Chapter 4: Planktopolis 2

"What's happening here?" I asked Ducthie when we landed. I looked around, everybody was there working hard.

"Everybody is being force to work by an evil tiny dictator."

"Who's the evil tiny dictator?" I asked.

"Isn't it obvious?"

"Can you give me a hint?"

"It begins with a P"

"Patrick can't be it, he is too nice and my best friend."

"It's not Patrick."

"Lets see, Pearl's the opposite of tiny, if she was a dictator she would probably have tea with the entire city."

"One more guess." I was thinking hard, and then I snapped my fingers with an idea.

"I got it! Is it a tiny electrical mouse named Pichu?"

"Who's Pichu?"

"I have no clue." I shrugged.

"No, the evil dictator is Sheldon J. Plankton."

"Sheldon J. Plankton?" I gasped.

"Yes, Sheldon J. Plankton?"

"Why? What about trying to steal the krabby Patty, instead of ruling this wonderful realm?"

"He already stole the secret formula."

"He did? How?"

"He tangled up Mr. Krabs and Squidward and stole it."

How?"

He tied them up in Dental floss."

"Why Dental floss?"

"His mother is always complaining to him to floss his teeth, and that was the only useful thing he had in his "secret Compartment."

"Are you trying to say that if I wasn't born, none of this wouldn't have happen?

"Precisely."

"Oh Tarter Sauce! I wished I never said what I said."

"Look over there SpongeBob." He pointed. I looked where he was pointing to and gasped. Patrick, Squidward, Mr. Krabs, and Gary were waiting for Plankton's next commended. Plankton was in a giant robot.

"What do you wish your tiniest?" Mr. Krabs asked.

"Don't call me Tiny?" he shouted, hurting Mr. Krabs with a whip.

"I sorry, I meant your highness." He shouted in pain.

"Good. Now I want all off you to… Hey Pinky, stop sleeping! He whipped Patrick, who was sleeping in shape.

"Yes Sir!" He saluted

"I want all of you to make my stature bigger." He said, after looking at his structure."

"But you structure is big enough already." Mr. Krabs replied.

"GET MOVING!!!"

"Right away your highness." Mr. Krabs said and scurried off. Patrick went off in the same direction.

"Can I practice my clarinet like you promised?" Squidward asked.

"Maybe, if you do a good job, now MOVE!

"Yes sir!" Squidward saluted then went as far as his tentacles could carry him.

"And You." He looked at Gary. "You are so slow. You need a move on now!"

"Meow. Meow. Meow." Gary meowed.

"I don't care that going slow is part of a snail's nature. You need to improve your speed, OR ELSE!"

"NOW MOVE IT!" Gary stuck out his tongue at Plankton.

"Listen up pipsqwak." Plankton sounded mad now. "Move it or you can play another round of snail ball with flats with super sharp spikes surrounding the field, and an electric net!" Gary shiver and began slowly go to his destination.

"Fine! I'll help you move faster." Plankton controlled the giant robot to kick Gary!

"Meoooooooow!" Gary hollered.

"Finally Karen, we got the respect we deserved.

"You mean the respect YOU deserve." Karen said.

"I know I already said this four years ago, NOTHING CAN STOP ME NOW!" And with that, both Plankton and his computer laughed an evil storm.

"I can't believe Plankton would be so mean to Gary like that!" I said. "I mean, did you see that he kicked Gary! Not tossed, not volleyballed, but kicked! I mean he is acting like a big brat like those boys with the fire salamander and the fire monkey."

"Ok seriously, Where are you coming up with those ideas? The fire monkey?" Ducthie asked.

"Seriously." I told him. "I have no clue, Mermaid Man and Barnacle boy weren't on, so I watched these crazy cartoons instead.

"Hmm. I sometimes watch those crazy cartoons too. It was crazy like Peal's sweet 16th birthday last year." Ducthie said.

Now come on! I can't watch this any longer. I want to go home!

"I'm sorry, but you need to prove yourselves worthy first. "Ducthie replayed.

"What do you mean?" I said crouching on my knees, and bagging to be home. He didn't say anything.

"Come on Ducthie" I was determinened to get home I want to go home! I was crying now. Duchy still didn't answer.

"I want go home! I WANT TO GO HOME! I WANT TO GO HOME!" all this time, I was pounding on his transparent chest.

"I WANT TO GO HOME! Please! I said with a tear.

Then suddenly, I landed on something soft. I looked up. Ducthie was nowhere in sight. I looked around; I saw my bed, my blow horn alarm, and Gary's food bowl and some old newspapers. I went to the kitchen. I saw my refrigerator, my sink, and my soapy ditches. I went down stars. I saw my sofa, my fish head hanging on the chilling, and my front door.

I looked at myself to make sure I wasn't dreaming. Nope, No dream reality!

I knew one thing as I went outside to breathe the mourning air. I was home!