A/N: Remember the old Plug-'n-Play SpongeBob game system that came with five different games? One of them (my favorite) was The Super Chum Bucket. Now, for those who've actually played the game, I can't help but ask-- am I the only one who thought the ending was the most disappointing thing EVER? I mashed that button and joystic until my hands had blisters. I braved all those killing machines, slippery obstacles, and electric currents to save my best friend and how do I get rewarded? TEXT. FRIGGIN' N.E.S ERA TEXT. That hurt. A lot. So to satisfy the storyline-hungry maniac in me, how's about a write a story based on the game? Good? Good. Here we go.

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The Super Chum Bucket

Prologue

by SpongeFan SquareFiction

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"Augh, I give UP!" Plankton screeched loudly, throwing another stuffed manila folder into the already full trash can ruthlessly. Several documents slid out of the beige-colored folder and into the floor, indicating it was high time to take out the trash. Not like it mattered to Plankton. The Chum Bucket was already in shambles inside and out... a little mess on the floor just added to the restaurant's current theme: garbage wasteland. The diminutive genius knew he could have done better than this... he could have been a doctor, or an actor, or a politician-- I mean, for goodness sake, he went to college! But no... he had to be the owner of a fast food joint. And not a very good one at that. But it was too late to turn back now. He has spent too much of his life blindly seeking his arch-nemisis' secret Krabby Patty recipie and he stubbornly refused to quit... even after everyone knew this was all for nil. "Grr! That's it! I've officially thought of EVERYTHING!" he growled, leaning harshly against the large compared to him trash can. "Theft, conspiracy, video surveillence, theft, impersonation, hiring a hitman, hiring a lawyer, theft!" At this point, more documents had slipped out of the bin and piled up on top of the tiny green invertebrate.

He forced his way out from under the pile, snarling in the progress. He kicked away at the large leaves of paper and glanced down at them coldly. Nothing but foiled and failed plans stared up at him. Maybe this was a sign... a sign that he should just surrender for real this time. Not as a façade, but to actually retire. Somewhere in the back of Plankton's mind, a teeny-tiny-far-beyond-microscopic thought in him knew that he would never obtain the formula anyway. After about two and a half decades, it would be awfully nice to just sit back and leave the business world in the dust. Maybe take a trip to the Indian Ocean... they say the native food is phenomenal. Yeah... maybe he should retire.

'Or...' he suddenly thought, a sinister grin slowly forming in his lips. 'We could do this the old-fashioned supervillian way...'

A plan was already being concocted. He got up and headed towards his main computer, Karen, and woke her up from her standby mode. He was already grinning like a madman as the monitor screen stared coming into focus. "Rise and shine, sweetheart! I got a brand new plan. And this time, I'm giving it my all!"

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NEXT: Chapter One: The Kidnapping