Bikini Bottom Jail
"That SpongeBob. This world would be better off without him." Plankton fumed.
Plankton was finally serving a life sentence in jail after his failed Plan Z.
He laid down on the nearby slab of granite he was supposed to sleep on. At least they had the decency to give him a pillow and blanket.
"Wait!" Plankton yelled, an idea forming in his twisted mind. "World. I said world! There are billions of other worlds out there in this universe. And better yet, there are other universes! And if I could create a controlled black hole or use space-time warping magic, I can just hop right out of this cell and have a whole other universe to hide in. But that's impossible given my current accommodations."
Plankton sighed.
"If only some kind of event of great dramatic significance would happen that would take me out of this stinkin' place!" he yelled in exasperation.
Just then, a portal opened up underneath Plankton.
"YES!" he exclaimed in joy at his newfound luck.