The next day, the four travellers and the chihuahua were with the Wizard in the middle of the town square. Next to them, there was a huge, impressive-looking rocketship. Dib looked down at his feet; he was glad that there were hedges blocking his feet from the view of the many onlookers, for he hadn't been able to trade in the ridiculous ruby slippers for normal shoes or boots.
He thought back to the previous evening, when he visited the 'Fantastic Footwear' stand. The crazed-looking employee, who had a styrofoam shoe for a hat, began shouting at Dib.
Employee: FANTASTIC FOOTWEAR!
Dib: Hi.
Employee: Uh... what'll it be?
Dib: Do you have any...
Employee: Wait, uh, you know... the... uh, witch's monkey sent us this...
The employee pointed to a flier hanging on the inside of the stand; it sported a picture of Dib and read 'Do not serve this person unless you want to be doomed... doomed... doomed... doomed... doomed... goodbye.'
Employee: Something about a broomstick or... uh... hmm... something.
Dib grimaced at the memory as he listened to the Wizard speak.
Wizard: ...and as I, this big-headed boy, and his spooky little dog jouney back to our mysterious homeland, you will get three new leaders! You will now be led by the Scarecrow, by virtue of his sanity, the Tin Girl by virtue of her, uh, video gaming skills, and the Lion, by virtue of his extraordinary self-esteem. They will lead you as long as the great Sapphire City stands!
As the crowd cheered, the Wizard leaned over to Dib.
Wizard: I give it forty-five minutes, tops...
The Wizard stood up again and addressed the crowd.
Wizard: And so...
He looked at his watch.
Wizard: Hm, we only have twelve minutes and twenty-eight seconds to get to the wormhole. Bye now!
The wizard, followed by Dib and the chihuahua, entered the spaceship.
Lion: Now, as your new lord and master, I have something to say. You filthy slave beasts must bow to the amazing might of me, the lion! And you must give me presents to demonstrate your complete and total servitude! Oh, such presents you will give...
Scarecrow: Now, everybody do a dance! Just like this!
Dib gave a sigh of relief as he realized that he wouldn't have to deal with them anymore. However, he soon realized that something was wrong. The chihuahua had jumped out of the ship and began to go after a cat that was in the arms of the same purple-haired girl he had seen earlier. Dib shrugged.
Dib: Why should I care? It's not even my dog...
Dib took a second look. The dog was carrying his precious Paranormalists' Journal! Dib quickly ran out to fetch it.
Dib: Wait a second, willya?
Dib grabbed the journal and started to run back.
Wizard: Sorry, we're already ten seconds behind schedule. Goodbye!
Dib looked sadly at the rocketship as it rose up into space.
Dib: There goes my last chance of returning home. With nothing to stand in Zim's way, the Earth will become a ball of flames. And I'll be stuck here forever!
Tin Girl: Will you shut up? I'm in the zone...
Dib: Why me?
Dib suddenly noticed that the crowd had gone completely silent. He turned around and saw pink and purple bubbles float to the ground. Despite the pain that his footwear was putting him in, Dib ran up to the Almighty Warlocks.