Sponge-bob: Superhero
Chapter Two
Where did we leave off, now? Ah yes! Sponge-bob became more intelligent because of the stove accident. And, more importantly, he is about to be arrested. So let's begin the chapter, shall we?
Sponge-bob looked at his feet. Then, he looked at the criminal's feet. Then, he looked at the footprints leading up to the hill. Then he looked around. (Boy, am I getting tired of making Sponge-bob look at stuff!) The reason he looked at his and the criminal's feet were to make sure they were wearing different shoes. The reason he looked around was to see if he could find any other witnesses, either to the chase or the actual robbery. He looked at the footprints because--never mind. I won't spoil it for you. Continue reading. There was one fish walking (or swimming?) away. Sponge-bob called out to him. He turned around. "What is it, sir?" he called. "Come over here!" The fish walked over. "I am being arrested and I want to know if you would serve as a good witness. Now, did you see me chasing this black fish here away from the bank?" "Uh, yeah. You were chasing him, and then you started moving super fast and catching up." "Wait," interrupted Sponge-bob. "Was he carrying anything?" "Yup. He was carrying a sack that was bulging. A hundred dollar bill fell out--" "That's enough," said Sponge-bob. He turned to the female police-fish. "You see? I was chasing him, not the other way around. Now, if I were the thief, I would want to get away from the scene of the crime, wouldn't I? Not follow the one person who could get me arrested." "You could have been trying to stop him telling the police," said the police-fish. "True," said Sponge-bob. "But why would he be carrying the sack? Huh? And out of curiosity, which way is the police station?" Sponge-bob asked. He already knew, using his powers of observation and noting which way the police cars (submarines?) came from. "That way," said the police-fish, pointing beyond the bank in the other direction. "But that doesn't matter! This isn't a trial. Save it for the judge." She grabbed Sponge-bob and handcuffed him. Sponge-bob knew it wasn't a good idea to resist because then they would be even surer that he was a crook. She threw him into the car. *A few days later.*
Sponge-bob was not hiring a lawyer. He was defending himself. The prosecuting lawyer had given his side, so it was Sponge-bob's turn. He waved to the audience.
"I plea not guilty!" he shouted. "And I can tell you why! You want to hear it!?" The audience shouted, screamed, booed, cheered, and made miscellaneous other loud noises. Sponge-bob took out a yellow paper bag. Inside were photos. He also had four videos in his bag. He had collected the evidence beforehand (obviously). He took out a video.
"Let's begin where the story begins. I had gotten up early and was walking to work. I work at the Krusty Krab. [Yes! It popped into my head! Krusty Krab!]
"Hurry up and get to the point!" cried the judge.
"Yes, your honor," said Sponge-bob. He talked faster.
"So I was walking and a stove blew up because my boss was trying to fix it. I woke up with special powers. I will demonstrate after I show you this." He put the video into a VCR. He pressed play. It played. When it got to the part where the stove blew up, he paused it.
"That's when the stove blew up," he said. He fast-forwarded the video. He slowed it down and it showed him walking inside the restaurant. He pointed to the bottom of the screen where the date and time was. Then, he took out the next video.
"The date and time are the same here and on this video, when I walk in," he said, holding up, the next video. He put it in and fast-forwarded to where the thief walked in. This video was from inside the restaurant. A few seconds later, Sponge-bob walked in and did his stuff. The TV said something and Sponge-bob said that he must go stop the thief, but first go to the police station, where he could ask the police if they knew where the thief could be. As he walked out the door, Sponge-bob stopped the video. Then, he pointed into the audience.
"These are from different security cameras in the Krusty Krab, where I work. My first witness is Mr. Krabs, my boss. Mr. Krabs," he said as Mr. Krabs walked up. "Is what you just saw what really happened? And were these videos really taken from the security cameras in the Krusty Krab?"
"Yup. That's what happened, plus I know ya wouldn't really steal anything, You're a good lad, if a bit--*slow-witted.* Is that all?"
"Yes, thank you. My next videos are what happened in the bank and outside of the bank. The president of the bank is here, and he will confirm what happened here." Sponge-bob put the video from outside in and in and fast-forwarded it to where the thief was coming. He was wearing a mask. Sponge-bob paused the video.
