observed, ever hopeful. âGary! Iâm back!â
When they walked into the broken house, they suddenly stopped, shocked by what they saw.
âWhoa,â SpongeBob said.
The house was filled with snails. Big snails. Small snails. Snails of every color and description. And they were all looking respectfully at â¦
Gary. SpongeBobâs pet snail was sitting on a giant throne, surrounded by pillars and huge fire pits.
âOh, hey, Gary!â SpongeBob exclaimed happily.âPlankton and I need you to help us find the Krabby Patty formula and fix Bikini Bottom!â
âMeow!â Gary said.
âWhat do you mean, you donât have to do as I say anymore?â
âMeow!â
âWhat do you mean, King of the Snails?â Looking stern, SpongeBob folded his arms. âGary the snail, you get down here RIGHT NOW and join this team!â
âMeow!â
âWhat do you mean, âSeize them!â?â
All the snails who had been paying their respects to Gary, the King of the Snails, turned to SpongeBob and Plankton. Then they advanced on them with their fangs bared, growling!
SpongeBob turned and ran out of the pineapple house as fast as he could!
âWhy are you running?â Plankton asked.
âBecause theyâre right on our â¦â He looked back to see the snails moving very, very slowly.
âOh, right,â SpongeBob said, slowing his pace. âSnails.â
The two unlikely partners strolled away from SpongeBobâs house. âWell, so much for your
tee-am
,â Plankton said.
âPutting together a team is a LOT harder than Ithought it would be!â SpongeBob admitted.
Nearby, Mr. Krabs shouted, âThis way!â The angry mob was still on their tail.
âWe better get out of here until things cool off,â Plankton said.
That night, high on a ridge overlooking Bikini Bottom, Plankton and SpongeBob looked down at their hometown. They could see fires burning in the darkness.
âEverything we know and love has been destroyed!â SpongeBob said sadly.
âLooks like theyâre gonna have to change the name of Bikini Bottom to Dirty Bottom,â Plankton said, chuckling. âRight, SpongeBob?â
SpongeBob wrinkled his nose and frowned. âThatâs a little gross, Plankton.â
âYeah,â Plankton said. âYeah. Too soon, huh?â
SpongeBob stared into distance. âThis feels like it really IS the end!â
âDonât worry, SpongeBob,â Plankton reassured him. âWeâll find the secret formula, and everything will go back to the way it was. You know, all happy and junk.â
He pushed a rock toward SpongeBob. âNow letâs try to get some sleep.â
âYeah, I guess youâre right,â SpongeBob said, laying his head on the rock.
Plankton pulled a blanket of seaweed over SpongeBob. âThere you are,â he said. âFeeling comfy?â
âYou know, Plankton,â SpongeBob said sleepily, âI think you might know a little bit more about teamwork than you let on.â
âGood night, SpongeBob.â
âGood night, Plankton.â
Exhausted from the day, SpongeBob instantly fell into a deep sleep.
Plankton let out an evil little chuckle. âGood night indeed!â he said to himself. He crept up onto SpongeBobâs head. âThatâs right, SpongeBob, sleep! Youâre hiding that formula in there somewhereâ¦.â
Plankton forced one of SpongeBobâs holes open and jumped into his head!
O nce inside SpongeBobâs head, Plankton wasted no time going straight to his brain, hoping to find the Krabby Patty secret formula. âWell,â he said. âHere goes nothing!â
The inside of SpongeBobâs brain was colorful and bright, with funny shapes and happy music. âHuh?â Plankton said. âWhat IS this place?â
A bottle of maple syrup ran by laughing, chased by a waffle,
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