was holding on to the handle of a safe while SpongeBob tried to vacuum him off it.
ââPlankton had made it his lifeâs work to steal the Krabby Patty recipe,ââ Burger Beard read. ââBut SpongeBob was always there to protect it. On this particular day, though, things would be differentâ¦.ââ
H igh 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.
âGood morning, SpongeBob!â Patrick said cheerfully.
âGood morning, Patrick!â SpongeBob answered. âAre you here for your pre-lunch Krabby Patty?â
âIâm thinking TWO today! One for me ⦠and one for my friend!â
âOh!â SpongeBob said. âHave I met this friend?â
Patrick used both hands to squish his belly to look like a big mouth. He moved his hands to make the âmouthâ talk. âYou know ME, SpongeBob!â
The two pals laughed. âEnjoy, Patrickâs tummy!â SpongeBob said.
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. âThirteen, fourteen, fifteen â¦â
SpongeBob went over to his boss. âHey, Mr. Krabs,â he said. âI thought we got our tartar sauce delivery on Thursday.â
Mr. Krabs stopped counting. Puzzled, he asked, âTartar â¦â
SPLAT!
The giant jar hit the ground and exploded, covering everyone and everything with tartar sauce!
â⦠sauce?â Mr. Krabs finished as tartar sauce dripped off his nose and claws.
Overhead, the pilot of the bomber plane circled around to see the damage he had done. Mr. Krabs and SpongeBob heard a familiar voice yell, âBullâs-eye!â and laugh evilly. The plane flew off.
âPlankton!â cried SpongeBob, recognizing the evil laugh right away.
âSo itâs a food fight he wants, eh?â Mr. Krabs said, determined. He grabbed SpongeBob and said, âListen up, boy! Planktonâs tried to steal me formuler thousands of times, but heâs never had a PLANE before! So protect the secret formuler AT ALL COSTS!â
SpongeBob saluted and started to hurry inside to defend the Krabby Patty secret formula. Mr. Krabs realized what he had just said. âBut not ACTUAL COSTS,â he added. âYou know what I mean. To yer battle stations!â
Plankton piloted his bomber plane toward the Krusty Krab for another attack. âWelcome to Air Plankton!â he announced to no one in particular, enjoying himself. âPlease put your seat backs and tray tables up, as weâre now approaching our final destinationâ¦.â
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.
âOkay, Patrick!â SpongeBob yelled. âLoad the potatoes!â
Patrick held up a plate full of steaming potatoes. âMashed or scalloped, sir?â
âNo, Patrick,â SpongeBob said. âRAW!â
âSir, yes, sir!â Patrick answered, saluting. He dropped the plate of cooked potatoes, picked up a bag of raw potatoes, and poured them into the antiaircraft gun. âLocked and loaded!â he reported.
In his office, Mr. Krabs opened his safe and placed the Krabby Patty secret formula inside. âDonât worry, little formuler!â he said. âYouâll be safe in this, uh, safe.â He slammed the door closed, twirled the dial, and grabbed amicrophone. âFIRE!â he shouted.
On the roof, SpongeBob pulled the trigger.
BLAM! BLAM! BLAM! BLAM! BLAM!
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