Dib and Zim were doing their usual routine, shout, accuse, shout, accuse, autopsy table, Dib-stink, while all the other skoolchildren watched with bored faces, when Kay came into the classroom. She was wearing a black shirt with a green stereotypical alien on the front, gray skinny jeans, a jacket the color of Gaz's hair, and black boots like Dib's. She had a camera and a notepad and pencil in her pocket. Her hair was light brown, and her eyes were a light bluish gray color. "Look, another weirdo." Zita said. Kay heard and replied, "Hey whatdoyaknow. It's a bunch of closed-minded morons who can't see the truth sitting right in front of them. Poor, stupid little skeptics. Oh, and by the way, that one's obviously an alien." She said calmly, pointing at Zim."Next time get a better disguise, okay? People with brains can see straight through it."
By then, Dib was grinning wider than ever. He couldn't believe it. A real believer. A real, live, breathing, believer who wasn't a counselor. He decided to talk to her at lunch.
"Ummmmm, hi, Kay, was it?" "Ummm, yea, what is it?" "So, I was wondering, do you really think Zim's an alien?" "Yeah, why?" "I just wanted to tell you you're right. Zim's an alien bent on taking over the Earth. He wants to destroy us all! By the way, do you want to help me with something? Zim is up to something. Wanna help me destroy his plans?" "Sure." "Okay. Meet me behind Skool." "Okay."