Time Fixers: Nicktoons of the Future

Episode 1: Reign of DarkEvil

Plot: The Syndicate builds a Memory Extractor which they plan to use on Jimmy Neutron to steal classified information. But when SpongeBob gets hit with the device instead, it leaves him with no memories of himself or any of his friends. With his memories in their possession, the Syndicate learn of a dangerous foe from SpongeBob's past and bring him back for assistance. All the while, SpongeTron is feeling distraught over Jimmy neglecting him since his marriage to Cindy, and decides to join forces with said foe in hopes of revenge. Can the Nicktoons defeat this new threat, help SpongeBob regain his memories, and get SpongeTron back to their side- all the while Cindy needs to share some exciting news?

Part 2

The next morning, they go to the arcade where Darry and Tommy are playing against each other in a Crimson Chin melee game. SpongeTron, however, was sitting on a bench with a depressed look on his face as he slumped over. "Oh, how can we just sit here playing games when the Creator's in need of help?"

Tammy was playing with a claw machine game as she explained, "But you heard our dads. We need to let them handle it."

"But Neutron can't take care of him!" SpongeTron shouted as he angrily stood up. "He wouldn't even take care of me!"

"Would you relax, ST?" Darry said while battling Tommy on the arcade game, "Neutron's your creator also. You've got to put a little faith in him."

SpongeTron scoffs, "Of course, you'd side with him. You're humans after all." He frowns and stomps away. Darry and Tammy watch as their friend storms out.

Darry turns and asks Tommy, "You think we should have paid more attention to SpongeTron? He is our friend after all."

"Who's SpongeTron?" Tommy asked more focused on the game, who wasn't paying attention to the recent conversation.

Eventually, the Syndicate was able to transport the time machine into their lair. "At last! We were SO close to achieving our goal when we had all five crystals, but lost to those Nicktoons and their spawn. But with him, we will finally victor over them!" Calamitous said, laughing. He turns to see Plankton and Crocker holding up the time machine.

"How come WE had to be the ones carrying this thing all the way here?" Plankton wanted to know, not able to hold the device any longer.

Crocker dropped the device onto Plankton while Calamitous answered, "Because I'll be hooking up the device and finding the correct time period to recruit our new team member."

Like he said, Calamitous hooks the device to an AC outlet to power the machine. He goes to the keyboard next to the arc. "Now to put in the right calculations to the time era and..." The computer beeps up and Calamitous smirks. "Perfect!"

Plankton popped his head from underneath the time machine and pulls himself out, just in time for him and Crocker to witness Calamitous pushing the red button. Suddenly, the machine lights up and whirrs with energy. In the center of the arc, it sparked and formed a blue portal and then-

Somewhere in an unknown world, a hooded figure lifts up his head, detecting something. "I sense a disturbance in time," he said when his form becomes smaller. He turns toward a circular screen in front of him. As he watches, he speaks, "So they've done it. The Syndicate has awoken…him."

Back in the real world, SpongeTron grumbled as he marched through Bikini Bottom. "Those guys…" he said to himself, "Shouldn't they be concerned about the Creator? I thought they were my friends. Well, I don't care what they say. I'm gonna find a way to bring the Creator back to his senses." Suddenly, he hears a loud yell and looks from a distance to see a bright light. Recognizing the voice and location, SpongeTron gasped and rocketed forward.

In Jellyfish Fields, Junior was skipping around, trying to catch a jellyfish while Sally holds a jellyfish with rubber gloves and a magnifying glass, examining the specimen with Dolly and Allie watching.

A jellyfish three times its size was floating when Crash was on top of a coral tree. He smirks and jumps off, landing on the jellyfish. "Giddy-up!" Crash cheered, riding on the jellyfish like a rodeo. But quickly, the jellyfish dropped Crash on the ground and shocked him in anger. The jellyfish flew away as SpongeTron came just in time.

"Crash!" SpongeTron yelled in worry as he rushed over to the injured sponge. "Are you okay?"

Crash winced after he touched the sting bump on the side of his face, but weakly smiled and responded, "Heck yeah! I set a new record since the last time I rode that thing."

Dolly huffed and said, "Y'all are lucky Mama or Daddy didn't see ya doin' that."

SpongeTron stared oddly as he asked, "What are you all doing out here?"

"We're trying to find the perfect jellyfish to bring to Dad as a present." Allie answered.

"This one is missing a stinger." Sally said as she let the jellyfish she was holding fly away.

