Evil Spongebob

Chapter 6


"Look boys! The pins and needles," Sandy exclaimed.

"Great, but how are we going to get it out?" Squidward asked.

"Patrick!" Sandy called.

Spongebob went out the door and picked up the damaged box of pins and needles from across the room. "Sorry guys, but I'm afraid Patrick won't be helping any of you." He said in a mocking tone.

"Wha-" Sandy glared. "Spongebob! You give that box back this instant!"

Spongebob ignored her and whistled with the box tucked under his arm as he went back inside the kitchen.

Sandy growled.

Mr. Krabs beamed when he noticed a particular twinkle on the floor board just in front of them.

"Wait! It may not be a loss after all," Mr. Krabs said.

"Huh?" Sandy's frustration depleted almost immediately when her gaze followed to Mr. Krabs's point, leading to a pin on the floor. "Well, I'll be! A pin! It musta fell out when the box was tossed."

Sandy extended her leg out towards the pin and stepped at one end of it. With precision, she was able to pop the bubble and free herself. She took the pin in her hand and carefully popped Squidward and Mr. Krabs's bubble. They celebrated for second but it was cut short as Sandy knew Patrick still hadn't returned.

She went in the door of the kitchen with the boys looking over her shoulders. Spongebob was mysteriously no where to be seen. What they did saw was Patrick on the floor again, slowly regaining his consciousness.

"It was…horrifying!" Patrick coughed and sputtered. "It was…intimidating!"

"Oh brother, not this again." Squidward rolled his eyes. "I'm outta here."

"With you on that." Mr. Krabs said, following behind Squidward.

Sandy was about to turn her tail to meet up with boys when Patrick noticed everyone leaving, and he lifted his head up from the floor.

"Wait!" Patrick said. "Don't you want to know what happened to me?"

"Patrick, we have more important things right now." Said Sandy, annoyed.

Patrick got on his feet instantly. "Oh, okay." He followed the rest in going outside of the Krusty Krab.


No one moved as Mr. Krabs's nose began to twitch. "Hmm...We outta check the Chum Bucket again. Plankton is somewhere near. I can smell it."

Sandy, Patrick, Squidward, and Mr. Krabs went towards the Chum Bucket. Mr. Krabs and Sandy took turns pushing the doors, but they were still unfortunately locked, and there was no telling if Plankton would even open the doors for them given he didn't even answer it for a second time.

"Wait!" Patrick raised an arm, putting everyone in a halt. "Let me get my lock-picking kit."

Everyone stepped aside as Patrick approached the door. Out of nowhere, he whipped out a log and batter rammed it into the door with a scream.

The doors opened with success and Patrick turned around to give a thumbs up.

Everyone stared in mix between shock and confusion.

"That works." Said Sandy. She was not even going to question Patrick this time.

They all took a look around their surroundings as they came in, but it seemed empty aside from the flashing of buttons on some of the mechanical displays. They went inside the lab but all that was there was electronics and steel equipment.

"I have a feeling Plankton knew he was in trouble and went into hiding," Mr. Krabs said.

"But where?" Squidward looked up at the wall displays.

"Keep searching. The little pest has gotta be in here." Mr. Krabs said.

Patrick leaned against a control panel, resting his arms over a series of button when a line suddenly appeared on the computer display.

"Hey! Watch it!" A female voice spoke, forming sound waves on the screen.

Patrick turned around in bewilderment.

"Look!" Patrick pointed.

Everyone joined in awe as they looked up at the computer.

"What is this?" Asked Mr. Krabs.

"It looks like some kind of high-tech computer. Impressive." Said Sandy as she leaned to the side to study the wires connected to the back.

"Great, but how is that supposed to tell us where Plankton is?" Squidward asked.

"Plankton isn't here." Said the computer.

Everyone looked surprise.

"Wait," Mr. Krabs said, "if Plankton isn't here, where is he then?"

"He left but never came back. I'm unable to locate him myself." Said the computer. "It's unlike him to not respond to any of my instant messages. I'm worried something happened to him."

"And who are you?" Sandy asked.

"I'm his wife, Karen."

"His wife is a computer? Well, now that's just sad." But Squidward's tone didn't seem to hold any sympathy.

"In that case, you wouldn't happen to know any more of Plankton's evil schemes he has planned, would you?" Sandy asked.

"It is not in my programming to answer that question," Karen replied.

Squidward huffed through his nose. "I'm not sure if I believe that."

Just then, the double doors of the Chum Bucket swayed opened. Plankton cried out Karen's name, but the door swung back at him and sent him and his bubble down the road.

"Plankton!" Karen switched to a shocked pixelated face.

