Zim and Dib get high: the movie

Field Trip of Doom

Monday. The worst day of the week.

Dib dragged his backpack out the door with him, not having eaten anything. He was already late for school, and he was in an especially shitty mood because he recently ran dry and Prof. Membrane refused to restock on weed in order to "rebuild tolerance". He had spent Saturday night with Zim for a rather unexpected smoke sesh, and he was pretty sure that Zim stole all his weed after he fell asleep.
He walked slowly towards the Skool, both earbuds in blasting music. Not good music, though.

"Hey! Want a break from the ads? Why n-" he swiped up on his phone screen to get rid of the god awful interruptions. No music. No weed. No happiness. Just the usual Monday morning.

He walked into his classroom, not looking at anyone except Zim. He was doodling on a tissue. What the fuck?

"Dib, you're late, take your seat." Ms. Bitters sneered harshly. He did as he was told, not that he could do much else. As he walked past Zim to get to his desk, he got a quick glance at the doodle. A bong. Typical.

"Class, I regret to inform you that the principal has allowed you all to go on a field trip to the Natural History Museum tomorrow. I also regret to inform you that i'll be chaperoning all you twats." Ms. Bitters gripped the sides of her desk and stared at into the soul of each student. "If aren't able to attend, you'll be sent to the underground classroom."

The underground classroom was for tweekers and weirdos. Not just any weirdos, but like, weirdos. He would just stay home, but with no weed, theres not much of a point. He figured this would be the only way for him to have even a little fun.

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"Did you hear about Professor Membrane's new study? I turns out certain strains of weed can reduce the risk of cancer." Said a student at the lunch table that Dib happened to be passing by.

"Yeah. He's my dad y'know." Dib said proudly. He's still doesn't quite understand that joining a conversation uninvited is socially unacceptable. And it doesn't help that he's literally the most hated kid in school.

"Yeah right, fat head. There's no way someone as famous as Professor Membrane is your dad, idiot. You lie about everything. Is he also an alien?" The child snickered, high fiving the other children at the table. Kids are weird.

"My last name is literally Membrane."

"You wish. Eat shit and die."

Dib stared blankly at the kid for a few seconds before walking away calmly. He was secretly fuming though. What a complete fucking asshole.

"DIB-STINK!" A piercing screech suddenly echoed throughout Dib's core. Zim was behind him, tugging on his coat.

"Yeah?" He said in the most unenthusiastic way a human could muster.

"Zim was wondering if he should kill those children for you." He pointed an angry finger towards the table of kids that had cussed out Dib. Dib couldn't help but laugh a little bit.

"No, it's okay Zim." Dib gently patted the aliens head. Zim had been much more friendly after their little hang out, which Dib wasn't expecting at all. He was expecting that Zim would pretend it didn't happen and accuse him of lying if he ever brought it up.

"Only Zim can talk to you that way. I am your mortal enemy! NOT THEM!"

"I know, Zim." He sighed, amused.

Gaz gagged from across the room. Those two were insufferable.
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Dib grabbed his bag from his desk chair and tapped the pockets of his jeans to check if he had everything.

Phone, check. Keys, check. Wallet, check. Emergency dab pen.
...
EMERGENCY DAB PEN?
Nope. Not there.

"DIB! Get your ass down here before we're late for the field trip!" Gaz screamed from downstairs. Dib just decided to forget about it and headed out the door with his sister.