The next morning, Jimmy Neutron karate-chops his way through foliage bushes, clearing their way to arrive on a dirt path to an unspecified location. His troop of volunteers drag their feet to catch up. The walk up to whatever location lies ahead was long and arduous. They had been up all night walking, overcome with exertion. Jimmy unfurls his map as Cody said, exhausted, "Hey, Jimmy, can we slow down? Need I remind you that some of us are carrying six dollars in change?"
"Losing health units..."Alex moaned, sluggishly walking. "Must rest."
Sherman and Agnes plodded forward, overwhelmed with exhaustion. "Oh, man. What a long expedition." Agnes wiped sweat from her forehead.
"I agree with you." Sherman agreed exhaustedly. "Oh, gosh." They've been up all night walking to the city, and they're exhausted, except Jimmy, who's studying his map."Is everyone present and accounted for?" Jimmy asked his troop.
"Not quite everyone." Oscar replied tiredly.
"Who's behind?"
"Mine." Clifford said. The red dog's rear end slowly catches up, and plops onto the ground.
"Hey, guys!" Cody called out. "Why do the toys cross the road?"
"Not now, Cody." Jimmy said as he and the others walk over.
"Oh, I like riddles. Why?" Alex asked.
"To get to the football player on the other side!" Coy said triumphantly. They finally made it to Happy's Toy Stadium, the store which was just across the road. Jimmy pumps his fist in victory as the others cheer. Now they just have to find SpongeBob, and they'll be home.
A car whizzes past an empty root beer can sitting in the street. The whisk of the vehicle causes it to spin. Another car drives over the soda can, thus crushing it. The crushed root beer can bounces toward the toys.
"Eh, we tried. Let's get outta here." Alex said. Jimmy grabs hold of his tail, stopping him. "We'll have to cross." Jimmy said, determined.
The toys gasped at this idea.
"There's no way I'm getting involved in this traffic!" Oscar said.
"I do happen to be a smart dog, and I know what roadkill is." Clifford said.
"There must be a safe way." Jimmy pondered. As the toys began to think, Sherman and Agnes catch their eyes on a road construction site along with a stack of traffic cones. "Why not use those cones down there?"
"Cones?" Jimmy asked.
"Yeah, if the cones are in the street, then the cars passing us would have to avoid them. It may be risky but it's worth a try." Sherman suggested.
"Yeah, cones! That's brilliant! Sherman, YOU'RE A GENIUS! Besides me!" Jimmy praised with extreme joy. "A possibility we may get run over but still brilliant!"
A few minutes later...
The traffic light changed from yellow to red.
"OK, here's our chance. Ready, set, GO!" Jimmy announced from inside the cones. Jimmy, Clifford, Cody, Oscar, Alex, Sherman and Agnes began their trek across the street, with the toys each having a cone over their bodies. The toys keep their eyes and ears peeled for any oncoming cars as they walk across. Jimmy couldn't help but recall that moment when he and SpongeBob disguised themselves in fast food containers at Pepperoni Planetoid years ago. Alex was heaved with a hint of concern at the possibility of getting hit by cars.
Suddenly the light turned green, and that's when Jimmy heard the noise of oncoming cars.
"Drop!" Jimmy issued. The toys drop their cones to Jimmy's signal. A car swerved past the cones, but runs over road spikes, and they deflate the tires. A truck collides into the car's bumper, deploying an airbag in the driver's seat. "Go!" Jimmy said. They lift up their cones and continue down the street for a few moments.
"Drop!" shouted Jimmy. The others drop their cones again, but Oscar kept on going and he didn't hear Jimmy's message. "I SAID DROP!" Oscar dropped, narrowly avoiding more cars, inadvertently leading to a sudden change of traffic misdirection, paired with a hubcap that rolls past them. "Go!" Jimmy instructed. The toys continue down the road. Cody is nervous, though. A monster truck drives over him, spinning the penguin piggy bank around. Recuperating from his dizziness, the penguin continued.
