Evil Spongebob
Chapter 2
Spongebob stood, face pressed against the glass of the Krusty Krab. "Hello, little rain drops!" His eyes followed the drops of rain when Squidward came from behind him.
"Spongebob, stop looking at the rain. You got a customer waiting for his Krabby Meal with a medium drink."
Spongebob turned on his heel. "Sure thing, Squidward. I just didn't expect it to rain today, did you?"
Squidward looked up, rubbing his chin as he muttered. "Now that I think about it, not really I-" He looked back at Spongebob who was listening. In his usual irritation, Squidward replied, "Anyway, just get the customer's order, will you?"
"Coming right up!" Spongebob rose his spatula and ran himself back into the kitchen.
Squidward took his place in front of the cash register, his eyes dulled. He sat back and rubbed his large nose while reading the latest musician magazine as he normally did when there weren't any customers to take orders from.
Spongebob barged out the kitchen door, holding the Krabby Meal on one hand. He sat the plate gracefully down in front of a much older woman. "One Krabby Meal with a medium soda. Enjoy your food, ma'am."
The older woman gave her gratitude and helped herself to the meal in front of her. Spongebob whistled on his way back to the kitchen when Mr. Krabs stepped out of his office admiring the scenery of the two customers that remained. His feet made quick, small steps over to his employees, stopping Spongebob on his tracks.
"Well, boys, it looks like it's ten minutes until we close her up."
"Only ten minutes?" Spongebob said, surprised and disappointed by how quick the day passed.
"In that case, I will be on my way." Squidward took his hat into his tentacle and stepped out his working position when Mr. Krabs halted him to a stop.
"Not so fast there! Ain't no one going anywhere!" Said Mr. Krabs.
"But Mr. Krabs," Squidward objected. "No one is going to come in with only ten minutes left on the clock."
"That's where you're wrong, Mr. Squidward." Mr. Krabs lifted a claw. "Never doubt a customer's time of need."
"Mr. Krabs, when a restaurant is about to close, people look elsewhere or eat at home. When have you ever seen a customer come in the last few minutes before closing?"
"Right now."
Sure enough, a customer walked in.
Squidward squeezed his hat until it wrinkled.
"Why do I still even work here?" Squidward mumbled, stepping back to the front of the cash register.
Mr. Krabs walked over to his office and held the door partly open replying back to Squidward, "Because without this job, you got nothin'." With that, he closed the door to his office.
Squidward didn't argue. Instead, he took the customers order.
"Whelp! I better make these last ten minutes count," Spongebob said, cheerfully.
Mr. Krabs stepped out of his office once more. "I almost forgot. Spongebob, as soon as you're done in the kitchen, it's your turn to take out today's filth sitting in the back."
"Right away, captain!" Spongebob saluted.
Plankton peered through the window at the Chum Bucket's entrance when he spotted the yellow sponge. He was lifted up by three largely stacked cardboard boxes. He turned himself away from the window and rubbed his palms together. He chuckled and turned to his invention that was near him.
"This is it. It's time I finally have you, my pretty, win over my soon-to-be villainous ally."
He hopped down a set of boxes like stairs and towards the the tiled floor. He pushed the boxes out of his way with great strength for a little guy his size and carried the hat above his head all the way to the back of the Krusty Krab.
Spongebob was there, lifting up one of the enormous trash bags and wobbling his knees as he carried it to the dumpster one step at a time. Once he successfully released the pressure off his arms, he wiped the sweat that collected on his brow; released his breathe that he'd been holding in; and held in his breathe for a second round. Just as he was about to toss the second trash bag, he heard a voice speaking out to him.
"Hi, there Spongebob," came a friendly tone.
Startled, Spongebob released the bag and it fell to the ground and he heard an Oof! after dropping it.
"Who's there?" Spongebob looked around.
Plankton's head popped out from underneath the trash bag as he tried to squeeze the rest of himself out. When he did, he leaned over the trash bag.
