1 Part Three – Callista Once Lived Here
- By Invader Mel
2 Act One – Meeting With A Mysterious Person
3 A girl with long blue hair (she's human, by the way) is seen coming home from skool. She's about Dib's height, wears glasses, and has a shirt that reads: They're here! (Like the poster in Dib's room). She also wears a coat like Dib and black pants. She takes hours doing her homework, which is shown on the clock above her. Her name is Callista. She is a year younger than in the other stories.
Callista: Finally! Well, I guess I only have a few hours of free time, then.
She walks into her room, which is half like a regular room with pink wall paper and a bed; half white wall paper with test tubes, computers, etc. Callista sits down and types on the computer.
Callista: Let's see... The matter structure of a wormhole is so immense that its density could be detected using a metal device that follows the standards of my composition theory of physics beyond this reality. Yes, I suppose this will do. After all, it's just the fourth grade science fair! I do believe that my implications for time travel are a bit complex for the average child, so I will need to cut down on the vocabulary just a bit. Oh, but I already have made it less complex than I'm used to! Oh, well. I don't want it so confusing that my teacher doesn't understand!
Caption: In Dib's reality
Dib is sleeping and wakes up. He goes to skool at the normal time. Dib is in class, as usual, when a girl comes into the classroom. The girl is Callista. Ms. Bitters doesn't announce her to the rest of the class, but she takes a now empty seat next to Dib.
Callista: Hi, my name's Callista. What's yours?
Dib (hesitantly): Um... Dib. Nice meeting you.
Callista: What's the matter? Aren't you used to talking?
Dib: Well, I don't really have any friends to talk to in the first place.
Callista: I'll be your friend.
Dib: No, you see, I'm into the paranormal.
Callista: What's wrong with that?
Dib: You mean you don't think I'm weird?
Callista: Of course not. I have my own research. I'm making a folder on it right now.
Dib: What in specific?
Callista: It goes into dimensions, parallel universes, wormholes...
Dib: Wormholes? I've been in one. So has the rest of this moronic class, but they don't even know it.
Callista: Frustration with stupidity, huh? Same with me. That's why I don't have any friends. That is, until you came along. I know how to deal with it though. You seem like you could be my friend.
Dib: Really? You consider me as a friend? I have a friend?
Callista: Surprising, isn't it? Same with me.
Dib: Wow... I never met anyone into the paranormal... It's amazing! Practically a miracle!
Callista: Maybe it was. I stumbled upon this dimension by accident you know. I got the proton arrangement incorrect and wound up here. All for the best I suppose. At least I didn't end up some place and time with no oxygen to breathe.
Dib: Thank goodness that didn't happen.
Callista: Yeah. I lost everything though, all my equipment got left behind. I'm still puzzled on exactly how that occurred.
Dib: I'll help you get home.
Callista: Really? I'm not sure I want to go home just yet...
Dib: Do you have a place to stay?
Callista: What? Oh, no, I don't.
Dib: You can stay at my house. I'm sure Dad won't mind having company so long as you don't have a home to go to.
Callista: I don't want to be of any trouble.
Dib: Nonsense! I'd be glad to have you there! After all, I invited you.
Callista: That's only because you feel sorry for me.
Dib: No, I have more than one reason. You're very nice.
Callista: How do you know that? You barely know me.
Dib: I think you're nice. You seem nice.
Callista: On one condition.
Dib: What condition might that be?
Callista: I do your chores every other week.
Dib: (sarcastically) You sure make a hard bargain. (Not sarcastically) I accept.
Callista: It's a deal, then.
Dib: Good.
Dib walked home with Gaz as usual.
Dib: ...And so I'm going to meet her at McMeaties this afternoon. She is SO cool. I never met anyone into the paranormal as much as I am! She's very pretty too. She's also organized. Very, very organized. She showed me her basic tools and they're really neat!
Gaz: Aren't you getting a little obsessive?
Dib: What are you talking about?
Gaz: All you've been talking about was this Callista. For TEN minutes straight. Really fast too. I may not be too keen on the subject, but have you thought that you may like her as more than a friend?
