Zim was possibly more bored than any human in Mrs. Bitters' class. All 'fiddling with a pencil' entertainment was exhausted, and Dib had fallen asleep. No glaring was in order. Mrs. Bitters said if she found him making one more plan to destroy mankind in class, he would be transferred to the underground classrooms. Even he noticed that the kids sent there never came back.
He activated a button in his Pac. Some Irken music was sent directly into his brain. (Nifty things, those pacs. Connected to the spinal cord.) He laid back and pretended to be paying attention. Mrs. Bitters rambled on. (Is she a robot? I have compelling evidence.)
Mrs. Bitters was interrupted from her doom-speaking by a little buzzing in the back of her neck. One of her students was enjoying himself! She opened a telepathic line with all of her students. In a minute, she turned off the ones that were sleeping, or bored comatose. She zeroed her search in on Zim. Something weird came in over the link. She ignored it.
"ZIM! Stop enjoying yourself! You are in Skool and-" She cut off. What WAS that sound…
Suddenly she snapped up. The music…it…beautiful…
"Zim. If you're gonna play music into your head, you have to share it with the whole class."
"I can't do that Mrs. Bitters. My…uh…CD player is designed to-"
"SILENCE! Do it, ZIM, or I'll send you to the principal!" Zim got a horrified look on his face, and played the music out loud. Immediately, all heads in hearing range snapped to attention. Everyone grinned like insane monkeys at the lovely sounds coming from Zim. (That sounds SO weird.) It was like…it was like nothing on Earth. The music from the show sounds like Beethoven compared to this music. It's like all the voices in the head of a crazy person breaking into glass-shattering shrieks. Only prettier. The melodies twisted and swirled around each other ducking and diving, each different, but forming together to form this perfect sound.
All the children turned into Zombies, and began line dancing. Zim recoiled in horror at the sight of Mrs. Bitters dancing. Torque was at the front of the line. He grabbed Zim and held him in the air. Zim kicked and flailed, but Torque held him still. They danced out into the hall, and the whole Skool turned into Zombies and danced into the streets. Soon, the whole population of Earth was dancing around Zim. How they could all hear the music, I have no idea. Zim tried to run away, but they wouldn't let him.
And so they danced for weeks, until Zim was about to fall over with exhaustion. Just then, Dib burst from the cloud. Huge balls of cotton were stuffed in his ears.
"ZIM! I know what you're up to and you won't get away with it!"
"Shut up and help me! And why did this take you so long?"
"I had to think of the cotton."
"It took you THREE WEEKS to think of COTTON?!?"
"Oh, Shut up. How do you think we stop them?"
"Well, I could turn off the music…" Zim shut off the music. All the zombies were fixed instantly.
"Hey, who turned us into zombies and made us dance for weeks?" Said Zeta.
"The alien! With his alien music!" Yelled Dib. The population of Earth turned on Zim.
"LIES! He's crazy. It was him, with his crazy-music!" Said Zim. Everyone ran after Dib, who fled in terror. See Most Horrible X-mas Ever.
And the moral of the story is…um…I forget. Don't play music in Skool if you're an alien. Don't accuse people of being aliens if you're crazy. Don't become a zombie dancer. If you do, believe the crazy kid when you come around. The plural of moose is Meese. Whatever.


Oh, yes. I almost forgot. Mrs. Bitters is a robot. See Halloween spectacular of Spooky Doom. Zeta calls her, and she obviously turns on before answering.
One Me: You're Crazy!
Another me: Yeah! Get one o' dem crazy buckets.
One me: Whoa! I'm the angel of death!
Me: Oh, shut up, you two. You exist to quote the wonderful horror of Jhonen Vasquez. That is your only purpose.
One me: And that's all you'll ever be! A TOASTER!
Me: Ok, whatever. I'm not typing the words of any more voices in my head. But, wait. I'm a voice in my head. So that means I can't type me…


Johnny: Ok. Wow. Does anyone know what happened here? There's just this crater. Um…
I NEED BRAINFREEZY!