Squeaky Boots: A parody of Squeaky Boots from SpongeBob SquarePants with Total Drama characters.

Disclaimer for the series: Some (though far from all) chapters will contain moments of nudity or underwear due to the canon SpongeBob episodes' plots and gags, though it won't be anything that wouldn't happen in TD or SpongeBob. Credits to another user on FF for letting us use their idea, and another for their cast idea who wishes to remain anonymous. Some episodes may also take massive strays from canon in order for things to work. Feel free to leave a review, follow, or favorite if you enjoy it!

Chris was digging through a closet, looking through his old belongings out of sheer boredom. "Junk, junk." He dismissed, throwing out a coconut with some facial markings, and an old bag full of what looked like peanuts. "Hey." He smiled, looking at a miniature statuette of himself, before he smelt something foul. "I forgot these were supposed to be chocolates." He then tossed it aside, and found a pair of boots at the bottom of his closet.

"I haven't worn these since when I was a lad in Newfoundland. Ah, fishing trips." He reminisced for a moment before his expression turned to a frown. "So boring!"

He then paused. "Wonder if they…" The very next moment, he was wobbling around with the old boots. As he walked, they made an irritating squeaking noise. He shuddered and quickly kicked them off.

"That's it, time to pawn these off, but to who?" Chris thought for a moment, before his face lit up.

We then cut to Ella blending and Dave cleaning some dishes. "Morning, smoothie crew!" Chris greeted. "Please report to my office. I've come to make an announcement."

"What's up with him?" Dave asked in concern.

"He most likely wants a task done for him. Oh, it might be important. I'll go see him." Ella added.

"Knock yourself out."

The princess went into her boss's office with Dave not following her. The aforementioned boots were on his desk.

"Ella! I knew I could count on you to show up." Chris addressed.

"Um, my apologies, but-" The singer tilted her head around the shoes as she spoke. "-I cannot see you because the boots are in the way."

"Tell me about it." The man deadpanned as he shoved the footwear aside so Ella could make eye contact. "You want a pair of boots? They're special ones!"

That got Ella's attention. "Oh, wow! Special in what way though?"

"They, uh, well… they…" As Chris stammered, he knocked over the boots, making them squeak once more as they toppled onto the desk. It also made the songbird giggle. "They squeak when you walk!"

"That does sound quite special! Is there anything you would like for them?"

"Nah, you can just take them off my hands." Under his breath, he muttered "please."

"Oh, why thank you! I likely won't wear them outside of the kitchen because they may be irritating to others, but thank you!"

"Yeah, yeah, whatever, anything for my best employees."

After that, the princess took her new boots to the kitchen and put them on over her loafers.

The scene cut to Dave drying a dish, who smiled until hearing the sound of squeaking and giggling from another part of the kitchen. "Is… everything okay over there?"

"Oh, yes, my apologies. I'll attempt to keep the laughter down a titch. Christopher gave me a pair of boots that make quite a humorous squeaking sound."

"Yeah. Just… as long as you keep making orders when I give them to you." The neat freak requested as he left to man the register. He sighed. "That squeaking is gonna drive me crazy, isn't it?"

"Surprised the singing didn't get to you first." Chris remarked.

All through the day, Ella was wearing the old fishing boots. All during her break, she'd go outside and mess about with them, constantly giggling when they made that ever so endearing squeak.

"I'm like a little mouse, right?" She asked. "Oh these boots are so delightful, thank you mister McLean!" She exclaimed, even though he couldn't hear her.

Later that night, Chris was trying to sleep in bed, glad to finally be free from the noise. In his mind, he was sitting on a chair in his living room and counting jumping statues that looked like him in a similar fashion to counting sheep. He suddenly saw the boots he gave Ella jump across the floor and heard an accompanying squeak, awakening him.

"Huh?!" He questioned before seeing there was nothing wrong. He returned to his counting until the boots appeared once again, and the squeaking did not stop even after he opened his eyes once more. Looking up, he saw the window across his room squeaking as the wind blew it almost shut, only for it to open right back up with another gust over and over again. He shrugged, tried to ignore it, and laid back down. However, he just couldn't ignore it, no matter how hard he tried.

