Later that night, everything was all quiet in the event of nightfall. Streetlights bathed their lights in the sidewalks and every child and adult is resting, dreaming such positive dreams and not bothering to consider hearing the sounds of cars whizzing by, nor noticing a Space Boy action figure jumping out of the bushes, running down the sidewalk, and taking a hiding place behind a mailbox. The rescue party was still hot on the trail for SpongeBob, traveling two blocks away from home to their destination.
Once Jimmy made sure the coast is clear, he gestured for the others to follow him. Alex, disguised with leaves all over his body, was the first one out. As he made his way to the mailbox to join Jimmy, his disguise falls off and by the time he's reached the mailbox, he's left holding a single leaf. Alex stares at it quizzically, and he drops it, chuckling in embarrassment as he shrugged. Clifford, Oscar, and Cody then proceeded toward the mailbox. Cody, however, tripped over and his rubber stopper popped out, spilling coins.
Cody, embarrassed of the deed he had done, turned to hide the hole where his cork goes through. "All right, nobody look till I get my cork back in!"
"Good work, guys." Jimmy replied.
Suddenly a noise was heard, stopping the toys dead in their tracks. The toys slowly turn to see two shadows approaching them. The figures stepped out into the light, revealing two kid toys. One toy is based of a young boy with fair skin, red-orange hair standing up at the front, brown eyes and thick round black rimmed glasses. His clothing consists of a white T- shirt, black shorts, white socks with red stripes and grayish-white Chuck Taylor All-Stars. sneakers. The other toy is based of a little girl with raven black hair tied in an upward ponytail with a red scrunchie, fair skin, pink cheeks, large hazel eyes, and she wears a yellow shirt with dark stripes, blue overalls, solid yellow socks and plain white sneakers. Their names are Sherman and Agnes.
Jimmy was the first to greet them. "Oh, hello there. I thought you were intruders. He asked curiously, "What are your names?"
Sherman introduced, "I was getting down to that. My name is Sherman, and this is my little sister Agnes."
Agnes greeted, "An extreme pleasure."
"Greetings. I'm Jimmy Neutron: Space Boy. I come in peace." Jimmy greeted, shaking Sherman and Agnes' hands. Sherman and Agnes laugh.
"You say that when you greet someone?" Sherman laughed.
"Yep." Jimmy nodded.
"You have a funny way of introducing your name." Agnes chuckled. "So what are you doing out here late at night?"
Jimmy explained, "Well, Sherman and Agnes, our friend AKA our leader, whose name was SpongeBob SquarePants, was kidnapped by a man who owned a toy store out in the big city."
"Happy Chapman?" Agnes guessed.
Jimmy suddenly paused, and he brimmed with curiosity. "Yeah, how'd you know?" Jimmy asked.
"Just a guess." Agnes said.
Sherman knelt down, and he praised his little sister, "That was such a good guess."
"Oh, thank you." Agnes thanked, feeling flattered.
Sherman asked, "Who are your other friends?"
Jimmy gestured to each of his friends, "Guys, this here's Alex the Lion, Clifford, Cody Maverick, and Oscar the Grouch."
"Hello." The toys chorused, and the two kids waved back. Jimmy asked, "Where did you guys come from anyway?"
Sherman explained, "Well, to be honest with you, we did have an owner, until the owner of ours abandoned us."
Jimmy was overwhelmed with sympathy. "Oh, that's a big burden to carry."
"I know. Me and Sherman always thought so too." Agnes shrugged.
"Say, how would you like to be a part of our rescue party, and make you our honorary members of the toy family?" Jimmy suggested.
Sherman and Agnes gleefully smiled. Jimmy would be honored to have a couple of extra friends for their search party, and as soon as they're done, they would be welcome to join all the toys in Mike's room. Agnes replied, "Really?"
"Uh-huh." Jimmy nodded.
"Oh, we'd love to!" Agnes whooped happily.
"Count me in." Sherman elected.
"Then it's settled. OK, so, we have 2 blocks down and only 19 more to go." Jimmy nodded.
"What? Nineteen?" The other toys cried.
"Are we gonna do this all night? My parts are killing me." Oscar complained. He sat to rub one of his sore feet.
"Guys, you can't give up just yet. You all need to keep your heads up." Sherman encouraged.
"Sherman's right." Jimmy agreed. "I mean, come on, guys! Did SpongeBob give up when Eugene Beady, that snotty boy, had me strapped to a rocket?" By the rigid look on his face, Jimmy was trying to help the other toys remember what he and SpongeBob did-the same kind of courage and determination that saw them through the hardships a year ago.
