(I will now reply to the only person who reviewed! Why do you hate me so? I know you're reading! Damn you all! Ahem…anyway…andalitebandit-6, yes, ok, fine. Yes it does…I just can't tell you how to get to that conclusion, at one point, I know your going to stop reading this because of what I do, just keep reading, please! Trust me, all will be told in junior year, but things will start to get very interesting over their freshman summer before they all become sophomores…trust me! If I told you what was going to happen, that would spoil the surprise…)

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It had been a week and it was Friday once more. Zim had passed off all his music and was now running back to his house. It was a cool autumn afternoon and Zim cursed at himself for not having a jacket. He walked into his base and slammed the door behind him. He then looked up to see two people sitting on his couch.

"Gir! What have I told you about letting humans into our home?" he shouted. Gir fell through the ceiling and looked up at Zim from the floor, dust and wood splinters covering his green dog suit.

"I dunno…" said gir, dusting himself off, then he hopped into one of the strangers' laps. The stranger smiled and started to scratch gir behind the ears.

The stranger with gir in his lap was slender, he had short red hair, wore a tee shirt and baggy pants that covered his shoes. His red eyes seemed familiar, but Zim knew no adult humans except his teachers.

The other was also slender, with short, spiked purple hair, tee shirt, and more skin tight pants, and deep purple eyes. He also seemed familiar, but again, he knew not of him. But they both shared a common attribute…green skin…It finally dawned on Zim who they were.

"My…My Tallest?" questioned Zim.

The strangers smiled.

"Yes, but here, we're just normal earthenoids…" said (Red)

"But why? How?" stammered Zim.

"Well, how is just a silly questioned," giggled (Purple), "As to why…according to the schedule you sent us, you have a…competition…tomorrow. We wanted to see it first hand." He said coolly.

"Yes, we wanted to know what this music thing has done to change you." said Red.

Zim stood there, mouth agape. The Tallest had come all that way just to see him perform tomorrow. What brought this on? "I am honored, my Tallest…" said Zim as he bowed respectively to his leaders.

"But we'll have to get alibi's, and learn more things about earth, if we are to survive tomorrow…" said Red.

"Well, it's supposed to be nice and sunny, and then get cool in the evening…so you don't have to worry about rain, but it might be safe for you to bathe in paste, just in case…" And so Zim went down the list of things his leaders needed to know for the next day.

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Zim arrived at the skool with his 'guardians' at 10:00AM sharp. Only a few of the drummers were there…and poor Katie…poor, poor Katie, her waked father was there being an ass hole.

Zim saw this and out of 'the kindness of his heart' was able to drag her away from her problem…the Tallest weren't so lucky…

"Yo! Dawgs! Who is you, my homeboys!" said Katie's dad. (We shall now refer to him as the lunatic, or Mr. Lee…) His redskins cap was dumbly pulled to the side and he had baggy pants, baddy muscle tee (That exposed his tattoos), a gold necklace, skull ring, and a ruby stud in his ear. "Word up, dawgs!"

"Excuse me?" said Purple, not understanding a thing Mr. Lee had said.

"Who is you, my green skinned brotha's? I be Big Bob Stud! Jim's daddy!" said the lunatic.

"Um…I'm Re…" Red paused and decided to use the name Zim had suggested to him. "I'm Rob, but you can call me Red, and this is…Patrick, but you can call him Purple…"

"Word…" said BBS.

"Eh…who is Jim?" asked Purple.

"Larry…" said BBS.

"Uh…" said Purple.

"Katie…" said BBS, "Those are just some nick-names…don't call her that, though, she'll get really mad at me…Are you chaperoning?"

"Yes?" said Red.

"Good, could you watch over Kate, I have to go." and he left without a reply. Red and Purple just looked at each other.

But, at the other side of the band room, the rest of the drummers had arrived and were standing in a group, and just stared at the Tallest.

"Who are they? More aliens?" asked Kat.

"Dib just shrugged, "Guess so…I think those might be his leaders…"

"Seriously?" said Zak. He was sounded shocked…or was he… "Why don't we just take care of them while we have the chance?"

"Federal issues…" said Kat, "Trust me, I watch shows like that…"

"Alright people!" said Mr. Burk, coming into the room, "Get ready to go! Put on your uniforms! We're leaving in ½ and hour!"

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Well, the band got 2nd place and they were all very happy about it. They had also received high drum majors in their class. Everyone got back to the skool and put everything away. The rest of the drummers scowling all the while Zim was around. Red, Purple, and Zim then walked home together.

"Zim! That was amazing!" said Red, marveling at the competition, "I've never seen anything like it! I never knew anything like this existed!"

"And you looked so cute in those uniforms! We must know how you do it!" said Purple, "It might be fun to play one of those small, shiny, yellow ones! You, know, the ones that seem to stick out the most when played!"

"That's why I had to play with the drumline…" said Zim. He wiggled his fingers, mimicking a trumpet's valves. "We only have 2 forefingers. You need 3 to play trumpet…I wanted to play it to…" when Zim said this, the Tallest's faces fell at this small realization.

"That's too bad…" sighed Red, "That would have been really cool…" Purple nodded in agreement.

Zim was saddened by the way the Tallest reacted and then thought of something. "Well, I'm sure it can still be played, but you'd have to cut certain notes. Most of the notes only require one or two valves pushed down, or none at all. So I'm sure there's a way around it…" He was instantly engulfed in a hug.

"You're so knowledgeable, Zim!" said Purple, hugging him.

"Eh…" Zim was unsure of why the Tallest were acting so oddly. "But there's a problem of the reed instruments…those have many keys…" he said sadly. But the Tallest didn't seem bothered by it.

"Then we can create an all…brass…band…with drums!" said Purple cheerfully.

Red nodded. "We need to learn how to teach our armies how to play."

"Eh…kollage?" asked Zim. The Tallest looked at him with curious expressions. "Eh…there is something called kollage here on earth. It teaches a job or something like that…But there are courses that teach you how to teach…"

They got back to the crooked, green, florescent house and entered. They talked long into the night about band and music and various such things.

As they did, however, another group was plotting…

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(End chapter 10…And for once I have almost absolutely nothing to say, besides the fact that 'Big Bob Stud' aka, my extremely waked out father, is just as white as they come…blah…)