Okay, I forgot to do this in the first chapter, so here ya
go.
DISCLAIMER: Although I wish I did, I don't own any of the characters in my story except for Triton.
CLAIMER: I own Triton and if you want to use him in your fanfic, email me first.
Well, that's done. Back to the story.
CHAPTER 2
Spongebob had barely gotten his yellow behind into the office before Mr. Krabs slammed the door hard enough to bring several of his wall hangings crashing down. "Follow me, boy." he said through clenched teeth. Scurrying over to the wall, the crustacean lifted a small hatch and punched in some numbers on the keyboard. "Passcode accepted" squeaked a small mechanical voice. The wall swung open and hit Spongebob hard in the nose. "Yeowch!" he said, rubbing the part. "Say Mr. K., when did you get a secret room?"
"Can't talk here, lad," Mr. Krabs said, pushing past his frycook. "Don't know who could be listenin'. C'mon, we don't have much time." He hurried down the tunnel, Spongebob struggling to keep up.
They arrived in a circular, black room. Mr. Krabs punched in another code in the wall and the door slammed shut. He pressed a button and a desk and two chairs rose out of the floor. "Hold on a second," he said to Spongebob, and scuttled over to a closet. He re-emerged a few seconds later, dressed in a black suit and tie. "There, that's much better." he said, and settled into his chair. "Take a seat."
"Now Spongebob, I've got a job for you."
"Oh boy!" Spongebob yelled happily. "Does it involve working the register?"
"No, me boy, it's bigger than that. Oh boy, I can see I'll have to completely brief you.
"The reason I brought you down here is because, well, I just can't trust that lubber Squidward. After he stole me first dime."
"But he didn't steal it." "I'm the one doin' the talkin' around here! Well, after he stole my first dime, I figured that he would just as soon betray us to the enemy as polish that clarinet of his. And trust me, that's the last thing we need now.
"The fact is, restaurant owner that I am, I'm the head of a top- secret spy organization dedicated to keep the evil-doers of Bikini Bottom at bay. And right now, Bikini Bottom is in danger."
Mr. Krabs pressed a button on the arm of his chair. A film projector rose up out of it, projecting out onto the walls faces of some not-so-nice people.
"Man-ray, the Dirty Bubble, Plankton. we've all been keepin' an' eye on them. But him." the crab pressed another button. A hideous face, scarred and jagged, with a very slight resemblance to King Neptune was shown. Spongebob gasped. "That guy's the janitor at my boating school!"
Mr. Krabs sighed. "No, Spongebob, that's Triton, King Neptune's evil brother. We've been keepin' tabs on him ever since he electrocuted all those people and made it look like an accident. Got him kicked out of Atlantis. He's ruler o' Rock Bottom now, horrid place if there ever was one." He shuddered, obviously reliving some horrible experience. "Well, he's been furious ever since he got the job, can't blame him. I wouldn't go back down there for twenty bucks. Now, I know that he's plottin' something. This is all in bits and pieces, but it's all we've got.
"Triton is gathering his forces around him. All the usual do-badders, but also any other rotten bloke who are itchin' for some power. And at this rate, he'll have quite an army.
"Now here's somethin' weird. A couple years back, our boy Triton got furious at a buncha starfish, Neptune only knows why. He vowed that he'd get his revenge on every starfish in the sea. If I know that jerk, he's probably still carrying that ol' grudge."
"That explains the starfish abduction!" gasped Spongebob.
"Aye, boy."
"But Mr. Krabs," Spongebob said. "Why did the commando anchovies steal the new secret sauce? Where they hungry?"
"Well lad," his boss replied. "I wasn't gonna tell ye this, but here goes.
"One night I was in the kitchen, tryin' out new recipes to bring in some more customers. I startin' mixin' stuff up. Most of it was too horrible to describe. I finally decided to make up one last batch before hittin' the sack. So I ran about here and there, usin' ingredients from the back of the cupboards, stuff that'd been there for ages. I mixed it all together and then took a taste.
"There was an explosion, and I was thrown back against the wall. I think I fell unconscious, but anyway, when I woke up, I discovered I had some supernatural powers. X-ray vision, flying ability, stuff like that. But there were others too, ones I couldn't start to describe. All I knew was that they were incredibly powerful, and if the sauce fell into the wrong hands, we'd all be goners.
"That's why I hid the sauce, and that's also why them anchovies took it." Mr. Krabs looked Spongebob hard in the eye. "And boy, I need YOU to retrieve it."
Spongebob looked shocked. "But why me? I haven't had any experience!
"Well, call it crazy, call it gut instinct, call it whatever you like, but I have a feeling that you have the energy, determination, loyalty and sponginess- well, especially the sponginess, to save the world. Can you do that?"
Spongebob grinned so wide you could see the back of his throat. He leapt up into the air.
