Boi Page #2

(An embarrassed PLANKTON)

Plankton:

Meh.

(A crowd Krusty Krab before zooming to an empty Chum Bucket)

Burger Beard:

(V.O.) Plankton owned a restaurant right across the street from The Krusty Krab, where no one ate

(A disgusting chum pstty before Plankton appears from behind)

Burger Beard:

(V.O.) because the food was really bad.

Plankton:

Now, is that really necessary?

(The patty deflates a little)

(Plankton was wearing spy gear and tries to steal the formula)

BURGER BEARD:

Plankton had made it his life's work to steal the recipe.

(Plankton was holding on to the handle of a safe while SpongeBob tried to vacuum him off it)

Plankton:

(WHIMPERS) SpongeBob, please, let's talk about this!

(SpongeBob blows the vacuum thereafter)

Burger Beard:

(V.O.) And SpongeBob was always there to protect it. But today, things would be different.

(EXT. THE KRUSTY KRAB — DAY. High above Bikini Bottom, a bomber plane flew toward the Krusty Krab. Behind the restaurant, SpongeBob tossed a bag into the trash bin just as his best friend, Patrick, walked up)

Patrick:

Good morning, SpongeBob!

SpongeBob:

Morning, Patrick! You here for your pre-lunch Krabby Patty?

Patrick:

I'm getting two today. One for me and one for my friend.

SpongeBob:

Oh. Have I met this friend?

(Patrick used both hands to squish his belly to look like a big mouth. He moved his hands to make the "mouth" talk)

Patrick:

"You know me, SpongeBob."

(The two pals laughed)

SpongeBob:

Enjoy, Patrick's tummy.

(Up above the Krusty Krab, the bomber plane dropped a huge jar of tartar sauce. As the gigantic jar fell, it made a whistling sound)

(Meanwhile, in front of the Krusty Krab, the owner, MR. KRABS, was happily counting the customers who were lining up to spend their money. He was too busy counting to notice the whistle of the falling jar)

Krabs:

Thirteen, fourteen, fifteen...

(SpongeBob went over to his boss)

SpongeBob:

Hey, Mr. Krabs, I thought we got our tartar sauce delivery on Thursday.

(Mr. Krabs stopped counting)

Krabs:

(puzzled) Tartar...

(SPLAT! The giant jar hit the ground and exploded, covering everyone and everything with tartar sauce!)

Krabs:

Sauce?

(Tartar sauce dripped off his nose and claws)

(Overheard, the pilot of the bomber plane circled around to see the damage he had done. Mr. Krabs and SpongeBob heard a familiar voice yell:)

PLANKTON:

Bull's-eye! (LAUGHING)

(The plane flew off)

SpongeBob:

Plankton!

(He recognized the evil laugh right away)

Krabs:

So it's a food fight he wants, eh?

(Plankton piloted his bomber plane toward the Krusty Krab for another attack)

Plankton:

Welcome to Air Plankton. Please put your seat backs and tray tables up as we're now approaching our final destination.

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