(At night, the quartet is still traversing the Soluna Desert)
Timmy: geez, it's freezing! When's the sun gonna rise?
SpongeBob: are you bonkers? Did you forget the sun's our countdown clock to doomsday?
Timmy: oh, right! And we're on a wild goose chase for the Ashet fragments to save the world. How could I forget? My bad!
Truman: hey, cut out the clowning around! We need to be serious here!
SpongeBob: oh, righto!
(SpongeBob puts on a serious look on his face)
Truman: and don't forget, this desert's an optical illusion of danger. One wrong step on those slippery sand dunes, and you'll be eating grit for days!
Danny: Truman's got a point. The Soluna Desert may look like a sparkly blue disco floor at night, but surely it is a minefield of peril! Keep your peepers open!
SpongeBob: (still serious) got it.
(As the quartet traverses the nighttime desert, the wind begins to pick up)
SpongeBob: whoa! This wind is no joke.
(A sudden sandstorm kicks up and sends three of the Nicktoons sliding down a desert dune)
SpongeBob: WOOOOOOOOOAH!
Danny: WHOA! WOOAH!
Timmy: AAAAAAH!
Truman: hey, didn't I warn you about those treacherous dunes?!
(The storm attempts to blow Truman down next, but he gets out his jet pack just in time)
Truman: running in this crazy wind and these slippery slopes? No, thanks! Time to take the express route - up, up, and away!
(Truman flies after the troubled Nicktoons through the sandstorm and tumbleweeds)
Truman: oh fantastic, i've completely lost them! The darkness and this sandstorm are driving me nuts! It's like trying to find a needle in a haystack... in the middle of a tornado!
SpongeBob: WOOHOOOOOOO!
Danny: WHOA! WOOOOAH!
Timmy: AAAAAAH!
(The dust clears up a little to reveal they're headed for a giant sand hole)
Truman: wait, I've got them in my sights again... but oh no, they're careening straight into that gargantuan sand hole!
SpongeBob, Timmy, and Danny: AAAAAAH!
(Truman flies straight down at the troubled Nicktoons and starts to grab them one by one, despite his small size, and drops them off to safety. The sandstorm blows away soon after, and Truman breathes a sigh of relief)
SpongeBob: (while dusting himself off) woah… what was that back there?!
Truman: that was a sandstorm. It can get very windy in the Soluna Desert, making it prone to such storms and more challenging to navigate.
SpongeBob: oooooh.
Truman: please be more cautious next time; you guys were so close to falling into that sand hole!
Danny: well, thanks for the rescue, Truman! You deserve a medal!
Truman: HEY! Hold the confetti! I'm a super-spy, not your friendly neighborhood teddy bear!
(Everyone pauses for a moment)
Truman: uhhh… anyway, let's hustle. Losing that Ashet fragment would really sand-blast our plans.
(The quartet walks across the desert again. SpongeBob looks up at the half moon in the sky for a moment before continuing. Meanwhile, at the Bikini Bottom bunkers)
Bikini Bottomites: (muttering and chattering)
Mr. Krabs: listen up, me treasures! We ain't got a clue how long this pickle of a disaster will last, so better keep those fins and tails safely tucked inside the bunker. And hey, why not chow down on some Krabby Patties while you're at it?
Sandy: Mr. Krabs, take a breather and let the squirrel handle this.
Mr. Krabs: oh, okay me matey.
Sandy: HEY EVERYBODY!
Bikini Bottomites: ( still muttering and chattering)
Sandy: (sighs)
(Sandy tucks one of her arms into her suit and whistles, silencing everyone)
Sandy: much obliged, y'all.
Fish: what's with the red alert, buddy? We were right in the middle of our latest goof-ups—
Sandy: chill, it's for a good cause. This'll be quicker than a seahorse gallop, I swear.
(Dramatic pause)
Sandy: the entire galaxy is on the brink of annihilation.
(Everyone inside the bunker gasps)
Fish: the galaxy?! Dude, I thought we were just dealing with Bikini Bottom's drama!
Sandy: alright gang, before you start another hullabaloo, let me break it down for you. You're all clued in about the latest shenanigans happening in Bikini Bottom, right? We've had more red ocean sights than a tomato festival gone wild, and on top of that, we've been hit with earthquakes and underwater volcano eruptions like someone's shaking up a soda can at a party. After crunching numbers and staring at charts all week, we've figured out that something funny with the sun is causing these tremors and lava fiestas. Now, we don't know exactly what's going on, but it seems like the sun is having its power sucked out. It's not just Bikini Bottom that's feeling the heat; other universes are shaking in their boots too. Disasters are cranking up the volume and frequency, and we can't just sit here like starfish on a rock.
(Amongst the crowd, Patrick Star is just about to eat his Krabby Patty)
Patrick: what?!
Fish: our sun's going on an energy diet and might just poof the whole galaxy?!
Bikini Bottomites: WHAAAAAAAAAT?!
(Everyone starts to chatter again)
Sandy: hey, y'all! Hold your seahorses, this squirrel ain't done yet! Pipe down and listen up!
(Everyone stops and turns to Sandy)
Sandy: sure, we've got a cosmic pickle dangling over us, but we're tough cookies! We'll figure this out!
Fish: h-h-how's that even possible?!
Sandy: like I said, we don't have all the answers about the sun's hissy fit. YET. But we will... somehow. By the way, where on Neptune's blue ocean is SpongeBob when you need him?!
(The scene dissolves back to SpongeBob, Timmy, and Danny sleeping behind a sand dune as the sun rises over Soluna Desert. Suddenly, Truman arrives and stomps his foot, waking the trio up)
Truman: WAKE UP!
