Zim and Dib sat in the human's garage one day, playing UNO.

"Skip!" Shouted Dib, slapping down an UNO card. He kept at it. "SKIP! Skip! Oh hey, guess what, Zim?"

"What, Dib-beast?" Zim muttered through his teeth, fists shaking in anger.

Dib smirked. "I got some more SKIPS for you!" He yelled, laying down three more skip cards.

Zim groaned, pulling at his face skin in irritation.

Dib smiled. "You look like you're trying to rip your skin off!" He started laughing.

He slapped down another card. "Draw Two!" He kept slapping down cards. "Also, draw two more! And two more!"

Zim sighed and drew six cards from the pile on the table in front of them. He sighed again and muttered to himself, glancing at Dib, who had his arms crossed with a smirk on his face. Zim wanted to smack him so bad.

"What's the color again?" He asked.

"Blue or a five," Dib answered smugly.

Zim nodded. "Here is a three to counter your five."

Dib put down a yellow five. "I counter your five with another five!"

Zim shook his head and began drawing.

Two minutes later, Zim was still drawing from the pile.

"COME ON PILE, JUST GIVE ME A BLUE OR A FIVE ALREADY!" The Irken screamed at the deck of cards, standing up and kicking the table in anger, stubbing his toes.

Dib was laughing and howling like a banshee at this point, banging his fists on the ground and crying from laughter. Zim slammed down a blue card.

"SHUT UP, DIB-BEAST!" Zim yelled at him angrily, throwing the rest of his cards at Dib's face. "I'm trying to win!"

"Well, you're doing a terrible job so far," Dib said as he stood up and sat back down in his chair, wiping at his eyes. "This is fun. We should do this every week."

"We should NOT do this every week!" Zim muttered while he picked up his cards and pouted. "Who's turn is it?"

"I think it's my turn," Dib said, picking a WILD card from his pile. "Okay, draw four now, and the color is Red."

Zim stood up and threw his chair out of the garage. "THAT'S ANOTHER COLOR THAT I DON'T HAVE!"

He started throwing his UNO cards all over the garage, yelling in Irken. Dib started laughing again.

He collected himself long enough to ask, "Hey, what do you think the odds are that I'd get enough for you to draw ten?"

Zim shrugged as he began drawing from the pile again. "I don't know, Dib-beast. And I don't really care!"

Dib smirked. "Well, guess what, space monster?" He started slapping down cards. "Draw two, draw two, draw two, draw two, AAANNND, DRAW TWO!"

Zim's mouth dropped open in shock. "But I already have HALF THE DECK!" He yelled. He showed Dib his thick pile of cards. "Look at this!"

Dib shrugged. "Not my problem, space boy."

Zim growled and drew from the pile again, swearing at Dib in Irken. He got a few good cards, but nothing to ensure a victory against Dib. "I'm going to get a snack."

He got a Licky-Stick from his fridge and headed back outside. He sneaked up behind Dib, who was drawing cards from the pile.

"BOO!" He screamed in his ear.

Dib screamed and threw his cards up into the air in fear. Zim began laughing.

"I'm totally gonna win," The disgusting Urth boy said.

"No, you're not." Zim replied, trying not to punch his giant head in.

"Yes I am," Dib said.

"Never!"

"I totally am!"

"ALRIGHT, THAT'S IT!" Zim yelled out in anger and picked Dib up by the waist, tossing him over the fence and into the neighbor's pool.

Dib screamed as he was drenched in freezing cold water. Now Zim was the one cackling like the Emperor from Star Wars.

"Pathetic! Just like your giant head!" Zim yelled as he walked away.