Dib drummed his fingers against the table, watching the people walk by. The unsuspecting skeptics, so painfully unaware of how often they'd nearly faced destruction.

He'd saved them sooo many times! And what did he get? A medal? A thank you? A Nobel Prize?

Nope. He just got labeled as a psycho!

But that was besides the point. He found himself at Bloaty's Pizza Hog, waiting for a friend he'd made online.

Thankfully, his friend, Dr. Funtimes, was just as supernaturally-inclined as he Dib himself was. Heck, he may have been even more experienced than he was in the supernatural. He couldn't wait to see what secrets he could learn from him!

His face perked up at the jingle of the door, only for it to darken. It wasn't Dr. Funtimes. It was just some random tourist kid with a stupid hat and a blue vest.

There was no way Dr. Funtimes would wear something like that.


Dib blinked. The kid was coming closer, smiling all the while. There was no way. . .

"Uh. . ."

"You're some kind of supernatural investigator, right?"

"Yes, that is correct."

"And you have evidence of an alien?"

"That is also correct."

"And you've stopped multiple alien invasions?"

"Yeah, yeah. Are you another one of those skeptics?"

"So, it is you Dib! Sorry, I just had to make sure it was you. You never know when you have to worry about shapeshifters."

Dib blinked as the boy said it all in one breath. "Ah, don't worry, Funtimes. You're good. I just wasn't expecting you to. . ."

Dipper frowned. "To what?"

"Nothing, nothing."

Dipper nodded, slipping into a chair. "You can call me Dipper, by the way."

"Alright then."

Dib was relieved. It felt so weird calling someone Dr. Funtimes.

"Anyways, you said you had an alien problem?"

"Yeah, so, I've been fighting with this alien named Zim. He's this green-skinned kid. He's not really a kid though. I'm pretty sure he's an adult or something but whatever. He has this robot sidekick, too!"

Now, Dipper was blinking. "That sounds about right. Have you told anybody?"

Dib laughed. "Of course! No one'll believe me despite any of the many times the evidence gets thrown in their face!"

Dipper sighed. "They never do listen. It was the same way with the zombies."

"Ah, you've raised the dead too?!"

Dipper ignored the question. "On a scale of 1 to 10, with ten being the most, how oblivious are the people here?"

"Let's just say negative 1000 would be generous."

Dipper winced. "That bad?"

"He's literally green. He brought robot parents to parent teacher night, and he has the fakest green dog I've ever seen in my life!"

"You sure the green skin isn't a condition?"

Dib groaned. "I knew you didn't believe me."

"Hey, don't worry, I was just kidding."

Dib rolled his eyes at the teen. "So, you've got a plan to catch Zim?"

Dipper smirked. "Yeah, I've got a little something something. I'm a bit of a detective myself, after all."

Dib extended a hand with a wide grin. "Alright, Dipper, it'll be a pleasure working with you."

Dipper quickly returned the handshake. "The pleasure's all mine, man."

"So, what's been going on with you? It's been a while since we've talked."

Dipper took a deep breath and sighed. Oh boy, this should be good. . .

"So, my sister accidentally unleashed the apocalypse and a triangle demon and his friends terrorized my town. It took mindwiping my Grunkle, but everything went back to normal."

Huh, that was more tame than he'd been expecting.

"Wait, how'd he get in your. . . uh, Grunkle's head?"

"Well, he was a dream demon, so he could do things like that. He got in my head once. It was not fun. I still get the creeps."

Dib frowned. "Wait a minute, if you're Grunkle's memory came back then couldn't that dream demon come back too."

Dipper's eyes just about bugged out of his skull. "Uh. . . I don't know. . ."

Well, great. Way to go, Dib. You probably traumatised your partner.

"Uh, how about we head back to my place? We can figure out our next actions against Zim there."

That seemed to snap Dipper out of it as he nodded and stood up. "Alright, then."

Dib couldn't help but smile. People like Dipper kept him sane in this world. They weren't crazy! They'd just seen crazy stuff.

"Hold up, just one more question."

Dipper groaned. "Please don't ask a about dream demon Dorito chip."

"Wha-no! I was gonna ask what the heck is a Grunkle?"

Dipper cracked a smile at that. "Oh, a great uncle."

"Oh, I guess that makes sense."

Dipper pushed his chair in. "Alright, we good to go?"


With that, the duo headed for the door. "Hey Dib, has anyone told you you've got a really big head?"

"Don't. Start. With me."