"You're the one who made the glue go scarce?" questioned Gretchen.
"Yep!" answered the proud Dib.
"You jerk, I needed that glue for art class!" cried Gretchen.
Feeling tons of evil glares resting on him, Dib shrunk into the back and tried to keep quiet.
'Class, tomorrow the pool is getting cleaned so go to the health room # 710," Mr. More said while he stared at the hypnotizing murky water.
Forgetting that his foot was suppose to be hurt, Zim walked over to the doors and waited patiently.
Sensing the larger beings getting closer, Zim turned around and yanked his head up.
"How's the view down there?" laughed the taller bully. "Not very pleasant," answered Zim truthfully.
Laughing at Zim's remark, the taller kids burst through the door which caused Zim to fall on his back.
"My spine!" shrieked Zim while pulling himself to his feet.
Knowing that the football team was the only people allowed to leave before the bell rang, Zim took a chance and ran after them.
Sneaking up behind the taller kids, Zim pulled out four spider legs as water leaked from his Pak. Pulling the extended legs across the feet of his peers, Zim yelled Victory for Zim as the students tumbled to the floor.
Walking home, Zim fell back as sparks started to surround his body. "Why is this happening?" Shrieked the electrified Zim.
As his Pak stopped shocking him, Zim sat up and pulled his transmitter out of his Pak as more water leaked from the holes and burnt his skin where the glue had started to wear off.
"Gir, come quick, something's wrong with my" began Zim. "No pig, that's my burrito!' came Gir's high pitched voice.
"Pig's over there isn't he, I TOLD You Pig can't come over anymore!" screamed Zim.
He knows was the only response he got as Gir's voice disappeared and loud noises could be heard.