"Was that really-?" Sandy started to ask.

"It sure was," Replied Mr. Krabs.


Everyone pushed through the doors to meet with Plankton who stopped rolling and tumbling between the Chum Bucket and the Krusty Krab. He lied on his back groaning when he noticed that he was being glared at. Even a forced smile couldn't mask his sense of trouble.

"Well, well, if it isn't Plankton." Mr. Krabs glared.

"Heh, isn't this a pleasant surprise. You're all here. To what do I owe the pleasure?" Plankton rubbed up and down his arm nervously.

"Don't try to play innocent. We know you're responsible for all this."

"What? I-I don't know what you're talking about."

"Sure you do!"

"Yeah!" The others chimed in.

"You made Spongebob evil in order to steal me recipe!" Mr. Krabs said.

Plankton looked around as if to quickly think of a white lie, but the accusations were strong enough for him to not hide it. He let out a long exhilarated breath of air he filled his lungs with.

"Okay, perhaps I did, but that doesn't mean he's on my side."

"What are ye sayin'?" Mr. Krabs lifted a brow.

"I offered Spongebob my services and he denied them. He thinks he's better off ruling this town without me and treated me like garbage!"

"No kiddin'?"

"If I was, do you think I'd be trap in this bubble?"

"You got a point," Mr. Krabs said. "Well, We will get you out but only in one condition."

Plankton looked unsure. Whatever they had planned to make him do, he was sure was going to go against his plans.

"Turn Spongebob back to normal and keep yer filthy inventions away from me employees," Mr. Krabs said.

"That's two conditions, and I can't just do that!" Plankton reached into his pocket to pull out his remote. "The remote I set up for the steel hat doesn't work. It was meant to be powerless once I press the button to deactivate the evil inducing sequence, but it seemed to have malfunctioned. I need some time to repair it before it can be of any use."

"How long do you think it will take before it's completed?"

"It probably won't be complete for another—oh—couple of days."

"Couple days?" Everyone shouted in unison, making Plankton cover his ears.

"You can't expect us to wait that long!" Squidward said. "That barnacle brain is going to drive me off the edge!"

"And Spongebob and I were supposed to go jellyfishing tomorrow," Patrick added.

Plankton shrugged. "What do you expect me to do? This takes time to be repaired. I may be an evil genius, but altering the brain function is not an easy feat. One wrong move can cause unwanted alternations to the brain's frontal lobe, so I need time to develop any fixes."

Sandy stepped in. "Well, what if I help you fix it?"

Plankton was taken by surprise. "You? Do you not understand the complexity of what I just said? Besides, I doubt a squirrel can be of any assistance."

Patrick stared in shock like he knew full well where insulting Sandy would lead. He oooed.

Sandy's eyes furrowed, and she brought her face closer to Plankton's bubble and jabbed a finger at it. "Now you listen here! I'll have you know that I ain't just some squirrel. I know karate, and I'll have no problem kicking your little behind all the way to Timbuktu if you insult me again! My best friend is in trouble and I won't take no for an answer! So what do you have to say about that?"

Plankton tightened his eye shut and put his hands up in defense. He half-expected to be beaten to a pulp, but when he opened his eye, nothing had happened to him. Did he dare? He looked back at Sandy and cleared the lumped in this throat.

"What I have to say is of course you can help! I love getting help! I just want to make sure you know what you're doing is all. Ha, ha! Ha...ha..."

"That's what I thought! Besides, Ah'm sure I figure it out. I ain't new to this sort of anatomy and someone needs to keep an eye and make sure you don't try any more funny business."

Plankton held his arm up in a solemn promise, though his tone seemed to barely hold any promises to that. "Oh trust me! I won't do anything." He then put his arm down. "In that case, we can probably get it done in a few hours, more or less." He looked off to the side mumbling to himself as he said, "There goes my time spent correcting the evil malfunctions…"

"I suppose while you do that, we should get rid of any bubble solution that may be in the stores. It's the only way to stop Spongebob from his bubble tactics," Said Squidward.

"Good idea. While ya'll are at it, use this heres pin to pop any more bubbles you may find." Sandy held up the pin.

Mr. Krabs took it from her and handed it to Squidward. "Here you are, Squidward. I'm leaving you in charge of all the popping."

"Do I have to be the one to do it?" Squidward asked, taking the pin.

"Of course. What else do I pay you for?"

"To take orders from needy costumers in a greasy old restaurant."

"That's part of the reason but also to look out for them. So let's get sailing, sailors!"

Mr. Krabs and Patrick were already moving, but Squidward lagged behind for a moment longer. "I had to make a suggestion…" Squidward mumbled.


