Chapter 2
"Oh my gosh!" SpongeBob said, looking around the place. He went to his friend. "Evil laughter, super sharp pointy rocks, a huge electric fence surrounding the area, a hot lava pit, an electric eel pool, signs that say "Keep out Good Cartoons or we'll eliminate you". Patrick do you know where we are?!"
"Chuckie Cheeses?" Patrick guessed. "Barney's secret playground? Blue's room, Elmo's World?"
"We made it Pat!" SpongeBob shouted. "We made it to our destination!"
"Ronald McDonald's House?"
"No! We made it to the Villain's Lair!"
"Yay!" Then the two boys held hands as they danced around and chanted.
"WE MADE IT TO THE VILLIAN'S LAIR, WE MADE IT TO THE VILLIAN'S LAIR, WE MADE IT TO THE VILLIAN'S LAIR, YAY!" The boys hugged each other as Squidward crawled on the scene. He looked exhausted! He then collapsed. SpongeBob and Patrick stopped dancing and looked at Squidward.
"Whoa, Squidward what happened to you?" SpongeBob asked. "You don't look so good, you look beat up. What happened?"
"Long story." Squidward managed to answer then stood up. He dusted himself off, and then looked around. "W-where are we?"
"Glad you asked." SpongeBob told Squidward. "We're at the Villain's Lair!"
"Wait, Villain's Lair, what?!"
"Well, the script to this parody said we're supposed to go here, so here we are! Pretty swell place huh?"
"This is what I dreapt how Chuckie's front yard will be like!" Patrick added "I can't wait to go inside!" Squidward looked at his watch, and then started pushing the boys home.
"Oh look at the time!" He said. "Well we must be going, come on!"
"Uh Squidward, why are we leaving?" SpongeBob wanted to know. "It's only half past noon."
"Uh, aren't you guys late for your female choir concert?"
"Oh, that isn't till Monday."
"Well, practice makes perfect; come on!" Then the three heard the same evil laughhters again. They tried to find where the laughs were coning from.
"Look!" SpongeBob pointed at Grounder, Escargoon, and Dr. Doofenschirz as they were coming towards them. "Bad guys."
"Oh great!" Sighed a sarcastic Squidward. "Just when things could get worse, it did. Will this nightmare ever end?"
"Well, well, well look at who we have here." Grounder observed.
"Some nosy no good trespassers." Escargooon added.
"Who should leave right now." Dr. Doofenschmirz said. "You know we can take them to court if they refuse to leave our property."
"You can't do that." SpongeBob said. "For I am future king of Cartoon World."
"Oh in that case." Grounder said then bowed to the prince. "Oh mighty future king of Cartoon World. I welcome you with great pressure your royalty."
"Why thank you." SpongeBob said with pride. "You're too kind."
"Uh. You do know that you're bowing on a pointy rock right?" Dr. D asked. Grounder looked at where he was pointing to; indeed his chest was resting on a pointy rock.
"Oh." Grounder realized. Then "OWWWWWWWW!" he sprang into the air.
"Stupid idiot robot." Escargoon said. "He's dumber then my majesty."
"I know!" Dr. D agreed. "I'm so glad Norm is so much smarter."
"Anyways." Escargoon told the trespassers. "You freaks get out or we're taking you in!"
"In where?" Patrick wanted to know. "Valley Fair? Mickey's Clubhouse? Pancake World? Disney World where dreams come true?"
"No! Leave or we're take you to juvenile jail!"
"Oh. Chuckie Cheeses would've been more fun. But okay!"
"You can't take us in!" SpongeBob told them. "We're simply too innocent and cute to go, and I'm the future king! Therefore I can do whatever I want when I want."
"Boy, what a spoiled little brat." Dr. D groaned. "If he thinks this country is that free."
"Well, we love to hang around and chat." Squidward told the villains. "But unfortunately, we got to go!" All three good guys started to leave when the bud guys stopped them in their tracks.
"Really?" Escargoon asked. "So soon? Where are you all headed in such a hurry?"
"Uh..." Squidward thought a minute. "We all got a wedding to attend."
"Oh yeah!" Grounder challenged. "And who's getting married?"
"Uh… Charlie Brown and Peppermint Patty."
