Hey. You're probably wondering where the hell I've been. Well... I kinda lost motivation to write after I got some conflicting reviews early on, combined with a lack of enjoyment in writing at the time lead to me quitting for a while.

That combined with me being essentially booted out of the Spongebob fandom after being there for 5 years, lead to me falling in with the Daria fandom.(actually around the time I wrote the 3rd chapter, hence the quote) BTW, The Daria fandom is insanely in depth, non-toxic, detailed, and well organized. Google "Daria Multiverse" If you don't believe me.

I wrote a few things while there, some of the longer ones are on here(My best work is in script form, and can't be posted here. Also, none of the IC's are on here)

I ended up making some similar mistakes while there, although I put the fun back in writing. Then I tried to come back, and rewrote the first chapter(which is the version currently out) but I ended up trying to please everyone and gave up again. I also just finished..well, not really rewriting, moreso cutting chapter 2 and 3, so reread those two.

Anyway, thanks to some good advice from friends new and old , and some thinking, I eventually realized I wanted to write for myself, and have fun doing it, and in general not worry about trying to be perfect. So basically, How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love to Write.

I considered making a Total Drama fic, or going back to the Daria fandom, But I decided to return here. You guys have been waiting. LET'S GET THIS STARTED, EH?

Chapter 4: The Coverup

"But the sun was shining, and everything seems fine. So count me in, I'll see you on the other side." -The Aquabats

TICK. TOCK. TICK. TOCK.

Gilbert walked into his room, the calming rhythm of the clock ticking every onwards. The ride home had been relatively uneventful. His mind had remained focused on the task of finding out what the deal was with the Mayors suspicious behavior and the odd statue. "Cartoons can wait, I got a mystery to solve." Turning on the computer, he began his search.

"Alright. Let's start with just, Beach City." Searching this, he found quite a few results. Beach City Tourism, , VOTE MAYOR DEWEY, Ocean Town memorial. Nothing really popped out, so after a moment of deliberation, he decided to simply go down the list.

The Beach City Tourism website was about as vanilla as a tourist website could be. An article on the boardwalk, littered with ads from local restaurants. Some guys carwash had It's own webpage, though it looked really low quality. "Your website certainly IS a wash!" Not a single picture of the statue. Hell, not even one that had the cliff in the picture. Curiouser and curiouser still.

"Of course, never can be simple, can it?" Gilbert said to himself, grumbling under his breath as he tried to find something useful. "Maybe this was just a waste of time. Heh, I'm just getting paranoid, aren't I? Like that time I tried to find that lost goldmine. Just looking too closely at the little things." Gilbert started exiting out the pages, then suddenly stopped. "Wait a minute..." getting an idea, he searched up "Google Maps" and typed Beach City into the bar. It popped up, a full satellite display of the city. "SUCCESS!" He shouted to no one in particular. Gilbert quickly scrolled over, expecting to see the cliff, statue, and hopefully, an article about it.

Instead...

"What the Fuck?"

The entire cliffside wasn't there. Just a large, rocky beach, and a small tag labeling it as unsafe. After blinking a few times, Gilbert squinted. Several areas were blurred over, and several obvious vertical lines along the supposed 'beach' showed culling. This wasn't the real map at all! This was a fake!

"Well...this just got interesting." Gilbert stated, with a touch of fear in his voice.

"Hello everyone, and welcome to this weeks entry of, KEEP, BEACH, CITY, WEIRD. I'm your host, Ronaldo, and this is my co-host and brother, Peedee."

Ronaldo had recently had a busy week. After his recent discovery of odd holes in the cliffside, he knew It was his time to shine. The Sneople had returned.

"Today, on KBCW, we shall discuss the recent sneople activity in Beach City." Peedee looked at Ronaldo with a mix of annoyance and disappointment. "Ronaldo,You're still on the sneople theory? Last week you said there was a shadow government."

Ronaldo practically bounced out of his chair, and quickly leaned in close to Peedee. "THAT'S JUST IT PEEDEE! The Shadow Government, IS THE SNEOPLE. They've obviously been running us for YEARS! How did we never notice?"

Peedee facepalmed. "Uh, isn't that basically that crackpot reptilian government theory except with snakes?"

"Oh please Peedee, thats just what they want us to think. We can't seem to find a single trace, a single footprint of this shadow government. And you know WHHHY?"

"They don't exist?" Peedee said, hoping that Ronaldo would drop it.

"NO, BECAUSE SNAKES DON'T HAVE FEET TO MAKE FOOTPRINTS! IT'S ALL PART OF THE GRAND SNERSON CONSPIRACY!" Ronaldo screamed as he danced around the room. "But you know what Snakes DO leave? HOLES! Thus, proving, that the holes in the cliffside are none other then sneople transit tunnels, being used to lay the wiretaps they spy on us with!" Peedee frowned harder. "I'm pretty sure legless lizards are a thing."

Ronaldo glanced back with smug in his eyes, "Psssh, that can't be right. Sounds fake to me. Anyway, TODAY ON KBCW, we have an interview with a child from Michigan, who has contacted me several dozen times, claiming his neighbor is an alien. Could this be connected to the snerson epicidemic? STAY TUNED!" Ronaldo shouted into the camera with glee.

"Ugh" Peedee sighed to himself, his hand on his head. Sometimes Ronaldo was hard to deal with.

With this revelation, Gilbert's entire focus had shifted, from simply finding out the nature of the statue to figuring out what the hell was being covered up.

Toxic Waste? Cults? Mine? Jeez this is turning into a full out conspiracy right before my eyes. Hmm, wonder how much I'd get if I sold this story to the news?

Gilbert quickly dismissed the thought. Whatever was going on, the government was clearly hiding something. He HAD to find out.

"Why? What could be there that's so important to them...or so dangerous...hmm." With a thought in his mind, Gilbert pulled his computer over, and searched for "Beach City Conspiracy" The first result was a tumblr blog, by the name of "Keep Beach City Weird" and he appeared to be a local.

"Well now, let's see what we got here. Look out Uncle Sam, Gilbert's coming."

"Thank you for your time Dib." Ronaldo stated proudly as he shut off his Skype. "Well, It's clear the sneople conspiracy is nation...no...PLANET WIDE! But how can we stop them? Join me on the next KBSW video blog, next week!"

"Whew." Peedee wiped his brow, setting the camera down.

"Thanks Peedee, I needed a camera man to help me document the truth to the people of-"

YOU'VE GOT MAIL.

The popup caught Ronaldos attention. Switching to his mailbox, a message marked "URGENT CONSPIRACY" appeared at the top of his inbox.

Opening it, the message read, "Dear Ronaldo. I am a citizen of a nearby state. I cannot provide my name. I would like to interview you about your work. Do so with much haste. It is of great urgency."

Ronaldo smiled. "Finally, the truth shall be revealed!"

Yeah, it will.

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