When Psychologists Attack!

The next very cloudy day Skool was back in session. Apparently they were able to find some teachers and substitutes willing to come in. Even though the robot was still rampaging throughout the other side of the city.

But that didn't matter to either Zim nor Dib. Or anyone else at the Skool.

"Well class guess what?" Miss Bitters snarled as she pointed to a video. "In another brilliant move by your parents on the PTA Committee to shove off even more responsibility in raising you, I've been ordered to give this class a lesson in sex education. And these same idiots wonder why when you hit puberty you spend all your time making out with each other and getting into stupid situations."

"Sex education…?" Zim blinked. This sounded interesting. "Does this have to do with any of Earth's weapons systems? It's defense shields perhaps?"

"No, you idiot. It's about where babies come from," Dib rolled his eyes.

"Oh," Zim blinked. "That. And that's important for us to know why?"

"I asked the Skool Board the very same question," Miss Bitters sighed. "Just watch the stupid video."

Zim decided to resign himself to watching it. Well at least I'll know how the humans reproduce so maybe I can figure out a way to stop it? He thought to himself. It must have something to do with that place they call a hospital. Must be like the Hatchery where they make smeets back on Irk.

It didn't take long for him to find out that was very, very wrong.

He watched the whole thing in horror. He couldn't look away. If he was capable of throwing up he would have. He almost did.

"That is the most disgusting thing I have ever seen!" Zim screamed when the video ended.

"Yeah revolting," Miss Bitters growled. "But that's the way it happens."

"EWWWWWW!" Several kids also groaned.

"Oh like none of you had any idea!" Miss Bitters snapped. "I know for a fact little Jimmy over there charges five dollars so you kids can watch R rated movies at his house!"

"He does? Since when?" Dib looked around.

"Like I'd invite a nut job like you to my house!" Jimmy folded his arms.

"This…This is unnatural!" Zim shook with horror.

"And I'm not inviting you either Zim," Jimmy added.

"Not that! This…Disgusting…procreation! You can't tell me that no one else in this class was born in a nice, clean sterile laboratory from a test tube!" Zim stood on top of his desk shaking his fist.

"You mean in-vitro fertilization? You cover that next year," Miss Bitters grumbled.

"No, I mean born in a test tube! An actual nice clean test tube instead of…Instead of inside a…Oh I can't even say it!" Zim shudder.

"A mother Zim?" Dib smirked. "Yes Zim, I had a mom. I don't remember her but…"

"Wait…You weren't born like that!" Zim blinked. A very clear memory of the infant Dib in a test tube hit him.

"Yes I was!" Dib said vehemently. "Everybody on Earth was Zim!"

"No, you weren't! You lie!" Zim pointed at Dib. "Teacher! Dib is lying about his origins!"

"I had to take decaf this morning…" Miss Bitters glared into her coffee cup.

"Everyone! Listen to Zim! Dib was not born out of what you call a mother," Zim sneered. "Dib was born in a lab! A proper, hermetically sealed lab like a normal being should be born in!"

"Zim even Dib isn't that weird," A boy rolled his eyes.

"He is! He is weird! He is the very epitome of weirdness!" Zim screeched.

"There goes Zim, making stuff up again," Dib rolled his eyes. "Like he did that last time."

"Sit down Zim," Miss Bitters sneered. "Those desks haven't been paid for yet."

Someone threw a wad of paper at Zim's head. "Who threw that at Zim? You shall suffer my wrath!" Zim shook his fist. "My wrath shall be great! GREAT SHALL BE THE WRATH OF ZIM!"

"SIDDOWWN!" Miss Bitters loomed over Zim. Zim quickly sat down. "Now time to work in your groups. Get in your groups and do something."

"Uh Miss Bitters? What subject are we supposed to work on?" A girl raised her hand.

"Surprise me," Miss Bitters said. "You're all woefully behind in worksheets."

"We are?" Zim blinked. "What worksheets?"

Miss Bitters went to a hanging chain and yanked it. A chute on top of the classroom opened and thousands of papers filled the room. Some students were buried in paperwork. "Get to work!" She snarled. "And don't have any fun while I'm gone!" She stormed out muttering something about not enough coffee breaks and needing stronger coffee in the teacher's lounge.

More papers hit Zim on the head. "Way to go weirdo!" A large boy grumbled before the students went to work in their groups. In a sick twist of fate, the only person in Zim's group was of course, Dib.

