(A/N: Hey, hey, hey! I'm back-a-lack! AND black-a-lack! No, really, I am black.)

The next day, Fudge was up bright and early. He was going through his normal routine of getting ready for school; Eating his breakfast, brushing his teeth and getting dressed and such. All of that good stuff.
As you probably guessed Fudge was a straight-A student who was never late. He was the teacher's pet and he never missed a day of school his entire life. What a perfect little freak.

When got downstairs, he saw that his sister was ready to go, but where was Zim?

He found he and GIR on the living room couch watching TV. Zim was wrapped up in a violet blanket, which he was struggling to keep GIR from climbing into.

"Uh, hi," Fudge greeted him."You aren't coming to school with us?"

Zim didn't bother turning around before responding."Not feeling well today. Can't go to school. Bye."

"..."

"..."

"...well, alright, then." Fudge turned and walked back into the foyer."Time to go, sis."
Sprinkles brushed up against his leg. He knelt down and pet it."Bye, Sprinkles. I'll play with you when I get back from school."

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"Okay, class," announced Fudge's teacher, Mrs. Bernstein."Your only homework for the week is the vinegar and baking soda project. It's due Thursday, but it counts for 100% of your grade, so do not procrastinate!"

One girl raised her hand."What's 'procrastinate' mean?"

"It's a verb. It means to put off until the last minute," Fudge answered her.
Mrs. Bernstein thanked him like the perfect little teacher's pet that he was.

The class was upset with the project. 100% of their grade? No wonder they hadn't done any work all year.
But, of course, Fudge was happy. He just had to ace the project and he would get an A in the class.

The bell rang and the class ended. Fudge met up with his sister behind the school and they walked home together.
He was already planning out his project in his head.

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"Here, Sprinkles!" Fudge whistled for his cat. Sprinkles mewed and stepped up to Fudge.

Then he clawed him in the knee.

"YOW! Sprinkles!" Fudge exclaimed.

Sprinkles ran away.

Fudge tried not to let it bother him. He got a band-aid from the kitchen drawer and put it on his bloody knee.

"That really hurt..."

He hurried upstairs to his room to get started on his chemical reactions assignment.
Before he could reach the doorknob, Zim hurried his way out.

"Huh?" Fudge eyed him with confusion."What were you doing in my room?"

"Nothing," he heard Zim mutter.

Fudge shrugged and closed the door behind him. He sat down on his bed and looked at his knee with concern.
Then he heard a noise. Rumbling.
Something was rumbling under his bed.

Now, Fudge wasn't the type to believe in monsters under the bed, but...

He bent down to take a peek. It...it was...

"There's dust and boogies under here!"

Fudge sighed with relief. It was just GIR.

Footsteps thundered up the stairs and kicked Fudge's bedroom door open. It was Zim. And he was not pleased.

He yanked GIR out from under the bed and put his leash on him. Wordlessly, he left the room again.

Fudge felt bad for little GIR, but he knew that Zim just loved him and didn't want him to get lost.
I mean, what were the chances he would able to find another talking dog?

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"Mom...Sprinkles has had all his shots, right?"

"Of course, sweetie. We're perfect," she kissed Fudge on the forehead."We would never miss a vet appointment. Now hurry to sleep; you have school tomorrow."

Fudge watched his mother leave the room."...wait!"

She paused."What is it?"

"Where does Zim sleep?"

She looked at Fudge strangely, and blinked a few times before answering.

"In the basement, honey. Don't go disturbing him, now."

Mrs. Hopkins turned out the hall light and went to bed.

(A/N: I've decided to cover one day per chapter.
Trust me, I've got stuff planned out.

Please review, fave and follow, and I shall see you next time.)