This chapter is full of sunshine and smiles.

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Chapter Four: In Which Things Go Wrong

The mailman arrived at Jimmy's house at 7.30, while he and his family were having breakfast (bread – Jimmy had taken the toaster again.) He was carrying a small box for Jimmy – on top of it was a small notice.

For Mr. Neutron – from a friend.

Intrigued, Jimmy ran to his room (ignoring his half-eaten breakfast) and opened up the box.

He stared in horror at its contents, before picking up his recaller.

"Timmy, Spongebob," he hissed, "Meet me somewhere inconspicuous. I need to show you something, incognito."

"…and by 'incognito', we mean greasy and sweaty, right?" deadpanned Timmy.

The three, plus Cosmo, Wanda and Poof, were gathered in the kitchen at the Krusty Krab. Spongebob was flipping patties as per normal – save for the fact that he was still wearing the cloak. Jimmy was carrying the box in his hands.

"Timmy, this is serious," snapped Jimmy, "The Man in White is onto us."

"So, you still think he's bad?" quizzed Spongebob, handing a tray of food through the window.

"I've got concrete evidence," replied Jimmy, seriously.

"There's concrete in that box?" asked Cosmo, glancing at the box, "Isn't that heavy?"

"I don't know," considered Spongebob, "He seems like such a nice guy…"

"A nice guy who does this?" demanded Jimmy.

He flipped open the lid of the box. Timmy and Spongebob gasped.

A small doll, about twenty centimetres in high, lay in the box, a smile etched onto its face. It had a familiar white hairstyle, a familiar black and white jumpsuit, a familiar symbol on the chest…

"Oh my gosh," breathed Spongebob, "Is that…Danny?"

"Talk about sending him home in a box," shrugged Timmy.

There was a long silence as everyone glared at him.

"What? I'm just trying to shed some light onto this."

The group continued to observe the doll. It had no nose or ears, and when Jimmy squeezed it, he found that it was full of beans rather then felt. It had two green beads for eyes.

Wanda glanced at the eyes for a moment, before shuddering.

"I think he's in there," she gulped, wincing.

Jimmy, Timmy and Spongebob looked at the eyes.

"Yeah," nodded Jimmy, feeling uncomfortable, "It sorta feels like he's…trying to get out, or trying to get us to help him or something."

"Creepy," agreed Timmy, "Real creepy. And you're sure the guy did it?"

"Not a hundred percent, but I'm pretty certain," replied Jimmy, handing him the note.

"It might not have been him," mused Spongebob, "It could've been anyone. We have a lot of enemies, don't we?"

"…and which one could've done this?" demanded Jimmy, hands on his hips.

"…Desiree? Norm?" quizzed Spongebob.

"But Desiree's in the thermos!" snapped Jimmy, "And we haven't seen Norm in months!"

"Maybe Calamitous or Plankton invented something, then," shrugged Spongebob, "We can't just blame this guy…"

"Spongebob!" shouted Jimmy, "Open your eyes! It can't have been anyone…"

"Yes it could have!" thundered Spongebob, right into Jimmy's face.

There was a long silence.

"…sorry, don't know what came over me there," cringed Spongebob, rubbing the back of his head.

He glanced at the clock.

"Hey, whaddaya know, it's time for you guys to go to school, I'll just let you out…" he chuckled, nervously.

"Dude, it's eleven am…on Saturday," reminded Timmy.

"Yeah, well, you never know when they start these days, bye!"

He pushed them out of the kitchen and slammed the door.

Once his friends were gone, he leaned against the door, breathing heavily. He never went off like that, not for so little a reason. Why had he gotten so…

Then it clicked. The cloak.

It had made him more confident. Maybe it'd made him more aggressive as well?

"Probably just a side-affect," shrugged Spongebob, taking it off and hanging it up, "Back to work!"

That night, Spongebob was in his bed, snoring gently. He'd shrugged off any likelihood of the Man in the White Suit being evil – in fact, he was so confident that he'd circled the play's opening on his calender. Gary was asleep next to his bed, and the cloak was hung up on the door.

At least, it was.

All of a sudden, the cloak drifted, landing on Spongebob's head…

Spongebob blinked, confused. He'd been having a great dream (he and Patrick had found a fit full of Krabby Patties, and were swimming in it), but now he was standing on a dark, windswept field.

Two men walked towards each other through the long grass, staring each other down as they halted a few paces away from the middle of the field.

"So," snapped the first man (a cloaked individual, of whom little could be made out), "It's come to this."

"You're still in there," urged the second (a soldier in red), "You're my friend – you can fight it!"

"Of course I'm 'in here'," snarled the cloaked man, "I'm just using these powers to help myself…"

"The man I knew wouldn't knowingly hurt people!" snapped the soldier.

"So says the soldier," sneered the cloaked man.

There was no reply.

"You really are gone, then?" sighed the soldier.

He shook his head.

"Then there's no hope," he decided, "The only way I can free you is through death."

"I shall see you on the battlefield," sneered the cloaked man.

There was what could only be described as a dark flutter and the man vanished.

All of a sudden, Spongebob was standing in a huge courtroom, his hands cuffed before him. He was flanked by two angry-looking soldiers. He looked at, and found a gigantic Mr. Krabs grimacing down at him, dressed as a judge.

"Prosecution calls Daniel Fenton to the stand!" someone bellowed.

Danny walked out of a dark tunnel to the left of the court. Spongebob grinned at him, but Danny returned only a dark scowl. He stood behind a table – Spongebob squinted, noticing Plankton standing on it, dressed as a lawyer.

"Mr. Fenton," he asked, "Can you point out the man who betrayed you?"

Danny snarled, and pointed at Spongebob. Despite them being on opposite sides of the courtroom to each-other, Danny's finger managed to jab Spongebob in the stomach.

"Thank you, Mr. Fenton," nodded Plankton, "Now we're gonna give the defendant a recess, to think about what he's done."

He sneered at Spongebob.

"Looking forward to seeing you in jail, Spongeboob!"

Plankton laughed as the court faded away, and Spongebob found himself falling…

Spongebob awoke with a start.

He sat up straight. It seemed he had fallen out of bed…and out the door, down the stairs, through the living room and out onto the front lawn. This, to be honest, wasn't all that rare when Spongebob had nightmares.

"Well, that was weird," he muttered, sitting up, "Well, better go…"

He paused.

The cloak was lying next to him, fluttering a little in the breeze.

"How did that get there?" quizzed Spongebob.

Meanwhile, Jimmy lay on the ground in his lab, his beaded eyes staring at the roof and a smile etched on his face…

Let's put a smile on that face! [/joker.]