(A/N): This is my first Fan Fic (yay) which I have been working on for a bit before I joined so the first few chapters will be there when it's first loaded on. Please review!

DISCLAIMER: Only in fantastic daydreams do I own Invader Zim which (sadly) isn't real life… This disclaimer goes for the rest of the fic.

Ms Bitters' class will be attending a MANDITORY sleep away camp in the coming week. RESITANCE WILL BE NOTED. For a student to attend this he/she must bring back this signed permission slip with 1000 monies enclosed (covers child's happiness over the seven day trip).

Name: I AM ZIM!!

Address: Earth, we live here and nowhere else. We are normal.

Contact Number: No one may touch Zim.

Accident Number: Zim makes no accidents!!

Allergies: Food. Water. Humans.

Signature: Almighty Zim's Normal Earth Parents.

'CHILDREN! Hand your permission slips in NOW!' Ms Bitters' voice boomed through the classroom on the Friday afternoon. Everyone solemnly marched forward to the front of the class, holding their forms. Zim and Dib dashed to the front, both trying to beat the other. Zim slammed his down on the desk a fraction of a second before Dib.

'VICTORY FOR ZIM!!' he cried and smirked at Dib, 'Just another thing you've learnt to fail at, Earth-smell.' Dib ground his teeth angrily. Everyone continued to hand in their notes. A particularly scared looking child trembled as he reached the front of the class.

'I-I… left my note… at home…' he stuttered and then quickly covered his face with his hands. When Ms Bitters didn't do anything he cautiously lowered them. Then she pressed a button on her desk and a pit opened up below the child and his screams continued for a long way down.

'Hey, muffins! Oh-oh… Ahh!! Noooooooooo!!' The pit reclosed and his screams faded away. The bored looking kids finished handing in their notes. When everyone was sitting again Ms Bitters placed all the forms in a box where they were completely incinerated. The smoldering remains dumped themselves in the bin.

'Class, you will meet here on Saturday at 4:30am sharp. You'll be loaded into the bus at nine o'clock.' Ms Bitters stated.

'Can't we just get here at nine then?' Dib asked confused. Ms Bitters growled, but continued, ignoring Dib's question.

'Mr Elliot will be accompanying you on the trip instead of me, I will be taking his class for the week,' she continued. 'The survival trip you will all embark on will hopefully crush you all as human beings to leave your husks to be molded the way society sees fit.'

'Fools! No one knows more about survival than me, Zim! I shall again beat you pathetic humans at your own "game"!' Zim cried out leaping onto his desk, but no one was paying attention as the bell rang and everyone stampeded from the room leaving only him and Dib, as Ms Bitters had also slid from the room.

'We'll see about that Zim. I bet you couldn't last even a day out there without any of your Irken technology, cruddy as it is…' Dib muttered.

'I accept your challenge, Dib-monkey! Invaders are given all the training they need to survive anywhere under any circumstances!' Zim glared back at Dib, 'You'll be begging me to help you carry your pitiful sack of meat self after only an hour out there! I won't do it of course, but it will be fun!' Zim cackled. Dib glowered at him furiously.

'How about we make a little bet then, space-boy? No technology for the whole time we're out there. Or are you chicken..?' Dib baited him. Zim, of course, took the bait as he hated even the thought of Dib even thinking he was better.

'Of course I accept your piteous bet! I am ZIM!!' And with that Zim leapt off his desk with his arms in the air and proceeded home, to prepare for the upcoming "camp".

'Hey wait! We didn't say what would happen when I won!' Dib yelled after him, but Zim was too caught up in planning his own victory. 'Idiot…' he muttered and left the classroom as well.

As Zim was walking home he was wondering how exactly he could start off his next evil plan. Aren't we all? If things were to go as Zim intended them to, the world would end up destroyed… the mutant chicken hybrids would be enraged when coated in peanut-butter and eat the eyes out of all the humans. But enough about that! He had to find out the ideal way to humiliate the Dib human on the upcoming trip. It should make him cry and weep and beg for mercy in front of everyone. Yes that would be perfect! Zim laughed to himself.

When Zim's base was just up ahead, and he was turning round the corner, a massive fire ball ripped down the footpath. Zim stood, frozen in shock and when the flames and smoke dispersed a singed Gir was left out the front.

'GIR! WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?!' Zim cried in rage when he regained himself, shaking the robot wildly, but Gir was boiling hot and he let him go with a yelp.

'I make biscuits!!' Gir said manically, producing a biscuit tin with five black lumps fused onto it.

'But… how? The electricity isn't even connected to the oven!' Zim stammered. Gir had outdone himself.

'Computer helped! He gave me his Computer power! He believed…' Gir said the last word almost conspiratorially. Zim's eye twitched. Gir was oblivious to his Master's rage and started trying to pry a cookie off the tin, but resorted to just licking them. Zim grabbed Gir and dragged him inside, ignoring the throbbing pain.

Inside the house Zim flung Gir against a wall, making him bounce off it and onto the couch. There was a disgusting smell of burning…

'CompuuuuuTER! Restrain Gir…' Zim instructed. The house's Computer gladly obliged and whipped a mass of tentacles around Gir, holding him in place on the couch. The house's wallpaper was black and slightly brown in places. With further inspection from Zim, he found that the underground portion had been cut off as the elevators down to it had been ruined. Hopefully it was unaffected… The kitchen had practically been blown into oblivion and there were still a few random fires everywhere, but the Computer's robotic arms were taking care of that and covering every centimetre of the house in foam. Zim suddenly got in the way and received a face full of it. He wiped it slowly off his face and the Computer practically whimpered.

'Base… ruined.' Zim said relatively calmly. His eye twitched again as he walked threateningly back into the lounge room. A few minutes passed as if Zim was considering something. Gir was still unaware of Zim and thought the Computer was playing a game and was violently gnawing at the tentacles restricting him. 'GIR! I've had enough of your… stupidities… in the time that we've been here. I no longer have a use for you. I will disposing of you tomorrow when I leave for camp –'

'CORN?!' Gir butted in, not particularly taking any notice of Zim.

'NO GIR! CAMP! PAY ATTENTION! You can do what you please out there…' Zim muttered, already walking away, shaking his head.

'Gaz! Guess what?! That camp is tomorrow!' Dib said bursting through the front door, thinking that she would actually care. 'Bad thing for you though, you get Ms Bitters for the week…' He continued, not seeing that Gaz was gritting her teeth in rage and trying to block out the sound of his annoying voice. Poor Dib. 'Ohh, I bet Zim won't last a minute out there without his death cannons and laser beams and… all that other stuff he likes! I'm so gunna win this bet!' Despite everything Gaz became slightly curious.

'Whatdya get if you win..?' she asked, not taking her eyes off the game she was playing. Dib looked embarrassed.

'I… don't know!' He said with a flourish. 'But victory will be sweet none the less!' Gaz left the room disgusted. Why had she even bothered asking? She should've known Dib to give such a dumb answer like that… Dib charged up to his room to prepare.