"Erm—down here, Spongebob."
Spongebob looked below him until he saw the waving Plankton trying to capture his attention. He gasped and pointed an accusatory finger at him. "Plankton!"
Plankton pushed Spongebob's finger away. "What? I haven't even done anything. I just wanted to say 'hello.' How are things going? Long time no see!"
Spongebob looked up thoughtfully before replying, "I just saw you last Tuesday."
"Right," Plankton said, recalling their last meeting. "Anyway, I just thought I'd stop by because I wanted to give you a little gift."
"A gift?" Spongebob was already skeptical.
"That's right a gift. It is a special day to give gifts to your friends, is it not?"
Spongebob put his hands on his hips. "Wait a second, how did you know about my holiday?"
"I couldn't help but overhear you giving Krabs a gift. I wanted to partake in your little holiday by bringing you a present as well."
"What's the catch?"
"Catch? There's no catch. Aren't I allowed to give a friendly present once in a while? I promise that I'm not asking for anything this time around."
"Not even the secret formula?"
"Not even the secret formula."
"Well," Spongebob thought for a second before beaming. "Okay! What's your present?"
Plankton took out a blue newsboy hat out of his side pocket. It looked perfectly normal, but underneath the fabric was its mechanical structure that can be viewed from the inside. "Here we are!"
Spongebob parted his lips; his pupils enlarged by the sight. "Wow! Reminds me of a hat that I always wanted at the Bikini Bottom Clothes Shop."
"Now you have one given to you by my patronage. See? It wasn't all bad."
"Whoa, thanks Plankton! I can't wait to wear this when I walk home!"
"Don't mention it, kid. I'm sure it will look great on you. Well, I'll see you on the flip side!" Plankton rounded a corner to prevent himself being seen. When he was in the clear, he sneered and muttered, "Because you're about to be on the side of evil!"
Spongebob was in the Krusty Krab kitchen once more after completing his trash duty. He held his new hat in level with his eyes to look into it's metallic exterior.
"Who knew Plankton could be be so giving?"
He gasped when he noticed a dirt spot so microscopic that it would of taken a magnifying glass to see that it was even there.
"Oh no, hatty! Looks like you got a little dirt on your trip over here."
Spongebob took out a handkerchief and began scrubbing away the dirt until Mr. Krabs interrupted by opening the door. "What goes on in here?"
"Just taking care of my new hat, Mr. Krabs." Spongebob replied.
Mr. Krabs eyed Spongebob suspiciously. "Arg. Did you take care of the trash like I asked?"
"Sure did!"
"Good because it's closing time."
Mr. Krabs left while Spongebob grinned at his hat. "Did you hear that hatty? It's closing time."
He exited the kitchen and saw that Squidward was already at the door.
"Hurry up, Spongebob. I want to get home as soon as possible." Said Squidward. Spongebob ran beside him. When they started to walk, Squidward noticed the hat that Spongebob had. "What is that you're carrying?"
"Pretty cool, huh? Plankton gave me this hat. He said it's a gift as part of today's Day of the Gifting."
"Are you sure you should be accepting gifts from someone like him?"
"He didn't ask for the formula, so I don't see why not."
"Well, he sure has a sense of style, that's for sure." Squidward said, sarcastically.
Spongebob put the hat on in place of his Krusty Krab Hat.
"So, what do you think?"
"Great if you were planing on working as a house painter," Squidward replied. He laughed quietly. "Hah, hah, hah, house painter."
They arrived at their home and Squidward swiveled to where his house is located.
"See ya, Squidward!" Spongebob shouted.
As expected, he was met with silence, but he didn't worry about that. He liked to imagine that Squidward was replying back in his head.
Upon entering his house, Spongebob saw Gary greeting him.
"Hey, Gary!"
Looking at Spongebob's hat, Gary meowed.
"Oh, you mean my new hat? Plankton gave it to me for today's Day of the Gifting. He didn't even ask for the secret formula this time." Spongebob replied.