"How does it feel to have nobody believe you, Zim?" Dib couldn't resist twisting the knife.

"You…" Zim's eye twitched. "You are a lying, liar…liar face!"

"Oh yeah, the alien pretending to be a human in order to conquer the planet is calling me a liar!" Dib scoffed.

"Hey! I only lie because it's my job!" Zim snapped. "You just lie for the sake of lying you smelly little lying weasel face!"

"I see what's going on here," Dib sneered. "Man Zim I must be really be getting to you if you have to resort to a stupid lie like that in order to get me out of the way! That's what this is all about! I'm wearing you down Zim!"

"You are not wearing me down! Zim is un-weardownable!" Zim bristled.

"Oh yes you are! I'm wearing you down!" Dib got in his face. "Face it Zim! You're losing! I know all your tricks! I'm in your head!"

"You are not in my head! You are to stay out of my head!" Zim got into Dib's face. "This is a Stay Out of Zim's Head Zone!"

"Too late! I'm in your head! I know all your moves!" Dib snarled.

"No, you don't," Zim said. "Zim…"

"Has moves I've never seen before," Dib rolled his eyes. "Been there. Heard that."

"That was not what I was going to say!" Zim bristled.

"Yes it was!" Dib retorted. "It took me a while but I figured you out! I've been studying you since you landed on this planet. I know everything about you! And I'm going to use my research to bring you down!"

"You will never bring Zim down!" Zim snarled. Both of them were face to face now, pushing their heads against each other. "Never!"

FLASH!

An image of Baby Dib smashing an inflatable toy alien with a whiffle bat went through Zim's mind. The inflatable toy popped back up and bopped Baby Dib on the head.

"Ow!" Zim winced in pain and rubbed his head.

"Whoa…" Dib blinked. "I just had an image of you with a whole bunch of other aliens at some kind of alien academy for taking over planets. I must be getting into your head!"

"Did I not say this was a stay out of my head zone?" Zim yelled. He was very angry and frustrated. "DIE!" He tackled Dib.

"YOU DIE FIRST ZIM!" Dib fought back. The two of them fought around the room, spewing papers everywhere.

"MISS BITTERS!" A young girl with pigtails cried out. "DIB AND ZIM ARE AT IT AGAIN!"

Miss Bitters slithered into the room with a grace of a raptor. However instead of breaking up the fight she simply sipped her coffee. "Now this has good caffeine," Bitters sipped her cup.

"Uh aren't you gonna break up the fight?" A small boy asked.

"And shorten the only decent entertainment I've had all day?" Bitters snapped. "Later. I need my coffee first."

"DIE ALIEN!"

"YOU DIE DIB MONKEY!"

CRASH!

"Ah well, that computer was already broken," Bitters sipped her coffee.

"Miss Bitters, isn't their fighting not conductive to our learning environment?" A very large tough looking boy asked.

"Oh like any of you will learn anything?" Bitters sneered. "Haven't you figured by now that all this place is nothing more than a underpaid day care facility where our job is to keep you from killing yourselves while your parents are either working or drinking?"

CRASH!

"None of you will ever amount to anything anyway," Bitters sneered. "Except of course maybe Zim and Dib for being famous nutcases…"

Two large security officers walked in. "Uh we're here to escort Dib and Zim to the Skool Psychologist's office," One said.

"It's about time!" Miss Bitters put her hands on her hips. "Get them out of here!"

Both Zim and Dib were pulled apart. They kept trying to scratch and bite each other as they were dragged away. The students cheered and threw more paper balls at them.

"This is all your fault, Zim!" Dib screamed as the boys were dragged through the hallways.

"You are the one to blame, Dib!" Zim screamed back. Students and teachers alike poked their heads out of the doors to see what was going on. "Zim will have vengeance!"

"Not if I have vengeance first!" Dib yelled back.

Gaz and several of her classmates were watching too. "Your brother is so weird Gaz," One girl said.

"That's for sure," Another girl said.

"No wonder Gaz is so odd," A third girl remarked. "I'd be odd too if I had such rampant mental illness in my family."

"Dib you always have to embarrass me don't you?" Gaz gritted her teeth, plotting painful things to do to her brother when they got home.

