"Okay. Let's see what vermin are in class today." said Miss. Bitters. "The Letter M?"
"Here!"
"Spoo?"
"Here!"
"Zim? Zim? All right, where is Zim?"
"He's probably at home, plotting evil plans, to take over the world!" Dib screamed.
"Shut up, Dib! How many times do we have to say it? HE HAS A SKIN CONDITION!" Zita said.
"Be…QUIET!" screamed Miss Bitters. The phone rang. "What is it? No. Nooo. NOOOOOOO! Why? Ugh! Curse you!" Miss Bitters said, and hung up the phone. The phone burst into flames and disappeared. "Class, the skool principal has informed me that we have another horrible little rodent joining this class.
"Yay." Said the class dully. Then, a girl walked in the room.
"Hi. The name's Jamie. I'm new. Is this Miss Bitters's room?" Jamie said
"Yes. Class, this is Jamie. Say hello, class."
"Hi, Jamie." the class said.
"Find a seat, and stay quiet for the rest of the semester. Now, for homework, do pages one hundred nineteen to page one thousand. Any questions?"
"Yes. What about Zim? Is he going to get an F for not knowing about homework? Is he? Is he?" Dib asked.
"Who's Zim?" asked Jamie.
"Oh, he's just a evil alien from a distant planet, trying to destroy ALL HUMAN KIND!" Dib said.
"Don't mind Dib. He's crazy." Mary said.
"And he has a big head!" screamed Smolga from the back of the room.
"Oh, Jamie? Would you go over to Zim's house and give him his homework?" said Miss Bitters.
"Sure." Jamie said. The bell rang. Jamie tore Zim's address out of the phone book and headed over to Zim's house.
Meanwhile, Zim was at his house watching T.V with Gir.
"Hey. I forgot to go to skool today." Zim said.
"YAAAAAAAHOOOOO! ZIM'S PLAYIN' HOOKY! HOOKY HOOKY HOOKY!" Gir screamed.
" Well, let's watch more T.V." Zim said. Then, the doorbell rang. "Activate robot parents." Zim said. The two crazy mangled robot parents came out from the closet and opened the door. It was Jamie.
"Uh, hi. I wanted to…wow, your freaky looking!" Jamie said, looking up at the robot parents.
"Aw, come now! That's no way to talk to your bacon! Kiss and make up!" said the robot dad, grabbing Gir from the couch and pushing the back of his head into Jamie's stomach.
"Ow! Your poking me with an antenna! Hey wait a minute…" Jamie said looking down at Gir. "COOL! A ROBOT!"
"Noooo, dear. That's your spleen. Thiiiiis is a roooobot!" the robot Mom, this time, shoving Zim in Jamie's face, without his disguise.
"COOL! A…A…OH MY GOSH! ZIM REALLY IS AN ALIEN!" Jamie screamed.
"Uh, um…you saw nothing!" Zim said. Zim jumped out of the robot mom's arms, ran into the kitchen, pulled out a huge hunk of salami, and threw it at Jamie's head.
"Ow!" Jamie said. "Quit it! I promise I won't tell anyone!" Jamie said, backing away.
"Aw…looks like your salami wasn't hard enough…try this!" said the robot dad. The robot pulled out a huge bazooka.
"AAARRGH! NOOO! GET AWAY FROM ME! DON'T SHOOT!" Jamie screamed.
"YAAAAY!" Gir screamed. He ran over to the robot dad, took the bazooka and threw it at Jamie's head. Jamie fell over and fainted.
"VICTORY!" screamed both the robot parents, and exploded.
"I really need to fix those things…" Zim said.
"I LIKE POKING!" Gir said, poking Jamie's head with one of the leftover robot arms.
"Sigh…I guess I have to delete her memory…wait a minute." Zim pulled Jamie's wallet out of her coat pocket. "Pictures?" Zim said. The first picture was a picture of Jamie, and a very small cat. The next picture was a family photo with her brother, cat, and father, and mother. Jamie's mother was just a silhouette with red eyes. "Hmm…one of Dib's little…swollen eyeball friends. They would be suspicious if there daughter went home not knowing how to walk straight…hmm…what should I do?" Zim said.
"I know!" Gir said. Gir walked over to Jamie, pulled out makeup, and put it all over Jamie's face. "YAY!"
"This is gonna be a long day." Zim said.