Zim was watching Dib as he sat on the other side of the class, taking avid notes. He wasn't scrawling down Ms. Bitter's current lecture, but rather he had been documenting Zim's actions that day. Dib kept a multitude of logs and folders on paranormal activity, but the majority of his work was dedicated to studying Zim. There was no way he was going to let the intruder destroy his home planet, so every detail he noticed was vital.
"Annoying little worm," Zim thought to himself, ignoring the droning of Ms. Bitter's rant on global warming. "Never leaving me alone to enslave the filthy beasts on this horrible rock. It's not as though he can stop me anyway. All he does is stall my progress, but I will get him! Oh how I'll get him! He'll regret he ever wasted time trying to foil my plans of inevitable doom!"
Much to the class's relief, the dismissal bell had rung. Kids started pouring out of the school for the weekend. Some followed friends home while others joined each other on the school lawn. Dib, however, followed Zim. The strange yet unsuspected green kid made his way home alone, or so he thought, with images of Earthly conquest floating around in his mind. How would he next attempt to gain total control over the world? What would be difficult for the Dib creature to interfere? What was the humans' greatest weakness? He hated to admit it, but Zim could still not determine what it was that made humans tick. He could not understand how they had been able to overcome all his previous attacks.
As Zim walked home, he was greeted by a hyperactive android, horribly disguised as what was intended to be a dog. "Howdy!" Gir greeted as Zim walked in the door.
"Not now, Gir," Zim ordered, refusing the tuna sandwich the robot had extended to him. "We have to prepare our next attack on the humans. What's the humans' greatest weakness?"
"Tacos!" Gir shouted uncontrollably. "Tacos, tacos, tacos, tacos, tacos … and BEANS!"
"No, I believe that's your greatest weakness, Gir. I'm thinking something along the lines of melting the polar ice caps and, uhhh… drowning everyone… or something. I am ZIM!" And with those words, Zim headed outside to fetch the materials necessary to build a device powerful enough to melt the artic icebergs. In the bushes, Dib had been waiting for the instant Zim left his base.
"I know you're up to something! What is it? Huh? Huh? HUH? What's your next plan, Zim? Gonna turn us all into giant floating bunnies, or do you plan to fry our organs in bacon fat?" Dib continued to yell and point accusingly at Zim for quite some time before Zim finally became sickened by the excessive ranting.
"You expect me to tell you Zim's amazing plan! Be gone with you! You shall all find out soon enough when I strip you and everyone else of all hope and freedom. It won't belong before you are all slaves to the Irken machine!" Upon finishing his threat, Zim dashed off to the nearest junk yard to forge for scrap parts, intrigued with the idea of giant floating bunnies.
Dib headed home, wondering how he'd ever discover Zim's latest strategy for world domination. When he first opened the door he noticed Gaz sitting on the couch playing her Game Slave, as usual. "Where have you been, moron? Dad says he's not going to be home tonight, so why don't you order up a pizza?" There was a slight pause as Dib stood lost in his own thoughts, silence filling the room. He came to when he heard his sister's voice again. "Well? Don't just stand there, stupid! It's getting late and I'm hungry! Besides, I'm too busy defeating the zombie boss on level 16 to order it myself."
Dib resented his sister's constant insults. She was hardly ever tolerant of him, even when he was just standing around minding his own business. "You can catch more flies with honey than you can with vinegar," Dib retorted as to quote an old cliché. Then he paused and thought to himself, repeating barley audibly, "You can catch more flies with honey."