"No..." The other toys responded with a groan, with the exception of Sherman and Agnes.
"No." Sherman and Agnes shook. their heads.
"No." Jimmy replied. "And did he give up when you threw him out of the back of that moving van?"
"Oh, you had to bring that up." Oscar remembered when he tossed SpongeBob out in the street with the accusatory behavior he had when SpongeBob was trying to get rid of Jimmy.
"No, he didn't!" Jimmy added. Like a brave American soldier, he declared, "You all can't just sit there moping around like a bunch of losers! We're a team! And it's like Sherman said: we all have to keep our heads high!" He continued with new resolve, "We all have a friend in need, and we, nor I, will never rest until he's safe in Michael's room!" As he said it, a backdrop of the waving American Flag appeared as Star Spangled Banner played. "Now let's move on out, and fast!" Jimmy continued to lead the way, bolstered with bravery, along with the toys, followed by the new recruits, treked behind them.
"And that concludes our broadcast day."
The TV screen immediately went to static, showing that the current channel had just recently ended its so called broadcasting. On the couch, Happy slept on the couch, after having been watching late night television a few hours before, his hand clutching a big bowl of Cheetos. His hand slips, and the bowl fell to the floor, spilling the snack food pieces on it.
From the glass case, the-one armed SpongeBob stood crooked on the stand, because of his missing arm. He heard this disturbance and he sees the sound as a sign to come to life. His eyes fall on his disembodied arm sticking out of the man's pocket. Seeing that the man is still sleeping, the pull-string sponge boy doll will retrieve it, then return back to his case with ease. The possibility of failure is extreme, but he is still determined get it, no matter how hard he will try. Also it will be a big risk SpongeBob will have to endure.
SpongeBob uses his one remaining arm to open the door to his case. Happy stirs, then falls back asleep. The sponge jumps down to the floor, and they start advancing toward the couch... until SpongeBob hears a loud crunch coming from underneath his shoe, immediately stopping him dead in his tracks. SpongeBob looks down to see that he's stepped on a Cheeto. Cringing, SpongeBob sees the Cheetos scattered everywhere around the couch.
SpongeBob resumes his creeping, this time taking care to avoid stepping on the Cheetos. He hears another crunch, but this time, it wasn't him. He turns and sees Spirit stomping his hoof on a scattered cheese puff.
"Spirit!" SpongeBob whispered. The horse looked up with a grin, ever refusing to budge. "Spirit! Go, go, go, go!" SpongeBob whispered. Spirit wagged his tail like a dog. SpongeBob clicked his tongue in annoyance, and approached him. "C'mon, you don't wanna help me. I'm the bad guy and you're going to go back in storage because of me, remember?! Now, just go!" Spirit responded by giving him a lick. The horse himself is loyal as a house pet, and he is more than willing to help the sponge. "All right, all right!" SpongeBob reluctantly relented. "But you have GOT to keep quiet. Now come on."
The horse nodded, and Spirit and SpongeBob snuck together through the minefield of orange cheese snacks, thus taking care of not stepping or stomping on any of them. They finally reach the end of the couch. "Over here." SpongeBob motioned to Spirit to come closer. "Atta boy. He climbed up onto Spirit's back and issued, "Okay, Spirit, upsy-daisy."
Spirit arches his back upward, helping SpongeBob up onto the couch, and he got onto it.
This is it: one wrong move, and the whole thing will fail, he thought.
Standing next to Happy's sleeping figure, he tries to reach the arm back, missing it at a finger's touch. He then risks stepping onto Happy's chest to get closer, until something tickling makes the big oaf laugh in his sleep. SpongeBob froze in horror, and looks down to see Spirit licking the orange cheese powder off of Happy's fingers. "Psst, Spirit! Cut that out!" The horse kept on licking the fingers, and SpongeBob had to increase his volume. "Stop it! Psst! Stop it, Spirit! Stop it! Stop it! Stop it! STOP IT!" The horse stopped and backed away, sheepish at what he did.
SpongeBob turns his attention back to the sleeping Happy's shirt pocket, where his arm is. He leaned over to pull the arm out carefully. He began to get far, until he hears rumbling. SpongeBob hears it coming from Happy's stomach. The rumbling gets louder until Happy lets out a blast of halitosis in the form of a belch right in SpongeBob's face. The sponge looks repulsed, that he gagged.
This guy needs to use some mouthwash after eating. Nasty.