Dib: What? No, that's silly! I'm just excited by having a friend, that's all! Besides, I always talk fast when it's something really important, like something to do with the paranormal.
Gaz: You're obsessed with the paranormal, haven't you noticed lately?
Dib: Yeah, but that doesn't mean that I'm in love. That's stupid.
Gaz: I'll leave now. I can't stand another second of your ramblings about Callista. I'm tired of hearing about her.
Dib: I hope that's not true because she's staying with us. She doesn't have a place to go. I have to take her home.
Gaz: (furiously) You invited her over? What'd she do, run away?
Dib: She didn't run away. You wouldn't believe what happened. She came from another dimension. You may be right about one thing – we're not just any friends. She's from another reality!
Gaz: Whatever.
They continued home until at last it was time to meet Callista. Dib met her at McMeaties and brought her home.
Dib: You can get something to eat at home. The burgers there are rotten and have dead flies on them. Look, here we are.
Callista: Wow, you have some cool stuff. Look at the size of that telescope! Is that a satellite? Is it the same one you used to find out that Zim was coming?
Dib: Why yes it is. You'll see some pretty neat things.
Callista: What kinds of things?
Dib: You'll find out.
Callista: Speaking of finding out, what are we going to eat?
Dib: Whatever you want.
Callista: Oh, no, I couldn't possibly make you go through the trouble of – okay. I want spaghetti.
Dib: Spaghetti? I wonder where they serve that...
Callista: Hmm... I think they serve it at the Italian restaurant around the block. I think it's expensive though.
Dib: I'll find a way to pay for it. We can go right now if you'd like.
Callista: Does your sister even like spaghetti?
Gaz: I'm going to get some pizza from Bloaty's Pizza Hog.
Dib: I guess we'll be going alone, then. Just the two of us.
Callista: I guess I'd better bring some of my own money to help pay for the meal.
Dib: No, I'll handle it.
Callista: Thanks, that's very kind of you.
They walked to the restaurant and arrived ten minutes after leaving.
Callista: I'll have the spaghetti.
Dib: Me too.
The waiter brought the food in shortly.
Callista: Thank you waiter.
Dib: Yeah, thanks. This is delicious.
Callista: You know, this food's going to cost a lot.
Dib: I've been saving my allowance.
Callista: Weren't you going to spend that money on a kit for capturing Zim?
Dib: Yeah, but you're worth it. Speaking of you, you look nice tonight.
Callista: Thanks, but I'm just dressed casually.
Dib: Where'd you get that shirt? It's like my poster. My poster reads: 'They're here' and has a flying saucer nearby.
Callista: I got it in another dimension, so they might not have it here.
Dib: You're right. You know, your hair looks nice. I don't recall seeing blue hair before. It doesn't look like you dyed it; it's much prettier than that.
Callista: Thanks. You're right. I didn't dye it; it's natural. Kids made fun of me though.
Dib: I don't see any reason to make fun of you.
Callista: Thanks. You've been kinder to me than anyone else has.
Dib: Wow. So have you. That's real important to me. I can't afford to lose a friend, and why would I be so stupid as to be unkind to you? I really like you.
Callista: I really like you too.
Dib: I notice you wear glasses. I was made fun of because of that. When I was in the first grade some kids took my glasses away and told me a ghost was chasing me.
Callista: One kid kicked them off of me, and when I struggled to find them, they stepped on me.
Dib: That really hurts. I know.
Callista: Yeah, but as soon as I found my glasses I kicked that kid with twice his strength.
Dib: A boy did that? How dare he pick on a girl! Especially you! Not that I'm implying you're weak or anything, it's just impolite.
Callista: I know you're not implying that. Actually, the kids that pick on me think I'm weak when they see me, but anything they do to me I can and will do back, and with more strength as well.
Dib: It serves them right. Jerks. Anyone pick on you today? I didn't see you at recess.
Callista: Yeah, some kid punched me while I was cleaning my glasses.
Dib: WHO?
Callista: I don't know his name.
Dib: What did he look like? I'll get him for you!
Callista: No, he'll squash you like a bug!
Dib: I don't care! I've been squashed for stupider reasons!
Callista: It's okay; I'm fine.
Dib: I have to protect you because I love you!