"We were hopin' our present will help Pa recover his memories," Dolly added for Allie.

SpongeTron smiled warmly. "Well, that's sweet of you guys." but then frowned, "At least there's a few people who care."

"Wanna know what present I wanna give to Daddy?" Junior asked SpongeTron.

The robot knelt down to him and answered in a friendly tone, "I sure do. Tell me."

Junior giggled and answered, "I wanna make Daddy the bestest krabby patty he ever tasted! It'll be the perfect gift for him!"

"I didn't know you can cook."

"I don't, but Buster's gonna help me. Once he bites into that krabby patty, he'll get all his memories back. Won't that be great?" Then, Junior frowns a bit, "I've never made a krabby patty before, but I'm sure I can do it! Then, I'll be a great fry cook just like Daddy!" SpongeTron looks at him and smiles, patting him on the head.

"I think that's a great idea, Junior," SpongeTron said, "In fact, I too wanna help you accomplish it!"

Junior's eyes widened and he grinned, "Really?"

"Sure!" SpongeTron wrapped his arm around Junior, "Though honestly, I've never cooked a krabby patty before either. But I'm a robotic clone of the Creator, so how bad can it be?"

Later, SpongeTron follows Junior to the Krusty Krab to help. They are placed in the kitchen where Buster will teach them. Buster puts on his Krusty Krab hat, followed by Junior and SpongeTron (who just puts a regular hat on top of his own).

Buster puts a raw patty on the grill which begins to sizzle from the heat. He then gives Junior a spatula and steps to the side, allowing him to cook it. Junior stares at the spatula fondly and slides it underneath the patty. But due to his intense strength, Junior actually flips the patty very high, sticking to the ceiling.

"You almost had it." SpongeTron supportably commented. "Try again, and this time, put a little less 'flip' on it."

Junior nodded as Buster prepares another raw patty. As the robot instructed, Junior flips the patty, but expectedly, it flies behind them and into a fan. As the patty hits the fan, it splatters and spits the goop of what's left of the patty. Buster, Junior, and SpongeTron duck as it flies out through the small window.

On the other side, Squidward was hit from behind with the patty goop as he stood in the cashier boat. He frowns dully and says, "Of course."

Junior seemed to be getting discouraged until SpongeTron tried to cheer him up. "Third time's the charm. Try again." Buster puts another raw patty on the grill, and this time, Junior keeps himself fully focused and grips the spatula with both hands as he slowly and steadily moves it under the patty and proceeds to flip it.

Junior flips the patty through the air and this time, it flies at a reasonable height and lands perfectly back on the grill. Junior grins at this. "I did it! I DID IT!" Junior shouted excitedly.

He hugs SpongeTron. "I did it!" and then Buster, "I did it!" then he runs out of the kitchen and shouts, "I DID IT!" Junior runs back into the kitchen, still jumping up and down. "It's all thanks to you, Buster! Especially you, SpongeTron, cuz you believed in me. They said I couldn't do it, but I did and Daddy will be so proud of me." as he jabbered on, Buster's eyes widen as he spots the grill and tries to get Junior's attention.

But Junior didn't notice anything. "Do you think I should bring him ice-cream too?" he asked SpongeTron. "Maybe the coldness will help bring his memories back."

But then he stopped and sniffed the air when a cloud of black smoke hovered over him and SpongeTron. "Do you smell something?" he asked the robot.

SpongeTron looks at the side of Junior and finally notices. "GAH! FIRE!"

Junior turns and screams to see he forgot to take out the patty now setting aflame. Junior and SpongeTron ran in circles until Buster runs off and comes back with a fire extinguisher. He quickly sprayed foam at the grill putting out the fire. Junior coughed, but gasped to see his perfect patty now a pile of black soot.

Junior's eyes began to water, "Daddy's krabby patty...is RUINED!" He sniffs in tears, but SpongeTron pats him on the back.

"It's alright, Junior. I'm sure you can try again a fourth time," he assured.

"No, I can't!" Junior screamed out, "Daddy made the perfect patty his first try! I can't be a great fry cook like Daddy! Why can't I do anything right!?" he cried and rushes out of the kitchen and into the restroom.

Buster and SpongeTron ran there but the door was locked. They can hear Junior's cries from there. "What do we do, Buster?" SpongeTron asked desperately. "With the Creator in his condition, I don't want Junior and the rest of his siblings to be sad like this. You're coping well about it, Buster, do you have any suggestions?"