Soon the boys were inside an office. "Hello Boys, my name is Dr. Wesley," A thin cheerful man with blond hair and glasses grinned. "I'm the Skool Psychologist. It seems that this little session is way overdue."

"The only thing that is overdue is Zim getting what he deserves!" Dib snapped.

"Oh yeah? Then Zim will give Dib what he deserves!" Zim made a fist.

"Just try it Zim!" Dib yelled back.

"Now Dib, Zim…It seems you two boys have some problems," Dr. Wesley smiled.

"My only problem is his existence!" Zim pointed to Dib.

"Ditto!" Dib growled at Zim.

"Dib…You're a very lonely little boy aren't you?" Dr. Wesley said kindly.

"Not really," Dib blinked.

"Trouble is a form of attention for you isn't it?" Dr. Wesley went on. "It doesn't matter if nobody likes you as long as they know you're there. The more people complain about you, the more people notice you. Isn't that right?"

"Yeah Dib loves to get noticed for how weird he is," Zim scoffed.

"The same goes for you too, Zim," Dr. Wesley gave him a look. He turned his attention back to Dib. "You don't have a very stable home life do you Dib? Your father works all the time and doesn't pay much attention to you and you resent it don't you?"

"Well maybe a little…" Dib admitted.

"And nobody pays much attention to you either do they Zim?" Dr. Wesley asked. "In fact you boys are very much alike."

"OKAY NOW WAIT A MINUTE…!" Zim shouted.

"NO WAY!" Dib yelled at the exact same time.

"I AM NOTHING LIKE HIM!" Dib and Zim yelled at the same time.

"Oh I think you are," Dr. Wesley smiled. "Zim…Why are you always so proud? So unwilling to accept help from anyone?"

"Because I am Zim! I am great! I am mighty!" Zim protested.

"But why, Zim? Why?" Dr. Wesley asked.

"I…Okay can I be honest here?" Zim sighed.

"Go ahead, Zim. Don't hold back," Dr. Wesley nodded sympathetically.

"Sometimes…Sometimes I don't want to be the way I am. But I have to be. I mean…I am kind of short," Zim admitted. "My Tall…I mean a lot of people don't like me because I am small and don't think I can do much. But just because I'm small doesn't mean I can't do stuff right? I mean I have to be Zim all the time or else people will think I'm small and weak. But I'm not. It's just…I've been doing this so long I don't know how else to act." Zim sniffed.

"That's it, let it out…" Dr. Wesley smiled.

"I just want to be me! But I can't be me or I'll be seen as weak," Zim sniffed with a little tear coming out of his eye.

"Wow, I had no idea you felt like that Zim," Dib blinked.

"I…Wait a minute! Aha! Foolish Dib Monkey! Zim fooled you! Zim fooled you!" Zim regained his composure.

"No you didn't! I was just playing along waiting for your guard to be down!" Dib snapped.

"Aha! And Zim knew you were looking for Zim's guard to be down! But Zim's guard is never down!" Zim cackled. "So Zim faked letting his guard down to get you to let your guard down! Ha! HA!"

"Yeah well I knew that you knew that I knew you were faking so I faked not knowing that you knew that I knew that you knew you were faking!" Dib yelled.

"Yes well I knew that you knew that I knew that you knew that I knew that you knew I was faking so I knew that by pretending that I didn't know that you knew and didn't know and…The point is Zim laid a clever trap and you fell into it!" Zim shouted.

"What was the point of the trap? To watch you cry?" Dib sneered.

"YES! No…Wait a minute…?" Zim blinked.

"Ha! You fell into my trap!" Dib shouted.

"Did not!" Zim shouted.

"Let's try something else shall we?" Dr. Wesley sighed. "BOYS!"

Both Zim and Dib were facing off. "Huh? What?" Zim looked at Dr. Wesley.

"How about we do some role reversal play?" Dr. Wesley asked.

"How about you just let me stuff Dib into a garbage chute?" Zim was annoyed.

"Not if I stuff you first Zim!" Dib shouted.

"Look just try it okay?" Dr. Wesley gave them a look. "Each of you pretend to be the other."

"You mean…You want me to pretend to be him?" Zim recoiled.

"Yes."

"Why?" Zim recoiled.

"To try and see things from his point of view," Dr. Wesley said.

"No, seriously," Zim gave him a look. "Why?"