"Oh, okay. Have fun!" Grounder waved to them as they dashed away. Escargoon bonked the robot on the head. Grounder rubbed his head and looked at the snail.
"Ow! What was that for?"
"Idiot!" Escargoon said. "Can't you tell that they were fibbing? They were only tricking you as they make their escape. Get them!" The villains chased the good guys into the lair.
"Uh oh!" SpongeBob said when they reached a dead end. "Dead end. How are we going to escape now?"
"You know SpongeBob." Patrick said. "I really wish we were at Waffle World right now" The villains then approached.
"Ha, ha, ha!" Escargoon laughed. "Trapped like rats."
"Oh no." SpongeBob told the snail. "We can't be trapped as rats. You see, I'm a sponge, Pat's a sea star, and Squid's a…"
"OH IT WAS JUST A FIGURE OF SPPECH!"
"Fine, so it was. But I'm the future king so what I say goes. And I say will you please let us out?!"
"And I say no!"
"And I say let my son, his friend, and my servant go!" Came a familiar voice. The villains became shock.
"Dr. D, was that you?" Grounder asked.
"No." Dr. D shook his head. "Was it you Grounder?"
"No, I don't think so. Was it you Escargoon?"
"No. It wasn't me you dingbot!"
"Hmmm, I know it wasn't Perry, since he can't talk, so who was it?"
"It was me you silly villains." They looked as Harold attacked them and pinned them all down to the ground.
"Hey no fair!" Dr. D complained. "You're stealing Perry's job. You know, he won't like you for this."
"SILENCE!" Harold yelled. The villains grew silent immediately.
"If you three come near my son again…"
"That was your son?" Escargooon fibbed. "We didn't know. We thought he was just a kid with his friends on our property. Did you know Dr. D?" Dr. D shook his head. He looked at Grounder/ "Did you know he was his son Grounder?"
"Uh, I think so." Grounder admitted. Harold pinned them down tighter. They all gave goofy grins.
"Ha, ha, kids!" Dr. D laughed guiltily. "Always getting into all sorts of mischief. Well as they say in Germany, Ciao!" Then the three left the cave like bullets. SpongeBob, knowing he was in for it came beside his dad.
"Dad." He started. "I'm so sorry."
"We're talk about this at home son!" Harold told his son. "Come on." All of them started walking.
"Guess we're not getting donuts huh?" Patrick asked. His friend didn't speak.
Plankton was watching in the back, and he was not pleased of what just happened.
"Squidward!" Harold called when they were near home. Squidward by his side.
"Yes?" He asked.
"Take Patrick home. I got to teach my son a valuable lesson." Squidward obeyed, and went by SpongeBob and Pat.
"Pat." He told the starfish. "We got to go, come on."
"Okay!" Patrick went with Squidward. "Save a doughnut for me SpongeBob!" SpongeBob sadly watched them depart.
"SpongeBob!" Harold called. SpongeBob slowly went to his dad. Squidward was right; he wasn't fit to be king like his dad.
"SpongeBob." Harold said once he sensed his son by his side, He looked at him. "I'm deeply disappointed in you."
"I know."
"You had me worried sick, what's worse, you put Patrick in danger."
"I was just going by the script."
"Oh you do what the script says, but not you ol' man?"
"And I was trying to also be brave like you."
"SpongeBob, bravery doesn't mean looking for mischief."
"It doesn't?" Harold shook his head.
"No. I am only brave when I have to be."
"Oh. Dad, I'm sorry. Were you scared?"
"Yes. I was scared I might lose you."
"Oh I guess kings get scared too." Harold nodded. "I bet those three clowns were even scareder!" Harold laughed.
"Because no one messes with the king!" He than gave his son a noogie. SpongeBob escapes, then the two playfully chased each other.
"Escargoon, Grounder, Dr. Doofenschmirtz!" Plankton called. "We need to talk!" The three approached.
"If this is about the broken marble stature of you." Grounder said. Then I'm sorry. It's just that we were chasing those trespassers and…"
"You broke my stature?" Commanded Plankton.
"Well, yes but…" Plankton sighed.
"We'll discuss it later. Anyways I called you here if you know how I can be king, any ideas?" Dr. D spoke up.
