(Another random band chapter! Yay for me…Zimmy's in this one! Though not for long….you'll see. andalitebandit-6, yes, American Pie did screw us for the rest of eternity…Ok…um….crabbing is for competitive drumline things…If you go to Vic firth. Com and watch some of the videos, you'll understand…or go to like WGI – Dayton. Com or something it will give you a lot of information. Yeah, the Army band, or any of those professional marching band don't do that, more of a drum corps, high school, Collage, thing…for us, boots are extremely bad….we roll step. Lotsa fun…Damn roll stepping, screw us over pretty well. We have to buy specially designed shoes, it sucks. Moving on, yes, when a freshman come into a tightly nit group of drummers and he's a superstar, they often do give him hell, but there's also a few in the group who defend and protect him. He'll live, trust me. No I is not David…I'm not even a guy…Oo; you'll have to try again….hmmm….But I can help you out a little bit. I've been in the pit for winter line since my freshman year, and played bass two years, pit one year, and probably go back to bass this year for marching band….I think I might skip the whole hat day thing. I don't want to get overly descriptive…too lazy! Ok, I'll stop rambling on and start the next chapter.)

(If you can't really read it all at the top it says 'Mess with one, you mess with all of us')

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"Hello! My name is Joe! I have a wife, two kids and I work! Where do you work? In a button factory! One day, my boss came up to me and said, hey Joe! Are you busy? I said no! So push this button with your left elbow!" Every time the band said 'Hey Joe' they all jumped up and flailed their arms. Kat took one look at the band and her eye twitched.

"Ok, hell no. We're not doing that…" she murmured. The drummers gave a sigh of relief.

"What IS that?" asked Dib.

"Band warm up…It's really stupid…" said Beth, "They do it every day for hell week."

"I see…." said Dib. Each time they cycled through the song, they added a new body part…it really was stupid…

"Ok, lets go people, one mile on the track go!" said Kat, getting a head start. She stopped when she didn't hear any feet. She ran back at the group with an angry glare in her eyes. "Move IT!" (Insert Doppler affect here) she yelled and everyone scattered and started running for their lives. Kat stayed near the back to make sure none of them escaped. But even Kat was under a watchful eye, but it wasn't Mr. Helm, he was too busy yelling and screaming at the band. No, this was a much different eye, and Irken eye, who was too busy studying the band to even notice Dib and the other drummers.

"Stoopid humans and their weird dancing…" spat Zim, taking notes of what the band was doing. "So primitive that they still need their people to make music…" Though it was quite entertaining to see the head human screaming until he was red in the face at all the others and watching them scatter as he walked by. "Hmmm…Interesting." Zim wrote down some notes on that one human with the dirty blonde hair. 'So much power he has over the other humans. They run and cower in fear of him. I must know how he does it…' He studied the Helmanator's behaviors and his actions. He must learn as much as he can about this human before he confronted him.

"WEEYOO! Look at all the little band people!" squealed gir.

"Yes, how horrid they are…" growled Zim.

"But the band geek peoples are funny!" chirped gir.

"Band…Geek?" said Zim, not understanding the meaning.

"Hee hee hee!" giggled gir as he ran off.

"Hmmm…." Zim rubbed his chin, deep in thought. "I'll have to talk to the Dib stink about it…he might know….NO! I will go strait to that other frightful human….he seems to have supreme power. I'll go now, so I can learn more as the week goes on…" said Zim right before he ran off to go get his disguise.

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Zim got to the high skool in no time at all, it was much closer to his house than his elementary skool…Horrid place that it was, he was glad to be past it all. And don't even get him started on junior high….

On another note, the Tallest finally got fed up with Zim and told him everything. Zim was crushed, of course, but then they offered a small glimmer of hope. They said he could live on earth and send them information once every three months. Mostly, they could use it as a vacation planet when they got fed up with ruling the entire Irken empire and well, needed a vacation.

Zim walked over to the field where the band was on (which will now be know as the practice, or more commonly known 'shitty', field.) and saw the human he came all this way to talk to. He was yelling and screaming at the band for some reason or another, just like Zim had left him, plus he was jumping up and down. For some odd reason, this put a smile on Zim's face. He walked right up to the human and waited for him to respond. Nothing. Zim cleared his throat. Still nothing. Zim even went as far as tapping him on the shoulder. Bad idea…

"Can't you see I'm busy here?" he said in an angry tone, "Get out of here, you're getting in the way…Clarinets! SPACING!"

