It was a foggy and humid morning Zim woke up to. He couldn't stand rain, but there wasn't anything he could do to change the fact that here on Earth, it rains. Anyways, he had a plane to get to so he grabbed his bag and took a taxi to the airport. And, surprisingly I know, it was full of…humans! Zim angrily went through security, without the TSA noticing the alien machinery, and then fast-walked to gate B33, labeled on his plane ticket. He sat down near a woman with a baby. Zim had to sit through 44 minutes of screaming, crying, and baby talk until the plane attendant finally decided that it was time to board the plane. He boarded the plane and sat in the back row by a window seat.
Nothing incredibly interesting happened on the flight, except an old man having a heart attack. As soon as the plane landed Zim ran to the door and was the first one out of the plane. All he had to do now was find his host family. "Where is that stupid paper with their names?" Zim searched his bag quickly and found the paper in the Spiderman book. "Okay they are-" He was suddenly interrupted by a brown-haired teen wearing a strange sky-blue jacket. "Hi, my name is Peter Parker. You must be Zim. I'm part of your host family. Welcome to New York!" Zim looked slightly confused and just said, "Thanks" sarcastically. Peter smiled and pointed to an older woman who was surprisingly fit for her age. "That's my aunt May, she's also part of your host family. So where are you from, Zim?" Zim opened his mouth, about to reply, but was again interrupted. The older woman said, "It's a pleasure to meet you, Zim. We'll be taking care of you for the rest of the year. We'd better get going; I have lunch ready at home." They all began walking towards the parking lot. Peter grinned even wider and put his hand on Zim's shoulder. "You're gonna love New York. Just wait 'til tonight when all of the lights are on, you might even get a glimpse of Spiderman!" Zim perked up when the human said Spiderman. "Have you seen him before?" "Only a glimpse of him," Peter replied, "but I've seen pictures and videos of him." "Oh" Zim said, sort of disappointed. "Peter?" Peter walked over to a silver car and replied, "Yes?" to his aunt. "Did you remember to make the bed in the guest bedroom?" Peter slightly blushed and said, "Oops" under his breath then replied with a nervous, "Yeah, of course I did." She simply shrugged and unlocked the car. Zim was about to open the door and get into the car, but before he could do that Peter whispered to him, "Sorry the bed's not made, don't tell my aunt." Zim sighed and wondered how humans even had the time to possibly worry about such things. "Okay." Zim sat down and set his bag on the floor. Peter sat next to him and then May started up the car. Peter looked over at Zim and said happily, "So why were you sent to New York, Zim? Did you come to study Spiderman?" Zim looked out the window and smirked at his reflection in the glass. "Surprisingly enough, yes I did." Peter, "Cool! My friend Mary Jane has seen him a few times. Maybe she could tell you about him." Zim looked over at Peter skeptically. "Didn't she write a book about him?" "Yeah, it was part of her assignment for her Journalism class, but she decided to have it published." Zim, "Oh, no wonder she's so into Spiderman. She wants to be a journalist." May turned on the radio and it started playing some strange music Zim didn't recognize.
No one really spoke for the rest of the drive, except Peter and his aunt talking about an exam for college. He didn't really care to listen to it so he watched all of the tall buildings, crowds of people rushing across the street, and all of the billboards advertising useless items for people to buy. "Okay, boys, we're home. Lunch is in the fridge. I have to go to a yoga class in a few minutes so I'll see you two later." Zim and Peter got out of the car and Zim picked up his bag. Peter waved to his aunt as she pulled out and drove away. Then he instantly turned to Zim and said, "So, Zim, do you like pizza?" Zim had a sudden flashback of GIR rubbing pizza on his face and getting a giant, hypnotic pimple. "I'm actually glucose intolerant." "Oh, is that why your skin is…um, discolored?" Zim smiled, humored by how easily the human was buying this. "Yeah, it's a weird skin condition I was born with, but I brought food that I can eat so…more pizza for you." They both stood there, awkwardly, until Peter broke the silence and said, "Well, I'll show you where you'll be sleeping." He smiled at Zim and walked over to the door. Zim sneered and slowly walked onto the porch. This human seemed to be convinced that he was normal. Now all he needed to do was find this Spiderman and write a stupid paper. But he could also enjoy himself here, without that nuisance…the Dib-human.
Then Peter opened the door and, naively, let an alien invader into his home.