"For so long I've been trying ever so hard to get my microscopic hands on the Krabby Patty secret formula. Persistence didn't work. Disguises didn't work. Nothing worked. Until now, thanks to you, my little princess. You are to hunt down that naive cube of Krabs', love him, seduce him etc, etc, until he becomes so consumed with you he won't care about anything else in the world. Then is the time to break into the Krusty Krab in secret and take the recipe before you get discovered.
You have everything that makes you the perfect match for a martially single fry cook. Now go out there and make me proud. The fall of the Krusty Krab and the rise of the Chum Bucket depends on you."
SPONGE-tropolis
A SpongeBob SquarePants Fan Fiction
By Stacey W.
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After such a tedious day at the Krusty Krab (for Squidward Tentacles anyway), Mr Krabs finally switched the door sign from 'Open' to 'Closed', bringing a thankful smile of Squid's face. It was Saturday night, meaning that the octopus could go to Downtown Bikini Bottom and have a great night out away from the two neighbours he hated the most - SpongeBob SquarePants and Patrick Star. And God knew what SpongeBob got up to on a Saturday night. Usually Squidward would try to play on his clarinet (although he was more or less of an amateur), having to endure all kinds of noises coming from SpongeBob's pineapple house.
But not this night. This night was very special. It was Squidward's only night of fancy living. Going to the fanciest restaurant in all of the Pacific Ocean, gambling in a fine casino deep in downtown Bikini Bottom, so many possibilities awaited Tentacles. His only hope was that SpongeBob and Patrick wouldn't do something so puerile that it would horrifically spoil Squid's evening.
He dressed himself in his best black tuxedo, tied on his best black bow tie round his twig thin neck, before finally placing his shining top hat on top of his huge, age-spot ridden, hairless head. Noticing his clarinet placed alone on a bamboo-like material chair, he picked it up and set it down on his double bed, tucking it in and giving it a goodnight kiss. "Sweet dreams my little Clarie," he whispered, before tiptoeing out of the bedroom and switching the light off.
Ready and looking forward to this fancy night out, Squidward emerged into the tranquille Conch Street. He glared at both the houses of SpongeBob and Patrick, even though their occupiers were both asleep - it was way past ten o'clock at night. The octopus trotted over to his boat, rattling the keys excitedly. Thinking that he shifted the boat into drive in advance, Squidward inserted and turned the keys that started the boat. However, it was left in reverse.
In great excitement, he started driving, not realising that he was going in the direction of the Krusty Krab. Squid looked into the mirror - it was then he realised his big mistake. The boat rocketed past his workplace. "Ah! I'm gonna crash!" the octopus screamed in panic - he tried to shift it back to drive, but due to his panic he snapped the lever. Feeling doomed, he unbuckled his seat belt and jumped out of the boat.
THUD! The boat had crashed into the Chum Bucket. In a matter of seconds, it exploded into a ball of fire. Squidward's jaw felt like a ton of steel as he froze with shock. "My boat..." he exclaimed, collapsing into the floor in tears, "My boat...gone..."
The fire spread rapidly into the interior of the Chum Bucket before the restaurant burst into flames.
***
Meanwhile, back in Conch Street, SpongeBob SquarePants was asleep in his bedroom. Unusually, he was sleeping barefoot, as opposed to wearing both his socks and shoes. He smiled, as pleasant images appeared in his head - a Krabby Patty with the stingers of a jellyfish, buzzing around, waiting to be captured by SpongeBob. He crouched soundlessly in a thicket of kelp, his net at the ready, slightly adjusting his protective glasses. The patty buzzed closer, carefree, just minding its own business. Tense, SpongeBob slightly raised himself. Ready to catch. 3...2...1...he leaped -
DI-LI-LING! The shellphone suddenly rang. SpongeBob missed the catch. He fell head first on the ground before finally waking up in the real world. "Oh, who'd phone me at this time of night?" SpongeBob murmured grumpily.
Feeling sleep deprived, SpongeBob hopped out of bed, crawling under it to fetch his green night robe, and stumbled over downstairs to the shellphone. "Hello?" he said after picking it up.
"SpongeBob, it that you?" a familiar voice cried in a rush.
"Speaking...Mr Krabs? What are you doing up?"
"No time for explanations boy, the Chum Bucket's on fire!"
"What?" SpongeBob screamed in astonishment.
"Get dressed me lad, and meet me at the Krusty Krab! Come quickly!" Mr Krabs finally hung up.
