Contined from the 2nd.
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10/10/11 – Montage of Doom
Officer James Henrrys was not having a good morning. Then again, Officer Henrrys never had any good mornings.
He had been sent down by Chief Wiggum (who was probably too lazy to go himself, as the Museum was outside of Henrrys' patrol area) to investigate a robbery that had occurred earlier that day, completely under the noses of the museum security.
"So," he asked, in an icily calm tone, "You are telling me that this guy attempted to jimmy the lock on the Chalice cabinet with his fingers. He failed to do this, and thus attempted to smash the cabinet with a net."
The security guard nodded, looking at his feet.
"And then, you are telling me that this complete idiot of a burglar still managed to get away with the Chalice because the cabinet wasn't locked," finished Henrrys.
The guard nodded again.
"If I was your boss, you would be more then fired," snapped Henrrys.
He turned to the police behind him.
"Alright, gentlemen, we've got a thief on the loose," he snarled, "I want him found and locked up before tonight."
Spongebob ran back into Room 214, backpack over his shoulder. He brought the Chalice out of his backpack and stuffed it into a drawer in the kitchen.
"Okay, one down, three to go," he breathed, wiping his forehead, "Now I just need to find the others. Then I can do this ritual thing, and then I'll return everything."
He paused.
"Why am I talking to myself?" he asked.
He glanced at a map of the city on the table.
"But how am I gonna get them all in time?" he exclaimed, "They're all over town!"
Then a lightbulb went off in his head.
"Montage!" he grinned!
Dash Baxter browsed over the Colonial/Enlightenment/So-Forth Literature section at the Municipal Library, looking for something to read. As it turned out, the jock did actual hold an interest in the subject – and if anyone ever found out, he would kill them.
"Ah, Voltaire," he lamented, "You were so before your time."
He heard the sound of books being removed, and glanced aside.
Spongebob was staring at him, the Book of Death under his arm.
"Hey!" snapped Dash, "I've seen you with Fenton! You're gonna tell him I was here!"
"…no I'm not," replied Spongebob, quickly.
Dash clenched his fists. Spongebob squirmed, and began to run.
Jimmy heard a knock on his door. Setting down Goddard (as he'd been working on an upgrade for the mechanical dog) he strode over to the door and answered.
A tall, suited man stood at the door, his arms crossed.
"Hello," he said brightly, "I've come to curse you."
"Whose fault was it?" asked Jimmy, unamused.
"The square guy," shrugged the Underworld King.
"Figures," sighed Jimmy.
The Undergrowth King took on his demon form, and Jimmy screamed.
Spongebob climbed out of a manhole near the South Eisner Reservoir and ran down the street, grasping the Wheel of Life in his hands.
The Sewer King emerged from the manhole, squinting in the brightness.
"Bring me back my Royal Toilet Seat!" he thundered, waving his fist in the total opposite direction.
The Undergrowth King materialised outside the room and knocked on the door. He waited for the answer, before assuming his demon form.
"I am here for you, Patrick Star!" he thundered.
"Patrick's down at Goofy Goobers," replied Squidward, bluntly, "Whatever you wanna sell him, I don't want it."
He slammed the door.
The Underworld King took on human form and glanced at the mailbox, the names of the rooms occupants engraved on the flap.
"Star and Tentacles," he read, "Hmm. Poor guy's already cursed."
Spongebob walked into the lift on the top floor of the Twentieth Century Building, the Key of Despair in his pocket. It was in the office of one Hank Scorpio, but it had been unattended and he'd been able to get in and out easily.
The lift doors shut, and the machine began it's decent of the seventy-seven floors of the building. Only then did Spongebob recognise the lift's other occupant.
"Hank Scorpio?" he exclaimed, horrified.
"Yep, that's me!" replied Scorpio, quite affably, "Did you want a job? We've got an opening in inner management."
"…uh…no, no, I was…I saw you in the newspaper…yeah," replied Spongebob.
"Oh," responded Scorpio, "Well, if you need a job, I'm always open. Here's my card."
He handed Spongebob a business card, before the bell rang and Scorpio left the elevator.
Spongebob waited until the door closed before wiping the sweat from his brow.
"We've got at least ten people missing," stated Simmonds, pacing the room, "And Henrrys is trying to put a burglary case on us."
"Can you tell us what isn't normal?" sighed David.
Simmonds looked out the window of the room. The sun was low in the sky – soon night would come, and with it would come the judging of the decoration contest.
"The names," replied Simmonds, "Turner. Fenton. Neutron. Star. Cheeks. Wakeman. Shortman. Thornberry. The usual suspects, minus one."
"So all of Spongebob's friends have gone missing," mused David, "So, how can we pin this on him?"
"David," deadpanned Simmonds.
"What, I don't like him!" replied David, waving his arms.
"Well, we'll need to talk to him," nodded Simmonds, "Which, of course, is why we're here."
The door opened, and Spongebob stepped into the room, juggling the key in his hands. He froze when he saw the Major and the assistant manager.
"Ah, Spongebob," nodded Simmonds, "Good to see you. Care to tell me what exactly is going on?"
He opened the drawer and pointed to the contents.
Spongebob gulped.
Yeah, this bit is basically filler - it gets much more interesting.