Author's Note: I figured I should probably get working on this the general idea behind this fic being to finish it before Christmas. I decided to post what I had and go from there so this will be short. Anyway, sorry for the delay. I also apologize if Vitch doesn't seem mean enough; I don't have much experience with bullies in the physical sense (I come from a school where accidentally touching someone of clenching your fist can get you suspended, sadly I'm not exaggerating).

Disclaimer: I don't own Invader Zim.

"…and that's why Rudolf the red-nosed reindeer is actually a product of nuclear experimentation gone horribly, horribly wrong," concluded Ms. Bitters glaring at her students. Zim's pencil snapped the only sound in the room. Why was time passing so incredibly slowly? He had to get home, finish his Santa research, reinforce his house's defenses and then plan revenge on that disgusting Vitch thing.

Hissing to himself Zim turned his head just enough to get a good view of the disgusting human. Fortunately Vitch had moved to seat himself behind the Dib-human, apparently he was systematically torturing every kid in the first row. The disgusting creature was hardly even worth his efforts for revenge; he certainly wasn't on the same level as Dib. It was pathetic really. Zim grinned maliciously and turned back to face the front of the room.

"Now class," Ms. Bitters was saying. "Thanks to that group of slithering, spineless, sub-humans we call the PTA the 5th grade will be putting on a performance of the 'Christmas Carol' the last day of skool before vacation. You've all been assigned parts, memorize them or suffer." Ms. Bitters prowled between the rows of desks handing out papers. Zim glanced at the paper, which was apparently a script and started to skim over it.

"Any questions?" asked Ms. Bitters. Zim raised his hand. "ZIM?"

"Does this Scrooge person have any plans for global domination?"

"Not really. Any other questions?" Dib raised his hand. "Yes?"

"How'd I get the part of Tiny Tim?"

"You're the only person pathetic enough."

"Well what about that kid with the-"

"No!" Dib hmmphed and crossed his arms. "We also have one more meaningless tradition we must carry on, Secret Stockings. You will each be given a stocking and a name, fill the stocking of whoever's name you get with cheap, worthless, crap and we'll open them the day before vacation." With that Ms. Bitters started through the aisles of desks again but this time with a bowl full of names. Dib took a name: Zita, well that was easy enough. Vitch got Zim, he found this rather amusing. Zim got to pick last and there was only one name left, Dib.

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AN: Well there you go, probably the shortest thing I've ever posted. On the up side I plan to have the next chapter out by 6 p.m. today. Suggestions are always appreciated.