Mr. Krabs went to a toy store that sold all kinds of fun activities for children and family and informed the the manager to not sell any bubble solution to the yellow sponge in brown pants. The manager took heed of the warning and allowed Mr. Krabs to hide any of the bubble solutions that may interfere with Spongebob's wicked scheme. When Mr. Krabs left, a customer walked into the store who was also a yellow sponge in brown pants, but wasn't Spongebob. Everyone got enraged and tackled him in a heap until the real Spongebob showed up and trapped them all in bubbles.

Patrick went to a bubble stand, giving a warning to the worker. The worker was skeptical, rubbing his chin despite his customers visibly in bubbles all around him. Then when a bubble floated towards him, Patrick ran out of the way, screaming with his arms in the air. A bubble trapped the worker inside, which led to him to turn towards Patrick hiding behind the counter and allowing him to take the bubble solutions out of sight.

Squidward on the other hand was going around freeing everybody with a bored look. He managed to free an old couple playing chess, a guy who sat on a toilet that for some reason was outside, and the kid from earlier that enjoyed bouncing on his bubble; however, the kid got angry that his bubbled was popped and kicked Squidward in the shins, making him hop up and down on two tentacles.

Squidward went to the meeting spot with bandages on his tentacles and Mr. Krabs, being the last to arrive, placed a claw on his lower back. "Arg…this ol' back ain't how it used to be."

"At least all the bubbles are hidden," said Squidward.

All eyes turned to Patrick who was so fat from all the bubble bottles he stored in his short that it made his butt and hips look abnormally huge. Even some of the bubble solution leaked and created a puddle under Patrick's feet.

"How discreet." Squidward said sarcastically.

"Hang on. I got it!" Mr. Krabs said.

A few minutes later…

The three of them surrounded a dumpster, and the lids of Squidward's eyes hung heavy as he tossed out the last of the bubble bottle. Unfortunately, Patrick had outstretched the band of his pants so much he ended up being in his underwear.

"There. All taken care of." Said Mr. Krabs.

Just then Spongebob came floating on top his bubble. His shadow loomed over Patrick, Squidward, and Mr. Krabs. They all stared, open-mouthed.

Spongebob laughed. "Well, well. If it isn't you three. Still lingering around, I see."

"Spongebob!" Patrick waved his arms at the sponge.

"That's my name. Don't wear it out." Spongebob said, raising his hand out in front of him to examine his cuticles.

"Hmph. Someone is high and mighty all of the sudden," Squidward rolled his eyes with his tentacles over his hips.

"I prefer to say that I've improved. This is the opportunity where I can become powerful in ways that I couldn't before. From now on, all of you are my subjects while I am your new master."

Patrick frowned. "But...but you're my best friend."

"I was your best friend." Spongebob replied. "There is no sense in having friends when you are to be the town's future ruler."

Patrick got on his knees with his hands pressed together. "No! Please! Don't do this to me!" He chocked between sobs, beating the ground with his fist and creating a puddle with his tears.

"Will you get a hold of yourself?" Squidward stood akimbo towards the wailing starfish; pressing his brow lines together that formed wrinkles in between them, but Patrick didn't stop. "This is pathetic. What use is it talking to you when you don't even listen?"

"So what are you going to do? Trap us in bubbles again?" Mr. Krabs asked.

"I could do that, but I much rather amuse myself as I witness your pitiful attempts in trying to stop me. In the meantime, Jellyfish Field, here I come!" Spongebob pulled back a bubble lever beside him on his bubble. As his bubble starting backing up, he made sound effects. "Beep! Beep! Beep!" Then he pulled the lever forward that made it accelerate at top speed overhead.

Patrick's voice grew louder. "Noooooo! Spongebob!"

"Patrick!" Squidward shouted. He got down on two of his four knees, squaring Patrick's shoulders. "Listen because I don't want to repeat myself! Sandy and Plankton are working on the remote to get Spongebob back, but crying isn't going to solve anything. Right now, we just got to be patient and wait. Got it? Good!"

"Arg." Mr. Krabs agreed. "In fact we should see how they're doing. Maybe it'll ease yer mind from all this."

Patrick stood up, still frowning but no longer crying. "Okay..."


Author Note: Oof! This chapter took the longest to write. There were some parts that I didn't like or sounded too confusing when I reread it, so I had to change it. This is an older fanfic, so I had no idea where I was going with some parts and had to roll with what I had. I have to say I'm happy with the turn out, and it's mostly faithful to what I had before. All that needed to be done was editing or at least edit most of the mistakes I can find. That's why this chapter came out faster.