Holding his breath, SpongeBob reaches back into the pocket, and he carefully and decisively pulls out the whole arm out. It was a success! SpongeBob was happy to be back with his newly-recovered arm, and looked back at the sleeping Happy. Now that SpongeBob retrieved his arm, it was time to head back to his case without causing noise. He slowly reached out one foot...
...and that's when SpongeBob's plan fell apart. The SpongeBob's Roundup theme song blasted on the television, causing Happy to bolt upright and thrusting SpongeBob off his chest.
"No, officer, I swear!" Happy cried. Taking his time to retract his surroundings, he then looks over and sees SpongeBob sprawled on the floor, and looks up to see his empty display case, which is still open. How can a toy get out on its own?
Happy groggily walked over to pick up SpongeBob and the yellow arm off the floor. "Get in there, there you go. Cheap case." Happy grumbled as he put the one-armed SpongeBob in his case and closing it. "Where is the remote?"
SpongeBob, along with Sandy both come to life and something caught their eyes. The TV remote is sitting….near Cindy's case. The sponge and squirrel grit their teeth. It was already bad enough that SpongeBob yearned to go home, but preventing his escape?
"Why don't I put it in the same place every…" Happy spotted the remote om the counter, "Oh, here it is." Yawning, Happy turns off the TV. As he begins to exit the dark apartment, SpongeBob comes to life and sees his severed arm being carried away, much to his devastation. He was so close and yet, so far! And it was all in no thanks to a Vortex girl doll with her own selfishness!
The door closes, and SpongeBob fumes and his face turns red in anger. He then hops out of his case, along with Sandy. SpongeBob stomps over to Cindy's case to face her.
"What is your problem?!" SpongeBob demanded. "Look, I'm sorry I can't help you guys out, really! I am. But you didn't have to go and pull a stunt like THAT!"
"What?!" Cindy exclaimed angrily. She'd hate to be accused of a crime she didn't commit. "You think I did that?!"
"Right, yeah, the TV just happened to turn on, and then the remote magically ended up right in front of your case, Cindy!" Sandy added sarcastically.
"Are you two calling me a LIAR?!" Cindy demanded.
"Well, if the shoe fits!"
"Say that again." Cindy glared. Her tone is deadly, but unfortunately, SpongeBob didn't get the memo.
"If. The. Shoe. Fits."
"OK, let's get it on." Cindy's glare was cold enough to give Jimmy Neutron shivers.
Spirit, sensing hostility, jumps out of his case and hides in a SpongeBob's Roundup cookie jar. Sandy runs over to join him and hides in there too.
With an angry battle yell, Cindy leapt out of her case, pouncing SpongeBob to the ground. SpongeBob tried to counterattack, but the Vortex doll was surprisingly fast. Sandy and Spirit peek out in fear as the battle reaches its peak.
"How do you like that?" Cindy caught SpongeBob by the remaining arm, and put him in a nelson. "Take it back, TAKE IT BACK!"
"DON'T THINK JUST BECAUSE YOU'RE A GIRL, I'M GOING TO TAKE IT EASY ON YOU!" SpongeBob retaliated, before yelling out it pain.
"SpongeBob, Cindy! You stop this bickering right now!" Farquaad, whose box is standing on a small post, barked, before he loses his balance, falling face-first onto the counter. Cindy let go of SpongeBob, and the two scrambled away before the box could ever fall onto them.
Spirit and Sandy come over to help him up. "You all right, Farquaad?" Sandy asked.
"I'm fine." Farquaad replied. The prospector doll scolded to SpongeBob and Cindy as if he were their father, " I don't know how that television turned on, but fighting about it doesn't help, nor solve anything."
"If I had both my arms…!"SpongeBob glared threateningly at Cindy
"Well, the fact is you don't, SpongeBob." Farquaad interrupted sternly. "So, I suggest that you wait until morning. The toy cleaner will come, have your arm fixed…"
"And then I'm outta here!"
No sooner SpongeBob spoke that bitter reply, he saw Spirit looking down with a sad expression plastering his muzzle. SpongeBob began to feel pity for the horse.
"Oh, no, no, no, Spirit. Aw, don't take it that way. It's just that Michael…"
"Michael, Michael, Michael." Cindy glowered. "That's all he ever talks about." Cindy walked off and took Spirit with him, who casts one sad look at SpongeBob for the night. SpongeBob sighed, feeling a weight of guilt overtake him.
Sandy placed a hand on SpongeBob's remaining shoulder. The pull-string sponge boy doll got what's coming from Cindy, and he wished that there would be a way to help her and the other Roundup Gang members without ever abandoning his old friends. The toy sponge doll might've been happier if he had known that Jimmy and the other toys were on their way to rescue him.