SpongeBob Movie: Sponge Out of Water Junior Novel by Nickelodeon Publishing Page B

Plankton’s fighter plane.
    â€œPOTATOES?” Plankton yelled when 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.
    â€œHe’s closing in!” SpongeBob called.
    Patrick peered through a pair of binoculars … which he was holding backward. “I think we have a few minutes before he gets here,” he said calmly. SpongeBob reached up and flipped the binoculars around. “HE’S RIGHT ON TOP OF US!” Patrick screamed.
    SpongeBob kept firing the big gun, but the propellers of Plankton’s plane shredded the potatoes into French fries.
    â€œIt’s gonna take a lot more than potatoes to bring THIS baby down!” Plankton gloated. But just then, the potatoes knocked the wings off his plane. The plane plummeted to the ground and crashed.
WHAM!
    SpongeBob and Patrick celebrated on the roof with a victory dance. “We did it! Woo-hoo!” shouted SpongeBob.
    â€œYeah! In your FACE, Plankton!” Patrick said.
    Then SpongeBob spotted something floatinggently through the sky: a parachute. “Wait a minute, Patrick,” he said. “Look!”
    Dangling from the parachute was a tank. “He’s got a tank!” SpongeBob cried.
    Inside the tank, Plankton loaded a pickle as ammunition and manned the controls. “Well, Krabs,” he said, “you’re certainly in a pickle now!” He laughed at his own terrible pun.
    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, but after they hit ground, they stood up, breathing hard. They saw the tank rolling closer!
    SpongeBob frantically cranked a field radio and shouted into it. “Your orders, sir?”
    From his office, Mr. Krabs answered, “EXTRA KETCHUP! EXTRA MUSTARD! HOLD THE MAYO!”
    â€œYes, sir!” SpongeBob called, hoisting giant squeeze bottles onto his shoulders.
    Patrick lifted a giant jar of mayo over his head. “Hold … the … mayo!” he grunted. His arms shook with the effort of holding the huge jar over his head. He and SpongeBob watched as the tank rolled closer and closer….

“I can’t hold this mayo much longer!” Patrick gasped.
    â€œWait for the order, soldier!” barked SpongeBob.
    Finally, their radio crackled and Mr. Krabs shouted, “Unleash the condiments!”
    â€œWith relish!” SpongeBob cried as he shot ketchup and mustard at Plankton’s tank. But the tank just kept on coming, firing exploding pickles at the Krusty Krab. Patrick heaved the giant jar of mayo right in front of the tank.
CRASH!
    â€œMAYO?” Plankton said. “It’s gonna take a lot more than MAYO to stop—”
    BOOM!
The tank ran into the mayo and exploded, sending globs of white goo flying everywhere.
    â€œOh, mayo …,” Patrick said fondly, “is there no problem you can’t solve?”
    But SpongeBob was carefully watching the wreckage of Plankton’s tank. He saw movement. “NOW what?” he asked.
    SpongeBob watched in horror as a giant metal robot rose from the smoldering ashes of the tank. Plankton was working the robot’s controls from a seat inside its head. He laughed a long, loud, evil laugh and pushed on a control stick. The robot stomped forward.
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
The ground shook with every step the giant robot took.
    Patrick stared up at the robot. He took off his helmet and handed it to SpongeBob. “I just remembered,” he said. “I don’t work for Mr. Krabs.” He ran off.
    SpongeBob dropped the helmet and sprinted for the front door of the Krusty Krab, yelling, “Robot! Robot! ROBOT! ROBOT! GIANT ROBOT!” The terrifying robot chased him.
    Inside his office, Mr. Krabs was staring at the closed door. He could hear the thundering steps of the robot coming closer and closer. He