A/N: This chapter is sort of a silly chapter. Its only purpose is to be stupid and humorous. Not much happens. Next one will be better.

Long-Forgotten Disclaimer: I own neither Invader Zim nor JtHM. That's right. I managed to steal two of Jhonen's creation's at the same time. Truly I am great.

The four of them arrived at the base early in the morning, at around 3:00 AM, in human

time of course. Squee gaped at the misshaped, glowing house as the Cruiser approached

it, and finally took its place inside of the pointy pink roof. Zim guided them out of the

Voot chamber and into the living room.

"Hey!" Gir screamed, running around the room, pointing at various objects. "That's da

TV! And there's da couch! And the ceilings up there, but master says not to play on

there!"

Squee fearfully stared at the giant monkey portrait above the couch. What did that

monkey want? Nny scanned the room, with a look of slight distaste.

"It's kind of…gaudy…" He pondered, stroking his chin. Zim ignored both this remark

and Gir's craziness.

"The kid can sleep on the couch," Zim snapped. He glared at Johnny. "you can sleep in

the fireplace."

"But we don't have a fireplace," Gir whined, rolling around on the couch.

Zim let out an inaudible grunt, annoyed at having been corrected. "Then he can sleep

in the…uh…BATHTUB!"

"We don't HAVE a bathtub!"

Johnny gave Zim an annoyed and slightly offended look. "It doesn't matter. I don't

sleep." And at that he plopped down on the couch, turned on the TV, and made himself at

home. Gir shrieked and sat in front the screen. Squee reluctantly joined the viewers,

although he still was disturbed by the monkey. Zim rolled his eyes and went into the

kitchen, into the toilet lab entrance. The four did these things for the rest of the night.

At about 7 AM, Zim departed from his lab and stomped into the living room. "It is time

for SKOOL!" He pointed at Johnny and Squee. "Begin your scholastic preparations, for

you will have to join me in this regular exercise of normality."

"What?" Johnny shot up from the couch. "I'm not going."

"You have to," Zim replied, adjusting the black wig he wore to Skool each day. "I'm not

leaving you alone in my SECRET BASE! You'll steal my plans and clog my toilets."

"Damn!" Johnny growled at Zim. "I'm an adult! I've already suffered through public

education. I don't belong in any facility, other than possibly a mental institution."

"You are going! You do not argue with ZIM! ZIM ARGUES WITH YOU!" Zim

screamed, making very little sense. Johnny was taken aback by the alien's outburst.

"Fine, ZIM. I'll go. But I'll probably destroy every student and employee there, whether

it be mentally or physically."

"Okay, ….uh…." Zim struggled, trying to remember if he new the maniac's name.

"Johnny." Johnny hissed.

"Whatever," Zim shoved the matter aside. "We must depart. Follow me Johnny and unidentified Earthy child."

"Todd," Squee said softly.

"Todd?" Zim made a displeased face. "I don't like Todd. Give me another name."

"Call him Squee," Johnny said hurriedly, already halfway out the front door, which

happened to have a men's bathroom sign on it.

"Class," Miss Bitters announced. "We have two more parasites that have latched on to

this public education organism. Hopefully they will be easier to bear with than the last

two new students we've had." Miss Bitters was referring to Tak, an alien that was after

Zim's mission that had disguised herself as a weenie heiress, and of course, Zim.

"Introduce yourselves,"

Squee stood nervously up in front of the class. "Um, I'm Todd…I'm new…to the

school…um…I like to read and…draw…I guess…My best friend is Shmee, but he

doesn't go here…or anywhere…that's it…"

Johnny followed suite. Zim had instructed him to make the rest of the class believe he

was 10 years old, so as to blend in more easily, and Johnny intended to do just that. "My

name is Johnny, but you can call me Nny. I like movies and brainfreezies and stuffed

animals that don't taunt me with their ignorant lies. LIES!" The class stared for a

moment, but then lost interest in Johnny's odd introduction. All lost interest except

for Dib of course, who always noticed when things weren't right. He kept his thoughts to

himself though, for once.

"Thank you both for you miserable performances," Ms. Bitters looked at her seating

chart. "Todd…take the front seat by the windows, next to Dib. Johnny…take the seat by

the door, next to Zim."

Johnny growled and, almost painfully, took his seat. Squee also took his seat, glancing

nervously at Dib.

"Alright children, today we will be writing an essay titled "The Worst Thing about our

Planet". It is due by the end of the day. Talk and I'll sew your lips together. Get started."

Ms. Bitters sat back in her throne after finishing her announcement, and the class worked

on the essays until lunch.

Squee scanned the cafeteria with his gigantic eyeballs, trying to find a place to sit. The

children at this school were just as unfriendly as the children at his old school. And to

make matters worse, The Scary Neighbor Man was walking right towards him.

"Hey Squee," Johnny said cheerfully. Unlike Squee, he didn't carry a tray. Johnny didn't

like the look of the cafeteria waste. "Where ya wanna sit?"

Squee nervously shrugged. He looked around again. He saw Zim sitting in his normal

spot, all alone. Zim was the only person Squee knew, so he walked over and took a seat

and quietly began poking at his food. Johnny made a displeased moaning sound, but

followed Squee, despite his hatred of Zim. Zim glared up at the tall, skinny man.

"You."

Johnny glared back. "Me."

Dib sat across the room in his usual spot. He was about to begin his normal "Giving Zim

Dirty Looks" routine when he noticed Zim had found another "Dirty Look" partner.

"It's that Johnny guy," Dib hissed, jealously. How could Zim just replace him like that?

"Yeah, so?" Gaz growled, attention focused on her Gameslave 2.

"So…" Dib got up and walked over to Zim's table, to see what was going on.

"Hey ZIM." Dib snarled, standing at Zim, Squee, and Johnny's table. "How's IRK? Your

home, NOT EARTH, planet?"

"Fine, whatever, don't care." Zim waved off the remark and continued glaring at Nny.

Offended, Dib turned to Johnny, holding out his hand. "Hi Johnny, I'm Dib, Zim's

enemy."

Johnny looked away from Zim and shook Dib's hand, wearing an eerily cheerful grin.

"Hello. You can can me Nny."

Dib smiled. "What an asshole." He thought.

Not an exciting chapter, sorry. Next one will be better, I promise some Johnny violence. Review and stuff.