Callista: You what?
Dib: I guess I do. I – I love you.
Callista: Wow...that's...interesting.
Dib: I don't like the sounds of that. I guess you don't care for me, do you?
Callista: I guess not. I'm so sorry! I like you as a friend! I really do! Don't be upset!
Dib: No, I can't. I love being around you, but I don't think we can be good friends if I love you but you don't. I've lost my appetite.
Callista: Don't leave yet!
Dib: I have to. Good-bye.
Dib paid for the meal and left.
Callista: I can't imagine this. Dib was my only friend. He was kind, paid for dinner instead of getting something that he desired for such a long time, and he – he made me feel loved. I guess I do love him. Why'd I have to be so stupid? Now he's gone forever! Wait – I know where he lives! I'll just ring the doorbell and tell him the truth!
Callista ran to Dib's house and rang the doorbell. She heard Dib crying from inside the house. Dib walked to the door and answered it with some tears at his eyes.
Dib: Hi.
Callista: Listen, Dib, I wasn't serious at the restaurant!
Dib: Don't say that you like me just because you feel bad. Good-bye.
Callista: Can I at least stay here? You know I don't have a place to go to.
Dib: Oh, I forgot. I'm sorry. Come on in.
Callista: Look, I'm really sorry. After I thought about it, I really do love you! I really do! I'm not just saying that! I promise! Think about it! A true friend wouldn't lie! I wouldn't lie to make you feel better! I comfort people with the truth! Do you know why? If I lied and you ever found out, then you would be sadder than ever! I don't want that!
Dib: I believe you.
Callista: Tell me again, why do you love me? I'm just curious.
Dib: Well, I love the way you smile, the way you talk, and the way you are. I'm in love with your personality more than anything else.
Callista: Do you really mean it?
Dib: Yes. It's rather cold tonight; sit down.
Callista sat down.
Callista: So, where're those cool tools and equipment you were talking about?
Dib: Oh, that. I'm not sure now. I'm just glad that you came to this dimension.
Dib and Callista looked into each other's eyes as they held hands. Dib kissed Callista's hand.
Dib: I know what to do.
- By Invader Mel
2 Act One – Meeting With A Mysterious Person
3 A girl with long blue hair (she's human, by the way) is seen coming home from skool. She's about Dib's height, wears glasses, and has a shirt that reads: They're here! (Like the poster in Dib's room). She also wears a coat like Dib and black pants. She takes hours doing her homework, which is shown on the clock above her. Her name is Callista. She is a year younger than in the other stories.
Callista: Finally! Well, I guess I only have a few hours of free time, then.
She walks into her room, which is half like a regular room with pink wall paper and a bed; half white wall paper with test tubes, computers, etc. Callista sits down and types on the computer.
Callista: Let's see... The matter structure of a wormhole is so immense that its density could be detected using a metal device that follows the standards of my composition theory of physics beyond this reality. Yes, I suppose this will do. After all, it's just the fourth grade science fair! I do believe that my implications for time travel are a bit complex for the average child, so I will need to cut down on the vocabulary just a bit. Oh, but I already have made it less complex than I'm used to! Oh, well. I don't want it so confusing that my teacher doesn't understand!
Caption: In Dib's reality
Dib is sleeping and wakes up. He goes to skool at the normal time. Dib is in class, as usual, when a girl comes into the classroom. The girl is Callista. Ms. Bitters doesn't announce her to the rest of the class, but she takes a now empty seat next to Dib.
Callista: Hi, my name's Callista. What's yours?
Dib (hesitantly): Um... Dib. Nice meeting you.
Callista: What's the matter? Aren't you used to talking?
Dib: Well, I don't really have any friends to talk to in the first place.
Callista: I'll be your friend.
Dib: No, you see, I'm into the paranormal.
Callista: What's wrong with that?
Dib: You mean you don't think I'm weird?
Callista: Of course not. I have my own research. I'm making a folder on it right now.
Dib: What in specific?
Callista: It goes into dimensions, parallel universes, wormholes...
Dib: Wormholes? I've been in one. So has the rest of this moronic class, but they don't even know it.
