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(Up on the roof of the Krusty Krab, a giant antiaircraft gun rose into position. SpongeBob and Patrick, wearing their battle helmets, worked the gun)

SpongeBob:

Okay, Patrick, load the potatoes!

(Patrick held up a plate full of steaming potatoes)

Patrick:

Mashed or scalloped, sir?

SpongeBob:

No, Patrick. Raw.

Patrick:

Sir, yes, sir!

(He dropped the plate of cooked potatoes, picking up a bag of raw potatoes, and poured them into the antiaircraft gun)

Patrick:

Locked and loaded!

(INT. OFFICE, THE KRUSTY KRAB — DAY. Mr. Krabs opened his safe and placed the Krabby Patty secret formula inside)

Krabs:

Don't worry, little formuler, you'll be safe in this, uh, safe.

(He slammed the door closed, twirled the dial, and grabbed a microphone)

Krabs:

Fire!

(EXT. THE KRUSTY KRAB — DAY. On the roof, SpongeBob pulled the trigger. BLAM! BLAM! BLAM! BLAM! BLAM! The antiaircraft gun fired whole potatoes at Plankton's fighter plane)

Plankton:

Potatoes?

(He saw them coming straight at him. He pulled the stick to the right, swerving the plane out of the way, and headed toward the Krusty Krab)

SpongeBob:

He's closing in!

(Patrick peered through a pair of binoculars...which he was holding backward)

Patrick:

I think we have a few minutes before he gets here.

(SpongeBob reached up and flipped the binoculars around)

Patrick:

(GASPS) He's right on top of us!

(SpongeBob kept firing the big gun, but the propellers of Plankton's plane shredded the potatoes into French fries, sending them flying down towards SANDALS)

Sandals:

Hey, it's raining fries!

Plankton:

It's gonna take a lot more than potatoes to bring this baby down.

(But just then, the potatoes knocked the wings off his plane)

Plankton:

Or maybe not.

(The plane plummeted to the ground and crashed WHAM!)

(SpongeBob and Patrick celebrated on the roof with a victory dance)

Patrick:

Whoo!

(Then SpongeBob spotted something floating gently through the sky: a parachute)

SpongeBob:

Wait a minute, Patrick, look! He's got a tank!

(Dangling from the parachute was tank)

(INT. TANK — DAY. Plankton loaded a pickle as ammunition and manned the controls)

Plankton:

Well, Krabs, you're certainly in a pickle now! (LAUGHS EVILLY)

(The tank shot the pickle at the Krusty Krab. It hit the restaurant and exploded, blowing SpongeBob and Patrick off the roof. They screamed as they fell and hit the ground)

Sandals:

Hey, it's raining pickles! (LAUGHS) Now it's raining...

(The tank lands on Sandals)

Sandals:

Tanks.

Plankton:

You're welcome!

(The tank drives away)

(SpongeBob and Patrick stood up, breathing hard)

Patrick:

Finland.

(They saw the tank rolling closer)

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