DENNIS
He clutched the side of the speedboat's hull. They had gotten this far out of dumb luck. Reefs, islands and all streamed past him, he was just under the water, and could feel the engine, grabbing on to the barnacles attached to the hull, he slowly climbed down, it was a three mile long drop (for a fish)the currents howled around him as he climbed on a harrowing climb straight down, when he was under the hull, his hands holding on to the barnacles were the only thing keeping him on the boat. His feet dangled over the huge drop, he swung, using the barnacles like monkey bars.
Almost there…
His hand reached out for anther, it was too far, he slipped. Dennis franticly grabbed it, but hung by one hand to the bottom of the speeding boat. Pulling his feet up so he was bracing them against a clam attached to the boat, he launched himself through the air, at the plastic bag that was half submerged at the fore of the speedboat.
Cant let a job go unfinished…
As he leaped through the water, his hands shot out, grasping one of the handles, and pulling the thing under. He almost fell, but the bag held onto the spar. He pulled himself above the water, where the man driving the boat sat. sneaking past him, Dennis the Bounty Hunter saw the fishing line trailing in the water.
He hauled on the bag until it gave way. Bunching it up and grabbing the massive thing in his left hand, he leaped to the line.
The Ten-Pound-Test, fishing line held under his weight, a he slid down it towards the waves. When he entered the water again, he kept sliding down the fishing line,
There.
The town sped below him, he waited until he could see the 'Krusty Krab' below him, then…jumped.
As he shot through the air, he grabbed both handles on the plastic bag, and let go of the folds.
The makeshift parachute billowed up behind him, slowing his decent to a fast float, rather than a murderous drop.
As the landscape rushed up to meet him, Dennis let go of the bag, hitting the ground at a run, he burst into the Krusty Krab.
It was empty, save for a single red crab in corporate casual clothes sweeping up from the remnants of what looked like the most baby-ish part ever.
He was too late.
Walking up to the crab, he growled, "You seen a yellow square kid and a sea star so fat he has a moon?"
The crab leaned on his broom. "Aye, they went to the goofy goober's restaurant to party, though you look like someone who wouldn't be caught dead in that place." Said the crab, referring to the tough-guy look.
Dennis thanked the crustacean and left.
Man he missed his wheels, that bike would have helped a hell of a lot now.
He did not feel very imposing while he stepped out of the taxi cab, arguing over the price.
Scooting around to the back of the restaurant, the Bounty Hunter loaded the revolver in his right hand. Stepping in, he noticed with disdain how the whole establishment just screamed 'baby' With it's silly dancing peanut and its toys for sale. He entered the bar around back, where a waiter was stirring up drinks.
"You seen a sponge in here?" he asked glancing around in vain for an alcoholic drink. While he might not be paid for this hit, it was a matter of professional pride now.
"Yeah, he's the big man in the restaurant here. God, I hate working here" Grumbled the waiter.
Dennis nodded, "Good man"
He walked around backstage while he snuck up on the Starfish and sponge, he took stock of his surroundings. The FOOLS were dancing with a robot peanut of all things. He raised his revolver.
Lining up the iron sights, he clicked back the hammer with his thumb and squeezed the trigger…
"STOP!" a waiter was running towards him, glancing over, he saw the waiter dive for Dennis's gun hand. The man hit him a moment later, the revolver discharged. The peanut went flying, the bullet had hit its 'head' and the robot went down, flying off of the stage and into the terrified children and parents.
Dennis and the waiter struggled until the bounty hunter put his knee in the man's gut. As the waiter doubled over, Dennis saw the kid staring at him in disbelief.
"You…you…you killed Goofy Goober!" sobbed the sponge.
Dennis kicked the waiter away, the starfish was running at dennis, murder in his eyes.
"YOU KILLED GOOFY GOOBER, YOU DOO-DOO HEAD!" Screamed Patrick. Bringing up the pistol, Dennis shot the sea star clean through his fat stomach. Patrick screamed in pain and fell off the stage, landing on a table and splattering the eaters with Triple Gooberberry Sunrise.
"PATRICK!" screamed the yellow cube. Dennis leveled the weapon again, shooting he sponge in the arm, then the leg, then the chest. Realizing that he was low on ammunition, dennis sighted the revolver at Spongebob's head, as the stumbling, sobbing poriferian bled like crazy. A massive weight slammed into Dennis.
The club bouncer.
The man was a massive blue whale, armed with a chair in one hand, and a brass-knuckled fist in the other.
Taken unawares, Dennis felt a flurry of blows rain on his face for what felt like eternity, all he remembered was pressing the magnum up against the whale's chest, pulling the trigger once, twice, feeling the blood seep onto his fingerless gloves, kneeing the man in the groin, shoving him off of him, and making a break for the door.
When Dennis rushed out, looking for all the world like a deranged psycho, several police boats were pulling up outside, sprinting to a back ally, Dennis hauled himself to the roof.
Mr Krabs hurried to the hospital, Sandy and a protesting Squidward in tow, word had gotten out that Spongebob had gotten hit when a gunman burst into Goofy Goober's and shot up the place, Patrick was apparently in a coma and the bouncer of the club was killed when he assaulted the Gun-Wielding nutcase.
When they got to the room that Spongebob and Patrick were located in, they filed in slowly, a pair of cots, a pair of televisions, a magazine stand and several other pieces of furniture adorned the spartan room. The Sponge was in a leg and arm cast, and his chest was swaddled in bandages, apparently the 'Patrick is in a coma' part was a rumor, because he was up but connected to several IVs
"Hey guys" said Spongebob weakly.
Squidward began reading some magazines and sandy and Mr Krabs walked to Spongebob's cot.
"Howdy Spongebob." Said Sandy "How yall feeling?"
Spongebob put a hopeful smile on his face. "The doctor says I can be out by tomorrow!"
_BIKINI BOTTOM: SLUMS_
Dennis sat and contemplated what he had done. Those FOOLS had pull with the king as far as he knew. That mad Dennis a hunted man, of course, he had spent his life, since age 14 being hunted, but this would be worse.
As long as the king was alive…Dennis's life was forfeit…the king had to go.
His daughter too.