"Fiiine!" Chris complained in a whiny voice as he got up to shut the window.

He kept trying everything to shut the window, pressing it as hard as he could, but it always made a horrid squeak. He winded up as he intentionally opened it and slammed it, finally making it shut. He smirked until it opened back up. The man then gave the window a dirty look, which made it close back up on its own.

For good measure, he put a chair in front of it to stop the incessant noise. Chris then resumed his counting, but even though there was no source, the noise still played in his mind.

"Ugh, those boots are creasing me." He then went outside for a moment, wiping his forehead. "Something's gotta be done about them."

It was now night, and Ella was sound asleep, hugging her penguin plush pal Edgar. Right in the middle of her slippers, loafers, and dance shoes were the squeaky boots that Chris had given her.

Careful not to wake his employee or the cat peacefully sleeping on top of her, Chris quickly took the boots and ran back outside. He ran far away and then tossed the boots off into the distance, hearing three last squeaks from each boot as they bounced away. He sighed in relief. "That's enough of that…"

The next day, Ella was chatting with Noah. "I don't know where they could have gone, but I sure hope those shoes weren't destroyed. I-it is causing me a tad bit of distress to not see them this morning… I do hope nothing got into them. They must have meant the world to Christopher."

Noah rolled his eyes. "The boots that he dumped on you so he didn't have to keep them? Sure, real special. He didn't even ask for anything from you."

"Maybe it was out of the kindness of his heart!"

The bookworm just scoffed as a reply. "Chris having a heart. That'll be the day."

"I suppose I should go apologize to him… I do realize that they may have been quite irritating to hear for some people. I simply hadn't realized due to how much fun I was having with them!" The princess told nobody in particular as she approached her boss's office.

She opened the door, causing it to creak slightly. "Oh, my apologies! I should have knocked."

Chris cringed at the noise. "Ugh!" After recovering, he spoke properly. "Whatever, what do you need?"

"I've come to say sorry for losing your old boots. I don't know where they went. I really hope you aren't mad at me, sir."

Chris simply nodded as she spoke. "Uh, yeah, that's tragic, but these things happen so you're good."

Ella looked puzzled. "Are you certain about this? I could replace them for you if you would like."

"No! I mean, whatever. Now go. We got the daily rush in an hour."

"Oh, um, okay then, Mr. McLean." Ella then walked out. Chris sighed, glad that this could finally be behind him.

He looked into the kitchen and saw the songbird with the same bewildered look. "Eh, weird kid." He dismissed and walked out, but a customer tapped him on the shoulder.

"I didn't do anythi- Oh, uh, can I help you?"

"Yeah, I'll have a-" The patron just squeaked as he replied.

Chris blinked. "Huh?"

"I said I'll take a-" Even more squeaking.

Right as he was about to question it again, Ella popped her head through the window. "No worries! I heard him. He said he wants a-" Even her voice was just reduced to pure squeaking.

"Wha?!"

"And a-" Three more squeaks came from the customer's mouth.

In Chris's mind, each and every noise, whether it came from another person or not, sounded just like a squeak. Every word on the menu was replaced with the word "squeak," including the prices. "I didn't write that!"

The squeaking he thought he heard from the patron from earlier played in his mind once more. Again, only in Chris's thoughts, he saw Ella prancing around with the boots in the kitchen through his office window.

"Why can't any of you hear that incessant noise?!" He snapped, making several customers give him odd glances.

"It's right under your very own noses!" He yelled, taking some empty smoothies and throwing them at the windows. "Look, it was me! I stole them!"

Ella went up to the raving man. "Stole what?"

"THOSE HORRIBLE BOOTS!"

Ella flinched, but didn't reply.

"They're out in the woods somewhere! They need to be disposed of!"

Chris then dashed right out the building, scrambled through a field, and dug up the old boots, and ran back.

"Christopher, wait! This isn't very practical!"

"I can't let them exist!"

He blended the boots. "Finally. It's over."

"But why Chris? Why did you take them?"

"Because clearly this wasn't your thing to handle. Now look, I'm gonna take a vacation. You just tidy up, okay?"

He walked out of there.