1.1 Chapter 2 – Plans A-F
"How about we make them all work at the Krusty Krab," Mr. Krabs suggested.
"Ok but…" Sandy stated.
"How about we throw ice cream at them," Patrick said. "And eat the leftovers!"
"That sounds…" Sandy said.
"Why don't I absorb the water so they can't hog it," suggested Spongebob.
"Let's tell their parents!"
"Or call them bad names!"
"Meow!"
"OUIET!!!" Sandy screamed. "Look, those are all good ideas but we need to do this in an orderly fashion."
"Ok," Patrick said. "How do we do that?"
"Well, we're going to have to go in order from first to last. So the first one who contributed, which was Mr. Krabs, is Plan A. And so on." Sandy explained.
"Let's go. I'm Ready!" Spongebob cheered.
Sandy stood at the edge of the water. "Alright, who's going to talk to them?" She turned around and realized there was no one behind her. "Oh well, I guess I have to do it." She looked at the group of bad surfers, wiping out left and right. "Uh oh…"
"You can do it, Sandy!" A voice from behind whispered.
"Huh?" Sandy looked around. She stared back again. "H-hey…" she stuttered. No one answered. "Hey, Surf Hogs!" She still hadn't done it loud enough. She had always hated it when she was ignored. Her arms curled up into fists and she screamed, "Hey!!! Turn your blubber towards me you overgrown whales!"
"What?!" Two whales in the distance shouted.
"Hey, are you talking to us, you little furball?" Punk asked angrily.
"Um…no," It was too late to cover up for it now. She was already hurling across the beach like a Frisbee.
"Are you alright, Sandy?" asked Spongebob.
"Let's try Plan B," said Sandy. "Patrick?"
"Take that back!" Patrick barked.
"I can tell where this one's going," Mr. Krabs said.
"Meow," added Gary.
After robbing the Ice Cream Man and being chased down the hot sand, they were ready. They dragged the boxes of ice cream down to the water, and started grabbing handfuls.
"Hi-yah!" Spongebob threw has in a karate-like way. It landed on Art.
"Ahhhhhhhhh!!!" He screamed. "Cold!"
He flew off of his surfboard and flew just about over them. They ran and ran and he kept hurling threw the air. SMASH! He landed on them.
"Did we win?" asked Patrick.
"No, Patrick," Sandy replied.
"Oh," he said. "Can I eat the ice cream?"
After getting beat up by Art (well, actually Art called upon Punk to help him out), the gang was ready for Plan C. What was the worst that could happen?
"It's time for my plan!" Spongebob said. "Stand back, this is going to get messy."
"Just hurry up," Sandy said.
Spongebob put his face down into the water. He slowly absorbed it, but at the rate he was going it would take days to absorb it all. So he decided to start drinking it. SLURP! This was new. All the water was going down into his stomach. SLURP! Suddenly, he didn't feel so good. SLURP! SLURP! SLURP! He still hadn't drank or absorbed it all, and he felt worse than he did when he had the suds. SLURP! SLURP! SLURP! He couldn't take one more…SLURP! Uh oh…BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
Pieces of Sponge flew everywhere. The beach would soon be fully yellow. There went Plan C!
"Wow!" Patrick said. "It's raining yellow!"
"Who was next?" asked Sandy.
So they went through plans D, E, and F. They all failed. The Surf Hogs were still taking up the ocean. What were they going to do? Hey, where was Plankton this whole time?
"How about we make them all work at the Krusty Krab," Mr. Krabs suggested.
"Ok but…" Sandy stated.
"How about we throw ice cream at them," Patrick said. "And eat the leftovers!"
"That sounds…" Sandy said.
"Why don't I absorb the water so they can't hog it," suggested Spongebob.
"Let's tell their parents!"
"Or call them bad names!"
"Meow!"
"OUIET!!!" Sandy screamed. "Look, those are all good ideas but we need to do this in an orderly fashion."
"Ok," Patrick said. "How do we do that?"
"Well, we're going to have to go in order from first to last. So the first one who contributed, which was Mr. Krabs, is Plan A. And so on." Sandy explained.
"Let's go. I'm Ready!" Spongebob cheered.
Sandy stood at the edge of the water. "Alright, who's going to talk to them?" She turned around and realized there was no one behind her. "Oh well, I guess I have to do it." She looked at the group of bad surfers, wiping out left and right. "Uh oh…"
"You can do it, Sandy!" A voice from behind whispered.
"Huh?" Sandy looked around. She stared back again. "H-hey…" she stuttered. No one answered. "Hey, Surf Hogs!" She still hadn't done it loud enough. She had always hated it when she was ignored. Her arms curled up into fists and she screamed, "Hey!!! Turn your blubber towards me you overgrown whales!"
"What?!" Two whales in the distance shouted.
"Hey, are you talking to us, you little furball?" Punk asked angrily.
"Um…no," It was too late to cover up for it now. She was already hurling across the beach like a Frisbee.
"Are you alright, Sandy?" asked Spongebob.
"Let's try Plan B," said Sandy. "Patrick?"
"Take that back!" Patrick barked.
"I can tell where this one's going," Mr. Krabs said.
"Meow," added Gary.
After robbing the Ice Cream Man and being chased down the hot sand, they were ready. They dragged the boxes of ice cream down to the water, and started grabbing handfuls.
"Hi-yah!" Spongebob threw has in a karate-like way. It landed on Art.
"Ahhhhhhhhh!!!" He screamed. "Cold!"
He flew off of his surfboard and flew just about over them. They ran and ran and he kept hurling threw the air. SMASH! He landed on them.
"Did we win?" asked Patrick.
"No, Patrick," Sandy replied.
"Oh," he said. "Can I eat the ice cream?"
After getting beat up by Art (well, actually Art called upon Punk to help him out), the gang was ready for Plan C. What was the worst that could happen?
"It's time for my plan!" Spongebob said. "Stand back, this is going to get messy."
"Just hurry up," Sandy said.
Spongebob put his face down into the water. He slowly absorbed it, but at the rate he was going it would take days to absorb it all. So he decided to start drinking it. SLURP! This was new. All the water was going down into his stomach. SLURP! Suddenly, he didn't feel so good. SLURP! SLURP! SLURP! He still hadn't drank or absorbed it all, and he felt worse than he did when he had the suds. SLURP! SLURP! SLURP! He couldn't take one more…SLURP! Uh oh…BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
Pieces of Sponge flew everywhere. The beach would soon be fully yellow. There went Plan C!
"Wow!" Patrick said. "It's raining yellow!"
"Who was next?" asked Sandy.
So they went through plans D, E, and F. They all failed. The Surf Hogs were still taking up the ocean. What were they going to do? Hey, where was Plankton this whole time?
