Epilogue

"My job here is finished," Zim told the crowd and the camera followed him disappear into the crowd.

"Welcome back, folks!  If you just joined us, you have missed a glorious autopsy." Kate smiled widely at the news camera, "Now we're going to watch the alien die!"

Suddenly the crowd began booing and several gave loud catcalls.  Someone even blasted an air horn.

Ted squinted at the display screen and told cameras, "A horrible crime has been committed."

The crowd was angry and threw their torches at random buildings.  Fights immediately broke out among those who lost their torches.  The sound of an explosion thundered, and the police station next door burst into a firework of flames. Its inmates joined into the brawl.  Naked people danced in the fire.

Kate said solemnly, "Yes, there was no alien after all."

The camera ignored the bloody and fiery fights surrounding the platform and zoomed onto Dib.  Dib had managed to free himself and hugged himself. "I'm ME again!"

He danced on the table and laughed and shouted, "I don't have a squeedly spooch!"

The experiment had worked; Zim's experiment had worked.  The squeedly spooch was the essence of alien-kind. Dib laughed hysterically and yelled, "I'm the king of the world!"

Suddenly, rough hands grabbed Dib's shoulder.  "Son, you are under arrest."

"Wait, no! What did I do? What about the mob?" Dib struggled in their iron grasp and cried, "Just look at the naked people!"

"What did you do?" The dark arresting officer cocked his head at Dib.  "You're arrested for bombing the police station with torches, releasing the prisoners, dancing naked on the street, and—"

Dib grimaced.

The officer scowled at the boy, "And…making too much noise."

The police hauled Dib away screaming.

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"Hey, Dib," an inmate jeered, "You're on the news again."

Dib raised his head from a book and glanced at the prison television.

Ted shook his head disapprovingly, "The prank boy, Dib, was convicted guilty of all charges he faced, except bank robbery.  He is currently at the juvenile correction center for some…brainwashing."

"A pity that his sentence lasts for only 5 years," Kate continued reporting, "But the people can rest assured that there is no such thing as an 'alien.'  Young Mr. 'the alien' Dib has been blacklisted from every job he might seek in his 'career.'"

Dib narrowed his eyes and raised his book, The Art of Vengeance, and continued reading.

Yay!  Happily ever after. Sike.  I'm gonna write a sequel about Dib's revenge. MWAHAH. Or at least how he gets out of juvenile detention.