He was suddenly able to dog paddle but couldn't keep it up for long.
"Hey Zim, I see your doing better at swimming," yelled Mr. More, "How about you ditch that shallow end and come to the deep end!"
"Ok!" Hollered Zim as he started to paddle over to the wall. Feeling a slight Tinkling in his right arm, Zim quickly looked down as he noticed his right arm had started to smoke.
Screaming, Zim lost his balance from the wall and fell underneath.
Gripping his arm, Zim quickly resurfaced as he jumped out of the pool.
"I need More Paste!" Zim almost screamed as everybody started to run towards him.
"Oh, you just got a swimmers cramp, isn't that nice," Smiled the stupid teacher.
"That's not swimmers cramp, his arm is freaking surround in smoke!" stated Dib, "so he's an alien!"
"No he's not, aliens don't swim," said a loud mouthed girl. "Zim's ok, the filths can leave now!" Zim said after his arm seemed to get better.
"I'm watching you!" growled Dib while he left with the rest of his class.
Sighing, Zim jumped up and sprinted into the empty locker room.
Digging through everybody's things, Zim growled, "Where is paste when Zim needs it"
Going through the Dib's things, Zim got angry when he saw the skools supply of glue completely drained.
Throwing the empty bottles against the wall, Zim started to have a fit as he realized Dib always ruined his plans.
Back outside, Dib was bursting into laughter when he heard thumps and groans coming from the crammed locker room.
"What's so funny?" asked Gretchen. "If I told you, you wouldn't understand it as funny," laughed Dib. "Hey!" Gretchen shot back as she glared at Dib.
Hearing Zim burst out, Dib eyed him happily as he noticed Zim was now staring at the water differently. "Hey Zim, What about you go jump off the diving board now!" chirped Dib.
"Yeah, go get it over with," agreed Mr. More. "Sorry, my foot hurts," Lied Zim.
"Oh, then go get changed and sit over there," pointed Mr. More.
Pulling on his shirt and pants, Zim struggled outside the walls of the locker room and walked lightly over to his teacher and asked," Can I have my gloves and boots."
"I wouldn't have to hide them from you, if you would just take them off without a fight!" answered his teacher as he reveled Zims gloves and boots to him.
Grabbing them, Zim pulled his gloves on and walked over to his assigned wall to pull on his boots.