At the moment, Dib was feeling really against the world. At skool, he had been mocked yet again for drawing attention to Zim's obvious… alien likeness. He knew for certain that Gaz didn't even care what was going on at the moment, as long as she could play her Game Slave 2.

But yet he wanted to save the world, the world Zim wanted to destroy.

Suddenly, a large, 87-pound rainbow trout appeared out of nowhere, slapped Dib across the face, sending him out of his thoughts and back into this pseudo-reality. The trout then vanished, its job done.

"Yesssss….co-ruler…" Dib thought again. He knew he had to do something. Perhaps he could still save this realm, thus somehow getting back to his own…

Zim lost it again (those deranged cupcakes are potent stuff) and began shouting about malevolent fireflies, empty eye sockets, and someone called Squeegee.
Meanwhile, Gaz was still at the place further in town where she and Dib had arrived through the portal thingy. She heard Zim's screeches clear over there, and wondered briefly if maybe something was wrong. She then ceased to care and resumed playing.

Dib finally figured out what Zim was yelling about. He correctly caught the stuff about the fireflies, and the eye sockets, but the third thing was actually Squee, the heavily disturbed child in the comic "Johnny, the Homicidal Maniac," written by none other than Jhonen Vasquez.

Gaz found the secret level of "Vampire Piggy Hunter 3" where she had to fight a mutated vampire camel. There was much rejoicing on her part. She was newly focused on her game and continued to ignore Dib and Zim.

"I wanna dance!" announced GIR loudly for no apparent reason.

"What does Squee have to do with your cupcake problem?" Dib asked Zim, ignoring GIR.

"I….don't….know…" said Zim slowly, relieved to have his head back in control for the moment.

GIR whipped out a CD and trotted over to a sound system next to the immensely large television set. He hummed the Doom Song while he selected the track, and started jamming to "Where's Your Head At" by Basement Jaxx.

"Well!" shrieked Zim over the noise. "You wanna help me or what?"

"No, I don't want to….but if it can get me out of this dimension and back to saving my own….I don't know…" pondered Dib. He was so lost in this decision, that he didn't even notice the break-dancing sumo wrestler outside on the street.

The disc changed. "Iko Iko" by Aaron Carter started playing. It may never be determined why there was an Aaron Carter CD in the sound system beyond the fact that the Less Demented, Yet Handsomely Dashing Author was currently listening to this very song on his MP3 jukebox. The Less Demented, Yet Handsomely Dashing Author had rather eclectic tastes.

Dib rubbed his chin. He was still unsure whether or not to become co-ruler with Zim.

Another few neurons blew in Zim's head. "Research has been known to cause cancer in lab rats!"

Dib pulled a vial out of the inner pocket of his trench coat. He handed it to Zim on one condition. "That you get into your little spaceship and leave forever."

"I agree," replied Zim, snatching the vial from Dib's hand and downing it. He was instantaneously cured. "HAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Dib, I lied. I LIED! Your pitiful rescue of the planet is now a pitiful failure! Stupid, stinky humans."

"I anticipated that Zim, which is why I also carry this," said Dib, who promptly pulled a seltzer water bottle out from under his jacket and sprayed Zim with a bunch of water.

"AHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!! It hurts! It hurts!" screamed Zim, as he ran around.