Buster was about to answer when they hear more cries outside the Krusty Krab, only they were actually cries of help and screams of fear. They look through the window to see the same PlankBots from last time.

"It's the Syndicate!" SpongeTron cried out. "I better call the others." he took out his Recaller and was about to dial it until he stopped and frowned, "No! I don't need them! I'll capture the Syndicate and make them return the Creator's memories MYSELF!" Buster's eyes widen in concern and he stands in front of SpongeTron with his arms out as he shakes his head.

But SpongeTron moved Buster aside and proceeded forward. "I know I promised, but unlike them, I care for the Creator and I will not let the only creator I have that cares for me doomed to a life of not knowing who I am." SpongeTron rushed out of the restaurant as Buster stared helplessly at the robot's unnecessary risk.

Outside, a sonic blasts hits four PlankBots, destroying them as the other robots turn their heads to see SpongeTron standing there with his arm turned into his sonic cannon. "Where is the Syndicate?" SpongeTron demanded to know. "I have business with them!"

The PlankBots said nothing and aim their blasters at the enemy. SpongeTron dodged the blasts and continued to try and fight the robots, turning his arm into a beamsword as he deflected the blasts back at the robots, destroying them. However, one of the robots was eyeing him with a camera from its eye.

From another location, a strange figure was watching from in front of a screen that broadcasts the p.o.v. from the PlankBots. "So...he thinks he can face me again." the figure said coldly. "I think it's time for a little reunion."

When SpongeTron nearly finished destroying all the Plankbots, a dismembered head of the robot shot a laser from its eye that hit SpongeTron from behind and knocked him down.

When he was about to get up, he attempted to transform his left arm into a gun, it instead sparked and short-circuited before shutting down. "Oh no." he groaned in panic, realizing he was unable to move his arm. "Not again!"

One of the PlankBots grabs SpongeTron by his other arm and began to carry him off. "Hey, let me go!" SpongeTron shouted as he was helplessly carried off.

Buster watches everything from the Krusty Krab window and his eyes widen in shock as he silently gasps to see SpongeTron taken away.

Meanwhile, at Nicktoons HQ, SpongeBob was laying in the infirmary bed, strangely reading a Quantum Physics book until a bouquet of flowers was thrown in front of him. He looked up to see Darry, Tammy, and Tommy had come to visit him.

"Hey, SpongeBob, how are you doing?" Darry asked, wondering how his memories are.

"Um...I'm fine." SpongeBob answered timidly. "Thanks."

"So you got your memories back?" Tommy asked eagerly. "Do you remember who we are?"

"Hmm..." SpongeBob thinks carefully and responds, "You're Tommy, Tammy, and Darry. You're part of a group called the Nicktoons, who fight alongside a robot who looks like me."

The three smiled. "That's right!" Darry shouted happily.

"So you do remember!" Tammy also shouted.

"No, I don't." SpongeBob simply replied. "I just read something called 'Classified Nicktoon Profiles' last night when I was bored."

At this, Darry, Tammy, and Tommy slumped over in disappointment. "We were so close too." Tommy groaned.

"Where is that little robot anyway?" SpongeBob asked curiously. "Doesn't his creator live here?"

"You're his creator, SpongeBob." Darry pointed out and explained, "We wanted to invite him to come visit you since he's worried, but he ran off and we weren't sure where he was."

"I hope you get your memories back in time for the anniversary party at the Krusty Krab." Tammy mentioned. "You couldn't have forgotten about that, could you?"

"What's a 'Krusty Krab'?" SpongeBob cluelessly asked.

The three groan in discouragement as SpongeBob remains oblivious. Just then, Jimmy and Cindy walk in with snacks and drinks. "Any luck?" Jimmy asked the kids.

"No," Tommy frowned, "He still doesn't remember anything."

"Well, don't worry too much," Jimmy assured, "I'm sure he's recovering his memories little by little. Just be patient."

"I just wish there was something we can do to help." Darry said, feeling depressed. "I can't stand seeing him like this."

"Danny, Timmy, and Tak are doing everything they can to find the Syndicate." Jimmy explained. "And don't worry. Your contribution by visiting SpongeBob and showing your support is help enough."

"Neutron's right." Cindy said with a smile. "And while we're on the subject of showing support, there's something I have to tell you all." she turned to Jimmy. "Especially you, Neutron."

"Yes, dear?" Jimmy asked with a look of interest. "You can tell me anything."