SpongeBob: aw man, I was just dreaming I won the Krabby Patty eating contest!
Timmy: same here, but Cosmo turned into a giant pizza!
Danny: Truman, why'd you have to wake us up?
Truman: thanks to my next-level spy skills, I found the temple with the third Ashet piece!
Timmy: well, aren't you the super-sleuth!
Truman: follow me if you want to see it for yourselves.
Danny: well, why are we lying here like snoozing sand crabs? Let's tail Truman and snag that temple!
SpongeBob: I just hope it's not loaded with booby traps...
(The trio follows Truman in the breezy, sandy landscape. They eventually find the temple)
Truman: here it is!
SpongeBob: wow… it's even prettier than a Krabby Patty with extra pickles!
Truman: indeed. So, are y'all ready for this?
Danny: oh, I was born ready.
Timmy: me too! I think… maybe...
Truman: and you, talking cheese? What's your name again? Ah yes, SpongeBob!
SpongeBob: if you say so… I just hope my 'sponge sense' isn't tingling!
(They follow Truman into the temple. Once they enter it, they are met with a dark room with wall torches on each side. SpongeBob grabs one of the torches)
Danny: alright, spill it. Where's that Ashet piece?
SpongeBob: hmm, maybe it's just chilling at the end of this endless, totally-not-suspiciously-long hallway.
Timmy: more importantly, where's Truman? Don't tell me we lost that pint-sized rascal!
(The trio hears Truman's laugh echo throughout the temple)
Danny: well, mystery solved! Let's go, folks—it's not like he'll politely wait for us to catch up!
(The trio runs through the hallway only to come across a pit of lava with a few stones sticking out)
Timmy: oh, lovely. More lava. Because who doesn't enjoy a sizzling floor that's out to eat you?
SpongeBob: Truman probably rocketed over with his jet pack—little show-off.
Danny: if he can do it, so can I. Behold!
(He goes ghost and casually flies across the lava pit. Once he reaches the other side, he reverts back to his human state)
Danny: alright, Timmy, show us what you've got!
(Timmy is concerned. That's when he saw the rocks sticking out)
Timmy: wait a second… Eureka! Lava rocks—nature's ultimate stepping stones!
(He leaps from rock to rock in a clumsy parkour routine, nearly swan-diving into molten doom once but recovering like a gymnastic squirrel)
SpongeBob: go, Timmy! Go, Timmy! You've got moves hotter than the lava!
(Timmy eventually reaches the other side)
Danny: nice job, Timmy! But, uh, SpongeBob hasn't crossed yet.
Timmy: (hollering) come on, SpongeBob! Just be careful—you've got buns we can't afford to toast!
SpongeBob: okay… if you insist…
(He carefully places his foot on one of the stones)
SpongeBob: phew, nailed it.
(SpongeBob crosses the lava pit as Timmy and Danny watch in awe)
SpongeBob: almost there... just one more—whoopsie-doodles!
(He slips on a rock, causing him to fall)
SpongeBob: AAAAAAH!
(Danny goes ghost and catches SpongeBob on time)
SpongeBob: thanks for the save, Danny! You're like a ghostly guardian angel!
Danny: anytime, SpongeBob. Just don't butter me up too much.
(Danny brings SpongeBob to the other side and turns back into his human state)
Timmy: hey, I see something glowing! We must be almost to the Ashet piece!
Danny: let's follow that glow!
(They continue to run through the temple. They eventually end up in the place where the third Ashet piece is on a pedestal in front of them)
Danny: there's our piece!
SpongeBob: but where's Truman? He's gotta be around here somewhere…
(Suddenly, Truman quickly emerges from the darkness)
Truman: BOO!
SpongeBob, Timmy, and Danny: AAH!
Truman: (laughs hysterically) oh man, you should've seen your faces! Priceless! Anyway, the third Ashet fragment is literally right there. Subtle, I know.
Danny: we get it, Truman. Thanks for the heart attack.
Truman: I know, I know. Go on, grab it—it's yours anyway.
(SpongeBob approaches the pedestal and carefully grabs the Ashet piece)
SpongeBob: boom! Got it!
(Suddenly, the temple starts to crumble and collapse)
SpongeBob: uh, guys? Yeah, this is very NOT good!
Truman: time to skedaddle, people! Move it or lose it!
(Danny goes ghost and grabs SpongeBob and Timmy while Truman gets out his jet pack. They all rush down the hallway, over the lava pit, and make it towards the exit. As they stand there and watch, the temple crumbles up and dissapears)
Truman: good thing we got out, or we'd be pancakes!
(The third Ashet piece starts to glow and draw the bigger fragment from Timmy's pocket towards it. The two then merge once more)
Timmy: only three more pieces, and then it's game on to saveliterallyeverything!
SpongeBob: hey, Truman, where's the next fragment?
Truman: if my memory serves me correctly, the next one is hidden deep within a remote jungle.
Danny: a jungle, you say? Alright, let's head there.
(Another sandstorm blows up, blasting sand into everyone's faces)
SpongeBob: I CAN'T SEEEEEE! I'VE GONE BLIND!
Truman: these sandstorms are becoming way more frequent—probably due to the sun's effects. We need to get out of here now!
(Danny goes ghost and grabs SpongeBob and Timmy yet again while Truman gets out his jet pack once more. They all fly through the storm and out of the Soluna Desert. The dust eventually blows away, bringing back the clear blue sky)
SpongeBob: ahh, the gift of sight has returned. Much better!
Danny: Truman, think you can guide us to that jungle while keeping the drama at a minimum?
Truman: define 'guide.' I might just be winging it, but hey, let's roll with it!
SpongeBob: Whee!
(The four continue to travel through the horizons in search of the next location)