Dib Through The Mirror
By: Cartman's Girl

Notes: Yes, this is the sequel to the fanfic written by Spectra, entitled 'Dib in Wonderland'. What, you think we'd give up after having him go through THAT hell? Hah! Nice try. Some old favourites return in the sequel, as well as some unexpected faces. Be afraid, be very afraid…
Now that's over with, let the madness, begin.

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Chapter One: The Mirror and the Caucus Race

The chess board lay out, untouched on the table. It hadn't been touched in years, and Dib had recently just found it in the attic and decided to set it down in the living room, in the hopes either Gaz or his Dad would take up the opportunity to play with him. He was wrong. It had sat there for a good two weeks, and still it laid untouched. The Whites and Reds facing off at each other, and now Dib sat on the sofa staring at the pieces.

"…maybe I should start a game with myself… nah, that's too crazy." Dib mused to himself as he watched a fly land on the White King's head and proceed to clean itself. "Then again, my life isn't exactly normal…" he added. He had made a normal every day event of talking to himself, since it was the only decent way to get a good conversation or any conversation in his house. Either it involved games, pizza, soda or science. And he grew tired of all eventually.

He felt his eye lids getting heavy, and a yawn escaped his mouth as he rubbed his eyes. But Dib had recently encountered a very bizarre dream, and something told him that if he ever chanced falling asleep again, he'd go back there. So, Dib had been up every night since the horrible incident. And that was three weeks ago. Bags hung under his eyes, and his body was screaming for rest. But Dib's mind kept on reassuring the body that if they did go to sleep, horrible nasty doom-related pains would be inflicted upon them.

Up to now it had worked. Unfortunately Dib's body finally gave in, and he fell asleep, slumping down onto the sofa and falling into a deep deep sleep. Well he thought as much. A few minutes later his eyes flashed open and he sat up, not just because he was afraid of the dreams again, but he heard something.

Tap. Tap. Tap.

It was someone tapping, obviously. He glanced at the door, got off the sofa and went to answer it. He opened it, only to find nobody was stood there. He glanced up and down the pavement.

"…little punks." He muttered as he closed the door shut again. He turned back into the room, and he heard the tapping again, louder then before.

TAP. TAP. TAP.

"Who is it? Who's there?" Dib asked, his paranormal senses on high alert as the hair on the back of his neck started standing up. Something was happening, and it wasn't good. Answer came there none. And this was scarcely odd because, well no one else was in the room at all. Well, someone was there, just not in.

TAP. TAP. TAP.

Dib spun around on his heels towards where the sound was, it was coming from the mirror.

"…where did that mirror come from?" he asked aloud as he stared at it. He was right, it hadn't been there the day before, and it was gold rimmed and looked very old and antique like. "Maybe Dad got it today and didn't tell me or Gaz… but it isn't involving his image so…" Dib took a few tensive steps towards it, when suddenly a face greeted him in the mirror. It wasn't Dib, yet it was…

"YARGH!" Dib screamed and stood back in shock as the face grinned wickedly at him. He wasn't grinning wickedly, so why was his reflection grinning like that? And why did his reflection have such messy hair, torn clothing and weird looking boots?

"Well it's about time you got your rear end over here!" screamed the reflection at Dib, who was just shaking in fear.

"Who-who are you?!" Dib asked, his body telling him to just run and not stop to ask such stupid questions, but Dib's darn curiosity was getting the better of him. The cat was about to be killed.

"Well duh dude, I'm you." Replied the reflection, who then began biting it's nails.

"No you're not! My head isn't THAT big!" Dib snapped back, pointing at his reflection's head. Course, the reflection's head was the same size as his, he just didn't like admitting his head was over sized.

"HEY DON'T INSULT MY HEAD MAN!!" screamed the reflection who immediately stopped biting his nails and stood up, now fully visible in the mirror.

