Well, there's only one more chapter after this. :) Also, I did some reading and there actually was a Fiftieth Regiment in the British Army (although they were in Malta at this time.) I would like to stress that the Fiftieth in this story is not the real-life Fiftieth, and no offense is intended to thier decendants.

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TweenisodeOrange: It's nearly over. :) Thanks for reading!

Cartoonatic55: That would make a good one-shot. XD The ending...you'll see. ;) Thanks for reviewing!

Zim'sMostLoyalServant: I'm glad you liked the fight - I worked hard on improving it from the original cruddy concept. :| Thanks for the review!

Chapter Ten: Aftermath

MINER REBELLION IN SHANTYTOWN!

The Five Hundred and First Grenadier Battalion and the Fiftieth Regiment have finally restored order to the mining town of Bendithurst, commonly known as Shantytown, from an uprising of disgruntled miners.

Special Constable James Walker has declared that there is no cause for alarm, and that no further rebellion has been incited in other mining towns. However, calls for the governor to revoke the licence fee have been widespread, to prevent the incident from being repeated in future.

Casualties are at this time unknown…

The 501st and the 50th slowly began to restore order to Shantytown. The miners were essentially under 'military overwatch' – they couldn't leave the confines of the township, neither were they locked up (the jail was nowhere near big enough).

Walker had been infuriated ever since the battle in the stockade. He was just waiting for something else to humiliate him.

Well, he thought, if I can't have my job, I can still have my pride…

Freakshow strode into his office.

"The Governor sent an envoy – the miners are free to go," he stated.

"I choose not to obey that order," replied Walker, calmly.

"Constable, the 501st will inevitably obey this order, you can't simply make your own rules!" implored Freakshow.

"Yes," Walker snarled, "I can."

"Walker, you can't…" Freakshow began.

"Questioning me, Showsenhower?" quizzed Walker, "That's against the rules."

He pulled his pistol from his holster and aimed at Freakshow's head.

"Sorry, Captain."

BANG!

Walker stepped over the body and onto the street, still holding his pistol. Three privates of the Fiftieth walked up to him, looking for orders.

"Any news from the town, boss?" asked one.

"They've broken the rules," muttered Walker, almost to himself, "Open fire."

"On what?" asked another soldier.

"On everything."

Walker strode down the road, shooting his gun. A Grenadier fell to the dirt, and all hell broke loose.

The Grenadiers ran to intercept as Walker and his comrades strode down the road. Walker was smiling slightly madly as he randomly fired at the troops.

An officer from the Fiftieth ran towards him.

"Walker, what're you doing?" he demanded, "The captain ordered…"

Walker turned the pistol and fired at officer's head. He dropped into the dirt, his mouth an O of surprise. The soldiers following him hesitated, but Walker's gesture to his gun convinced them to keep following.

Walker continued to walk, still shooting, lost in a world of his own. A shot from a grenadier hit the third private in the throat, and he fell.

"Sir!" the first one gasped, "They-they just killed…"

"Keep going, Private," ordered Walker, softly.

Walker walked around the corner, towards a small encampment – and a pile of gunpowder barrels kept by the soldiers to arm their weapons.

Another shot, and the second private fell, a wound in his back.

"Sir, we have to run!" the remaining soldier begged, "There's n-no point! We-we're not even doing anyth-"

Another shot, and he fell, landing face-first into the dirt.

Walker turned around and smiled grimly at the grenadiers. The troops aimed their muskets and fired.

The barrels ignited. Walker was still grinning as he was blown to oblivion.

Dib blinked.

The roof above him was blurry, but he seemed to be in another mineshaft. He was groggy, and felt numb in his left arm. Blinking his dizziness away, he found Danny looking over him.

"You're gonna be fine," he reassured, "We found a doctor, he's patching you up."

"I can't feel my arm…"

Dib glanced to his left, and his eyes widened. His left arm was gone – an empty sleeve was strewn on the floor instead.

"Sorry man," sighed Danny, "He had to do it. It had gangrene…"

Dib nodded.

"Did we win?"

Danny shook his head.

"No," he sighed, "But the good news is that Walker's gone. He went nuts – walking down the main street shooting things, and they…"

Danny shrugged, and made a gesture to indicate holding a gun.

Dib gave a weary sigh.

"Maybe things'll turn out alright in the end," he sighed.

There was the sound of creaking, and a small wooden trapdoor opened. Dib blinked at the sunlight as Spongebob, Patrick and Sandy climbed into the shaft.

"Good news everyone!" Spongebob exclaimed, "They're letting us all off!"

"Really?" asked Danny, tilting his head, "That easily?"

"It gets better," smiled Sandy, handing over a leaflet.

Colonial Decree Fifteen, in the name of Her Majesty Queen Victoria, VR.

As of this day, the Mining Licence is hereby revoked. It will be replaced by the Miners Right, which will cost ₤1 a year. The Fiftieth Regiment is to be recalled to Britain as soon as it is possible, pending charges of corruption in its ranks. The Nickelodeon Railway Company is no longer required to repay its grants. Mister Dibley Membrane is cleared of all crimes. The Government is to be reformed, pending democratic representation similar to that seen in London.

Hereby signed on the date of thirtieth of June, Eighteen-Fifty Two,

James Isaac Neutron, Acting Governor.

"Acting Governor? You mean Krabs got fired?" inquired Danny.

"Yep," nodded Spongebob.

"We did it," sighed Dib, shaking his head in wonder.

"What did we do?" asked Patrick.

"Oi, geddoutta my ward!"

A doctor burst in through the trapdoor.

"Sure, this ain't a real clinic," he growled, "But I'm still not allowing so many visitors! This guy had his arm cut off, he doesn't need people like you waking him up and exciting him! Fenton's bad enough! Go on, get lost, the three of ya!"

"See you around, guys," said Sandy, as they turned to leave.

"Yeah, go," he muttered, "Why do I have to worry about that guy bringing his girlfriend in here…people these days; when my great-great-great-great grandson goes into medicine, he'll probably be dealing with far worse then this…"

The doctor shook his head as he got back to caring for his patient.

"Girlfriend?" asked Dib, eyebrow raised.

"It's a long story," chuckled Danny.

Timmy, Cosmo and Wanda sat in their mine, reminiscing on the past few days.

"Well, it's all over," mused Timmy.

"Back to the daily grind," sighed Wanda, digging on the wall with a pickaxe.

"Hey, at least we can shave again!" exclaimed Cosmo.

"Shave?" asked Timmy, perplexed, "What do you mean…I don't wanna know."

"I mean shave our backs, of course!" said Cosmo, brightly.

"Cosmo," snapped Wanda, "He said he didn't wanna know!"

"Ah well," shrugged Timmy, "What do we do now? Not much point staying – there's no gold and we're all broke."

"We could work somewhere else," suggested Wanda.

"Ooh, can we drive trains?" asked Cosmo.

"You can't even drive a donkey!" reminded Wanda.

"Yeah, that donkey didn't like me much," nodded Cosmo, thoughtfully.

Timmy chuckled. His eyes drifted to the ground, where the tip of Cosmo's wand was sparkling in the dirt.

"Cosmo, pick up your wand," he sighed.

"Wand?" asked Cosmo, looking at the wand in his hand, "I didn't drop my wand."

Timmy looked more closely at the shiny thing in the ground. Come to think of it, it didn't look like a wand…

They all gasped, realising what it was.

"Eureka!" the three miners gasped simultaneously.

NOTE: In real life, Commissioner Rede (who's role Walker is taking) did not commit epic suicide-homicide. He died of old age. This is rather implausable creative license. :)