In town with no name, there is a little green house with a red roof. It has four windows, with three on its front and one on the back; each the same bright hue as the roof. Its door is blue with a white 'Men's Room' sign close to the top, and a small lamp over it lights the sidewalk. The lawn is generally clean; if you do not count the many pieces of trash others carelessly throw to the ground. Abnormally large gnomes rest on top of its soil.

No one knew how an odd house like that ended up on a street where each building is the same as the next, almost like clones, and frankly; no one cared. Either that or they were to busy to notice.

The one thing they did notice, however, is the big headed, black cloaked, black haired child with large glasses hiding in some bushes in front of said house. The boy held a camera in one hand, and a pair of binoculars in the other. He held the binoculars to his face and peered into the house's window; the one to the left.

"Now, let's see what our little alien friend is up to today, hm?" He said, quickly lowering the binoculars and following that up with: "'Our' being 'My'... And 'Let's' being... 'Let me'... Geh, I really need to stop talking to myself."

The boy lifted the binoculars back up, eyebrows furrowed. He couldn't see what he was looking for. He checked all the other windows, and could see nothing. No movement whatsoever.

"... Urg... Where is he?" The boy huffed, annoyed. He looked around, as if making sure no one was watching him, stood up and sighed. He guessed he'd just have to check tomor-

The gnomes on the lawn jerked around to face him, causing the boy jump up and squeal. He covered his face to protect himself instead of doing what a normal person would do in that situation which is running screaming into their house and curling up into a ball under their bedsheets for around two hours. Instead, he prepared himself for instant pain he was sure would travel through his body. He opened his eyes to see...

The gnomes were just staring at him, their eyes following his movements. The boy was confused. Why aren't they shooting lasers at him? Why aren't they trying to grab him by the arms and throw him away from their master's base?

The boy sighed. This was too unusual for him, and he was used to unusual stuff; this just cut the cake.

"I better get some tools to investigate. If his robot gnomes are broken, I can dismantle one and maybe... Use them against him!" The boy looked at his new experiment for a moment, then realized something. He growled and whispered. "... And my tools are at home."

He turned around to get his supplies, and he came face to face with one of the most horrifying beings that existed on the planet Earth. It looked at him dead in the eyes with coldness and hatred. It's dark purple hair waved slightly in the soft wind, and the machine in it's hand beeped with an intimidating tone. The boy screamed at the top of his lungs, receiving stares from everyone within earshot; that being, everyone within a 100 meter radius.

It was his sister.

She looked up from her game and at him for a millisecond in annoyance before returning to her brand new Game Slave 3.

"Stop yelling, Dib. I'm right here." She said, pressing buttons faster than the boy, Dib, had ever seen before. "We have to go."

Dib immediately rejected that idea and started babbling about aliens and big-foots and chewbacabras; generally all the things his sibling didn't want to hear.

"But Gaz! Zim hasn't been at Skool for three days! That alien MUST be up to something! And It's my job as Earth's sole defender to stop him!" Dib explained, not bothering to hide his hatred toward the inhabitant of the green house. "He might have another human subject; remember Nick! Or-or maybe he's making an evil weapon of... evil! He might- AUGH!"

The paranormalist screamed and fell to the ground in a heap. His hand instinctively held his cheek in pain.

"Let's go." Gaz quickly wiped off her hand and continued her game single-handedly. She grabbed her brothers foot with her free hand and began dragging him. He slid along the sidewalk with ease, which was uncalled for, because his head looked heavy enough to make ditches in it.

"WHY'D YOU SLAP ME!" Dib yelled, louder than he intended to. He quickly quieted down at his sister's glare. He learned something important about life; don't make Gaz angry, and you'll have a long and happy one.

"Dad said he has a surprise for us. He told me to come and get you." Gaz said, as if it was completely obvious. It wasn't obvious. Dib's mouth went slack.

"Dad? He's home!" He gasped, eyes open wider than his head; which means really big. He tried to squirm out of is sisters grip, but it was impossible. "But-but he's never home! What does he want? This is about the vampire cow in the basement, isn't it! It was an accident! The vampire bat and the cow were attracted to each other! I couldn't control that!"

"Shut up, Dib!" She hissed with disgust, not looking up from her GS3. "I'm about to beat the final boss level!"

Neather of the children noticed an owl with bright white wings fly towards the alien's house.