The throng of cheering Irkens paraded Dib through their city as they sang in celebration.

Hurrah! Bitters is Dead!
Irkens: Hurrah! Bitters is dead!
Dib's house fell right on her head!
And so the Bitters Witch is dead!

Thanks to Dib, our hero,
She'll always be a no-show,
She's gone; the Bitters Witch is dead!

She'll no longer torment us!
No fuss! Because... Dib was virt'ous!
Our gratitude we'll show,
So that Dib will know...

That we are happy now,
So to Dib we will bow.
We say ciao
To Bitters, who is dead!

W. North and South: As rulers of the Irken City,
In the County of the Land of Ak,
We give you thanks and gratitude.
And we'll dedicate a solemn platitude,

W. North: To thee!

W. South: To he?

Dib: To me?

W. North: Yes, he!

W. North: Whose gigantic cranium

W. South: And large titanium

W. North: House caused her pain... ium!

Irkens: So Bitters is now quite reliably dead!

The Almighty Warlocks cleared their throats.

W. North and South: As kings of Irk,
It is a perk,
To praise our heroes and their work.
So we'll give our great thanks to you,
For forcing her to say adieu!

The Almighty Warlocks placed a medallion over Dib's head.

W. South: This is a great day of Independence,
For all the Irkens and their descendants!

W. North: So, let the joyous news be spread,
The old Bitters Witch at last is dead!

Cheering could be heard from the crowd.

Irkens: Hurrah! Bitters is dead!
Dib's house fell right on her head!
And so the Bitters Witch is dead!

Thanks to Dib, our hero,
She'll always be a no-show,
She's gone; the Bitters Witch is dead!

She'll no longer torment us!
No fuss! Because... Dib was virt'ous!
Our gratitude we'll show,
So that Dib will know...

That we are happy now,
So to Dib we will bow.
We say ciao
To Bitters, who is dead!

A trio of Irkens stepped out of the crowd and danced towards Dib.

Trio: We represent the Invaders' League, the Invaders' League, the Invaders' League,
And in the name of the Invaders' League,
We wish to welcome you to our fair town!

As the group receded, a second trio came up and sang to Dib.

Trio2: We represent the warship pilots, the warship pilots, the warship pilots,
And in the name of the warship pilots,
We wish to welcome you to our fair town!

The whole group of Irkens gan up to Dib.

Irkens: So, welcome to Irken City... Tra la la la la la, la la la, la la la!
Yes, welcome to Irken City... Tra la la la la, la la!

Skoodge: From now on you will be revered
Tenn: Be revered?
Larb: Be revered?
Skoodge: Yes, you'll be revered!

W. North and South: And if you think it's not too weird...
We will sing your praise,
Sing your praise,
Sing your praise,
So that you'll be cheered!

Irkens: Tra la la la la, la la la, la la la...
Tra la la la la, la la!
Tra la la la la, la la la, la la la...
Tra la la la la, la...

However, before the Irkens could finish the celebration, a ball of fire and smoke (and doom, naturally) appeared in the middle of the city. The Irkens screamed in fright and scattered, and the chihuahua jumped in Dib's arms for protection. Dib would have been annoyed, but he was too busy trying to see what otherworldly force could have caused the explosion. On examination, he was able to make out a broomstick. But how could it be? Didn't he already kill the witch?