"At this point, I hadn't showed up and he was wearing a mask. That should make it obvious already that I'm not the thief. But I'll continue." He un-paused the movie. The thief went in and muttered at the octopus. It started letting out ink, and that's when Sponge-bob walked in. Sponge-bob pointed to himself on the screen and said that it was him. The audience watched as the events unfolded. When they were done, Sponge-bob stopped the movie. He had just ran out of the bank in pursuit of the thief. He pointed once again to the date and time.
"I only smashed the windows to let the ink out so it would be easier to see."
"Your honor, I object!" cried the lawyer for the real thief. "He could have simply opened the door, or the windows, not break them! And if he has all of those so-called superpowers, then he should be able to see through the ink!"
"My superpowers are super-strength, super-speed, the ability to make spatulas come out of my hands, and super brainpower! Why under Earth would I be able to see through things? I'm not Super-fish!"
"Super brainpower!? Right! I--you--grrrr." muttered the other lawyer.
Sponge-bob started the next movie with a shrug. It showed Sponge-bob running away from the bank and speeding up. From a distance, you could see Sponge-bob stopping and making the hill. He stopped the video.
"Mr. Bank president? Is this actually what your security cameras show?"
"It is."
"Thank you. You may step down. I believe that I have showed you enough evidence to change your minds if you thought me guilty, and to confirm your opinion if you thought me innocent from the start. I of course am completely willing to pay for the damage to the windows at the bank. I hope the president forgives me for breaking them in the first place. But he must see I had the bank's best interests at heart. Thank you."
"Are you done yet?" asked the judge grumpily.
"Yes, your honor." The jury walked away and started discussing. After a few minutes, which seemed like hours to Sponge-bob, they proclaimed him. . .Not guilty! He grinned. He said to the bank manager, "You may take the money to pay for the windows out of my bank account. Take enough to get really fancy ones, if you w--" Sponge-bob stopped talking. The bank manager had crumpled to the ground. The fish that was guilty was running (swimming) away, holding a bat. "Oh no!" cried Sponge-bob. He shot out two spatulas. They hit the fish. It was his turn to crumple now. The police caught him and put him in jail. Sponge-bob went home to see Patrick. The end. (Reason for lame ending: I got bored with this story. It won't be continuing.)
Chapter Two
Where did we leave off, now? Ah yes! Sponge-bob became more intelligent because of the stove accident. And, more importantly, he is about to be arrested. So let's begin the chapter, shall we?
Sponge-bob looked at his feet. Then, he looked at the criminal's feet. Then, he looked at the footprints leading up to the hill. Then he looked around. (Boy, am I getting tired of making Sponge-bob look at stuff!) The reason he looked at his and the criminal's feet were to make sure they were wearing different shoes. The reason he looked around was to see if he could find any other witnesses, either to the chase or the actual robbery. He looked at the footprints because--never mind. I won't spoil it for you. Continue reading. There was one fish walking (or swimming?) away. Sponge-bob called out to him. He turned around. "What is it, sir?" he called. "Come over here!" The fish walked over. "I am being arrested and I want to know if you would serve as a good witness. Now, did you see me chasing this black fish here away from the bank?" "Uh, yeah. You were chasing him, and then you started moving super fast and catching up." "Wait," interrupted Sponge-bob. "Was he carrying anything?" "Yup. He was carrying a sack that was bulging. A hundred dollar bill fell out--" "That's enough," said Sponge-bob. He turned to the female police-fish. "You see? I was chasing him, not the other way around. Now, if I were the thief, I would want to get away from the scene of the crime, wouldn't I? Not follow the one person who could get me arrested." "You could have been trying to stop him telling the police," said the police-fish. "True," said Sponge-bob. "But why would he be carrying the sack? Huh? And out of curiosity, which way is the police station?" Sponge-bob asked. He already knew, using his powers of observation and noting which way the police cars (submarines?) came from. "That way," said the police-fish, pointing beyond the bank in the other direction. "But that doesn't matter! This isn't a trial. Save it for the judge." She grabbed Sponge-bob and handcuffed him. Sponge-bob knew it wasn't a good idea to resist because then they would be even surer that he was a crook. She threw him into the car. *A few days later.*
Sponge-bob was not hiring a lawyer. He was defending himself. The prosecuting lawyer had given his side, so it was Sponge-bob's turn. He waved to the audience.