Callista: Frustration with stupidity, huh? Same with me. That's why I don't have any friends. That is, until you came along. I know how to deal with it though. You seem like you could be my friend.
Dib: Really? You consider me as a friend? I have a friend?
Callista: Surprising, isn't it? Same with me.
Dib: Wow... I never met anyone into the paranormal... It's amazing! Practically a miracle!
Callista: Maybe it was. I stumbled upon this dimension by accident you know. I got the proton arrangement incorrect and wound up here. All for the best I suppose. At least I didn't end up some place and time with no oxygen to breathe.
Dib: Thank goodness that didn't happen.
Callista: Yeah. I lost everything though, all my equipment got left behind. I'm still puzzled on exactly how that occurred.
Dib: I'll help you get home.
Callista: Really? I'm not sure I want to go home just yet...
Dib: Do you have a place to stay?
Callista: What? Oh, no, I don't.
Dib: You can stay at my house. I'm sure Dad won't mind having company so long as you don't have a home to go to.
Callista: I don't want to be of any trouble.
Dib: Nonsense! I'd be glad to have you there! After all, I invited you.
Callista: That's only because you feel sorry for me.
Dib: No, I have more than one reason. You're very nice.
Callista: How do you know that? You barely know me.
Dib: I think you're nice. You seem nice.
Callista: On one condition.
Dib: What condition might that be?
Callista: I do your chores every other week.
Dib: (sarcastically) You sure make a hard bargain. (Not sarcastically) I accept.
Callista: It's a deal, then.
Dib: Good.
Dib walked home with Gaz as usual.
Dib: ...And so I'm going to meet her at McMeaties this afternoon. She is SO cool. I never met anyone into the paranormal as much as I am! She's very pretty too. She's also organized. Very, very organized. She showed me her basic tools and they're really neat!
Gaz: Aren't you getting a little obsessive?
Dib: What are you talking about?
Gaz: All you've been talking about was this Callista. For TEN minutes straight. Really fast too. I may not be too keen on the subject, but have you thought that you may like her as more than a friend?
Dib: What? No, that's silly! I'm just excited by having a friend, that's all! Besides, I always talk fast when it's something really important, like something to do with the paranormal.
Gaz: You're obsessed with the paranormal, haven't you noticed lately?
Dib: Yeah, but that doesn't mean that I'm in love. That's stupid.
Gaz: I'll leave now. I can't stand another second of your ramblings about Callista. I'm tired of hearing about her.
Dib: I hope that's not true because she's staying with us. She doesn't have a place to go. I have to take her home.
Gaz: (furiously) You invited her over? What'd she do, run away?
Dib: She didn't run away. You wouldn't believe what happened. She came from another dimension. You may be right about one thing – we're not just any friends. She's from another reality!
Gaz: Whatever.
They continued home until at last it was time to meet Callista. Dib met her at McMeaties and brought her home.
Dib: You can get something to eat at home. The burgers there are rotten and have dead flies on them. Look, here we are.
Callista: Wow, you have some cool stuff. Look at the size of that telescope! Is that a satellite? Is it the same one you used to find out that Zim was coming?
Dib: Why yes it is. You'll see some pretty neat things.
Callista: What kinds of things?
Dib: You'll find out.
Callista: Speaking of finding out, what are we going to eat?
Dib: Whatever you want.
Callista: Oh, no, I couldn't possibly make you go through the trouble of – okay. I want spaghetti.
Dib: Spaghetti? I wonder where they serve that...
Callista: Hmm... I think they serve it at the Italian restaurant around the block. I think it's expensive though.
Dib: I'll find a way to pay for it. We can go right now if you'd like.
Callista: Does your sister even like spaghetti?
Gaz: I'm going to get some pizza from Bloaty's Pizza Hog.
Dib: I guess we'll be going alone, then. Just the two of us.
Callista: I guess I'd better bring some of my own money to help pay for the meal.
Dib: No, I'll handle it.
Callista: Thanks, that's very kind of you.
They walked to the restaurant and arrived ten minutes after leaving.
Callista: I'll have the spaghetti.
Dib: Me too.
The waiter brought the food in shortly.
Callista: Thank you waiter.
Dib: Yeah, thanks. This is delicious.
