Super SpongeBob Bros.
Episode Eleven: Welcome to the Chum Bucket
"Come on Pit, it's quittin' time. I've got a card game tonight." Mario called as he put the closed sign on the front door to the Smash Burger restaurant.
"Who're you playing cards with, Mr. Mario?" Pit asked.
"I'm going over to the Chum Bucket to play with Mewtwo."
Pit gasped. "Mewtwo! But Mr. Mario, he's your arch-enemy. He's been trying to steal the Smash Burger formula for years. Why would you play cards with him?"
"Between you and me, Mewtwo is the worst card player in Smashville! Why, I've been taking him to the cleaners every Thursday night for fifteen years! I never lose!" Pit and Mario then walked home laughing.
The next morning, Mario arrived at the restauraunt crying, while Pit came still laughing.
"Taking him to the cleaners, that's a hot one! How'd your card game go last night, Mr. Mario?"
"I lost." Mario answered sadly.
"How much money did you lose?"
"I didn't lose any money. I lost..."
"Don't tell me you lost the Smash Burger!"
"I lost..."
"Mr. Mario, please tell me you didn't lose the Smash Burger secret formula!"
"I lost...you!"
"What?"
"I bet your contract and I lost."
Pit laughed. "Good one, Mr. Mario. Well, I got to go make those burgers." He walked towards the restaurant, but Mario stopped him.
"I'm afraid you don't work here anymore."
"Please tell me this isn't a joke." Dark Pit said as he ran out the door.
"Go on, Mr. Mario. Tell him. Tell him all about your cruel, sick joke."
"As much as I love cruel, sick jokes, I'm afraid he's not joking. You work for me now, Pit! Time to put on the official Chum Bucket bucket helmet." Mewtwo went and put the Chum Bucket helmet on Pit's head. He screamed and ran up to Mario.
"But Mr, Mario! I don't want to work for him! I want to work for you here at the Smash Burger!"
"I'm sorry, boy! It's all my fault!"
"What kind of cold, heartless person would break apart such a loving relationship? I would!" Mewtwo took out a crowbar and used it to pry Pit off of Mario.
"Pit!"
"Mr. Mario!" Pit yelled as he was flung into a cage.
"This is your greatest blunder, Mario! For 15 years, I've been throwing those card games just waiting for you to slip up! I may not have the precious Smash Burger formula but I've got the next big thing: the guy who makes 'em! I'm gonna run you out of business, Mario!"
A propeller emerged from the cage and piloted Pit into the Chum Bucket. "Mr. Mario!"
"Pit!" Mario screamed as he started to sob.
A spotlight shone over a dark area, and Pit was then dropped into it.
"What is this place?" Pit looked around and saw various gizmos all over the place. He gasped in horror at what was around him.
"Ok, I'm ready for my Smash Burger!"
"Actually, uh, Mr. Mewtwo, sir, I haven't, uhh..."
"Perhaps you don't understand. You work for me now and as your new boss, I command you to make me a burger this instant, or I'll be forced to remove your brain and implant it in my robot chef! So get cooking." Mewtwo said as he left the room.
Pit sighed as he walked over to a weird looking stove. "The sign say kitchen, but my heart says Jail." He sighed again and then started to sing.
Pit: A stove is a stove, no matter where you go.
Mario: A burger is a burger, that's what I say.
Pit: A grill is a grill, this is surely so,
Mario: And fries should be fries, either way.
Pit: But this grill is not a home. This is not the stove I know.
Mario: I would trade it all away, if you'd come back to stay.
Both: This kitchen's not the same without you.
Mario: It's just a grill, it's true.
Pit: It's just a greasy spoon...
Both: ...without you.
"What is he doing? All these tears...and the showtunes...Why isn't he making the burgers? Forget it. I'm going with plan B, I'll put his brain in the robot chef."
"You know that never works! The answer is obvious: to get the Pit, you must show him compassion and understanding, then he'll give you what you want." Mother Brain said.
"Will you be quiet? I'm thinking!" Mewtwo thought for a moment. "I've got it! To get the Pit, I'll show him compassion and understanding, then he'll give me what I want."
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Pit was still struggling with one of the strange cooking machines until Mewtwo appeared.
"Hi!"
Pit let out a yelp in surprise. "I'm sorry Mewtwo, I've tried my best. I'm not used to cooking this way! Please don't take my brain out!"
