"Is he going to be OK, Captain?" Dr. Doppler asked inside Room 29, where we were tending to Jim's wounds.

"Of course, he will be, Doctor." Amelia said, taking a hot cup out from the microwave to Jim. "Slight bruising, that's all. Cup of tea and you'll be right as rain."

"Thanks." said Jim, who took the cup, from which he took a small sip.

"Oh, this is our fault." said SpongeBob. "If it wasn't for the assembly, we would've known the Omegas would be heading this direction."

"Wow!" said B.E.N. "And I thought I was the absent-minded one."

As they talked, I went to Eliza, telling her. "You know, when I first saw you trying to save Toto, I was worried you would get caught, but I never thought Dorothy would..."

"You don't have to worry about me now. I'm OK." assured Eliza, who placed a hand on my shoulder. "But I appreciate your concern."

At the same time, Mr Krabs was saying. "Why, if those Omegas were still around, I'd take the lot of them with one claw tied behind me back."

"Are ya daft?" asked Silver. "You wouldn't last a minute out there."

"Oh, but you would, Mr. I'm So Much Better Than Krabs?"

Silver frowned at him. "You know what? Forget them! I could finish you off right here, right now!"

"Not if I finish you off first!" Mr. Krabs said, putting up his claws.

But before he could engage, Spirit let out a loud whinny that silenced them both.

"Wowie wow wow!" Junie B., Lucille and Grace said in unison.

"Not how one would end this argument," said Amelia. "But...proceed."

Spirit nodded, then turned to the class.

"Now, you probably wouldn't hear this from Toto." he said. "But arguing is not going to get us anywhere."

"He's right, guys." Jim said to us. "We have to do some..."

"Whoa, not on your condition, you can't." Sulley said as he and Mike helped Jim on his knees.

"Can't we just stay in here where it's safe from those bullies?" asked Patrick.

"No!" said Auntie Em. "Our little girl's in trouble and we have to save her...somehow."

"Don't worry, Mrs. Gale." said B.E.N. "We Imaginaries have a plan to get Dorothy back."

"We do?" asked Mr. Krabs.

"Well, no." admitted B.E.N. "I was actually saying that to lighten the mood."

While the rest of us stared at him, Squidward's head and nose deflated with disbelief.

"Without an actual plan, we're dead." he said, then start to faint backwards, only to be caught by SpongeBob and Patrick, who said. "If we run now, we're dead."

"If we stand up to them…" SpongeBob began.

"We're dead!" Morph repeated for him. "We're dead! We're dead! We're dead!"

"Not if Amelia Smollett has anything to say about it." Amelia said, walking towards the corner table. "Step aside, please."

Eliza, Darwin, Spirit and Rain did as they were told, making way for Amelia to pull out something that shocked most of us.

"Whoa, is that a laser gu…" Junie B. asked before Mr. Arrow held out his hand in front of her, saying. "I wouldn't get too close if I were you, missy."

"Doctor, familiar with these?" Amelia asked Dr. Doppler, tossing him the laser gun she had just loaded.

"Oh, I've seen…uh…well, I've read…" stammered Dr. Doppler, who accidentally pulled the trigger, sending a blast that nearly missed Mr. Arrow, Debbie and Kira.

"Look out!" Shanti cried, pushing Jane out of the way as the blast ricocheted all over the room, hitting Squidward in the back while the rest of us ducked in cover.

"Oops." cringed Dr. Doppler, to whom Debbie said. "Watch where you're aiming, butterfingers!"

"Uh, no, no, absolutely not." Mr. Beckwith said, walking towards Amelia. "This is a weapon-free school, Captain. The Omegas may be armed with them, but we will use none of the sort."

"Well, it was worth the literal shot." Mr. Arrow said with a shrug.

"Then, how do you propose we fend off the Omegas without firearms?" Amelia asked while taking back the laser gun from Dr. Doppler.

"Oh, Mr. Beckwith!" Mowgli called, raising his hand up. "I have an idea!"

"What is it, Mowgli?" asked Mr. Beckwith.

"Why don't we try using spit arms?" suggested Mowgli.

Mr. Beckwith and Amelia looked at each other, then said in unison. "Spit arms?"

"Think of it." said Mowgli. "We use an ordinary rifle, but instead of bullets, we use spitballs!"

He held his straw like it was a rifle and shot his spitball...at Squidward, who removed it from his face, while saying. "I've seen a lot of things coming from you, Mowgli, but this has got to be the most disgusting..."

"...yet genius idea I ever heard!" exclaimed Sandy.

"It is?" asked Mr. Beckwith.

"You bet it is!" siad Sandy. "In fact, with your permission, I should be able to make about over twenty of them by first light."

Mr. Beckwith looked at her, then sighed reluctantly. "I'll allow it. But, just this once."

As the class clapped and cheered, Mowgli said to Squidward. "And you said my tricks would lead to trouble."

"Weaponry's all well and good." said Mike. "But we still have to figure out how to save Dorothy without any of those creeps knowing what we're up to. This is war, people. And you know what they say, 'war is heck!'"

While he was talking, I took a closer look at Mr. Beckwith's vinyl record of Rabbit Ears' "The Legend of Sleepy Hollow," which we listened to following the costume parade on Halloween.

"Mr. Beckwith! Mr. Beckwith!" I called, raising my hand. "I have an idea that could actually work."

"Well, then, let's hear it." said Mr. Beckwith.

"Now, even though we're two days away from Thanksgiving," I said while drawing on the main whiteboard. "We're going to pull off a little show...Halloween style!"