That piece of breaking news really woke SpongeBob up. He rushed into the closet, where he kept at least six of the same shirt and pairs of pants and black shiny shoes. With no time to choose carefully, he just selected a suit at random and quickly got changed. He didn't have no time to even say goodbye to his pet snail Gary.
Once out of his pineapple house, SpongeBob hurried over to the Krusty Krab as speedily as he humanly could. He could picture in his mind how devastating the inferno's impact would be on the Chum Bucket - a fiery tongue destroying everything it licked, preventing those trapped inside from escaping. SpongeBob stopped for a bit, shook off this terrible feeling, and resumed the journey.
Finally, the Krusty Krab was only a few strides away. In the near distance was Eugene Krabs, waving frantically as the approaching SpongeBob caught his eye. " Ahoy there lad!" he called as SpongeBob finally ended his run, "I hear this fire down at the Chum Bucket is the worst I've seen in Bikini Bottom. C'mon boy, let's check it out!"
SpongeBob didn't like the sound of this. He feared the worst...what if he got trapped in the Chum Bucket during rescue, and never came out alive? As he and Mr Krabs darted over to the burning eating establishment, SpongeBob faintly trembled with fear. But whatever tasks he had to do, he wouldn't refuse, no matter how frightening the inferno was.
When the pair finally arrived at the crowded surroundings of the Chum Bucket, Mr Krabs in particular dropped his jaw. "The reports are right lad!" he cried, gazing at the hellish orange glow of the fire, "This is the worst fire in all of Bikini Bottom!"
Dozens of fire fighters strived to pacify the raging flames, as the crowds watched in awe, as if they've never recalled of the word 'fire'. Almost frozen with panic, SpongeBob could see the flames coming to life...whenever exposed to the water, they seemed to become more fierce. "SpongeBob," Mr Krabs suddenly said, placing his meaty claws on Sponge's shoulders. That only made him scream, the only way that released his panic.
"Oh c'mon boy, don't be such a wimp!" Krabs commented, trying to calm his best employee down.
"Sorry Mr Krabs, it's just that...that..." SpongeBob replied chattering his teeth, "I'm too scared!"
"Pull yourself together lad, I've got a little...challenge for you."
"A...challenge?"
"Yes son. You see, there are lots of fire fighters guarding the place that won't let you in from the front. I want you to see if you can get in from the back and be on the lookout for Plankton. That's all. C'mon, I help you get in."
Frightened SpongeBob was tempted to refuse. But then he thought to himself...if he didn't, Plankton would die...he shook his head. He wouldn't let that happen to anyone...no matter how cruel and wicked they were. SpongeBob perked his head up high and told his boss, "Mr Krabs, I'm going in!"
"That's the spirit!" the crustacean replied with a smile, "Now go!"
Disguising his fear, SpongeBob marched behind the burning Chum Bucket in the search for a back entrance. Thick black smoke had totally masked whatever was present there, making it difficult for SpongeBob to see. He coughed as he tried not to inhale the chemically enriched smoke. Suddenly, something had caught his eye...
Light! The back door must have been open...or was it? Hesitant, SpongeBob drew himself closer. Something was there...whatever it was, it wasn't orange - it cast a eerie glow of...aluminous green. Could it have been Karen, Plankton's computer wife, slowly short-circuiting? No, this thing was smaller than that. It was square-shaped, just like the trembling sponge. "I hope I'm not seeing things..." he muttered to himself.
Just then, the aluminous object began to move. It seemed to be stirring, trying to stand, but had a poor sense of balance. Unaware that it was being watched, it walked about a little, wobbling, hoping not to fall. SpongeBob coughed once again. The glowing creature had heard the noise. It turned itself around. To the fry cook's astonishment, this creature was a sponge...just like him. But then, why would it glow so radiantly? Could it have been exposed to radioactive waste?
The glowing sponge stumbled closer...it was female. On the other hand, SpongeBob's panic had reached maximum. He was so frightened he couldn't run...run into the Chum Bucket for safety, away from this radiant freak. All he could do was step backward, until he touched the piping hot metal exterior of the Chum Bucket. SpongeBob gave out a loud cry of pain - he had burned his hands.
However, the girl didn't respond to SpongeBob's reactions. She just imitated the coughing sound and remained still. That wasn't very reassuring for SpongeBob. The fumes from the fire were causing him to hallucinate...he could imagine the girl touching him, even though in real life she seemed harmless.
