Disclaimer: None of the characters represented in this fanfiction are my property. All the rights go to Nickelodeon and Viacom.
Chapter 1: Like a Slap in the Face
Our story begins with the soothing voice of our resident French Narrator.
'Ahh, Nickworld; a world where Nicktoons live together in peace and in harmony...unless when they're not.'
As if on cue, it cuts to a high speed chase above the city of Nickworld between a white hybrid-flying car and a black helicopter. The people inside the two vehicles are two very important groups to the yin and yang of this world.
"Give it up, Turner! You and your idiot friends can't stop me now!"
"Oh yeah, how about YOU give it up and give back Trixie, Remy!?"
The voices of Nickworld hero Timmy Turner, and Public Enemy No. 1 Remy Buxaplenty reveals the cause of this chase in the first place, which seemed to be a regular mission in the life of the Nicktoons; Timmy, and his two friends SpongeBob SquarePants and Dudley Puppy, are chasing Remy, and his cohorts Sheldon J. Plankton, Verminious Snaptrap, and Vicky, who have taken Trixie Tang, other Nickworld hero and Timmy's girlfriend, hostage.
"Ha! You'd think I'd give my love to you? Fat chance! Minions, stop them!" Remy said.
"Ugh...we HAVE names, y'know?!" Vicky grunted.
'Whatever! Sic 'im, Karen!" Plankton ordered.
"Whatever yourself." The disinterested voice of Karen Plankton said, as she unloaded her arsenal of laser weapons, and fired away at the Nicktoons' car, the NickMobile.
"Dudley, blow her mind! ...And by that, I mean literally." SpongeBob said.
"No problemo!" Dudley said, as the plain old mutt grabbed his T.U.F.F. blaster, and fired a power shot at the computer wife.
"You and your brilliant ideas, Plankton!" Karen said to her tiny husband, as she exploded from the power shot.
"Karen, no!" Plankton wailed.
"Oh hush up, Plankie. We'll repair her later. Right now, I've brought some help with me to take down those pests!" Snaptrap said.
"Reporting for duty, boss!" The shrill, squeaky voice of Snaptrap's underminded, shrew brother-in-law Larry said.
"What?! They sent Larry?! What could possibly be worse?" Snaptrap said.
He got his answer as Larry was shot immediately by another one of Dudley's power shots.
"...I stand corrected." Snaptrap growled.
"Sorry boss..." Larry said.
"You're going into the shark tank when we're done!" Snaptrap suddenly yelled.
"Don't worry, guys! With my new babysitting device, I'll erradicate those twerps before you can say-GAH!" Vicky's boasting abruptly ended as she was shot once again by Dudley.
"Guys, propel me over to Remy's helicopter!" Timmy ordered.
"Don't need to tell me twice, Timmy!" SpongeBob said, as he assumed his position as a slingshot. As Dudley put the NickMobile on autopilot, he went behind the two, grabbed ahold, and moved backwards, stretching SpongeBob towards him until he couldn't take it anymore.
"Now!"
Dudley let go of SpongeBob, shooting Timmy straight towards Remy's helicopter. Narrowly avoiding the whirling blades, he smashed through the windshield, kicking Remy out of his driver seat. Wasting no time, he untied Trixie from the seat next to Remy's, ripped out the tape covering her mouth, and grabbed a well-timed and convenient grappling hook. The two see the NickMobile moving closer to the front of the helicopter, and shoot the hook straight towards the vehicle.
"Farewell, 'my love!'" Trixie joked, as she and Timmy left the now descending helicopter, hanging on to the grapple gun, and each other, for dear life. After leaving the helicopter, Timmy retracted the hook, sending him and Trixie upward towards the NickMobile, and landing in the backseats.
"That was awesome, Timmy!" Dudley said, high-fiving the buck-toothed boy.
"Indeed! Another successful mission, guys!" SpongeBob said.
"Thanks for saving me, guys! Especially you, Timmy~." Trixie said, as she pecked her boyfriend on the cheek, sending him into a blushing mess.
"..Uhh...you're welcome...!" Timmy said.
As the NickMobile flew off towards the Nicktoons' headquarters/apartment complex, the villains, surviving the helicopter crash, contemplate on what happened.
"They...They destroyed Karen with one shot..." Plankton whimpered.
"They didn't even give that bonehead Larry a chance." Snaptrap said.
"Easy for you bozos to say, I couldn't say a sentence without getting shot at!" Vicky exclaimed.
"But that's fine, for we shall now...PLOT OUR REVENGE! Right, Remy?" Snaptrap said, but with no response from the rich kid.
"Remy?"
Remy sighed. "Guys...how long have we been in the whole 'bad guy' business?"
"19 years." Plankton said.
"17 years for me." Vicky added.
"For me, about...8 years." Snaptrap also added.
"And every time we plan something, what happens?" Remy questioned.
"We either get our butts kicked..." Plankton said.
"...Or we land ourselves in prison." Snaptrap concluded.
"Where are you going with this, Remy?" Vicky questioned.
"It's just...I'm starting to think that maybe...I'm tired of becoming the bad guy." Remy said.
"WHAT?!" The other three exclaimed.
"Well, look where this villain business is getting us! All of our equipment gets smashed, our vehicles get damaged, those Nicktoons nearly beat us up to a pulp, and we land in a tight, cramped jail cell! And frankly, I'm tired of it all!" Remy vented.
"We understand what you're thinking, Remy. But, villainy is what we do best!" Plankton said.
"Oh yeah? Name ONE thing any of us accomplished as bad guys."
"I executed Plan Z, and managed to take over Bikini Bottom one time!"
"And what happened?"
"...SpongeBob thwarted me with rock and roll."
"Hey, I managed to become dictator of the world with the help of a magical remote!" Vicky exclaimed.
"Yeah, then Turner used a remote of his own and stopped-wait, how did you remember that?!" Remy said.
"I ruled Petropolis with an iron fist!"
The other three raised an eyebrow with bored looks on their face as if to say 'Really?'
"...Even though it was an alternate future that Agent Puppy thwarted."
"See what I mean? Even when we come ever so close to victory, it just gets us nowhere." Remy said.
"Well, what can we do about it?" Plankton questioned.
Remy pondered about that question, then glimpsed at a billboard showing the Nicktoons.
"...Well, if we do what the others call, 'the right thing,' we would be respected as much as those Nicktoons. So..."
"We're gonna work with them, aren't we?" Vicky questioned.
"It'll be a long shot, but we'll give it a try."
"Remy, we may be naive when it comes to being bad guys, but we do know one thing; they hate us. They won't even give us a chance after all the heck we've put them through. What makes you think they'll listen to us?" Plankton pondered.
"We'll just have to wing it, and see what happens."
To be continued...