The Sum of All Numbers
Scene 2
Dib looks up from cowering, wondering why the explosion was so small
Dib: Huh?!
There is no rubble, screaming masses of injured people, etc.
Toby: Now wearing a hat reading 'Where's the beef?!' It's okay Dib. I contained the explosion with my Government-Issue Super Anti-Explosive and Rubber Pig Net. Mine's yellow! Reeling in a strange-looking yellow net into a funny-looking gun
Dib: Standing up and dusting himself off Well THAT'S nifty.
Toby: Thank you.
Small irritating chirping noise like a cell phone with a special ring
Dib: Realizing suddenly That's coming from my laptop! Pulling out laptop and opening it I got another riddle . . . it says:
Clever you are, to solve my riddle. But the next bomb is in a metal fiddle. And it's got 'G' in the middle.
Dib (Continued): Great. Zim is getting smarter. Or maybe it isn't Zim's doing after all. This IS incredibly more sophisticated than Zim's usual plans . . . that's got to be it! It must be some evil mastermind challenging me to get a feel for the extent of my abilities! Well, he won't best me!
Toby: Looking at Dib questioningly Who's Zim?
Dib: An evil alien bent on conquering this world for his race.
Toby: You mean Specimen G-23?
Dib: Looking surprised The government knows about Zim?!
Toby: No, I'm just trying to sound smart. Personally, I think your crazy as a bucket of lobsters. Well anyway, let's go!
Dib: Lobsters? Go where?
Toby: Why, to the great statue of Crazy Fiddle-Guru Roger!
Dib: Umm . . . okay . . .
Fade out and back in on an aluminum fiddle in an aluminum hand held to the sky. The view changes to display a crazed lunatic being held down by doctors, all portrayed in an interesting statue. Dib and Toby stand before a plaque that reads
Dedicated to Crazy Fiddle-Guru Roger 1923-1945 His fiddle lessened the weight of sanity on us all.
Toby's hat now reads, "What should we do now? RIVERDANCE!" Toby: See, it's a metal fiddle, and Roger has a G in the middle. That was much more difficult than the last riddle. No matter. With your incredibly over-sized head, and my superior taste in stylish hats, we will beat this Jim! Striking a heroic pose
Dib: That's Zim.
Toby: I knew that. Back to the bomb! They turn to look at the fiddle and Toby takes out a plastic fish-looking instrument with lots of buttons If I use my Globally Networked Plastic Fish Transmitting Beacon, I can . . . AHA! Pushes a button. The hand clamped to the fiddle suddenly disconnects from the arm, propelled by a gargantuan flame emanating from the wrist. The hand and fiddle fly off until they are nothing but a speck in the distance
Dib: What was THAT?
Toby: You mean my Government-Issue Globally Networked Plastic Fishotronic Transmitting Beacon?
Dib: The fish-thing.
Toby: Well . . . it's kind of hard to explain . . .
Fades out. Fades back in saying, "1 hour later"
Toby: And that was how Riverdance became a major part of Irish history.
Dib: But I asked you about the fish-thing.
Toby: Oh. Well it's a gadget that does stuff.
Short pause
Toby: Let's go find the next bomb!
End Scene 2
Dib looks up from cowering, wondering why the explosion was so small
Dib: Huh?!
There is no rubble, screaming masses of injured people, etc.
Toby: Now wearing a hat reading 'Where's the beef?!' It's okay Dib. I contained the explosion with my Government-Issue Super Anti-Explosive and Rubber Pig Net. Mine's yellow! Reeling in a strange-looking yellow net into a funny-looking gun
Dib: Standing up and dusting himself off Well THAT'S nifty.
Toby: Thank you.
Small irritating chirping noise like a cell phone with a special ring
Dib: Realizing suddenly That's coming from my laptop! Pulling out laptop and opening it I got another riddle . . . it says:
Clever you are, to solve my riddle. But the next bomb is in a metal fiddle. And it's got 'G' in the middle.
Dib (Continued): Great. Zim is getting smarter. Or maybe it isn't Zim's doing after all. This IS incredibly more sophisticated than Zim's usual plans . . . that's got to be it! It must be some evil mastermind challenging me to get a feel for the extent of my abilities! Well, he won't best me!
Toby: Looking at Dib questioningly Who's Zim?
Dib: An evil alien bent on conquering this world for his race.
Toby: You mean Specimen G-23?
Dib: Looking surprised The government knows about Zim?!
Toby: No, I'm just trying to sound smart. Personally, I think your crazy as a bucket of lobsters. Well anyway, let's go!
Dib: Lobsters? Go where?
Toby: Why, to the great statue of Crazy Fiddle-Guru Roger!
Dib: Umm . . . okay . . .
Fade out and back in on an aluminum fiddle in an aluminum hand held to the sky. The view changes to display a crazed lunatic being held down by doctors, all portrayed in an interesting statue. Dib and Toby stand before a plaque that reads
Dedicated to Crazy Fiddle-Guru Roger 1923-1945 His fiddle lessened the weight of sanity on us all.
Toby's hat now reads, "What should we do now? RIVERDANCE!" Toby: See, it's a metal fiddle, and Roger has a G in the middle. That was much more difficult than the last riddle. No matter. With your incredibly over-sized head, and my superior taste in stylish hats, we will beat this Jim! Striking a heroic pose
Dib: That's Zim.
Toby: I knew that. Back to the bomb! They turn to look at the fiddle and Toby takes out a plastic fish-looking instrument with lots of buttons If I use my Globally Networked Plastic Fish Transmitting Beacon, I can . . . AHA! Pushes a button. The hand clamped to the fiddle suddenly disconnects from the arm, propelled by a gargantuan flame emanating from the wrist. The hand and fiddle fly off until they are nothing but a speck in the distance
Dib: What was THAT?
Toby: You mean my Government-Issue Globally Networked Plastic Fishotronic Transmitting Beacon?
Dib: The fish-thing.
Toby: Well . . . it's kind of hard to explain . . .
Fades out. Fades back in saying, "1 hour later"
Toby: And that was how Riverdance became a major part of Irish history.
Dib: But I asked you about the fish-thing.
Toby: Oh. Well it's a gadget that does stuff.
Short pause
Toby: Let's go find the next bomb!
End Scene 2