Episode One: Gerry McYearold's Club
A slick black motorbike slid across the bottom of the sea. It stopped in front of the toughest bar in the sea. A tall, green fish with huge muscles, sunglasses, a hat and a balaclava covering his mouth walked inside. All the fish inside were punching and throwing chairs at each other while heavy metal music blared out practically making everyone deaf. The fish sat down on one of the chairs and waited for someone to come. That someone came two minutes later.
He walked up to the bartender. "Is Dennis here? We have a meeting." Dennis lifted his sunglasses, revealing another pair underneath.
"I'm Dennis." Said Dennis. "What do you want?"
"Could we talk outside, I can't hear myself think in this place."
Dennis and the man went outside. "I want you to take care of this guy." The man handed Dennis a photograph. Dennis looked at it. It was a picture of a large salmon with a tuxedo. "That's Gerry McYearold. The most feared gangster in all of the oceans."
"Where might I find him?" asked Dennis.
"I'm not sure where he is, but I know someone who can tell you. His name is Eugene Krabs, and he lives in Bikini Bottom. You can find him in his restaurant, the Krusty Krab."
"Bikini Bottom, Eugene Krabs, Krusty Krab, Gerry McYearold. Got it. Why do you want this guy down?"
"He's after my blood, man. Just take him down. Here's your pay." He threw 200 sand dollars at Dennis and ran off.
Dennis turned on his motorbike and zoomed off towards Bikini Bottom.
Dennis stopped at the Krusty Krab restaurant and went inside. "Fast food. Disgusting." A red crab walked by Dennis and said:
"Hello, there. Can I help you?"
"I'm looking for a Eugene Krabs." Said Dennis.
"That be I." Said the crab. "How can I help you? One Krabby Patty or two?"
"I want to know about Gerry McYearold." Said Dennis.
"McYearold?!" Said Krabs. "Um, come into my office, I'll talk to you about him." Dennis followed Krabs into his office and sat down in front of the desk.
"Before I got into the fast food business I used to work for McYearold." Said Krabs. "I would make drinks for his club, take care of his pets while he was away, stuff like that. Then he fired me when I found out he was a gangster. He even sent his best men after me. But I wasn't called Iron Claws in the Navy for nuthin'!"
"Where is McYearold?" Dennis demanded.
"I remember where his club was located." Said Krabs. "It's in the dark alley behind the Shell Shack."
Dennis stormed out of the restaurant and ran towards the alley.
Dennis' motorbike stopped behind the Shell Shack. He slid off and walked towards a small building with the sign:
McYearold's Businessmen Club
Dennis knocked on the door. He didn't knock that hard, but the door disintegrated into a pile of dust. Woodworm wriggled out of the pile, which explained why. A small clown fish was mopping the filthy floor inside. The place was filled with nostalgia pictures from the 1950's covered the wall. A small stage took up one of the corners of the room, with dirty jazz instruments obviously never used in the past 60 years. Along with the pictures on the wall, there were other pictures on the wall with various bands that have played on the very stage. Dennis could even recognise the same Gerry McYearold he saw in the picture the weak fish gave him.
The fish that was mopping saw Dennis and the pile of dust behind him. "Hello, there, stranger. How can I help you?"
Dennis took down his sunglasses, yet again revealing another pair underneath. "I'm looking for Gerry McYearold. Do you know where I can find him?"
"Gerry McYearold?" The man started laughing, and then stopped when he saw Dennis was starting to put his hand in his holster, where he kept his punching gloves. "No offence, sir, but McYearold died years ago. Heart Attack, it was. This place closed down not too long after."
"WHAT?!" Dennis shouted. "Then what are you doing here?"
"Oh, I bought the place a couple o' days ago. Turning it into a magic shop." The man replied. He looked behind Dennis. "Looks like I might need a new door."
"That creep!" Shouted Dennis. "Sending me to off someone who's already DEAD! I'll show him!" Dennis ran out of the door. He jumped on to the motorbike and zoomed off. The man watched Dennis ride off.
"He was going to off McYearold?" He said. "I better call the police."
Dennis was zooming towards the county line when he started to hear sirens behind him. He looked behind himself. Three police cars were after him. "Barnacles."
"STOP!" Came a noise from one of the police cars. "If you get past the county line we won't be able to persecute you."
Dennis put all his emergency gas and he zoomed close to the county line… the stopped. The gas meter was empty. Dennis went behind the bike and pushed. He got past the county line and pushed the bike further.
The police cars stopped. "Fishpaste!" Said one of the officers. "The chief said that if I didn't catch one more criminal he'd fire me."
Dennis continued pushing towards the nearest gas station. He would get some gas, and THEN he'll start looking for another job. He'd also look for the creep who gave him a false job.