AN: Thank you for reading the second chapter of Paranormal Convention. The following events other than the aunt are my expirences. Enjoy.

Back in the present; Zim stood outside of his house, holding a suitcase like a normal person who was going on a trip. He rocked back and forth while waiting for Dib to pick him up. They would have to drive for a couple of days to get from Canyon Falls all the way to Arizona. If only he would hurry up, it would make the process a little easier. He turned and saw Dib running down the street with his own suitcase. Once he caught his breath he looked at the expectant Zim.

"Well... Where is the car?"

"My aunt will be coming soon to pick us up. I can't drive and I don't have a car." Dib explained.

"Insects don't drive Dib, I thought you of all people would know that."

"No, she's a relative, not a bug."

"I didn't know you had other relatives."

"Me either." Dib said, and before Zim could protest the safety of traveling with a complete stranger, a large purple van pulled up.

"Hey kids! Throw your stuff in the back and get inside."

"Are you Tane?" Dib asked.

"Are you going to a convention?" Tane asked brushing back her periwinkle locks. "If we want to make good time then we'd better head out now." Dib nodded vigorously and opened the trunk. Zim however glared at the so-called 'aunt'.

"There is no way I'm going in that thing with you! You look nothing like Dib-spit, how could you be related to him?"

"...I'm not. I'm really just a friend of his mother. We knew each other well, but I was never allowed over. Mebrane thought I was a bad influence on Dib, and such." Zim seemed to relax a bit and got into the back seat where Dib followed. The trip seemed like it was getting off to a great start, until they hit a horrible sight... traffic. It was inching very slowly and never seemed to stop.

"Why are you going to this place anyway Dib?" Zim asked, and Dib blinked.

"Oh that, a friend of mine was going and asked me to come… more or less. I also think the people there will be more open-minded. Not to mention all the weird stories that they're going to tell."

"Hold on! You? Have friends? Don't make Zim laugh, and how many people are going to be there?"

"38 I think. It's not a very well-known convention."

"What are they going to do?" Zim asked nervously.

"Tell about their personal adventures, show off anything that they accidentally invented, that stuff. One guy is going to share his theories about Alternate Dimensions."

"Oh, O.K. then, and- Omigosh look at that guy!" Zim called as he glanced at the window behind Dib's head. Dib turned looking past the slow moving cars and to where Zim was pointing on the street. A man was flipping a cardboard arrow like it was the best thing in the world. He was tossing it in the air and giving thumbs up to the passing cars.

"It's arrow man." Dib said in an epic voice. Zim snickered; it was fairly entertaining to watch the man twirl his sign behind his back. Dib's narrations weren't helping his urge to laugh. It was obvious that Dib was taking this vacation seriously and not doing anything to extremely aggravate Zim like randomly take pictures of him. While the rest of the cars seemed to clear up they still inched along.

"Stupid!" Tane yelled, "Move out of the way! You are a victim of driving while old, so get off the road!" A green car turned around the corner. "Thank you!" Tane sighed and gunned the gas pedal. Zim turned toward Dib.

"Driving while old?" Zim asked, and Dib nodded in response.

"Old people drive really bad. They are either too slow or forget something important like how to stop at a red light." Zim nodded; there was no way he would be caught driving while old.