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| - Zim: Delicious, delicious! Zim: I'm normal! Dib: How I am I still the only one who sees Zim's an alien? I mean, come on! Come on! COME ON! Gaz: Why do you have to have a head? Dib: Gaz! I want you to see this. Today, things are gonna change. I'm gonna do... something! I'm not just gonna sit back and watch Zim get away with his... his... things he do! Dib: I mean— Gaz: "Things he DO"? What's your problem? Dib: Oh, you know what I mean! I'm just... I have to do something about it. Something... new! And SOON! Dib: NOW! Zim: What? WHO?! Gaz: That... that was horrible. Zim: WHOOO DID THIS?! Zim: Who dares to soil my normal boy head with this... PORK-COW?! Poonchy: THAT'S A STINKIN' MUFFIN! Zim: Silence! Whatever this is, I will find the beast who threw it. I WILL FIND YOU! Sleep peacefully now, for it is the last peaceful sleep you will KNOW FROM THIS MOMENT ON! Child (O.S.): BUT WE'RE NOT ASLEEP RIGHT NOW! Dib: Heh, wow. Gaz: Actually, that was kinda funny. Dib (mumbling): Thank you, Mr. President... Dib: What?! Wh-wh-what's happening?! Dib: Who—what—what are you?! Dib: And... why did you transform into giant shoes? Meekrob (unison): We are beings of pure energy. This is merely a form your human brain can understand. Dib: But... you just looked like aliens before you turned into shoes. Meekrob: Mmm... yes, but you couldn't comprehend that. Dib: Yes, I could. Meekrob: Oh, forget that, already. Now, Dib—Dib... whatever your last name is. Dib: That's right. Meekrob: We are the Meekrob, and we have a common enemy, Dib. The Irken Empire. We are busy fighting them on our own planet, but have come to offer you a gift that can aid in your battle with them. Dib: Aagh—nyah—OW, it hurts! Meekrob: Yes. You now have the power to defend the Earth like never before. Dib: Why... Why did you choose me? Meekrob: You are the worthiest, Dib. And, nobody's had a head large enough to accommodate so much power. Now, rest. Dib: A dream? Was it a dream? I feel... odd. Dib: What an amazing morning, isn't it? Dib: No, really! Something's... different. Dib: It wasn't a dream. I really was chosen! Prof. Membrane: Son, your looking in good spirits today! You must've finally seen the light about studying real science! Dib: No, dad! These alien shoes came into my room, and gave me some kind of gift! I know that sounds, but it's true! Prof. Membrane: Those aliens were demented hullocinations! Prof. Membrane: But, your DNA does seem to have evolved beyond that of normal human beings! Gaz: Hmm, I... guess I'm sorry about being so mean to you all those times, then. Dib: This is... this is just incredible! I should... I should see if this whatever-it-is really will help me deal with Zim! I gonna head over to his base! Hey..., I'm speaking out loud to myself in an unnatural manner. Oh well! Dib (O.S.): I AM DIB! Dib: Oh, man! That was great! Dib: Time for some serious note-taking! Dib: No! I'm sick of waiting and watching! I should take action! I'm... talking out loud some more! Odd! I'm going for it! Dib (O.S.): DIB, D-DIB-DIB-D-DIB! Zim: Huh? Dib: I've got a few things to tell you, Zim. Dib: And that's all I have to say about that. Zim: Ehh... okay. Zim: I can't argue with that, Dib. You've won. I'm giving myself up to the Earth authorities. Zim: It's been nice working with you, GIR! Now, self-destruct. GIR: Finally! Ehehehehee! Dib: This feeling! The power! It isn't going away! Things really are going to be different for me! At last! 'T.V. Reporter (O.S.): You've opened the world's eyes to the existence of aliens, Dib! 'T.V. Reporter: Now what? Dib: There are many other mysteries still unsolved. I figured, you know, I'll do some of that. Dib: Ladies and gentlemen, ghosts! William Shakespeare: Hey. Man on broom: How're you doing? David Spade: Dib rocks! Britney: Oh, I love you, Dib! Dib: ... and to prove that the lake's spooky monster is real, this task force has granted me permission to drain the lake. Reporter: What's left to be discovered now, Dib? Zim: Dib! Dib: It's been years, Zim. Zim: Twenty of your years to be precise, enduring these indignities. The only reason I have not tried to escape is because it amuses me. Dib: Amuses you to what? Zim: Ah, yes. The invasion. Dib: I didn't ask you about the invasion. Zim: Oh, you didn't? Well, you were supposed to. Well, they'll be here. The armada will come and there's nothing you can do about it. Dib: We'll see, Zim. We'll see. Dib: To better study the coming alien menace... Dib: I am proud to introduce the Dib Institute of Paranormal Studies/School of Paranormal Tolerance/Museum/Snack Bar. Man: Sir, they're coming! Dib: The Massive: the armada capital ship. The side pods are filled with snacks. It's their weak spot. Alpha, you'll be bringing down the Massive. Soldier: But, Dib -- sir, who will lead alpha squadron? Red: Our snacks! It's over! Retreat! Dib: ... And that's how I won the "Greatest Person Ever to Live" award. Host: You've lived quite a full life, haven't you, Sir Dib? Dib: Yes, Alan. It was everything I could have hoped for, and more. And I even got to ride a moose. Alan (laughs): And who could forget that day? Yes, well, we thank you for sharing your incredible life with us and for allowing the human race to survive. Dib: Oh, yes. You're welcome. Alan: And, oh, if I may say, there's one final question that would settle the curiosity of your many fans. Did you throw the muffin at Zim's head? Dib: Wow, that's going back a long ways. As a matter of fact, I did. Zim: Aha! Zim: I knew it! I knew it was you! Dib: What? There aren't shoe aliens? Zim: Get out. Zim: Oh, just one more thing. Dib: You stink, Zim.
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