"Hold it, Pit, I'm capable of compassion and understanding."
"Really?! Then I would like to go back to the Smash Burger."
"Let's not get carried away. Now what can I do to make you more comfortable here at the Chum Bucket?"
"Well, I usually cook on a grill."
"You got it!" Mewtwo brought a grill into the Chum Bucket. "Well it wasn't easy, but here it is! One frying grill. How about we try it out?"
Pit gasped. "Uh, it's just that I'm used to the grill facing that way."
"Say no more, I'll take care of everything." Mewtwo started to push the grill. "How about here?"
"A little more to the left."
"How's this, Pit?"
"Move it over a little more."
"Here?"
"Keep going."
"Here?"
"Almost! That's it, just a little more...perfect! Right there!" Mewtwo had pushed the grill exactly where it was before. "I don't know, it still doesn't feel right."
"Just a few more steps, Pit." Mewtwo guided Pit to a room, where he was blindfolded "Ok, go ahead, take it off!" He took off the blindfold. "It's an exact replica of the Smash Burger kitchen!"
"It is an exact replica! Here's the sink, the greasy fryers, the squeaky floorboards, and that thing! One Smash Burger coming up, Mr. Mario!" Pit's face changed and he started to cry. "Oh...Mr. Mario!"
"Don't cry, Pit! I'll show you it's much better working for me! Is there anything that old skinflint Mario wouldn't let you have?"
"Well...there is one thing I've always wanted..."
"Wow!" Pit gasped as he was now wearing some fancy vibrating shoes.
"So now do you have everything you need to make some burgers?"
"Well..."
Pit was now in a bubble bath, eating some ice cream.
"You ready to make some burger?" Mewtwo asked.
"Wait till I finish my ice cream!"
Pit was now riding a toy car, with Mewtwo pushing him.
"How about those burgers?"
"Faster! Faster!"
Mewtwo was now reading Pit a book. "And then the littlest elf said..." He looked and saw that Pit was asleep. "Huh? Steady, Mewtwo! It's all gonna pay off soon enough. Hey there, sleepy head, what do you say?"
"All this preparation is making me hungry."
"Me too. You know what would really hit the spot? Why don't you whip us up a couple of burgers?"
"Mmmm...I'm kind of in the mood for tacos."
Mewtwo laughed. "Good one, Pit. But really, why don't you go ahead and make us a burger?"
Pit yawned. "No, I don't really feel like it!"
"But I don't understand. You have the grill, and the spatula, and the comfy chair. I rubbed your putrid feet!"
"Tell you what, kitty: why don't you ask me later!"
"I command you to make me a burger this instant!" Mewtwo growled.
Pit crossed his arms in refusal. "No!"
"Don't back sass me!"
"Do ba da ma!" Pit mocked.
"What?! That's it, mister! You just lost your brain privileges."
"Finished! Pit, come in here! Or should I say Pit bot... I put his brain in the robot you know. You shouldn't have been a spoiled brat. You see, I always get what I want, and I want you to make me a Smash Burger!"
"Dee dee, doodle dee di do. Response: Why don't you ask me later?" The robot beeped.
"What? What?!"
"Get welded."
"Wait! I command you to make me a Smash Burger!"
"I don't wanna." The robot said as it was reading comic books. Mewtwo screamed out of pure madness.
"Well, old girl, this looks like our final chapter." Mario sighed as he put an 'Out of Business' sign on the front window of his restaurant. He then looked and saw Mewtwo standing out front crying.
"I can't take it anymore. You've gotta take that winged nightmare back! It's not worth it. I'm better off stealing a Smash Burger fair and square."
"Um...Well...a deal's a deal, Mewtwo. He's your headache now."
"Oh, please, have mercy, Mario! I'll do anything! I beg of you!" Mewtwo begged.
"How 'bout...you give me fifty bucks, and I'll take him off your hands."
"It's a deal! I cheated anyway."
"Now, be gone with you, you pest!"
"Thank you!" Mewtwo yelled as he was launched back into the Chum Bucket. "Ouch."
"My brain and I are glad to be back, Mr. Mario."
"Glad to have you back, lad. Now get to those burgers! The lunch rush is a-comin'!"
Pit yawned. "I don't feel like it! Why don't you ask me later?" Mario glared at Pit. "I mean...I'll work all day for free! My treat!"
"That's what I thought you said."