SpongeBob Movie: Sponge Out of Water Junior Novel Read Free

SpongeBob followed his boss.
    Holding Plankton in his big claw, Mr. Krabs said, “Well, Plankton, like a reheated Krabby Patty, you’ve been foiled again!”
    He dropped the tiny villain onto the floor.
“Oof!”
Plankton grunted.
    â€œI guess this means the secret formula is safe forever!”SpongeBob said happily. “Right, Mr. Krabs?”
    Mr. Krabs nodded. “It sure does, boy.”
    Plankton let out a big sigh.
    â€œWhy don’t you scurry along, Plankton?” Mr. Krabs said. “I’ve got a successful business to run.” He and the customers laughed. Plankton gave another sob, hung his little green head, and slunk out of the Krusty Krab.
    â€œThanks for coming!” Mr. Krabs called after his defeated enemy. “Have a nice day!”
    Outside, Plankton walked over to a signpost, leaned his forehead against it, and wept.
    A little while later, Mr. Krabs watched Plankton through a telescope. He was still leaning against the signpost. “He’s been out there crying for twenty minutes,” Mr. Krabs said. “Pathetic.” He peered through the telescope, then snapped it shut. “I’m just gonna go out there and gloat a little!”
    Humming a happy tune, Mr. Krabs hurried out the front door.
    Meanwhile, inside the safe in Mr. Krabs’s office, Plankton’s last penny was doing something unusual for a coin.
    It was moving.
    The penny wiggled, stood on edge, rolled, and suddenly popped open. Hidden inside the penny was … PLANKTON!
    He laughed and spoke into a tiny microphone hidden inside the penny. “Cyclops to Laptop,” he said. “Cyclops to Laptop. Come in, Laptop!”
    In the Chum Bucket, Plankton’s computer wife, Karen, was playing solitaire on her screen. She heard her husband and answered, “Laptop? You DO realize that nickname is demeaning. I have TWICE the processing power of a laptop!”
    Plankton answered in code. “Chicken is in the bread pan, kicking out dough.”
    But Karen didn’t understand. “Wait,” she said, confused. “You’re in a bread pan?”
    Annoyed that she’d forgotten their secret code, Plankton snapped, “Never mind. Maintain radio silence.” He looked around the inside of Mr. Krabs’s safe and spotted the Krabby Patty secret formula rolled up and corked in a bottle. “Finally!” he said, laughing triumphantly.
    He was about to grab the bottle when he noticed it was sitting on a metal plate. “A pressure plate, eh, Krabs?” he said, snorting with contempt. “Amateur hour!”
    Plankton opened the door to the safe and cautiously looked around Mr. Krabs’s office. “Hm,” he said. Then he saw a ship in a bottle on Mr. Krabs’s desk. “Perfect!”
    He yanked the miniature ship out of the bottle and tossed it in the trash. After finding a pad of paper anda pencil, he quickly scribbled a fake formula, tore out the page and rolled it up, then shoved it in the bottle. Plankton pushed the cork back in the bottle and admired his work.
    â€œNot a bad likeness,” he said with a smirk. “Good enough to fool that idiot Krabs!”
    Back in the safe, Plankton carefully slid the fake formula bottle onto the pressure plate, simultaneously easing off the real bottle. “Easy … easy …,” he said as he worked. After a moment, he’d done it: the fake formula bottle was on the pressure plate, and the real formula bottle was in his dishonest hand!
    In the dining area, SpongeBob was using the telescope to watch Mr. Krabs outside. His boss was gleefully dancing around the sobbing Plankton. “Look at Mr. Krabs go!” SpongeBob said. “I’ve never seen him gloat this hard before.”
    As he danced, Mr. Krabs sang a little song:
“Plankton’s broke! Ooh! Ooh! Plankton’s broke! Ah! Ah!”
    Mr. Krabs stopped dancing and laughed. “Well, Plankton, me bunions are