Dib's House

Gaz hunched over her GS2 in deep concentration, and the light of the television flickered on her face. 

"This just in," a slick looking WHUH reporter delivered some breaking news, "Bighead, the notorious alien with the big head is on the loose.  Eyewitnesses report that the grossly mutated alien towered just twenty feet tall and had the breath of onions.  Another claims that he is just a boy, but no one really believes that.  The city has formed a militia to combat this freak."

Professor Membrane entered the room searching for his other glove and asked, "Where's Dib?"

"Being chased by angry mobs," Gaz said sullenly.

"How nice," Professor commented, "Well, if you see him, tell him that I'll be at my lab for the rest of the night.  We've almost found the secret ingredient to soy sauce!"

As Professor left for the garage, the door flung open.  Dib rushed into the house and gasped for breath against the closed door.  The green boy had a pair of antennas, broken glasses, torn black trench coat, and smiley face shirt.  Dib had lost his shoes in his flight.

"The police," WHUH reporter continued, "has offered their blood-hounds to sniff out the alien.  AND this just in!  WHUH has news that the alien's strange garments have been discovered."

The camera zooms in onto Dib's boots.  "Apparently, this alien thing was used to cover his…feet."

Dib ran to his room and promptly rushed into the living room. "Gaz, what did you do to my stuff?"

"I sold it to people who wanted alien artifacts."

"You what?" Dib's mouth hung agape. "Gaz, they're after me.  You've got to help me.  I'm sorry about everything, about your shirt and your other shirt, but now isn't a good time for your revenge."

"This just in, we've recovered alien artifacts!" WHUH reported gleefully and displayed the contents of Dib's room.

"Why, Gaz? WHY?" Dib sank onto the sofa.

"I needed cash.  I'm three levels from finishing this game.  I need more game chips."

Dib thought quickly and ran down to his dad's lab.  He seated at his dad's new scanning machine and told the computer, "Scan my body for viruses."

"None found." The machine sounded and displayed on the screen.

"Search my body for abnormalities."  Dib said frantically.

"Foreign substance found."

"Zoom in." Dib peered eagerly onto the screen.

The machine displayed Dib's body.  "Host is abnormal.  Substance not recognizable."

Frustrated, Dib left the lab but formulated a plan.  He found some shoes, an old towel to wrap around his head, and left determined for Zim's house.