Callista: You know, this food's going to cost a lot.
Dib: I've been saving my allowance.
Callista: Weren't you going to spend that money on a kit for capturing Zim?
Dib: Yeah, but you're worth it. Speaking of you, you look nice tonight.
Callista: Thanks, but I'm just dressed casually.
Dib: Where'd you get that shirt? It's like my poster. My poster reads: 'They're here' and has a flying saucer nearby.
Callista: I got it in another dimension, so they might not have it here.
Dib: You're right. You know, your hair looks nice. I don't recall seeing blue hair before. It doesn't look like you dyed it; it's much prettier than that.
Callista: Thanks. You're right. I didn't dye it; it's natural. Kids made fun of me though.
Dib: I don't see any reason to make fun of you.
Callista: Thanks. You've been kinder to me than anyone else has.
Dib: Wow. So have you. That's real important to me. I can't afford to lose a friend, and why would I be so stupid as to be unkind to you? I really like you.
Callista: I really like you too.
Dib: I notice you wear glasses. I was made fun of because of that. When I was in the first grade some kids took my glasses away and told me a ghost was chasing me.
Callista: One kid kicked them off of me, and when I struggled to find them, they stepped on me.
Dib: That really hurts. I know.
Callista: Yeah, but as soon as I found my glasses I kicked that kid with twice his strength.
Dib: A boy did that? How dare he pick on a girl! Especially you! Not that I'm implying you're weak or anything, it's just impolite.
Callista: I know you're not implying that. Actually, the kids that pick on me think I'm weak when they see me, but anything they do to me I can and will do back, and with more strength as well.
Dib: It serves them right. Jerks. Anyone pick on you today? I didn't see you at recess.
Callista: Yeah, some kid punched me while I was cleaning my glasses.
Dib: WHO?
Callista: I don't know his name.
Dib: What did he look like? I'll get him for you!
Callista: No, he'll squash you like a bug!
Dib: I don't care! I've been squashed for stupider reasons!
Callista: It's okay; I'm fine.
Dib: I have to protect you because I love you!
Callista: You what?
Dib: I guess I do. I – I love you.
Callista: Wow...that's...interesting.
Dib: I don't like the sounds of that. I guess you don't care for me, do you?
Callista: I guess not. I'm so sorry! I like you as a friend! I really do! Don't be upset!
Dib: No, I can't. I love being around you, but I don't think we can be good friends if I love you but you don't. I've lost my appetite.
Callista: Don't leave yet!
Dib: I have to. Good-bye.
Dib paid for the meal and left.
Callista: I can't imagine this. Dib was my only friend. He was kind, paid for dinner instead of getting something that he desired for such a long time, and he – he made me feel loved. I guess I do love him. Why'd I have to be so stupid? Now he's gone forever! Wait – I know where he lives! I'll just ring the doorbell and tell him the truth!
Callista ran to Dib's house and rang the doorbell. She heard Dib crying from inside the house. Dib walked to the door and answered it with some tears at his eyes.
Dib: Hi.
Callista: Listen, Dib, I wasn't serious at the restaurant!
Dib: Don't say that you like me just because you feel bad. Good-bye.
Callista: Can I at least stay here? You know I don't have a place to go to.
Dib: Oh, I forgot. I'm sorry. Come on in.
Callista: Look, I'm really sorry. After I thought about it, I really do love you! I really do! I'm not just saying that! I promise! Think about it! A true friend wouldn't lie! I wouldn't lie to make you feel better! I comfort people with the truth! Do you know why? If I lied and you ever found out, then you would be sadder than ever! I don't want that!
Dib: I believe you.
Callista: Tell me again, why do you love me? I'm just curious.
Dib: Well, I love the way you smile, the way you talk, and the way you are. I'm in love with your personality more than anything else.
Callista: Do you really mean it?
Dib: Yes. It's rather cold tonight; sit down.
Callista sat down.
Callista: So, where're those cool tools and equipment you were talking about?
Dib: Oh, that. I'm not sure now. I'm just glad that you came to this dimension.
Dib and Callista looked into each other's eyes as they held hands. Dib kissed Callista's hand.
Dib: I know what to do.