Zim awoke groggily, but somehow, he felt different. As he struggled to get up his electronic companion cheered, "Master! You're awake! I'm gonna watch the Scary Monkey Show!"

The tiny Irken moaned and concluded his attempts by standing, "What time is it GIR?" The robot giggled, "It's—! Wait..... I dunno?"

Zim sighed and made his way to the closest clock, which flashed 7:04am. "It's seven? I'll be late for Skool! I haven't even get my disguise on yet!"

Don't worry Zim, I've already taken care of that, go look in the mirror and give your opinion.

"What? Who are you? Where are you?" GIR gave Zim a strange look, but dismissed his strange behavior, "Master, don't you r'member? I'm GIR, and where at our home base on Earth. 'Member Master?"

Don't talk aloud! We can talk mentally to each other. This Metrophillia, remember we had a deal?

"But—"

Shush! Just think it! If you go around talking to me aloud people would think you've gone insane. That will ruin your mission.

'Alright! Alright! How'd you get in my head anyway?'

I'm not in your head, I'm—

'Yes, you are. You're in my head. Admit it! You can't outsmart an Irken fool!'

You know you just insulted yourself?

'No I didn't!'

Yes you did! You just said that I 'can't outsmart and Irken fool', if you wanted to say I was the fool, you should've phrased it "You can't outsmart an Irken, fool!"

'What's the difference?'

You left out a comma.

'Now you're avoiding my question, how'd you get in my head?!'

I'M NOT IN YOUR HEAD! One of the things we have to work on is your listening problem.

'But I don't have a—'

SILENCE! Now listen carefully, Zim.

'But—' He mentally fumed, 'Fine! Go on.'

Last night I converted my form so I could stimulate your growing process, I've updated your disguise so no other humans as smart as the Dib will work out who you really are. Now all we need to complete the upgrade is to find a way to deepen you voice so you sound more mature.

'I have the equipment to do that.'

Also, you're not going to school today Zim. To get the chance to rule, you must become popular, and to be popular you have to look and act like a normal human, and to look human, you must have human clothes.

'What? I, one of the mighty Irken elite in HUMAN CLOTHES? Never!'

As an Irken elite don't you have rules about this thing?

'Yes.'

Recite the Irken Invaders' Code #1045.

'All invaders must conceal their true identity by acting and appearing the way the normal specimen of their planet would.'

Oh Zim, I think your laws are with my decision.

'Fine, just because I have to blend in though.' As this whole conversation was taking place, Zim was slowly rummaging the base for a mirror. With his latest statement, he found one, and almost dropped it when he saw himself.

"Whoa—"

Zim....

'I mean, whoa. That's me? That's really me?

Yes, Zim, it's you.

'I look like a human! And I've grown. I look a little over five feet tall! How is that possible?!'

I have my ways. Now, you said that you already have equipment to make you sound, well, older?

'Yes, yes I do.'

Zim wasn't in class today, and Dib was wisely suspicious. But, before he could go spy on the little alien, and hopefully learn of his plan, he needed to go to the mall to pick up the alien capture equipment that he order through the paranormal studies store.

He wasn't paying attention to where he was going, when—BAM! He walked straight into somebody. "Sorry! I should've been looking at where I was—"

He cut his sentence off as he saw the face of the victim. He looked like the human twin of Zim in his disguise! If it hadn't been due to the fact that he didn't have the 'skin condition' and was taller than Zim, he would've accused the boy of being the Irken!

"What are you looking at D—?" He even sounded like Zim! Well, his voice was a little deeper and wasn't as scratchy as the invader's was. Other than that, the resemblance was remarkable! But what was the stranger about to say? It almost sounded as if he was going to call him by his name! "Sorry! Uh—I've got to go!"

Quickly he hurried around the corner, peering discreetly back around at the stranger, who quickly left without looking back.