"Uh uh… so-sorry…!" Dib stammered in response, but then the unthinkable happened. His reflection leapt out from the mirror! Just like it was a doorway, the reflection Dib leapt out and landed in front of Dib, grinning madly still. Dib did what any normal person would do. Scream like a little girl and try to run. But his efforts of getting away were thwarted as his reflection grabbed him by the arm, and leapt back up to the mirror.

"Hey what are you doing?! Let me go!! Don't make me tell you again!!" Dib screamed hysterically as he kicked his legs, trying to get a kick at his reflection. The reflection just chuckled happily, and tossed Dib through the mirror.

"I knew I should have stayed in bed today…" Dib thought to himself as he went sailing through the mirror, and into the other world.

It was dark in the other world, barely no light was visible. The only light, was now and again a flash of lightning in the far distance, and the only sound the rumble of thunder.

Dib was falling.

"Oh great… not this again!" Dib yelled up at the darkness, "Is this all you got this time? Used up all your madness the first time so now I'm just gonna keep falling forever or something?! Well bring on your worst! I took on all that stuff before and I'll take it on again!" Dib just kept screaming at the darkness, unaware of the Slurpies he was passing as he fell, or the red crown or white crown.

KER-SPLASH!

Water, water water everywhere. Dib had landed quicker then he thought he would, so he wasn't ready for when wave upon wave gushed down onto him, filling his mouth with salty, icky water. He fought the currents, spitting out any of the nasty sea water that had crept into his mouth. The young boy flailed his arms and legs, trying to keep above the water, but nothing was working yet. He kept being pulled under. It seemed the more he swam, the more he sunk.

"Well… this is it… and to think, I didn't even get to save the world from Zim… maybe Gaz'll find my findings and go on against him for me… maybe…" Dib's eyes shut and he… Was floating on top of the water as if the storm wasn't happening?!

"What's going on here?!" Dib asked no one in particular. Maybe he was talking to the mouse that was just swimming past…

"Wait a minute, Mouse?!" Dib glanced after the furry body that was making it's way through the waves, not swimming either. Just floating. An idea hit Dib in the head, grab onto the Mouse and it might take him to freedom. So, Dib tried to get to the Mouse, but the Mouse vanished from sight!

"Oh no…" he muttered, seemed nothing was going his way, as usual. "This place is stupid!!" he screamed, but then bumped into something. Something furry, and wet.

"Mouse!" Dib declared as he saw a flash of large ears and big eyes. The mouse just squeaked in response, and before it knew anything it had a new appendage. A big headed boy gripping onto it's tail. Soon the storm died down, and Dib found himself on a beach, along with the mouse who now was beginning to look more and more like a familiar face.

"What the…" Dib started, but the Mouse-being turned to face him. He did know that face! "Old Kid?!"

"Old Kid? Who's Old Kid?" wheezed the Mouse, it's fur a unusual grey brownish colour.

"Oh.. uh… nothing, you just, kinda looked like someone I knew…" replied Dib, who just looked more confused now because the Mouse was now dry, while he was still sopping wet after his adventure in the sea.

"Oh. Well come on then, I've got an important lecture to give, and everyone of high standards will be there!" The Mouse declared, helping Dib to his feet.

"Lecture… what?" Dib tried to get an answer out of the Old Mouse, but the Old Mouse, who seemed to be going deaf turned and started walking towards the jungle which lay out in front of them. The jungle looked familiar, like Dib had been there before… in the distance he thought he saw a flash of red and purple, but they were gone as quickly as they appeared. So, Dib followed the Old Mouse, even though he had no idea where the old thing was leading him.

And he was even more surprised when he found that at some point, they had walked into a huge library. Well, it was a normal sized library, but since Dib was now probably the size of a Mouse, it seemed huge. The Old Mouse was now muttering to itself as it walked along, Dib tailing him, leaving a trail of water behind him.

"What am I going to talk about… what am I going to do…" he glanced back at Dib, to make sure he was still there. "But the only thing I'll talk about you can be sure it isn't new though!" he declared happily, as if talking about an old subject was good.

"Uh… all right then?" Dib asked. From his previous experience in a weird place, he was trying his best to fight the urge to ask question upon question. But it seemed the Old Mouse could hardly walk let alone talk. Finally they stopped near a chalk board, which on the words read "Slurpies".

