"Ooh….I like suspense," said GIR excitedly, sucking on the Brainfreezy on the couch.

"WHY MUST THIS BE??!!! WHY!!!???" shrieked Zim, who was currently rolling around on the floor in pain.

Dib glanced out the window and saw this dimension's version of Mr. Whipple. He waddled up to the entrance of Zim's lair. He unzipped his butt cheeks and left them laying by the door. Mr. Whipple chortled to himself as he rang the doorbell and ran away.

"Um….was I the only one to see that?" said Dib.

He was the only one to see it, but not the only one to hear the doorbell. GIR flung himself off the couch and to the door, opening it to find Mr. Whipple's butt cheeks on the doorstep.

"Don't forget to squeeze the Charmin!" Gir called out after him. "I love that show."

Gir picked up the butt cheeks and walked back to the couch. Gir placed the butt cheeks beside him, and continued to watch the Scary Monkey Show. Gir sucked on his Brainfreezy. "I got chocolate bubble-gum!"

And at that moment, all the stress Dib was experiencing took its toll as he immediately had a complete and total nervous breakdown. He ran from Zim's house, screaming.

Zim looked over to Gir. "What was that all about?"

Gir shrugged his shoulders. "I dunno."

Dib ran to the street where he and Gaz had arrived through the dimension portal.

"That was mighty disturbing," gasped Dib as he caught his breath.

Gaz paused her game and looked severely annoyed.

"Mr. Whipple just left his butt cheeks on Zim's doorstep!" said Dib angrily, making wild gestures with his arms before passing out.

Gaz, satisfied that Dib wouldn't bug her for a while, resumed playing.

Back at Zim's lair, Zim was staring disgustedly at the pair of butt cheeks that GIR seemed not to care about.

"I wonder if they're edible?" said GIR happily a few moments later.

"No, GIR, I don't believe you should try something so….ill," replied Zim.

When Dib came to, Gaz hadn't moved an inch, but nightfall had descended upon this sickly dimension which Zim supposedly ruled. He was overcome with the urge to shout something to the zoned-out occupants of this sad reality, to get them to do something, maybe change the way things were.

"I LIKE NOODLES AND I CANNOT LIE!!!" Dib shrieked, immediately wondering why he said what he said. "YOU OTHER PSYCHOS CAN'T DENY!!!"

Gaz paused her game long enough to give Dib a weird look. "Sick," she mumbled.

"Fear not thine own waffles, for it is time for the imploding eyes parade! Complete with pulsating postal workers!"

"Dib, you're BUGGING ME!!!" Gaz hissed in that creepy way she does.

Dib quit yelling.

Gir changed the channel on the T.V. Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom was on, which was appropriate, given the presence of the word 'doom' in the title. It was the part where Indy was about to cut the rope bridge in half.

"This is my favorite part," said Gir, pulling a cupcake out of his head.

Indy cut the rope bridge, and a bunch of crazy cult members fell into the river to be consumed by crocodiles. Gir immediately begin to laugh insanely. Everyone else stared at Gir blankly. Gir stared back, and then ate his cupcake whole.

"Alrighty….what's this….Indiana Jones…?" muttered Zim, staring into the television.

"He's an archaeologist fella!!" shouted GIR gleefully, who began to examine Mr. Whipple's butt cheeks, which began to look tasty. GIR began eating one of them, and Zim was disgusted, threatening to heave.

"Mm…needs salt, yes…" murmured GIR, finishing his sickly snack.

Meanwhile, in the streets where Gaz was determinedly playing her GameSlave2, surprise, surprise, and where Dib had passed out and awakened a few moments ago, nothing seemed to be occurring. Well, nothing that was more disturbing than what Dib had already become witness to.

Nightfall had however, sent a series of shadows looming about everything, and an impossibly immense, heavy chill had set in upon the place and seemed to press in against his mind, even as though it was trying to make his brain cave in.

Dib feared for his sanity, this was worse than any nightmare; he considered his chances… He was startled when something hit him in the head.

Cheese curds had begun to fall from the sky. FLAMING CHEESE CURDS!!!!

Gaz, as much as she wanted to, couldn't ignore this. "WHY MUST THIS CONSPIRACY WORLD OF YOURS INTERFERE WITH MY GAME!!???" she screamed at Dib, left eye twitching.

Dib was about to answer when a tall, trench coat-clad figure shouted from down the street,
"I AM RESPONSIBLE FOR THE DISTRIBUTION OF FLAMING CHEESE! I now go scare people with…STAPLES!!!" This statement was followed by psychopathic laughter.

Gaz paused her game for the first time in this story, and glanced over to Dib. "I'm going to have to destroy you."

Gaz unpaused her game and resumed hunting the vampire piggies.

"But I didn't do anything…" muttered Dib, staring in the direction of the tall figure, who seemed quite likely a little wrong in the head. A crazy thought occurred to Dib…maybe this person would know something about this dimension…maybe he could be of help….

Dib walked over to the shadowy figure.

"Hello Dib, I never figured we'd meet again. If I had known that you knew how to travel between dimensions as well, then our day together would have been far more interesting," said the shadowy figure.

"Um…Career Day?" asked Dib.

"Yes," the figure answered.

"You're that Bill guy that was after Cocoa Fang," continued Dib.

"No, actually, I just said what came into my mind first, and the Career Day episode happened to be it. So I'm not the 'paranormal investigator' you ended up with. In conclusion, I now need crescent rolls," said the person.

"So…WHO ARE YOU ALREADY!!!????" shouted Dib, who was beyond frustration. The moonlight was extremely low, and it was very hard to see this tall psychopath standing in the shadows…. Dib could just see his colored, spiked hair and was about to say something when a murderous scream filled the air.

Gaz's batteries had run out of electrical GameSlave2 life juice, and she was suffering the loss. "NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!" Gaz was desperate. "I must have a spare pair of batteries with me….NOOOOOO!!!!" Her eyes were twitching with rage, and her fists were shaking. "I'm sure this place has to have a convenience store with batteries…or it will face my wrath," she hissed.

Meanwhile, back at Zim's lair, GIR was still staring fixedly at Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom. "GO INDY!!!" he squealed excitedly.

Zim was ignoring GIR, thinking about what he should do with Dib now that he was in this defeated dimension….perhaps Zim could close the dimension portal, allowing the Zim in the actual reality to conquer the globe, for Dib wouldn't be there to ruin any plots…

Back outside, by the statues of Zim and GIR where Dib and Gaz had first arrived….

"Crescent rolls?" Dib looked up at the tall figure.

"Yessss….."

The person's glasses caught a glare from the moonlight, and Dib briefly wondered how Jhonen had managed to show up in this reality.

"I'm confused…I've seen you around before. You duct taped my father to a lamppost. What is your name?" asked Dib.

"Jhonen Vasquez," replied the shadowy figure.

"How did you get here?" asked Dib, thoroughly fascinated.

"Oh, my family has known the art of dimension jumping for centuries."

"Can you get me and my sister home?" asked Dib.

"I'm afraid not. Your universe exists for me only in my subconscious! For me to travel there would cause a paradox so large that the universe would cease to exist," replied Jhonen.

"But…you were in my world before!" pleaded Dib.

"Ah yes…but that time, it was a version of me, created by a very demented author. An author far, far, far more demented than I," replied Jhonen. "But never fear, dear Dib, ask yourself one question. 'How did Zim get you here?'"

"One last question. How is it that you're able to be here?" asked Dib, ever the investigator, on a quest for knowledge.

"Because, simply, never in my wildest dreams did I ever, EVER think Zim would succeed," replied the MIGHTY Vasquez, who promptly disappeared back into the shadows.