Sorry it took so long to post an update, but I admit that I'm lazy. However, I have a feeling that this chapter will start up something in the story.

Disclaimer: I do not own SpongeBob Squarepants (and I doubt I ever will).

By the way, starting with this chapter, I will be writing my fics on my new laptop.

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It was a dark and stormy night (which is kind of weird, considering that it was a beautiful day earlier). It would appear that nobody would even think about doing anything on a dreary day like this.

However, there is still one light on in one building. This building in particular was known as the Chum Bucket. Its appearance alone would be enough to make anyone run in fear (and it has. Honestly, how could anybody leave the place messy like this)?

"Don't rub it in."

(Huh?)

"Down here."

(Huh?)

"OH, COME ON! IT'S PLANKTON! I'M THE OWNER OF THE PLACE THAT YOU JUST CALLED SCARY! IF YOU DON'T PLAY YOUR CARDS RIGHT, THEN I WILL MAKE SURE THAT YOU ARE SHAVED BALD AND PUT INTO AN ACID BATH!"

(…Huh?)

"Oh, forget it. Just go on, my throat hurts."

(Alllrighty then!)

(Sorry, I couldn't resist. Gotta love those "Ace Ventura" movies.)

The figure that is now standing before you is a creature known as Plankton. Like a "certain someone", he is not loved, he is pure evil (though his bark is worse than his bite), and to be perfectly honest, …he smells weird.

"I believe I already established not to rub anything in."

(Tell you what, Half-Pint. If you're so damn smart, then why don't you go and invent soap.)

"Just go on."

Anyway, Plankton had just finished getting groceries (although he was also getting machine parts…and a pint of whiskey). Although it probably isn't the best place to put it, the Chum Bucket Lab was directly in the back of the restaurant. It was here that Plankton had put to work various schemes to abduct the Krabby Patty Secret Formula. These so-called schemes were organized into Plans A-Z. However, something new was being put to work. Recently, Plankton had cooked up a new, more modern plan, Plan Z3. So let's meet the only other one awake at this hour. One who didn't fall asleep because she couldn't fall asleep. She is Plankton's computer wife, Karen.

"So, how did it go, Sheldon?"

"It was going alright until SOMEBODY started making fun of me and my restaurant!"

(Fine, I won't talk to anybody in this story anymore.)

"Alright…Anyway, I think I got everything."

"I'll say you did."

"What are you implying?"

"I sensed liquor on your breath. You were out drinking again, weren't you?"

"Welllll…Alright, I might have had one or two Bikini Bottom Typhoons on my way back."

"More like about ten or twenty!"

"Oh, shut up, Karen. Let's get this underway."

Walking up to a table, he dumped the out the contents of the paper sack. Amongst all the food, various magazines like "Evil Maniac Monthly" and "How to learn from many past mistakes", and the whiskey; there were numerous machine pieces. Not a lot, but enough for a small tune-up on something. Immediately, Plankton set to work finishing up the preparations for Plan Z3.

"Let's just hope this one works. I don't want this to end up like Plan Z2."

"I remember that one. You pretended to be an efficiency expert. Then, you sent me into the Krusty Krab to pose as an efficiency robot to secretly witness how a Krabby Patty is made."

"Yeah, it was working splendidly until that sponge caught you."

"Well, what can I say? He was at least doing his job."

"So? Who would have thought that a good plan could be ruined by that freakin' loser?"

"Well, don't you learn from your mistakes?"

"Hmmmm…Nope. Can't say that I do. All right. I'm finished."

Pulling back a large sheet (that must've been pretty difficult), Plankton revealed a six-foot tall robot. Unlike the Krabs robot that he had built before, this one was built with enough power to blow up an entire building in one blow. It was white with red flame-like marks spray painted on it. It appeared to be tougher than nails. It looked like a tank on legs. Each arm was equipped with a single rocket launcher, a Gatling gun, and a laser cutter. The shoulder areas housed missile launchers. The main torso area had a turbine engine, along with a rocket booster. When these were combined with the smaller boosters on the ankles, the robot itself would be capable of achieving flight. There was even a storage area around the waist for holding plasma grenades (who did he have to kill to get those?). Finally, the head had a single yellow eye, which looked very similar to Plankton's. Behind the eye was a cockpit small enough to house someone about an inch tall.

"I've tried everything to get that Secret Formula. I've even tried humiliating myself by dancing in a tutu. The only thing I haven't tried is force. Karen, get me that strength enhancing formula I've been working on. Did the tests come out positive?"

"Every single one. I administered it to plant subjects. They all grew bigger and stronger at an incredible rate. What do you need it for anyway?"

"If the robot doesn't work, I'll at least have incredible strength to get myself through without getting stepped on."

"As excited as I am, Sheldon, I fear that one of the ingredients used in this formula could have a side effect on you."

"Like what? My liver will turn green and my toenails will fall off?"

"No, worse. Insanity."

"Who cares?"

Obviously, the effects of the alcohol were starting to take place. Luckily, Karen knew this.

"Could you at least cut down on your drinking?"

"Yeah, I'll do that when I'm dead. Inject me now!"

After hesitating, Karen finally injected the clear, green substance into Plankton's bloodstream. Plankton didn't really show any signs of a change. Aside from some minor shivering, he was okay. Plankton decided to test if it worked on him. He walked over to a brick that was lying on the floor. Normally, it would have taken all of his might to lift it. However, he tried picking it up and it felt as light as a feather. Just then, a freakishly huge grin started growing on Plankton's face. Every last bit of sanity was immediately lost from his mind. Karen was quickly trying to calm him down, but her efforts were in vain.

"You know, Karen, you probably should have known better than to mess with me when I was drunk."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, let's just say the honeymoon's over."

With those words, he threw the brick directly at Karen, destroying her instantly. All that was left was a useless keyboard, a smashed monitor, and messed up parts. The only ones left in the lab were Plankton, his robot, and insanity.

Evil had been unleashed into Bikini Bottom.

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By the way, Plan Z2 was not entirely mine. I read it in a SpongeBob magazine. I just renamed it.

Well, I hope you like it. I worked for a long time on this one.

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