"Slurpies…?" Dib mouthed to himself. Then Old Mouse took a stand besides him.

"Ah, here they are now!" he declared happily. But then he turned to Dib, as if just realising. "What's your name anyway?"

"Dib." Dib replied as he tried to see anyone approaching. Anyone normal anyway.

"Oh… such a shame." Old Mouse replied.

"Why is that a shame?" Dib turned to look at Old Mouse, then back again to where he was gazing and was shocked to see a small assembly of four people sat there. They resembled four students from his class… Melvin, Chunk, Mathew and Sarah. But they were all dressed quite oddly. Melvin wore clothing in the colours of grey with speckled black and brown, and a thick wooly scarf around his invisible neck. He also had a walking cane in one hand, and seemed very tired. Sarah was dressed very fancy like, but old lady fancy like. Colours of red, blue and green. And her hat had long red feathers sticking from the back. While Chunk just wore a dark brown jacket over a brown waist coat, and black pants with big boots. Lastly, Mathew wore a hat made of paper on his head, and mostly yellow clothing.

"Who are they…?" Dib asked Old Mouse,

"Oh that doesn't matter now. What matters now is you're wet, and my lecture is the dryest thing I've ever heard, and it will soon get you dry! Take a seat between Mr. Dodo and Ms. Lory." Old Mouse shooed Dib to the group, and he took a seat between Melvin and Sarah. Ms. Lory looked disgusted to have a wet Dib sit besides her, as did Mr. Dodo, both scooted away. Either his large head disturbed them, or they didn't want to get wet.

"Now let me clear my throat." Old Mouse declared, and coughed a few times, hacking up a brown fur ball which missed hitting Mathew in the head. "All right then!" Old Mouse, then produced some notes from his jacket pocket and began reading loudly. "William the Conqueror, whose cause was favoured by the Pope, was soon submitted-"

"URGH!" Ms. Lory just stood up suddenly and yelled, in a mixture of disgust and bewilderment. Old Mouse stared at her, as did everyone else in the room.

"Did you speak?" Old Mouse asked, somewhat annoyed.

"…I don't think so!" she replied, sitting down again. Old Mouse continued.

"Anyway. Was soon submitted to by the English, who wanted leaders, and had been of late much accustomed to usurpation and conquest. Edwin and Morcar, the ears of Merica and Northumbria, declared for him and even Stigand, the patriotic archbishop of Canterbury, found it advisable-" once again he was interupted, this time by Mathew, known as Mr. Duck.

"Found what?" he asked loudly, causing the group to look at him.

"Found IT." Old Mouse replied, "Of course you know what 'it' means!" he snapped. Mr. Duck looked confused for a moment.

"I know what 'it' means well enough, I'm not stupid!" Mr. Duck said, "it's generally a frog, or a worm! My question is what did the archbishop find?" Mr. Mouse seemed to ignore this question, and turned his head to Dib.

"How are you now? Any drier?" he asked, remembering the wet boy. Dib had sat quietly, trying to make sense of Old Mouse's lecture but so far was more muddled then before. He blinked out of his thoughts, and felt his hair.

"I'm still wet… it isn't drying me at all." Dib replied, folding his arms.

"Oh, well that's not good." Old Mouse replied. Suddenly Mr. Dodo got to his feet quickly.

"In that case, I move that the meeting adjourn, for the immediate adoption of more envergetic remedies to-" Mr. Dodo started, sounding highly unlike his normal loud happy self that Melvin was known for, was stopped by Mr. Eaglet – also known as Chunk.

"Speak English!" he declared. Mr. Dodo scratched his head.

"What I was going to say, was that the best thing to get the big headed kid here dry,"

"Hey!"

"Would be, a Caucus-Race!" Mr. Dodo declared, his head coming off from his neck as he cheered out the name of the race happily. This seemed to get quite a reaction.

"A Caucus-Race!" declared Ms. Lory, jumping to her feet.