"Just do it Zim," Dib groaned. "I'll start." He started to imitate Zim. "I am ZIM! I am an ALIEN! But everyone else around me is too STUPID to see what ZIM really is except DIB!"

"Zim does not sound like that!" Zim pointed. "LIES!"

"Zim is an idiot!" Dib cried out.

"Duh! I'm Dib! I'm a moron," Zim said in a stupid voice. "I can never be as great as Zim! I'm a big stupid head with a really large stupid huge head!"

"I DO NOT HAVE A HUGE HEAD! IT'S ONLY SLIGHTLY LARGER!" Dib yelled.

"If by slightly larger you mean slightly larger than the butt of that really large land animal with a trunk then, yes," Zim quipped. "It is slightly larger!"

"First place, it's called an elephant! EVERYBODY ON EARTH KNOWS WHAT THAT IS!" Dib yelled.

"OBVIOUSLY NOT EVERYBODY!" Zim yelled.

"YES EVERYBODY!" Dib yelled.

"Boys…" Dr. Wesley sighed.

"NOT EVERYBODY!"

"YES EVERYBODY!"

"NO!"

"YES!"

"NO!"

"YES!"

"THAT'S IT!" Dr. Wesley shouted. "Screw protocol! I'm late enough as it is for my golf game!" He grabbed Zim and Dib by the collars. "I'm taking care of you two rejects once and for all!"

He pushed a button and all three of them went to a dark low level. "Where are you taking Zim? Zim demands you answer!" Zim struggled against his grasp.

"Where we take all stupid, willful uncooperative children!" Dr. Wesley pointed to a classroom that was in a cell filled with children with vacant, glassy eyes. "We make them obedient and cooperative!"

"This must be the Underground Classroom," Dib gasped. "They're zombies!"

"Technically no," Dr. Wesley dragged them along a corridor. "Zombies are the undead. These children are still alive. They just had their free will and independent thought removed as well as any homicidal tendencies!"

"But look at all these kids! You can't keep all these kids in here! Surely some parents must notice?" Dib gasped.

"Are you kidding? More than half of these children were requested to be here by their parents. And as for keeping them here, obviously we don't. That would strain our budget," Dr. Wesley dragged them into a room filled with a very large painful looking device. "We let them roam free on weekends and ship them back to their parents' homes during skool vacations. Not like they won't come back willingly, being mindless drones and all. And when they grow up they will become perfect workers for the government! Or accountants."

"Some of 'em we send back up because they were mild cases anyway. As you can see our cells are overpopulated as it is!" Mr. Wesley pointed to one cell filled with children lying on each other. "So when a kid gets sent down we send a 'reformed' kid back up! Unfortunately for you two, that isn't gonna happen! You're gonna be down here a long, long, long time!"

He threw Dib into a large chair which strapped him down hard. A suction went on his head. "Oh right. That head's too big to use the normal draining suction," Dr. Wesley grumbled as he threw Zim into another chair and restrained him. "Gonna need the extra large one."

He pushed a lever and that suction popped off only to be pushed down by a larger one. "Still not big enough? Fine! We'll use the extra extra large one!" Dr. Wesley plopped down a huge suction on Dib's head. "There! That should do it!"

"You can't do this! People will notice…" Dib protested.

"Dib you should notice by now how stupid people really are! That's all because of the education system! People will notice nothing except that the weird boys they can't stand are gone and will be happy! This should have been done years ago!" Dr. Wesley snarled as he started the controls of the machine. "Your free will and independent thought should have been drained years ago like all the other students that had a spark of independence! But the powers that be thought that you were just too insane to be a threat!"

"So that's what happens to the kids in the Underground Classroom!" Dib was horrified.

"Got it in one! And once I'm done with you, I'll take care of your green friend!" Dr. Wesley snorted.

"He's not my friend! He's an alien that's going to take over the world!" Dib shouted.

"Keep talking, Crazy," Dr. Wesley snarled. "Soon you'll be just another mindless zombie!"

"Wait I know why he wants to drain my brain but why is he trying to drain Dib's brain unless…?" Zim thought. "He must want something important from Dib! Something Zim does not know about! I can't let that happen! Only I am allowed to drain Dib's brain! With my own brain draining device! Once I make a brain draining device…"

Zim found that his restraints were loose. "Good thing Irkens have very flexible wrists," Zim wriggled his way loose and untied his straps.

