-A/N: Wooh meh 3rd story on here! I want to thank you all for the nice reviews I received on my last 2 stories! Now, the reason I have 2 chapters in 1 is because these chapters are short and aren't meant to be combined. This story also starts off slow, but once you get into it I think you'll like it. Wee!-

Chapter 1

Rain. It’s that dreary substance that falls from the sky in tiny drops or in massive sheets, depending on how much the cloud decides to release. Sometimes it stings people with its iciness on cold days or warms them on other days. The story begins on a gloomy day in late August. It was a steady rain; the droplets were warm and continued to pour throughout the entire day. Most people stayed indoors, except for the few who needed to run errands every so often. The weather was so bleak that it caused great irritation to certain individuals, one being Zim.

He had diminished his supply of paste weeks ago due to the frequent number of thunderstorms in his area. Because there was none left, he hadn’t gone to school in several weeks. He realized Dib would become very suspicious if he didn’t return soon. Earlier Gir had suggested Zim should make his own paste. It would have been perfect if Gir had not said, “Water and flour makes paste! I saw that on TV once!” The problem wasn’t how Zim would mix the two substances without burning his skin. He just didn’t have the flour. The only way to get some would require him to go out into the rain. A loophole wasn’t what Zim had in mind. And he certainly couldn’t trust Gir to buy flour for him. He would just have to wait it out. He would be waiting for a long time.

During the time Zim would be waiting, Dib would be compiling information dealing with the most powerful of sleeping gels.

Chapter 2

“What are you trying to do son? And why are you playing in my lab?” Professor Membrane asked with his hands on his hips. Dib groaned and placed his father’s gravity stick aside. The gravity stick was an invention created by Membrane and two other scientists in the Membrane labs. Its use was to alter gravity without having to be in space. If someone were to be zapped by it, he or she would start floating away until zapped again. “I’m not playing around in here dad! Playing is for kids who don’t think an alien is out there trying to destroy Earth! Right now I’m decoding a sleeping gel formula that is written in another language,” Dib explained as he pointed to the computer in front of him.

“So you are. What are you doing with my gravity stick then? You know you’re supposed to ask me before touching any of my lab equipment.” Dib picked up the gravity stick in his hands and looked it over before saying, “I considered zapping Zim with this so he’d just float away and Earth would be saved from his clutches.” Membrane tore the gravity stick from Dib’s hands in one swift motion and glowered at him. “This was not meant to be used as a toy! It’s not a water gun! Besides, it has backfired on several people. Poor, poor Frank…” Dib lowered his voice and asked, “What happened to Frank?” His dad shook his head sadly and walked out of the room. “Oookay…that idea went down the drain,” Dib muttered.