"I plea not guilty!" he shouted. "And I can tell you why! You want to hear it!?" The audience shouted, screamed, booed, cheered, and made miscellaneous other loud noises. Sponge-bob took out a yellow paper bag. Inside were photos. He also had four videos in his bag. He had collected the evidence beforehand (obviously). He took out a video.
"Let's begin where the story begins. I had gotten up early and was walking to work. I work at the Krusty Krab. [Yes! It popped into my head! Krusty Krab!]
"Hurry up and get to the point!" cried the judge.
"Yes, your honor," said Sponge-bob. He talked faster.
"So I was walking and a stove blew up because my boss was trying to fix it. I woke up with special powers. I will demonstrate after I show you this." He put the video into a VCR. He pressed play. It played. When it got to the part where the stove blew up, he paused it.
"That's when the stove blew up," he said. He fast-forwarded the video. He slowed it down and it showed him walking inside the restaurant. He pointed to the bottom of the screen where the date and time was. Then, he took out the next video.
"The date and time are the same here and on this video, when I walk in," he said, holding up, the next video. He put it in and fast-forwarded to where the thief walked in. This video was from inside the restaurant. A few seconds later, Sponge-bob walked in and did his stuff. The TV said something and Sponge-bob said that he must go stop the thief, but first go to the police station, where he could ask the police if they knew where the thief could be. As he walked out the door, Sponge-bob stopped the video. Then, he pointed into the audience.
"These are from different security cameras in the Krusty Krab, where I work. My first witness is Mr. Krabs, my boss. Mr. Krabs," he said as Mr. Krabs walked up. "Is what you just saw what really happened? And were these videos really taken from the security cameras in the Krusty Krab?"
"Yup. That's what happened, plus I know ya wouldn't really steal anything, You're a good lad, if a bit--*slow-witted.* Is that all?"
"Yes, thank you. My next videos are what happened in the bank and outside of the bank. The president of the bank is here, and he will confirm what happened here." Sponge-bob put the video from outside in and in and fast-forwarded it to where the thief was coming. He was wearing a mask. Sponge-bob paused the video.
"At this point, I hadn't showed up and he was wearing a mask. That should make it obvious already that I'm not the thief. But I'll continue." He un-paused the movie. The thief went in and muttered at the octopus. It started letting out ink, and that's when Sponge-bob walked in. Sponge-bob pointed to himself on the screen and said that it was him. The audience watched as the events unfolded. When they were done, Sponge-bob stopped the movie. He had just ran out of the bank in pursuit of the thief. He pointed once again to the date and time.
"I only smashed the windows to let the ink out so it would be easier to see."
"Your honor, I object!" cried the lawyer for the real thief. "He could have simply opened the door, or the windows, not break them! And if he has all of those so-called superpowers, then he should be able to see through the ink!"
"My superpowers are super-strength, super-speed, the ability to make spatulas come out of my hands, and super brainpower! Why under Earth would I be able to see through things? I'm not Super-fish!"
"Super brainpower!? Right! I--you--grrrr." muttered the other lawyer.
Sponge-bob started the next movie with a shrug. It showed Sponge-bob running away from the bank and speeding up. From a distance, you could see Sponge-bob stopping and making the hill. He stopped the video.
"Mr. Bank president? Is this actually what your security cameras show?"
"It is."
"Thank you. You may step down. I believe that I have showed you enough evidence to change your minds if you thought me guilty, and to confirm your opinion if you thought me innocent from the start. I of course am completely willing to pay for the damage to the windows at the bank. I hope the president forgives me for breaking them in the first place. But he must see I had the bank's best interests at heart. Thank you."
"Are you done yet?" asked the judge grumpily.
"Yes, your honor." The jury walked away and started discussing. After a few minutes, which seemed like hours to Sponge-bob, they proclaimed him. . .Not guilty! He grinned. He said to the bank manager, "You may take the money to pay for the windows out of my bank account. Take enough to get really fancy ones, if you w--" Sponge-bob stopped talking. The bank manager had crumpled to the ground. The fish that was guilty was running (swimming) away, holding a bat. "Oh no!" cried Sponge-bob. He shot out two spatulas. They hit the fish. It was his turn to crumple now. The police caught him and put him in jail. Sponge-bob went home to see Patrick. The end. (Reason for lame ending: I got bored with this story. It won't be continuing.)