Just a little change of pace. I hope you like it!
Science Fun in Bikini Bottom
One.
"Aha!"
Plankton jumped onto one of the tables of the Chum Bucket restaurant, rubbing his hands together.
"What is it now?" deadpanned Karen.
"I have concocted a brilliant scheme to claim for myself the Krabby Patty formula!" boomed Plankton, an evil glint in his eye.
"Again?" mused Karen, rolling her eyes on her screen.
"Yes, again," grunted Plankton, bitterly, "I have been working in my laboratory to create an ingenious device that with deliver to me the formula at zero risk to myself!"
He slammed a jar on the table.
"NANOBOTS!"
Karen sighed.
"Plankton, didn't we talk about this?" she groaned, "I even got you that book for your birthday about it."
Plankton glanced at his shelf. A book was lying on it's side, entitled; Nanobots: Grey Goo and You.
"Yeah, that thing was written by an amateur," dismissed Plankton, "This time, I'll do it without destroying the universe, I promise."
He turned his back.
"Moving on!"
He slammed a slab of metal on the table.
"Using these nanobots to reconstruct the very atomic structure of this slab of metal, I can convert it into the secret formula for the Krabby Patty! Impressive, isn't it?"
"It will be if it actually works."
"Remind me why I married you again," sighed Plankton.
He picked up the jar of nanobots (the nanobots, being nanobots, were invisible to the naked eye) and carefully placed the metal slab in with the miniscule machines.
Almost as if by magic, the metal slab began to change. It's colour and look was converted, until it was the splitting image of…
"…a slab of wood?" demanded Plankton, "That's it?"
"You expected better?" shot Karen.
Plankton angrily pulled out the slab.
"It's wood!" he growled, "Perfectly normal, everyday wood! How did this happen?"
"Did you bother to program the nanobots to recognise the formula?" asked Karen.
"Oh yeah," remembered Plankton, "I forgot. I'll just go scan the formula, then."
Karen rolled her eyes.
"Now what's wrong with that sentence?" she asked.
Plankton thought it over.
"CURSES!" he snapped, "If I want the nanobots to turn anything into the formula, I need to get the formula. Which negates the whole point!"
In a fit of rage, he grabbed the jar of nanobots and hurled it out the window. He could vaguely hear a smashing noise as it hit the ground and shattered.
"Y'know, you're gonna have to pick that up later," warned Karen.
"I'll get around to it," shrugged Plankton, "On to Plan B!"
A fish was riding his bike down the road, not far from the Chum Bucket.
"What a beautiful day!" he grinned.
He was unaware of the nanobots following him down the road. Glad of a target, they latched onto his bike, converting it's matter into something else.
The fish barely registered what had happened before he ground to a halt, his bike turned to granite. He tried to get off – but failed, as his pants had turned to granite as well.
"Aw man!" he exclaimed.