?" Dib wondered, looking around Gir for any sing of Zim. Gir shook his head and made a noise. "No one see's my son today… He is asleep with his little earth teddy!" Gir whispered in a girl's voice. Dib rolled his eyes.

"Really, where is Zim?" He muttered, taking a step closer, but Gir pushed him away. "I told you, Mary! He asleep! Just like a little puppy, waiting to die with his cookie!" He shouted and crossed his arms, sticking out his tongue. Dib sighed and rested his hands on his hip. "Fine… can I at least get the homework I gave you?" He wondered slightly. Gir nodded and walked away, closing the door behind him. Dib stood there for a while. When Gir came back, he threw the books and papers at him and closed the door again. Dib moaned and picked up all the books and papers.

Dib picked up the last paper and looked at it.

On it was Zim and Gir drawn in red crayon. At the top said, 'ME MaSTER AnD I, GIR! 3'. Dib giggled a little at the words. He set it on the top and walked away, still wondering what's going on here.

When Dib got home, he set the books and everything on his kitchen table, about to go through the books to see what Zim has done. When he opened the first book, he almost laughed. The whole page was full of drawings. You couldn't even see the weighting that was on the book in the first place. Dib went through the pages and he found out that they all had drawings. No answers or anything. Only drawings.

When Dib opened the next book, it was the same. Oh god… Dib knew that Zim's artwork was bad, but not this bad! Zim wasn't acting like Zim at all lately. On the last page of the last book, Dib raised an eyebrow and tried to read the badly written handwriting.

Cures FoR ThiNg:

SuGeR… X

IrKen WateR... X

NormAl EarTh WateR… X

JAM!... X

EveRyThinG Else… X

Dib was totally confused. He looked at the last line and raised both eyebrows.

Ask Dib-FrIend foR HELP! …

Dib closed the book and said nothing for a while. What does he mean? Does he really need help? Why does he need help? Why me? I need to go down there and see what's going on… Dib thought and ran out of his front door, leaving Gaz, who was sitting on the couch, looking up and seeing what's going on. "Idiot…" She muttered and went back to playing her G.S.2.

Dib ran up to Zim's door and knocked on it, waiting for Gir to open the door this time. When Gir opened the door, he smiled and laughed. "Yes?" He muttered, clapping his hands and pulled out a lollypop. Dib walked past him and looked around. Gir gasped and ran after him, grabbing his leg and pulling on it. "Mary, leave now! Master is-!" He started but Dib stopped walking and kicked him off. "What is Zim doing?" He wondered, crossing his arms. Gir smiled and stuck the lollypop in his mouth. "Master is hiding! I need to find him!" He shouted and giggled. Dib looked around, resting his eyes back at Gir. "Why would Zim be hiding?" He wondered, raising his arms a little. Gir giggled once more and clapped his hands. "Because master is-!" He started but something, or someone cut him off.

"Gir! Who are you talking to?"

Gir gasped and ran to the kitchen. Dib followed and looked around, seeing Gir around the table, talking to someone. "Shh! My little master, be-!" Gir whispered. Dib walked closer to them and saw who he was talking to. He covered his mouth and laughed. A little smeet Irken was standing, wearing a red t-shirt and black trousers. He was about Gir's height and he had big, bright red eyes. And guess who it was? Dib fell to the floor and laughed his head off. Gir giggled and started to copy Dib. Zim crossed his arms and walked away from them.

After a while, Dib calmed down and stood up again, still giggled a little. Dib walked into the living room and looked at the couch, where Zim was sitting there. Dib giggled again and walked up to him. "So that's why you haven't been in skool!" He muttered and sat down next to him. Zim looked at him and moved away from him slightly. "What do you want?" He muttered, looking away. His voice was high and sweet. Dib smiled more. "I read what you wrote and I came to help… whatever you wanted help with… but I now know what you need help with." He replied, giggled a little. Zim looked at him again. "You're going to help me?" He wondered. "Why…?"

Dib giggled again. "Because you wanted help… I know you can't do thing by yourself like this!" He giggled again. Zim rolled his eyes. "How many times do you have to giggle?" he wondered, smiling a little. Dib smiled again and patted his head, which made Zim smile more.