Zim: dang, we have to go back to school
Skittles: yeah, summer went by fast. But, this is our last year of school that is mandatory of course, we could go to college
Zim: but, I thought you were only thirteen
Skittles: Irken years
Zim: uhh, but, wouldn't that still make you an ninth grader
Skittles: skipped some grades
Zim: then why would you want to go college
Skittles: to make me look smart
Zim: you would finish it in a minute. Now, hurry, we're going to be late
Teacher: it seems two students seem to be tar-
- crash through window*
Skittles and zim: are we late?!
Teacher: *sweat drop* no. hello my name is Mr. Doe
Pd: that's a very generic name
Mr. Doe: well my first name is john-
Pd: john Doe? Doesn’t that apply to men that don't have an identity; the female name is Jane Doe. Is that your wife's name
Mr. Doe: *embarrassed* actually, yes
Pd: I knew it! You’ve been brain washed
Skittles: very deceptive
Mr. Doe: * eyes open* my memories, they're coming back to me. My real name is-
Voice: it is a code red, a code red!
Dib: what does a code red stand for?
Pd: the regaining of memory
Skittles: remember, it was during the school election in sixth grade
Dib: oh yeah, but a least it made Willy smarter
Zim: I remember, oh, *sarcastically* and I still give you my thanks for that
Dib: I hate you
Voice: brain washes the students, too
Zieta: what, what happened?
Old kid: I don't remember where I live
Skittles: that didn't affect me
Zim: or me
Pd: how idiotic
Thorn: tell me about it
Dib: what, what happened?
Skittles, zim, Pd, thorn: *roll their eyes* humans
Mr. Doe: hello my name is mister doe
Pd: here we go again
Thorn: don't say anything or I will shove my hand down your throat and rip out your vocal chords
Pd: we don't have any, Irken only have one organ
Dib: really? Isn’t it a seedy smooch?
Zim, thorn, Pd: squeedly spooch
GIR: i'mma sammach
Zim: go home GIR
Mr. Doe: you know the rules zim, no pets
Zim: go home GIR
Pd: can I just go home so that I can go back to killing zim
Skittles: trying to kill zim
Pd: shut up
Thorn: if you want to go home, come outside at recess
- At recess*
Thorn: light this match
- Pd throws it into the skool*
Thorn: *shocked* I wasn't going to do that at all!
Pd: what were you going to do then?
Thorn: smoke a cigarette to get suspended
Pd: oh well, now there won't be skool for a couple months
Dib: knowing how cheap this school is, more like a couple weeks
Zim: let’s go home
- walk away, skool on fire, people screaming*
Thorn: that was fun