Zim was very offended and stormed off towards the track, where the drumline still happened to be. The line was running the bleachers and there happened to be another human, a female this time, doing exactly what the other human was, yelling a lot. There happened to be two others, another female and a male, but they were mostly repeating everything the first yelled, also adding in their two cents. He walked over and watched the human running the bleachers. He noticed Dib right away, what an eyesore to see around here…

Kat, however, noticed Zim before he could say anything about or to Dib.

"Alright! Ten minuet break! Get some water!" there was a sigh of relief as all the line members (save for Chuck, Beth and Kat) went strait for the cooler…another mob as water and other random drinks seemed to fly everywhere. Kat walked over to Zim, breaking his slight trance. "May I help you?"

Zim jumped back, away from Kat. He then said, in a slightly demanding voice, "Yes, dirt pig, you can. I am…intrigued by this…band thing…"

"Oh, so are you interested in joining or something?" said Kat, examining his green skin, weird hair and funny clothes. "Um…are you sure you're well enough to join, you look sickly…" some of the line members found this humorous and snickered. She spun around and gave them a glare. They stopped and crowded closer to see what was going on.

"Eh? No! I am not here to join your…geek squad!" spat Zim, quite insulted.

Kat raised an eyebrow. "Geek squad? What the hell are you talking about?" said Kat, "You messed up in the head or something?"

Zim was now infuriated with this female. He pointed an accusing finger at her, "You DARE evoke the wrath of ZIM?"

Kat stood her ground and crossed her arms. The drumline started to gather behind her, almost like an army, ready for the cue to attack. If Zim had even noticed, he might have felt intimidated. This giant gang of drummers would scare anybody…

"You! Why are you here, Zim?" said Dib, pushing through the mob.

"You know this punk?" asked Kat, stepping aside to let him though, "Can you make him go away?"

"If only…" said Dib, "Zim, get lost. I don't need you meddling in my life right now…"

"Shut up, Dib stink! I can go where I please!" shouted Zim, just wanting to lash out and kill them all. "Do NOT tell me what to do, I am ZIM!"

Kat stepped in front of Dib, as to protect him. She got right up in Zim's face. (More like she looked down at him. XD)

"Look, punk, I don't appreciate you coming here and insulting my line and my drummers. You have a beef with someone, come to me. 'Cause when you mess with one, you mess with the entire line. So I suggest you take your skinny green punk ass self out of my vision before you're in a world of hurt, ass wipe." said Kat. She put one of her hands behind her back and a bottle of water was placed in her hand. She unscrewed the top behind her back and waited for the dip shit to say something so she could wet him good.

"HOW DARE YOU INSULT ZIM!" he shouted, ready to smack the annoying girl.

"WARNED YOU!" shouted Kat, throwing the water onto the piss ass green kid. He started screaming and writhing in pain and he sizzled and burned. He dropped to the ground and squirmed in convulsing movements. "Ass wipe…" she murmured right before Mr. Helm came running over, knowing screaming coming from the drumline's general direction was never good. He saw Zim twitching on the ground, lying in a puddle of water. He also saw Kat with a really pissed off look on her face, looking down at the site. The line was behind her, they had retreated a bit, scared to death at the sizzling site before them.

"Do I even want to know what's going on here?" he bellowed, not knowing who to direct his anger at, so he directed it at all of them.

"Punk kid insulted the line, then picked a fight with one of the drummers." said Kat, "Then I threw some water on him. How was I supposed to know that would happen?"

Mr. Helm looked at Zim. It was the same kid who was bugging him earlier. "Don't worry about it. He's just a trouble maker. Get out of here, kid…" said Mr. Helm and Zim got up. He looked at Kat one more time, who glared something horrid, murderous even, and he ran for his life, screaming all the way.

"We got it covered, Mr. Helm. You can go back to baby sitting the band." said Chuck. Mr. Helm sighed and went back to the band. "Ok, back to running stairs, go, now!" Everyone sighed and headed back to the bleachers, but Kat stopped Dib.

"Who was that weird kid?" asked Kat.

Dib sighed, "A long story for another time…why did you do that?"

"Like I said, what happens to one person affects the whole line. We stand by each other, be noob or not. You'll understand over time." said Kat, "Log story short, he just pissed me off, going after you. Freshman are like my chicklets."

"Thanks…" said Dib meekly.

"Sure, now go run stairs. Move it!"

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(I now realize I ranted way too much at the beginning…sorry for that. Well, I hope you like this chapter, more band humor, fun stuff. Thank you for my supporters! I love you all, you'll all eventually get a special chapter…..maybe. Just tell me something you want to see of have everyone do, and I'll try to work it in, just because I'm nice like that. So review! So I can create you a chapter!)