Cindy began explaining, "Well, I'm glad. Because the reason I wasn't feeling good was because I'm-"

"Hey guys," SpongeBob interrupted as he shakily held a purple flurp glass in his hands and had a cautious look. "I'm not feeling so good all of a sudden."

"What's wrong?" Darry asked, feeling concerned. "Did you catch whatever Cindy had?"

Cindy growled in anger. "I doubt it." and walked out of the room in frustration.

"No, it's nothing like that." SpongeBob explained, still cautious. "I have the strangest feeling that...that something bad is happening right now."

Everybody looked surprised by this. "What do you mean 'something bad'?" Tommy asked.

"I don't know." SpongeBob tried to explain. "I feel like I know what it is, but I can't remember what. All I know is that whatever you're looking for seems to be getting worse."

"What's he talking about?" Darry asked Jimmy.

Jimmy shrugs, "I'm not sure. Perhaps he's delusional from the effects of Calamitous' weapon? Either way, if what he says is true, then we gotta keep an eye out for whatever the Syndicate is planning."

Somewhere in a dark room, SpongeTron is held captive and strapped to a chair with metal restraints. "Hello?" SpongeTron meekly called out as he glanced around to see nobody in sight. "Anyone here? I'm armed, you know!"

"You've changed since we last met, haven't you?" an unfamiliar voice asked from the darkness.

SpongeTron gasped, not recognizing it as any of the Syndicate's voices. "Who are you? Show yourself!"

"Your worst nightmare." the figure answered as he stepped into the light near SpongeTron. "Yourself."

SpongeTron's eyes widen in shock to see that his captor was a strange small square figure with a black helmet, mask, suit, with matching boots, gloves, and a cape. Oddly enough, SpongeTron didn't recognize him as anybody he knew.

"I knew it was you!" SpongeTron shouted in shock until he remembered, "Wait, I...I've never seen you before in my life."

"What?!" the figure shouted in anger as he got closer to SpongeTron. "Don't play stupid with me! You haven't forgotten our last confrontation. You were destined to become me."

"Me? Be you?" SpongeTron asked in confusion, "Wait, I don't even know what you are."

The black cladded figure smacks his head in annoyance and lifts off his mask. Once it's removed, SpongeTron gasped, recognizing his face, "Creator?!"

Behind the mask, was SpongeBob, but he looks somewhat aged and has a few scars. "Hmmm…" he spoke rubbing his chin, taking a clear view of SpongeTron, "You look much younger than I anticipated."

"Is it really you, Creator?" SpongeTron asked until he realized to his horror, "Oh no...the Syndicate kidnapped you and turned you into a Criminal Amnesiac. Creator, don't believe them! You're not evil, you're good! Remember who you really are!"

The figure lowered his mask back down and stared at SpongeTron in the face. "Tell me, SquarePants, do you really wanna be like this before I kill you?"

"SquarePants?" SpongeTron questioned. "I'm not SquarePants. Are you talking about my creator? But...who are you then?"

"Your what?" the figure then knocked on SpongeTron's head to hear a 'clank' noise. "You're made of metal? But you're supposed to be SquarePants!"

"Oh, I'm actually a robot created from the likeness of him," SpongeTron explained then frowns, "Though my other creator is the one who built my circuits and weapons. He's also my mechanic who's supposed to take care of me rather than his wife!"

"How do I know this isn't a lie?" the figure asked suspiciously. "Prove yourself."

SpongeTron used his good arm to reach for the device on his chest which activated his Fakifier that made a glow appear around him and deactivated his cloaking device, changing him into his true robotic appearance.

The figure's eyes widen behind his mask as he backs away two steps in shock. "So it's true. You're not SpongeBob SquarePants." but then he glares. "Then where is he?"

"Lost." SpongeTron answered as he slumped over. "Lying around with nothing on his mind- literally. The Syndicate wiped his memories away and now he can't remember anything- including me. And no one is doing anything about it."

"Is that so?" the figure asked as he went into deep thought.

"But wait a minute." SpongeTron asked as he looked at the figure. "If you're not my creator. Then who are you? Why do you look like him?"

"Didn't you hear me before?" the figure asked as he approached SpongeTron. "He was destined to become me, meaning I AM him... I AM your creator: DarkEvil LaserPants." As the villain claiming to be SpongeBob went into maniacal laughter, SpongeTron's eyes widen in realization and horror.

And that's the end- no, wait, it's not. There's still more. Please leave a review and wait around for Part 3.