"Meow?"
"Sure, it's safe. I've been wearing it all the way back home." He went to the kitchen and pulled Gary's can of food from the pantry. "Now, how about something to eat?"
Spongebob poured Gary's food into his bowl and said in a french accent, "Food for ze young prince." He got on one knee and gracefully placed the pet bowl in front of Gary. He bowed respectfully when there came a knock at his front door.
Spongebob opened it to see it was Patrick.
"Hiya, buddy!" Patrick said, entering inside. "Fancy hat you got there."
Spongebob glanced at the hat on his head. "Thanks! Plankton gave this to me as a gift."
"Isn't he always trying to get, what was it again? The secret formula?"
"Yeah, but I think it's fine. Plankton just wanted to partake on my special occasion."
"Well, that's great!"
"Right? Who knew he had a good side." Spongebob suddenly drew his attention away from his hat to look at Patrick. "So are you enjoying your gift?"
"You betcha! Check it out!" Patrick showed Spongebob his wrist where the Mermaid Man and Barnacle Boy watch had been strapped.
"Looking pretty good!"
"Perfect time too. The show is going to start soon."
Spongebob slapped a hand over his forehead. "Oh, I almost forgot! They are having an episode today for the show's anniversary. Before we watch, I'm going to get us some snacks and milk. Do you want any?"
"Oh boy! Yeah!"
Spongebob went back to the kitchen to grab a couple of glasses and poured milk into them. He carried the filled glasses over to Patrick who was already sitting down on the couch and handed him his glass.
Patrick chugged the milk in a matter of seconds and looked back at his glass, disappointed to to find it empty.
"Uh, Spongebob? Do you think I can have more milk?"
"Sure thing, buddy," Spongebob replied, taking Patrick's glass back to the kitchen.
Plankton threw stacks of paper over his shoulder and other mechanical junk he had. "Curses! Where did I put the remote for the steel hat?"
"I knew you should of placed it somewhere that is easily visible." Karen said as if she told Plankton beforehand.
Plankton threw his head back. "Arrrrrg! At this rate, I will never find it!"
When he faced forward again, the remote was directly in front of him on his desk.
His voice was calm again. "Oh, wait, its been here this whole time."
He took the remote in his hands and admired its buttons. "Finally. Now that I have you, it's time to put the plan into action. I just have to recall how I work this thing."
After a few seconds of analyzing, he pressed the big green button on the remote.
Still holding the glass on one hand, Spongebob reached for a handle on the refrigerator but he froze in place, and his eyes began to whirl.
"Wh-What's happening?" Worried, he placed a hand over his head to steady the oncoming dizziness. "I want to do something—something-" His speech became gibberish.
"Meow?" Gary slithered over to Spongebob, his eyes hung worriedly.
"Spongebob!" Patrick called from the other room, bouncing on his seat excitingly. "Hurry up! It's starting!"
The corners of Spongebob's lips turned up into an evil grin and his brows furrowed. He gave the glass in his hand a tight squeeze until tiny shards fell to the ground.
"-Evil!" Spongebob laughed manically.
Gary's eye's widened as he looked between his owner and the glass that shattered to the ground.
"Spongebob!" Patrick called again.
Patrick got up and went to the kitchen to investigate the hold up. He looked beside him, a menacing pair of blue eyes piercing through him. Apprehension formed in his expression as he took a step back. It was somehow satisfying to see.
This time when Patrick called out to him it was more out of fear rather than initial excitement he had earlier.
Spongebob broke into another series of evil laughter with his hands out in front of him, his fingers wiggling as Patrick took steps back from him.
Gary retreated in his shell, shaking.
"S-Spongebob? B-buddy?" Patrick stammered in a tiny voice.
Something bumped Patrick from behind. He glanced behind to see that the wall prevented him from moving back any further. He was cornered. He trembled, producing sweat as the sponge came closer one step at a time.
"No! Get back! Nooooo!"
Patrick screamed.