"Drop!" instructed Jimmy. The toys drop their cones one last time. A car drives down but swerves away from the cones. A transport truck carrying a giant pipe skidded around them.
"Go!" Jimmy called out. The toys then lift up their cones and continued down the street. As the truck tilted a bit, the chains carrying the pipe broke off, and the pipe falls onto the street, rolling toward the toys. Oscar steps on a wad of pink chewing gum and loses his green foot. As the Grouch, unaware of his impending fate, reaches out to find it, the pipe behind him rolls closer and closer. Oscar pulled on it with extra effort until his foot snapped free. He puts it back on, and walks off to join his friends. The pipe rolls over the gum, thus sticking to it.
The toys then take off their cones. Oscar takes off his. "Ahh, that went well." The repeated honking came from dozens of cars collided into each other. Patrons are arguing and complaining angrily to each other The big pipe rams into a street lamp, which falls onto the pavement shattering the light bulb.
"Whew! That was one heck of street crossing, wouldn't you say, Agnes?" Sherman asked, placing hands on hips.
"Yeah, especially for us kid toys." Agnes breathed.
"Nice going with your plan, Sherman. In fact, good job, troops." Jimmy nodded, showing approval. The make their way to the toy store. "We're that much closer to SpongeBob."
Jimmy was wrong: The toys think that their friend is inside Happy's Toy Stadium. But SpongeBob is in Happy's apartment, where he's being held captive. But neither he or the toys knew that.
In the penthouse, a finger rings the doorbell. Happy Chapman opened the door to a short 78-year old man with white hair and square glasses, a chocolate-brown jacket, a white collared shirt, a black bowtie, gray trousers, and brown shoes carrying a toolkit of some sort in his hand. His name was Carl Fredricksen, a cleaner for toys of any shape, size, and any kind. Whenever toys are damaged to the point beyond repair, this particular cleaner treat to the damage with the utmost care.
"Oh, Mr. Fredricksen, thank goodness you're here." Happy breathed with relief.
"Is the specimen ready for cleaning?" Carl asked expressionlessly.
Meanwhile, Carl sets down his toolkit, and unlocks it. He unfolds several drawers and compartments full of tools. It looks like a miniature barber shop. He then opens the case, and takes out the one-armed SpongeBob toy and pushes a button on the suitcase. A small chair is revealed. He gently sets him down on it, and he takes the mask off from his head. With the push of a button, a tiny hat rack emerges out from it, and he puts the mask on it. then he switches his everyday glasses to a set of special glasses with a tiny flashlight on it, attaches a special bib around SpongeBob's neck, then he pumps up the small chair.
"So, uh, how long is this going to take?" Happy asked.
"You can't rush art." Chester said disdainfully. He turns on the flashlight on the glasses and gets to work.
Later, the walls surrounding the store are decorated with cheering spectators. A single shopping cart with the upper body of a tackling football player rolled its way to the store. It turns out that Jimmy is pushing the cart his troop of volunteers onboard to the store. On the glass panel doors, a sign reads "Sorry, We're CLOSED". The cart stops short.
"Oh, no. It's closed." Clifford dreaded.
"We're not preschool toys, Clifford. We can read." Oscar brushed off.
Jimmy and the toys hear slurping. They see a man dressed in a red uniform drinking his coffee while walking to the doors; the man is an employee working within the staff members of the Toy Stadium. Jimmy leans closer and furrows his brow intently as the man steps on the sensor mat, the pressure making the opening the doors to the store from both its sides. "Hey, Steve, you're late! We got a ton of toys to unload!" Another employee shouted.
"All right, all right! I'm coming, I'm coming." The employee held up a hand to relax his co-worker as the doors close behind him.
"Of course!" Sherman snapped his fingers. "I think I see what's going on."
"What's that, Sherman?" Agnes asked curiously.
"Precisely what I wanna know." Jimmy added.
"I believe the toy store's probably closed because it's probably so early in the morning, that the employees were at work unloading all of toys for the customers." Sherman reported.
Alex whispered to his fellow friends, "The red-haired boy's got a point." The others whispered in admiration.
