A shadow loams in the dusty ground. The Salty Spittoon becomes eerily quiet as the stranger walks up to the bar and orders a drink.
"What'll it be?" Crazy Dib, the bar man asked.
"A large, classic Poop," the blue-eyed cowboy answered.
"Listen here, stranger," Crazy Dib whispered. "You're new 'round here and I always like to help people. If I were you, I'd leave as soon as I got my drink."
"Why?" the cowboy looked the bar man in the eye. "Boss says I need to get some supplies."
"Now I don't know who your boss is but if you're doing any business here you'll have to deal with Wild Tak," warned the bar man.
"I've never heard of Wild Tak," noted the blue-eyed cowboy.
Before Crazy Dib could tell the stranger all about Wild Tak, the strangest sight slammed the doors open.
"Gir! I thought I told you not to talk to the filthy locals!" Zim growled, Mini Moose and Skoodge following behind him.
"Aww, Boss! I was just getting' some snacks," Gir said. "'Sides, they seem nice."
"You! You're Zim the destructive! And you! You're Gir the insane!" shouted Crazy Dib, pointing.
"Doesn't anyone have a nickname for me?" sighed Skoodge.
"Did someone say Zim and Gir?" a black, cat-like figure slunk in.
"Umm I did, Mimi," gulped Dib.
"Hmm," Mimi looked over Zim, Gir, Mini Moose, and Skoodge. "My Mistress will be interested in this information."
With that she left and Dib sunk to the floor.
"We're all doomed," he muttered.
"Explain to Zim, peasant!" ordered Zim.
"Mimi will tell Tak all about you guys and how I was talkin' to you!" Dib yelled. "We're gonna die!"
"Tak, figures," Zim muttered.
Gir whistled. "Pretty little lady, that Mimi. Isn't she, Master?"
Crazy Dib looked at Gir as if he was should be the one called crazy. "No wonder they say you're insane."
"No falling for the enemy, Gir! We have work to do," Zim stalked out of the Salty Spittoon.