A/N: REALLY short, but it was just aggravating having it in my head, so I wrote it out. Here you go.
-Second Period-
Class was a few minutes away from starting, leaving the kids to talk to each other before they had to begin working. Zim entered and looked around the room before his eyes stopped at Derrick and Dib, both with their heads down for different reasons. He marched right up behind them before making his presence known.
"Awake and tell Zim what he demands to know!" Zim snapped. Dib raised his head and looked at Zim, his lack of sleep evident in his glare.
"What do you want now Zim?" Dib barked.
"I was not talking to you," Zim said before turning to Derrick, who had been twitching and mumbling in his seat. "Derrick! Answer Zim!" Derrick's only response was to mumble and fidget in his seat.
"Chunkypeanutapplecorndogs!" Derrick whispered as he messed with his hair.
"Dude, you okay?" one of the kids asked.
"I heard that he was like this during first period." one of the girls said. "He's all hopped up on sugar."
"Alright everyone," the teacher interrupted. "It's time for class, so please pay attention to the board. Zim, return to your seat."
"Grr. Yes sir!" Zim growled before sitting in his own seat while the teacher wrote -POP QUIZ- on the board, making the kids groan. The teacher handed out the quizzes before returning to his desk and turning the dial on an egg timer.
"Alright everyone! Begin!" said the teacher. Everyone was now working on their paper in quiet, with an occasional grunt from Derrick. After about five minutes of hearing him make noises, the teacher stood up and walked over to Derrick, who was trembling and gibbering on about toothpaste. "Young man. Is there something wrong?" he asked. Derrick slowly looked up at the teacher, his eyes wide and bloodshot.
"I'm...fine!" Derrick answered, a huge grin on his face. The teacher raised an eyebrow before clearing his throat.
"Well then, care to follow everyone's example and do your quiz?" the teacher asked.
"You mean this thing?" Derrick asked, holding up his quiz sheet. "Done!"
"Done?" the teacher said in confusion before looking over his quiz, only to be shocked that it was both done and correct. "That's amazing!"
"Not really! I can do this stuff in my sleep!" Derrick said before belching and slamming his head against the desk.
"Dude, you're crazy!" one of the other kids stated.
"YES! I! AM!" Derrick yelled before standing up. "How do you think anything gets done? How do you think people invent, discover, or learn?!"
"Please sit down." the teacher said as Derrick walked around and ranted on.
"It's because they do something CRAZY!" Dim yelled. "Crazy people do amazing things because they don't listen to that little voice in them that says 'This is a bad idea!' I NEVER LISTENED TO THAT VOICE SINCE THE DAY I WAS BORN! HAHAHAHA!" He then jumped onto this desk and threw his arms out wide. "AND I IMPLORE YOU ALL TO STOP LISTENING TO THE VOICES THAT TELL YOU THAT YOU CAN'T DO SOMETHING! YOU WANNA DO SOMETHING?! DO IT! LIKE THIS!" And to everyone's shock and awe, he ran and jumped out the window and began running around in circles flapping his arms. "I'M A LEMUR! FEED ME! RIBBIT RIBBIT!" The other kids shock soon turned into the laughter while the teacher yelled for him to get back inside. The only ones who weren't yelling or laughing were Dib and Zim.
'Holy cow! This guy's lost his freaking mind!' Dib thought.
'This deranged human is the reason I was nearly killed?' Zim thought.
"Enough!" yelled the teacher. "Derrick! Dim! Whoever you call yourself! Get back in this classroom and stop acting like this!"
"SUCK IT! YOU AIN'T MY MOM!" Derrick laughed, making a few jaws drop.
"THAT'S IT!" the teacher roared. "I WILL NOT TOLERATE BEING SPOKEN TO IN SUCH A MANNER! I'M GOING TO PERSONALLY SEE TO IT THAT YOU'RE EXPELLED!" That seemed to get Derrick's attention, for he stopped what he was doing and stared at the teacher.
"Is that a fact?" Derrick asked before he jumped through another window and stood in front of the teacher.
"That's right!" the teacher yelled.
"Well, I bet I can change your mind!" Derrick grinned before putting his left hand on the teacher's forehead and shut his eyes. "Hmmm!" he grunted, as if thinking hard. "You will not expel me!"
"Silly Dirt-Monkey!" Zim chuckled.
"I will not expel you." the teacher droned, surprising the children.
"You're going to take a nap until lunch, and give everyone here an A on their quizzes!" Derrick commanded.
"I'm going to take a nap until lunch, and give everyone here an A on their quizzes." the teacher repeated.
"Whoa! Is he hynotizing him?" one of the kids asked.
"Good. Now, play a tune with your armpits!" Derrick said with a grin. The teacher said nothing before he moved his arms and began to play music with his armpits, making the kids burst into laughter. Derrick's grin widened before he removed his hand, a mesh of metallic wiring sliding off his palm and back into his sweat band. "I'M OUT!" he yelled before running out the door. The children only cheered at Derrick's accomplishments, leaving a confused a bewildered Zim and Dib to wonder what just happened.