"But what about King Dedede or Bowser as king? They seem pretty commanding about it."
"I WILL BE KING AND THAT'S FINAL!!!" Dr. D looked scared.
"Okay okay, you can be king. Sheech, don't need to be commanding about it."
"I know!" Grounder piped up. "How about a contest against you and Mr. Squarepants. Who ever catches the blue hedgehog first gets to be king!" Escargoon bonked Grounder on the head.
"That's a stupid idea! You only suggested it for your needs, not Plankton's!" Then he looks at Plankton. "Sorry. The only thing I can think of for you being king is for you to kill Harold and SpongeBob. But let's face it, that's never going to…"
"Exactly!" The three looked up questionly. "I'll kill them both, and then I'll take the throne!" He laughed. "So diabolical, I like it!"
"But sir." Grounder said. "Isn't murdering illegal and a sin?"
"It is to good guys. But not to us villains, we don't care about the law. We can do whatever we want."
"Ohhhhhh." Then the four all laughed evilly.
"Now, swing on this hook until your father gets back with your surprise." Plankton told the little sponge. In front of them was a hook from a fishing rod.
"I wonder what the surprise is." SpongeBob said. "Maybe it's a Mermaid man action figure, a new bike, or even my very own boat to drive. Whatever it is, it'll be awesome!" Plankton laughed.
"It'll be awesome all right" Then he muttered to himself. "When I'll take the throne of course." He laughed evilly to himself and started to leave.
"Hey Plankton!" SpongeBob said. "I bet I'll love the surprise whatever it is, won't I?"
"SpongeBob, the surprise is to die for."
"I hope it's not about real death that would be a very sad tragedy."
"Uh yeah. SpongeBob, remember to swing on that hook."
"Oh yeah. Sorry, I almost forgot." So SpongeBob played on the hook as Plankton left.
"Woo hooo!" SpongeBob cried as he swung on the hook. "Look at me; I'm Tarzan Sponge, yippeeeeee!!!!!!" He laughed until he felt a sudden jerk.
"Hmmm, that's odd." SpongeBob said to himself. "I wonder what's happening. Whoa!" Then the hook shook. The Sponge hung on for deal life.
"HEELLLLLPPPPPPPP!" He screamed.
"I wonder what that's yelling." Harold said. He and Squidward were walking nearby. "It sounds like… SPONGEBOB!!!" Harold and Squidward faced the horrid sight of the young sponge.
"I'll get help!" Squidward told Mr. Squarepants. He then ran for help as Harold raced towards his son.
"Dad, help me!" SpongeBob cried. "I'm slipping!"
"I'm coming son!" Harold ran towards the hook. "Hold on!" SpongeBob closed his eyes, waiting for the end.
When Harold was close, Plankton put out his tiny leg and tripped him!
"Oops!" Plankton faked. "My bad!" Harold screamed as he fell and bumped his head hard on the metal. He went to the ground, his eyes closed, lying still without a sign of breathing. Plankton hid behind the bush again. The hook stopped shaking, and SpongeBob slowly got off.
"Phew!" He wiped his brow. "Glad that's over. Look dad, I'm safe, I'm saf…" he screamed when he saw the freighting sight of his father, laying there motionless.
"Uh.. dad?" The sponge tried to push his dad back up. "Come on, I'm safe; time to go home." He then tried pulling. Come on dad. Dad?" he put his hands on his fathers chest, no breathing. The sponge then gasped. "Oh no!" He withdrew his hands as tears came to his eyes.
"Oh dad, why does it have to be this way? Why? You were such a great father, but why?" He then broke out crying. Plankton then approached the sobbing sponge.
"SpongeBob what have you done?" Plankton said. SpongeBob looked at him, still teary eyed. "You wanted to be king so fast, that you killed your own father?"
"I-I don't know what happened." SpongeBob confessed. "I didn't know I committed the murder but okay. I was just doing what you sad to do. I played on the hook, it jerked, my dad came to rescue me, and the next thing I knew is… he's dead. Oh what have I done?"
"What would your mom think?"
"You're right. There's no way I can live this down. What do you think I should do?"
"Run away SpongeBob; run away and never return." Little SpongeBob then took of running. Not once did he look back.