"Oh I love a Caucus-Race!" Mr. Eaglet declared, who started doing sit ups, as if getting ready.

"Wait a minute, what's a Caucus-Rcae?" Dib asked,

"I'll pack a few things." Ms. Lory said as she ran past Dib.

"Now you're talking!" Mr. Duck replied happily.

"YES I am talking!" Dib yelled above the hubbub as the four kids lined up besides him. "What IS a Caucus-Race?" Dib asked anyone, and Old Mouse was nice enough to answer.

"The best way to explain a Caucus-Race, is to do it! On your MARK!"

Everyone got on their mark.

"Get set!"

Everyone got set.

"GO!"

The race had begun, but was it really a race? The four kids ran off in different directions, laughing hysterically or singing about a sandwich. They ran around books, over books, even defyed the laws of gravity at some point. Dib could only watch in confusement as the race continued, and he saw Mr. Eaglet trip up Mr. Duck.

"Hey, they're cheating!" Dib declared, pointing at Mr. Eaglet who ran off in another direction quickly.

"Heh, that's a Caucus-Race!" Old Mouse replied happily. But then he was grabbed by the wrists by Mr. Dodo and Mr. Duck.

"We declare you a prisioner of war!" Mr. Dodo declared, and the two started kicking Old Mouse in the legs as Ms. Lory and Mr. Eaglet joined in.

"Wait, wait!" Old Mouse screeched, and pointed to a small figurene that resembed Peepi, normal Peepi, oh yeah. "The finishing post!" he declared. Everyone stopped kicking him, and he was very glad for that.

"Who's won? Who's won?" Ms. Lory asked blankly,

"Why, everyone won! And we gotta get PRIZES!" Mr. Dodo's head once again hovered from his body before dropping back onto his neck again.

"But who's going to give us prizes?" Mr. Duck asked, scratching his head.

"…Dib will!" Ms. Lory declared turning to face Dib, her hand outstretched towards him. As did everyone else.

"Huh?" Dib was for one, surprised that he was the one who was to give out prizes. "I, I don't have any prizes…" he replied meekly. This seemed to anger everyone.

"What?! No prizes?!" Old Mouse declared, who coughed up another fur ball afterwards.

"We're supposed to get prizes!" Ms. Lory screeched, stomping her foot down on the ground.

"LET'S GET HIM!!" Mr. Duck screamed, pulling a paper sword from a pocket.

"ARGH!" Dib screamed, and soon went from sitting to running in about one second flat.

Dib just ran, it was the best thing he could do in this situation, isn't it? I mean, a group of four kids armed with… well, one armed with a paper sword but the others still had sticks so they could beat him! Soon he ran out of the library, when he had no idea but soon he found himself running in the woods. Trouble is, he seemed not to be getting anywhere. He looked down at his feet, yes, they were moving. But the scenery around him wasn't moving at all! Heck, he was looking at the same squirrel for about five minutes before he finally gave up trying to run, and collapsed on the ground.

THEN he was somewhere else.

"…this place is confusing!" Dib exclaimed to himself. Even though he knew this already, so his eyes wandered around the area. He then noted the ground. It was grass, but it was as hard as cement and it was made out like a checkers board. Meaning, there were squares made out in a pattern, but instead of white and red, it was dark green and light green.

"…gotta admit their gardner's good." Dib muttered to himself, as he got to his feet and began walking casually. Now this got him somewhere. He was watching some weird looking insects buzzing around, he swore he saw a rocking horse fly buzzing around. Well, all he could do now is wander around and wait to see where he ended up now, sure he was scared out of his wits but he had to get somewhere, and fast. He might end up stuck this time, because he had no idea how to wake himself out of this place. It was easy before, but now… now no one was there to wake him up.

"I'll be stuck here forever!" he thought suddenly, "Stuck in this horrible place… full of maddness and stupid things… kinda like home but still…" So, Dib kept on walking, and talking into the jungle, not knowing who or what he'll run into.




To be continued, dun dun dunnnnnn!!!!