Finally, SpongeBob screamed at the top of his voice. "I CAN'T TAKE IT!" he yelled in panic. Unaware that the girl was actually here now, standing face to face, he grabbed hold of her hand and fled from the scene at top speed, taking her with him, and leaving the Chum Bucket to burn right down to the ground.
You have everything that makes you the perfect match for a martially single fry cook. Now go out there and make me proud. The fall of the Krusty Krab and the rise of the Chum Bucket depends on you."
SPONGE-tropolis
A SpongeBob SquarePants Fan Fiction
By Stacey W.
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After such a tedious day at the Krusty Krab (for Squidward Tentacles anyway), Mr Krabs finally switched the door sign from 'Open' to 'Closed', bringing a thankful smile of Squid's face. It was Saturday night, meaning that the octopus could go to Downtown Bikini Bottom and have a great night out away from the two neighbours he hated the most - SpongeBob SquarePants and Patrick Star. And God knew what SpongeBob got up to on a Saturday night. Usually Squidward would try to play on his clarinet (although he was more or less of an amateur), having to endure all kinds of noises coming from SpongeBob's pineapple house.
But not this night. This night was very special. It was Squidward's only night of fancy living. Going to the fanciest restaurant in all of the Pacific Ocean, gambling in a fine casino deep in downtown Bikini Bottom, so many possibilities awaited Tentacles. His only hope was that SpongeBob and Patrick wouldn't do something so puerile that it would horrifically spoil Squid's evening.
He dressed himself in his best black tuxedo, tied on his best black bow tie round his twig thin neck, before finally placing his shining top hat on top of his huge, age-spot ridden, hairless head. Noticing his clarinet placed alone on a bamboo-like material chair, he picked it up and set it down on his double bed, tucking it in and giving it a goodnight kiss. "Sweet dreams my little Clarie," he whispered, before tiptoeing out of the bedroom and switching the light off.
Ready and looking forward to this fancy night out, Squidward emerged into the tranquille Conch Street. He glared at both the houses of SpongeBob and Patrick, even though their occupiers were both asleep - it was way past ten o'clock at night. The octopus trotted over to his boat, rattling the keys excitedly. Thinking that he shifted the boat into drive in advance, Squidward inserted and turned the keys that started the boat. However, it was left in reverse.
In great excitement, he started driving, not realising that he was going in the direction of the Krusty Krab. Squid looked into the mirror - it was then he realised his big mistake. The boat rocketed past his workplace. "Ah! I'm gonna crash!" the octopus screamed in panic - he tried to shift it back to drive, but due to his panic he snapped the lever. Feeling doomed, he unbuckled his seat belt and jumped out of the boat.
THUD! The boat had crashed into the Chum Bucket. In a matter of seconds, it exploded into a ball of fire. Squidward's jaw felt like a ton of steel as he froze with shock. "My boat..." he exclaimed, collapsing into the floor in tears, "My boat...gone..."
The fire spread rapidly into the interior of the Chum Bucket before the restaurant burst into flames.
***
Meanwhile, back in Conch Street, SpongeBob SquarePants was asleep in his bedroom. Unusually, he was sleeping barefoot, as opposed to wearing both his socks and shoes. He smiled, as pleasant images appeared in his head - a Krabby Patty with the stingers of a jellyfish, buzzing around, waiting to be captured by SpongeBob. He crouched soundlessly in a thicket of kelp, his net at the ready, slightly adjusting his protective glasses. The patty buzzed closer, carefree, just minding its own business. Tense, SpongeBob slightly raised himself. Ready to catch. 3...2...1...he leaped -
DI-LI-LING! The shellphone suddenly rang. SpongeBob missed the catch. He fell head first on the ground before finally waking up in the real world. "Oh, who'd phone me at this time of night?" SpongeBob murmured grumpily.
Feeling sleep deprived, SpongeBob hopped out of bed, crawling under it to fetch his green night robe, and stumbled over downstairs to the shellphone. "Hello?" he said after picking it up.
"SpongeBob, it that you?" a familiar voice cried in a rush.
"Speaking...Mr Krabs? What are you doing up?"
"No time for explanations boy, the Chum Bucket's on fire!"
"What?" SpongeBob screamed in astonishment.
"Get dressed me lad, and meet me at the Krusty Krab! Come quickly!" Mr Krabs finally hung up.
That piece of breaking news really woke SpongeBob up. He rushed into the closet, where he kept at least six of the same shirt and pairs of pants and black shiny shoes. With no time to choose carefully, he just selected a suit at random and quickly got changed. He didn't have no time to even say goodbye to his pet snail Gary.
