Author's Note: Well, here it is, the chapter that caused me so much trouble to write. Enjoy! ; )
The twinkling stars hung over the city of Bikini Bottom that night. The inhabitants of the city were all tucked up in their cosy beds, dreaming sweet dreams. Well, all but one.
The cold, metal doors of none other than the Chum Buckets opened to reveal a small figure. Dressed in clothing blacker than midnight itself, exited the restaurant that night. Plankton.
Plankton was wearing a dark costume, complete with a hole for his large eye, and two smaller holes at the top for his antenna. On his back he carried a small, dark green bag.
Plankton walked down the road, headed towards that yellow pain-in-the-neck, SpongeBob's house. While on his journey, he couldn't help but glance at the huge rock which he passed. He knew rocks were big, but not that big! The next house he came to was Squidward's. Plankton knew that this was Squidward's house from previous encounters with him. He liked Squidward, he was always full of great ideas, and hated SpongeBob as much as he did.
Plankton came to a stop outside SpongeBob's pineapple. "Well, here goes nothing!" He said to himself as he walked down the path. Plankton stopped at the metal door and looked up. The handle was far too high to reach. "How is anyone supposed to reach that!" He thought.
After spending time looking for a way to get up there, he noticed a small gap between the bottom of the door and the ground. Plankton slipped under the door, and into SpongeBob's living room. It was dark inside, and a soft orange-yellow glow shone in to the room from the streetlamps outside.
The tiny burglar made his way to the bottom of the stairs and laid the green bag which he had been carrying on the ground. He unzipped the bag, reached inside, and pulled out a very, very long rope, and some harnessing gear.
After making a lasso out of the piece of rope, and throwing it with all his strength to the top of the stairs, where it caught around the banister. He then started pulling himself up the stairs with enormous effort.
After about five minutes, Plankton stopped, having finally reaching a step. He sat on the edge and looked down. A disappointed look spread across his face; he had only climbed one step.
About forty-five minutes later, Plankton had reached the top of the stairs, and was panting wildly. He decided to take a quick breather, before entering SpongeBob's bedroom.
As Plankton approached the doorway, he could hear SpongeBob's rather loud snoring. He gritted his teeth in disgust to the loud, constant snoring that was running in the background, and hid behind a small box.
Plankton hugged the box's edge, and slid to the corner before peeking around the corner to check if the coast was clear. When he was sure there was no one around, he leaped out from behind the box before running as fast as he could and performing a series of jumps and rolls super spy style.
Plankton came to a halt as he had almost bumped into a rather large wall. A large, slimy wall. Walls aren't slimy…are they?
Plankton slapped his forehead. This was SpongeBob's pet snail, Barry. Using Barry's (or Gary's) shell to give him a boost, before finally reaching the bed, where he stopped and lay down his bag.
Plankton pulled out his record player, which by this time had been collecting dust on the shelf, and placed a record into it before putting the needle over it. Evil sounding music played, and he laughed along with the music before putting his bag back on, and climbing into one of SpongeBob's pores.
Plankton reached SpongeBob's brain and lay his bag down beside it. He reached inside and pulled out some tape. He was about to tape down SpongeBob's brain to avoid getting crushed, when he realised that it was still taped firmly down from last time he was here.
"Oh." He said, surprised that everything was as he had left it.
Shrugging, Plankton reached inside his bag a last time for a tiny chip, which he inserted into SpongeBob's brain. He was just about to leave, when he heard singing.
"Oh, who lives in a pineapple under the sea!" A rough voice began.
Plankton thought over the man's question before realising that he had left his record player on. Plankton quickly gathered up his belongings and jumped out of SpongeBob's pore, grabbing his singing record player and making for the door.
The last evidence that Plankton was at 124 Conch Street was the joyful sound of children replying, "SpongeBob SquarePants!" many times as he rushed out the door.
Author's Note: Phew! That was a LONG chapter for me to write. Sorry it took so long and sorry if it wasn't that great. Please review all the same!