"Hey! You what are you doing?" Dr. Wesley shouted as Zim tackled Dr. Wesley.

Zim managed to knock Dr. Wesley back and turn off the brain draining device. "HA HA! Zim has thwarted your plan to drain Dib's brain!" Zim cackled.

"Why the hell did you…? Okay kid cards on the table time," Dr. Wesley sighed. "I know you're an alien. You know you're an alien. But neither of us wants Dib to think you're an alien so why don't you just shut up, follow my lead and get with the program here and let me drain his brain?"

"Say whaaa…?" Zim blinked. "No! This is a trick! I know the truth! YOU ARE AN ALIEN!"

"No I'm not!" Dr. Wesley shouted.

"Liar! You are an alien trying to take over the Earth! Admit it!" Zim shouted.

"Well this is an interesting turn of events," Dib blinked.

"Oh for crying out loud! Just get out of here you stupid little…" Dr. Wesley snarled.

"LIES! ZIM WILL NOT BE FOOLED BY YOU ALIEN MENACE!" Zim pointed at Dr. Wesley.

"If you're not an alien why would you not care if Zim is an alien?" Dib asked, his mind working quickly.

"Ah ha! He's right! The Dib Monkey speaks the truth! So you have to be an alien!" Zim pointed.

"Yeah Zim he's an even worse alien than you are," Dib had a plan. "And he said he was going to conquer the world before you did."

"Oh he did, did he?" Zim was angry.

"No I didn't!" Dr. Wesley shouted. "When did I say that?"

"Just now," Dib said.

"No I didn't!" Dr. Wesley shouted. "Zim you would have heard me!"

"Unless you used some kind of alien technology to make me forget I heard you!" Zim shouted. "Admit it! Admit you were trying to trick Zim!"

"Oh for crying out…" Dr. Wesley groaned.

"Zim! He's trying to drain my brain so he'll know everything I know about your plans for world conquest!" Dib said quickly. "Some of the plans are already inside his head!"

"No, they are not!" Dr. Wesley shouted.

"Yes they are!" Dib shouted.

"Then there is only one thing to do! DRAIN THE BRAIN!" Zim shouted as he yanked the suction off Dib's head and slammed it on Dr. Wesley's. The suction of course covered his entire face.

"HEY! GET THIS OFF ME YOU YARRRRGGGLEEEEE!" Dr. Wesley screamed as Zim turned on the device.

"Full power! Let's hit all the buttons to full power!" Zim cackled as he pushed every button on the controls.

"YARRGLEEGE! GAGGGGLE! YAGGGLEEE! SWEEEEEET! WWEEEOOP!" Dr. Wesley flopped around, occasionally being zapped by some kind of electric volt.

"Glad that's not me," Dib winced.

"YUUPPPPP! OOOOWEEEEEOOOWWWWWOOOWW!" Dr. Wesley screamed as the machine started to smoke.

"YES! YES! ZIM WILL TAKE THE BRAIN! HA HA HA HA!" Zim cackled. Then the machine started to spark and parts of it caught on fire. "Huh? Is it supposed to do that?"

"This can't be good," Dib winced, preparing for the pain.

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!

"AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!" Dr. Wesley was shot up into the sky as well as part of what was left of the machine.

"Wow that's a big hole," Zim blinked as he looked at the hole in the ceiling. It went all the way up to the roof. Both Zim and Dib were covered in smoke. Dib's clothes were more tattered but he was free from the chair.

"WOW I CAN SEE THE SKY!" Screamy was heard yelling. "HEY A BIRD POOPED ON ME!"

The Personality Drainer was destroyed. Suddenly thousands of twinkly lights and ghostly images of thousands of kids emerged from the destroyed machine. "HEY I LIKE TO DRAW AGAIN!" Screamy was heard shouting. "I THINK I'LL DRAW THE BIRD THAT POOPED ON ME!"

The sounds of several kids yelling cheerfully were heard down the hall. "Free! We're free! I wanna skateboard! I want a puppy! I want to carve my initials into my sister's arm!"

"What is that all about?" Zim blinked.

"I think we just un-zombified the kids in the Underground Classroom," Dib said. "And they all broke out."

"LET'S BURN THE SKOOL DOWN! YAY!" Some kid screamed. "BUT FIRST WE GET ICE CREAM!"

"This might be a problem," Dib blinked.