Once out of his pineapple house, SpongeBob hurried over to the Krusty Krab as speedily as he humanly could. He could picture in his mind how devastating the inferno's impact would be on the Chum Bucket - a fiery tongue destroying everything it licked, preventing those trapped inside from escaping. SpongeBob stopped for a bit, shook off this terrible feeling, and resumed the journey.
Finally, the Krusty Krab was only a few strides away. In the near distance was Eugene Krabs, waving frantically as the approaching SpongeBob caught his eye. " Ahoy there lad!" he called as SpongeBob finally ended his run, "I hear this fire down at the Chum Bucket is the worst I've seen in Bikini Bottom. C'mon boy, let's check it out!"
SpongeBob didn't like the sound of this. He feared the worst...what if he got trapped in the Chum Bucket during rescue, and never came out alive? As he and Mr Krabs darted over to the burning eating establishment, SpongeBob faintly trembled with fear. But whatever tasks he had to do, he wouldn't refuse, no matter how frightening the inferno was.
When the pair finally arrived at the crowded surroundings of the Chum Bucket, Mr Krabs in particular dropped his jaw. "The reports are right lad!" he cried, gazing at the hellish orange glow of the fire, "This is the worst fire in all of Bikini Bottom!"
Dozens of fire fighters strived to pacify the raging flames, as the crowds watched in awe, as if they've never recalled of the word 'fire'. Almost frozen with panic, SpongeBob could see the flames coming to life...whenever exposed to the water, they seemed to become more fierce. "SpongeBob," Mr Krabs suddenly said, placing his meaty claws on Sponge's shoulders. That only made him scream, the only way that released his panic.
"Oh c'mon boy, don't be such a wimp!" Krabs commented, trying to calm his best employee down.
"Sorry Mr Krabs, it's just that...that..." SpongeBob replied chattering his teeth, "I'm too scared!"
"Pull yourself together lad, I've got a little...challenge for you."
"A...challenge?"
"Yes son. You see, there are lots of fire fighters guarding the place that won't let you in from the front. I want you to see if you can get in from the back and be on the lookout for Plankton. That's all. C'mon, I help you get in."
Frightened SpongeBob was tempted to refuse. But then he thought to himself...if he didn't, Plankton would die...he shook his head. He wouldn't let that happen to anyone...no matter how cruel and wicked they were. SpongeBob perked his head up high and told his boss, "Mr Krabs, I'm going in!"
"That's the spirit!" the crustacean replied with a smile, "Now go!"
Disguising his fear, SpongeBob marched behind the burning Chum Bucket in the search for a back entrance. Thick black smoke had totally masked whatever was present there, making it difficult for SpongeBob to see. He coughed as he tried not to inhale the chemically enriched smoke. Suddenly, something had caught his eye...
Light! The back door must have been open...or was it? Hesitant, SpongeBob drew himself closer. Something was there...whatever it was, it wasn't orange - it cast a eerie glow of...aluminous green. Could it have been Karen, Plankton's computer wife, slowly short-circuiting? No, this thing was smaller than that. It was square-shaped, just like the trembling sponge. "I hope I'm not seeing things..." he muttered to himself.
Just then, the aluminous object began to move. It seemed to be stirring, trying to stand, but had a poor sense of balance. Unaware that it was being watched, it walked about a little, wobbling, hoping not to fall. SpongeBob coughed once again. The glowing creature had heard the noise. It turned itself around. To the fry cook's astonishment, this creature was a sponge...just like him. But then, why would it glow so radiantly? Could it have been exposed to radioactive waste?
The glowing sponge stumbled closer...it was female. On the other hand, SpongeBob's panic had reached maximum. He was so frightened he couldn't run...run into the Chum Bucket for safety, away from this radiant freak. All he could do was step backward, until he touched the piping hot metal exterior of the Chum Bucket. SpongeBob gave out a loud cry of pain - he had burned his hands.
However, the girl didn't respond to SpongeBob's reactions. She just imitated the coughing sound and remained still. That wasn't very reassuring for SpongeBob. The fumes from the fire were causing him to hallucinate...he could imagine the girl touching him, even though in real life she seemed harmless.
Finally, SpongeBob screamed at the top of his voice. "I CAN'T TAKE IT!" he yelled in panic. Unaware that the girl was actually here now, standing face to face, he grabbed hold of her hand and fled from the scene at top speed, taking her with him, and leaving the Chum Bucket to burn right down to the ground.