Chapter 1 - Mib
Dear Mib,
Hi, it's me, your cousin. I hope you don't mind me asking this of you on such short notice, but this is very important. It's about Zim, the alien invader I told you about. I'm beginning to think that I can't defeat him on my own (and you know as well as I do that Gaz won't help), so, I was wondering if you could come here and assist me. You know the paranormal as well as I do, so I know that you could defiantly help. Please respond A.S.A.P.
Your cousin,
Dib
Dear Dib,
Of course I'll help! You know me better than that Dib Membrane! I'll be over in one week, preferably at two o'clock p.m. No excuses on my part if I'm late. If I am late, however, I give Gaz permission to sic her security on me.
Your cousin and friend,
Mib
P.S. – enclosed are some new cheat codes for Gaz. Beat the Game Slave, beat it!
A week after these letters were sent, Mib arrived as promised, looking as eccentric as her cousin Dib. She had on bleached jeans, a brown peace-sign tee-shirt, sneakers, and a dark green trench coat. Her hair was pinned up with a banana clip, and it had streaks of pink dye in it. She also had no eyebrows, as a result of a failed experiment. She waved enthuastically as soon as she got out of the taxi. "Hi guys!" she shrieked at her cousins. Gaz raised a hand and lowered it quickly while Dib realized how much his cousin sounded like GIR. She skipped over merrily, her trench coat blowing out behind her in the slight breeze. "Look what I got" she said, grinning from ear to ear, brandishing a pair of magenta square shaped spectacles in her hand. "Apparently the doctor says I'm nearsighted" she shrugged, donning her new glasses. She squinted at Dib's house. "Wow, did your dad finally get around to painting the house?" Gaz shot her older cousin a grouchy look. "No, it's been like that for the past five years."
"Huh." Mib shrugged. "Now what about that alien invader?" Dib blinked, suddenly remembering his purpose in life. He grabbed Mib by the hand and began running through the suburban streets, making countless twists and turns. Finally they stopped in front of a very peculiar looking house. "This is where Zim lives" growled Dib, suddenly sounding like an angry dog. Mib stared at the house through her new glasses and said, "I'm shocked that your people haven't realized that Zim's an alien. Could it be more obvious?" Dib sighed. Finally someone realized it! "So, Mib," said Dib enthusiastically, "should we scout out around the perimeter? Or, how about we send in a device that – Mib?" Mib had stood in front of the house for about five seconds, then, with a purposeful smirk on her face, she strode up to the front door and knocked three times in a brisk, open-up-mister-I-mean-business sort of way.
"Wait, Mib, no!" shrieked Dib, clutching his over-large head. "Zim's gonna…" Too late. The door opened, revealing a very ticked off looking Zim.