"Alex is right. You may be onto something there." Jimmy said to Sherman. "All right, let's go." Jimmy waved his hand forward, gesturing for the toys to follow suit. The trio begin running toward the doors.
"But the sign says it's closed!" Alex protested.
"That won't stop us, Alex!" Sherman said to Alex. The toys then run up to the doors and Jimmy, along with the other toys look up at the large doors.
"Any way we can open these doors up?" Jimmy asked.
"Let's try jumping up and down onto this sensor mat." Agnes suggested.
"Good idea, Agnes." Jimmy held two thumbs up to her. "On 3, guys! 1, 2, 3!" Jimmy began to jump up and down in an attempt to open the door, but their jumping doesn't seem to work, because it's all out of sync.
"No, no, no, no! All together! NOW!" Jimmy instructed. The toys jump all at once. The doors finally open! The toys then run inside the store. Something intriguing caught Alex's eyes. The pentagon-shaped maned lion walked over to see a video game strategy manual for Jimmy Neutron: Attack on Vader for Mike's XBOX One. The book must have every secret on how to play the whole game. And this could be his one and only chance to finally defeat Darth Vader.
Jimmy, Oscar, Clifford, Cody, Sherman and Agnes walk past cash registers. They see that Happy's Toy Stadium is humongous! It was an intriguing sight of how the store itself was built. There are endless sets shelves of toys as far as the eye can see, awaiting new owners to purchase them for any purpose. Even Happy Chapman works as the CEO of the store.
"Oh, my God! The sight of this toy store must happen to be the one of the most amazing and incredible things we have ever seen." Sherman enamored.
"Whoa, Nellie!" Clifford said, marveled. "This place is so big!"
"How are we to find your friend, SpongeBob, in this place?" Agnes asked.
Jimmy undid his space helmet and replied, "Simple, Agnes. Look for Happy Chapman. We find him, we find SpongeBob."
"We'll split up and go into different directions." Sherman replied. "Jimmy, you go by yourself, Alex with Oscar, Cody with Clifford." Sherman turned to Agnes, "And Agnes, you'll be with me."
"I'm right behind you." Agnes obliged with a nod.
"Good." Sherman replied.
"Will you and Agnes be all right by yourself?" Jimmy asked Sherman.
"Of course, Jimmy." Sherman replied, placing a hand on Agnes shoulder.
"Well, if that's settled, then let's move out." Jimmy commenced. And with that, the toys split up into pairs: Oscar with Alex (who's studying the manual) taking the far left, Cody with Clifford taking the mid-left, Sherman with Agnes taking the center right, and Jimmy by himself taking the far right, each calling out SpongeBob's name.
Back at the penthouse, SpongeBob is still being overseen by Carl Fredricksen the toy cleaner. The flashlight from the glasses shines on SpongeBob inanimate face. Carl dips a Q-tip into a jar of fluid, then he applies the fluid to SpongeBob's blue eye, cleaning off every dust particle from it. Carl also did the same thing to the other eye clearing out every inch of dust making them shine like they haven't in years. Then, the man turned on a spray-paint machine connected to a small airbrush. He applies pink paint onto SpongeBob's freckled cheeks, increasing the pink glow on SpongeBob cheeks. Next, he repainted a worn spot on SpongeBob's head, then he turned him around. Through 5 individual magnifiers, Carl studies the small rip in SpongeBob's arm. That was when he carefully secured a thread through the eye of a needle, and he sews the arm back onto SpongeBob's side, securing the fabric tightly. As soon as SpongeBob's arm was back on, Carl polished SpongeBob's shoes to shine them up, and he took some gray paint and covered up Mike's name to the point where it's no longer seen against the plastic.
Carl put SpongeBob back in his case, putting the mask back onto SpongeBob's head. "There you go." With a chuckle, Carl closed the door to the case. He turned serious, "He's for display only. You handle him too much, he's not gonna last."
Without another word, Happy shoved Carl away, and looked at SpongeBob with joy. "Oh, it's amazing! You're a genius! He's just like new!"