The front door slammed. Gaz refused to dignify the intruder with a glare as she reclined on the couch, fiddling with her Gameslave.

"Oh boy, this is it. There's a huge ship in the sky and three—THREE—aliens, including Zim, WITHOUT DISGUISES! I gotta find my camera, Gaz, have you seen my camera?"

"On the counter," she grunted, "Where you left it last night."

"Thanks Gaz!" He darted over and snatched it up. Striking a dramatic pose, the crowed, "Now, to expose the alien threat and save the world!" With that, he turned and ran out the door.

Gaz mumbled, "Yeah. You do that."

Dib barely heard her in his mad dash back to the area that used to be Zim's base. He hoped they hadn't left…. No! They were still there. Zim was still vainly attacking the red light, the flashy-looking red-cloaked alien was still standing there, ignoring Zim, and the small bandaged one hopped around, giggling madly.

Dib popped the lens off his camera and started snapping pictures. "Why are there so many aliens, huh Zim? Has the invasion come? Or are they trying to steal the mission from you, like Tak?"

Zim spared a glare for him. "Shut up! Something about a bounty and some stupid test, that's all, they are testing Zim. Now if you are not going to help, go back to your miserable existence far away from Zim before I turn your planet to rubble!"

Dib arched an eyebrow. "But you're already planning to do that…"

Zim paused. "Oh yeah… DO NOT DISTRACT ZIM! And give me that camera!" He turned, lunging for Dib.

Dib yipped, stumbling backward and clutching the camera for dear life. Zim tackled him, swinging his fists. Dib threw up his arms to defend himself, and the camera flew out of his hands, skittering across the pavement toward the bandaged Irken. Shoving Zim hard, he broke free and crawled toward the camera.

The bandaged Irken picked up the camera and pointed it at the flashy one. "Hey Master Riddick, you're on TV!" Dib latched onto that. So the flashy one was Riddick, and he was apparently the leader of the smaller one. He ran toward her.

"Hey! Gimme back my camera! Are you sick or something? Why do you have all those bandages? Who are you?"

She glanced up at him, then started walking around him, looking him all over. Once she'd satisfied herself, she gave a razor-toothed smile and bubbled, "I's Klitia. Your head is big!"

Dib snarled, "MY HEAD IS NOT BIG!" Snatching the camera, he turned and stormed away from her.

Riddick raised an antenna. "That was a bad move, boy."

Glaring, Dib growled, "That's MY camera, I'm just taking it back. Who are YOU anyway? Who are all of you, and why are you on Earth?"

Klitia's smile had vanished, replaced by fury. "Gimme back the filmy thing!"

Dib backstepped, still clutching it. "It's my camera, not yours!"

Klitia raised her single arm and twisted her body, cartwheeling toward Dib. She landed a solid kick to his stomach. While the camera flew through the air, she dove for it, catching her prize. Standing, she waved it in the air, smiling again. She turned it up toward the ship and keeps filming. "HIIIII GUYYYYYS!"

Riddick looked at Dib, who lay sprawled on the ground, groaning. "Should have told you, she doesn't do well when you make her mad, dear boy. Good think you're not Irken. She's actually quite acrobatic."

Zim laughed. "Inferior hyuman! Witness the power of even a mentally defective Irken to defeat you, MWAHAHAHAHAHA!"

"Watch yourself, boy. Klitia doesn't really like Irkens too much," Riddick commented.

Zim turned on him, the laughter becoming a growl as quickly as it started. "You, you don't have the guts to fight Zim. Why won't you fight me yourself, you fool, instead of having your minions do the work?"

Dib pushed himself up, gasping. "I need… that… camera… need… proof…"

Riddick stared calmly at Zim. "Because you don't look like much of a fight."

Zim's face darkened, and his eyes burned. He started picking up pebbles, rocks, twigs, and hurling them at Riddick. Whatever he could reach quickly became a projectile. "FOOL! I AM ZIM, BEST OF THE ELITE, GRADUATED TOP OF MY CLASS! DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA WHO YOU ARE DEALING WITH?"

Klitia turned back to film Zim, dodging little stones and laughing. "Funny!"

Dib made a grab for the camera while she was turned, tugging on it. "My camera!"

She somersaulted over his head and landed behind him, grinning. "Mine!"

Dib gaped, twisting around. "What the…how…" He gritted his teeth, then paused. A grin crept across his face as he reached into his pocket, pulling out the candy he usually kept to bribe GIR. Shaking it in front of her face, he coaxed, "You like treats?"

Klitia stared at the candy, mesmerized. "Oooooooooh…"

Riddick snorted. "She's always a sucker for candy. And Irkens."

"You want it?" Dib pulled it away a little. "Huuuuuh? You want… Irkens? What are you talking about?" He glanced back at Riddick, a little alarmed.

Riddick tilted his head. "Didn't I mention? She eats Irkens."

"IRKENS TASTE GOOOOOOOOD!" She drooled.

"Which is why I said she doesn't usually like them very much," Riddick continued, brushing off his shoulder. "I'm surprised she hasn't ripped Zim limb from limb, but she's having fun."

Zim froze, staring at Klitia in fear. Dib looked fascinated. "Really…"

"Don't you even think about it, hyman," Zim hissed.

Riddick shrugged. "She's already eaten from a previous raid, so I'm sure she isn't hungry… yet."

Dib sighed. "Doesn't matter. I need Zim to prove aliens exist, so she can't eat him anway."

Zim looked slightly relieved—and a little peeved. An ally was an ally, but the Dib was always SO insistent on dissecting him. It wasn't much better than being eaten, in Zim's opinion.

Dib returned his attention to Klitia. "So, you want candy? Huh? You want it?"

Klitia bounced up and down. "Uh huh! Uh huh!"

"Okay, well then you just gotta do ooooooooone thing for me, ok?"

"Ok, ok, what what what?"

"Gotta go back to the ship and stay there, ok?"

Klitia looked up, then frowned. "Can't."

"She jumped out of the ship, idiot." Riddick jeered.

Dib blinked. "Don't Irkens have jets in their PAKs or something?"

"Her PAK was badly damaged It barely functions anymore."

Groaning, Dib tried again, "Then go run that way, okay? I'll give you the candy if you go for a run, that way." He pointed down the street.

She squinted in that direction. "Hmmmmmmm…. Ummmmmm…. OK!"

Dib extended the candy, then clapped his hands, mustering up as much false enthusiasm as he could. "Go on now, that way, go run!" He noticed the camera still in her hand, and sighed, giving it up for lost. She snatched the candy out of his hand with her teeth, pushing it into the side of her cheek and grinning.

"YAAAAAAAY! I GOT CANDY!" She turned and began running. She only made it a few steps before a second figure fell from the ship. It hit the ground hard, throwing Klitia back toward Riddick. "WHEEEEEEE!" She shrieked, waving her arm and stub. "Hi Master Riddick!"

Riddick sighed.

Zim and Dib turned, staring at the new crater in the middle of the road. Dib crept to the edge of the crater, and peered over the lip.

Out of the crater rose a seven foot Irken. Black plated armor adorned his upper body while black pants and boots completed the simple ensemble. The shoulderpads and slim chestplate of the armor strained to contain his muscles. He stared at the hole he had made with pleasure, his dark green eyes reflecting a savage enjoyment. They darkened as he turned his gaze toward the group in front of him. Zim stared up at the newcomer with a sinking feeling. His confidence in attaining victory had just dropped a few notches.