"YEAH FIRE AND ICE CREAM!" Another kid screamed.

"Maybe some of those kids did deserve to be down here?" Dib gulped.

"Sounds like it to me," Zim shuddered as he saw one group of children tackle a security guard and started eating him alive.

A familiar shadow loomed over them. "What did you do?" Miss Bitters snarled when she saw the Personality Drainer had been completely destroyed. Then she saw the roof. "The roof!"

"Uh…He did it!" Both Zim and Dib pointed at each other.

Bitters let out a huge roar. "Uh I think we should run now…" Dib gulped.

"Good idea…" Zim agreed. Both ran.

"You can't escape…" Bitters began to chase them but a large piece of the roof hit her hard. She slithered out from under the debris. "I hate it when children make things fall on me!"

They ran out of the skool. There were a lot of kids outside being picked up by their parents. "Why is there a hole in the roof?" One officious looking mother cried out.

"What was that explosion?" Another parent asked.

"AND WHY IS THERE BIRD POOP ON MY KID?" Another parent screamed.

"Look! It's Dib and Zim! They must have did something with their weirdness!" A kid pointed.

"Why is it when something happens or something explodes or the roof falls off it's always my fault?" Dib yelled.

"I said you and Zim," The kid told them.

"Oh well that's different," Dib blinked.

"THIS SKOOL ISN'T SUPPOSED TO LET ROOFS BLOW UP OR HAVE BIRD POOP ON MY KID!" Screamy's Dad yelled. "IT'S THE ADMINISTRATION'S FAULT!"

"My dad's a lawyer! Maybe we can sue the school and get a lot of money?" A kid said.

"Good idea son! And to think I almost didn't pick you up from school today!" A lawyer dad grinned. "Lucky for me I didn't go to that meeting!"

"No!" Miss Bitters hissed as she slithered out. "No suing the school you rotten little ambulance chaser!"

"Aha! According to the landmark case Clive VS. Ambulance you can't call us that anymore!" The lawyer shouted. "Yes! I got a roof blowing up case, a bird poop case and a slander case all in one day! I really should pick up my kid from school more! It's very lucrative!"

"No! No! No suing!" The principal ran out. "Miss Bitters please apologize!"

"I'd rather die!" Miss Bitters snarled.

"You two really did it this time," Gaz said as she walked up to Dib and Zim as the adults argued.

"It was his fault!" Dib pointed to Zim.

"Was not!" Zim snapped.

"Was too!" Dib snapped.

"Was…Hey what's that about?" Zim pointed.

"You don't fool…Me?" Dib blinked as something zipped past them.

"I'm an alien kids! And I'm gonna eat your brains! Blah!" Dr. Wesley screamed as he ran around in his underwear. He grabbed one kid and started to nibble on his head. The kid screamed and then several parents started to get outraged.

"Hey! Get your teeth off my kid!" A woman screamed as she chased Dr. Wesley.

"THIS SKOOL IS BAD!" Another one shouted.

"LAWSUIT! LET'S HIT 'EM WITH A LAWSUIT!" A third person shouted.

"HIT HIM WITH A ROCK!" A parent picked up a rock.

"MY KID HAS BIRD POOP ON HIM! WHO'S GONNA CLEAN THAT UP?" Screamy's Dad yelled. "NOT ME!"

"ANOTHER LAWSUIT! YES! I AM LAWSUIT MAN!" The lawyer called out.

"BRAINS! BRAINS! BRAINS!" Dr. Wesley cackled as he ran around in his underwear. Several parents started chasing him around. Some were throwing rocks and one carried a baseball bat.

Then several children that were formerly prisoners of the Underground Classroom burst out. Some were running around in circles. Others were singing. Others were happily stabbing adults with penknives or other sharp objects. "AAAAH! GET AWAY FROM ME!" One teacher was tackled by several students who gleefully hit her with erasers.

"WHAT KIND OF SKOOL IS THIS THAT LET'S CHILDREN RUN WILD?" A parent yelled as he was chased by more angry kids. "I'M GONNA SUE!"

"LAWSUIT MAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAN!" The Lawyer danced around with glee.

"This isn't gonna be good for us is it?" Zim blinked.

"Afraid not," Dib winced.

"Well at least the next PTA meeting will be pretty interesting," Gaz blinked.

"I can't stand it…" Miss Bitters banged her head against the wall.