"Watching TV," Hollered Gir from the TV den.
Storming into the room formally called Gir's room, Zim glared at him then turned around to find the paste by himself.
Giggling, Gir looked at all the junk food around him and started to roll around amongst it.
Perking his attention towards the archway, Gir sat up and ran towards the angry Zim.
"You forced that ugly pizza deliverer to come here again, didn't you?" yelled Zim as he pointed at all the greased up pizza boxed and cheese scattering the floor of his lower base.
"Food!" screamed Gir while he jumped into the heaps of pizza boxes.
Finding a left over slice, Gir gobbled it down while Zim watched with disgust.
Rubbing glue into his skin, Zim started to walk towards his school as he continued to rub the substance into himself.
Reaching the door, Zim hurriedly shoved his rolled up sleeves down and disposed of the empty glue bottles.
Running to his locker, Zim opened it and grabbed some of the useless books he would need.
As the classes seemed to get shorter, Zim started to dread the bell as it rang to indicate the last class, gym.
"See you at the pool," laughed Dib.
Dragging his feet against the tiled floor, Zim went up to his teacher as he was passing out the skool required swimsuits.
Looking down at Zim, Mr. More the gym teacher jerked his neck up as he schemed for a size an anorectic might wear.
"These might be too big, but they should do,' Mr. More said while he threw the swimming trunks into Zim's face.
Pulling them off of his face, Zim once again dragged his feet as he got ready to change into his trunks.
Slipping into a stall, Zim changed as everybody else stayed in the open within the Guy's locker room.
Opening the stall door, Zim fell back as it quickly shut back on him. Getting on his hands and knees, Zim crawled underneath the stall door and noticed Dib was holding the door and trying not to burst into laughter.
"I'm not in there," stated Zim as he dashed past the still changing humans.
Standing in his dark blue trunks and boots with his gloves still on, Zim watched as Mr. More headed toward Him angrily.
"Someone hold Zim down!" shouted Mr. More. As Dib and Joel pinned the squirming Zim down, Mr. More peeled off Zim's black boots and gloves.
"Wow," gasped Dib. "That's nothing, you should see my feet," said a kid with webbed toes. Sitting up, Zim straighten his wig as Mr. More Took half Zim's attire and handed everybody a swimmers cap.
Walking behind Zim, Mr. More suddenly noticed Zim was still wearing something on his back. "Zim, take that off before I confiscate that too!" barked Mr. More.
"I can't, its Zim's Ummm Heart pumping machine," said Zim as he pointed to where he thought the human heart laid.
"Ok, then everybody in the pool!" screamed Mr. More.
Gasping with relief from not having to take his pak off, Zim watched miserly as Dib jumped near him in hoped of getting him wet.