"I'M READY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
DISCLAIMER: Although I wish I did, I don't own any of the characters in my story except for Triton.
CLAIMER: I own Triton and if you want to use him in your fanfic, email me first.
Well, that's done. Back to the story.
CHAPTER 2
Spongebob had barely gotten his yellow behind into the office before Mr. Krabs slammed the door hard enough to bring several of his wall hangings crashing down. "Follow me, boy." he said through clenched teeth. Scurrying over to the wall, the crustacean lifted a small hatch and punched in some numbers on the keyboard. "Passcode accepted" squeaked a small mechanical voice. The wall swung open and hit Spongebob hard in the nose. "Yeowch!" he said, rubbing the part. "Say Mr. K., when did you get a secret room?"
"Can't talk here, lad," Mr. Krabs said, pushing past his frycook. "Don't know who could be listenin'. C'mon, we don't have much time." He hurried down the tunnel, Spongebob struggling to keep up.
They arrived in a circular, black room. Mr. Krabs punched in another code in the wall and the door slammed shut. He pressed a button and a desk and two chairs rose out of the floor. "Hold on a second," he said to Spongebob, and scuttled over to a closet. He re-emerged a few seconds later, dressed in a black suit and tie. "There, that's much better." he said, and settled into his chair. "Take a seat."
"Now Spongebob, I've got a job for you."
"Oh boy!" Spongebob yelled happily. "Does it involve working the register?"
"No, me boy, it's bigger than that. Oh boy, I can see I'll have to completely brief you.
"The reason I brought you down here is because, well, I just can't trust that lubber Squidward. After he stole me first dime."
"But he didn't steal it." "I'm the one doin' the talkin' around here! Well, after he stole my first dime, I figured that he would just as soon betray us to the enemy as polish that clarinet of his. And trust me, that's the last thing we need now.
"The fact is, restaurant owner that I am, I'm the head of a top- secret spy organization dedicated to keep the evil-doers of Bikini Bottom at bay. And right now, Bikini Bottom is in danger."
Mr. Krabs pressed a button on the arm of his chair. A film projector rose up out of it, projecting out onto the walls faces of some not-so-nice people.
"Man-ray, the Dirty Bubble, Plankton. we've all been keepin' an' eye on them. But him." the crab pressed another button. A hideous face, scarred and jagged, with a very slight resemblance to King Neptune was shown. Spongebob gasped. "That guy's the janitor at my boating school!"
Mr. Krabs sighed. "No, Spongebob, that's Triton, King Neptune's evil brother. We've been keepin' tabs on him ever since he electrocuted all those people and made it look like an accident. Got him kicked out of Atlantis. He's ruler o' Rock Bottom now, horrid place if there ever was one." He shuddered, obviously reliving some horrible experience. "Well, he's been furious ever since he got the job, can't blame him. I wouldn't go back down there for twenty bucks. Now, I know that he's plottin' something. This is all in bits and pieces, but it's all we've got.
"Triton is gathering his forces around him. All the usual do-badders, but also any other rotten bloke who are itchin' for some power. And at this rate, he'll have quite an army.
"Now here's somethin' weird. A couple years back, our boy Triton got furious at a buncha starfish, Neptune only knows why. He vowed that he'd get his revenge on every starfish in the sea. If I know that jerk, he's probably still carrying that ol' grudge."
"That explains the starfish abduction!" gasped Spongebob.
"Aye, boy."
"But Mr. Krabs," Spongebob said. "Why did the commando anchovies steal the new secret sauce? Where they hungry?"
"Well lad," his boss replied. "I wasn't gonna tell ye this, but here goes.
"One night I was in the kitchen, tryin' out new recipes to bring in some more customers. I startin' mixin' stuff up. Most of it was too horrible to describe. I finally decided to make up one last batch before hittin' the sack. So I ran about here and there, usin' ingredients from the back of the cupboards, stuff that'd been there for ages. I mixed it all together and then took a taste.
"There was an explosion, and I was thrown back against the wall. I think I fell unconscious, but anyway, when I woke up, I discovered I had some supernatural powers. X-ray vision, flying ability, stuff like that. But there were others too, ones I couldn't start to describe. All I knew was that they were incredibly powerful, and if the sauce fell into the wrong hands, we'd all be goners.
"That's why I hid the sauce, and that's also why them anchovies took it." Mr. Krabs looked Spongebob hard in the eye. "And boy, I need YOU to retrieve it."
Spongebob looked shocked. "But why me? I haven't had any experience!
"Well, call it crazy, call it gut instinct, call it whatever you like, but I have a feeling that you have the energy, determination, loyalty and sponginess- well, especially the sponginess, to save the world. Can you do that?"
Spongebob grinned so wide you could see the back of his throat. He leapt up into the air.
"I'M READY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"