SpongeBob Movie: Sponge Out of Water Junior Novel Read Free Page B

magic!”
    â€œIt’s true!” Plankton cried, nodding vigorously.
    Mr. Krabs wasn’t buying it. He grabbed Plankton and taped him to his desk. SpongeBob watched his boss,looking worried. “Mr. Krabs, I’m telling you,” he insisted. “Plankton is innocent!”
    â€œWhat are you going to do, Krabs?” Plankton asked, his voice trembling a little. “Pour hot oil on me? Put bamboo shoots under my nails?”
    Mr. Krabs shook his head. “No,” he said seriously. “Knock-knock.”
    Plankton grinned. “Knock-knock jokes?” he sneered. “I can do this all day, Krabs.”
    â€œKnock-knock,” Mr. Krabs repeated.
    â€œOh, boy,” Plankton said, smiling and rolling his eye. “Who’s there?”
    â€œJimmy.”
    â€œJimmy who?”
    â€œJimmy back my formuler, Plankton!” Mr. Krabs answered.
    Plankton looked confused. “Well, that’s stupid, but how is it torture?”
    â€œYou’ll see,” Mr. Krabs said, chuckling as he put on soundproof headphones.
    SpongeBob was thinking hard. “Jimmy … back … my … formula,” he said to himself slowly. “Oh! I get it!” He started to laugh his high, annoying laugh. “DI YI YI YI YI YI YI!”
    He kept laughing. And laughing. And laughing …
    â€œMAKE IT STOP, KRABS!” Plankton screamed.
    But Mr. Krabs just stood there wearing his headphones. And SpongeBob kept laughing. “DI YI YI YI YI YI YI YI YI!”
    â€œOH, MAKE IT STOP, PLEASE!” Plankton shrieked.
    â€œDI YI YI YI YI YI YI YI YI YI YI YI YI YI! DI YI YI YI YI YI YI …”

A s SpongeBob continued to laugh at the knock-knock joke, Squidward opened the door to the office. Behind him, a throng of angry customers scowled and complained.
    â€œMr. Krabs?” Squidward said. But Mr. Krabs couldn’t hear him because of his headphones. And SpongeBob was still laughing as Plankton writhed in psychological pain.
    â€œZip it,” Squidward commanded. SpongeBob immediately stopped laughing.
    Plankton looked immensely relieved. “Oh, thank you, Squidward,” he sighed.
    Squidward ignored Plankton’s apology. “The customers are getting restless,” he said. “They’re asking for … REFUNDS.”
    To Mr. Krabs, “refund” was such a horrible, terrifying word that he could hear it even through his soundproof headphones. “REFUNDS?” he said, gasping.
    Sure enough, the customers were chanting “Re-fund.… Re-fund…. Re-fund” like a mob of zombies.
    Mr. Krabs grabbed SpongeBob by his skinny arms. “Listen up, boy!” he cried. “Get in there and make me customers some Krabby Patties!” He hustled SpongeBob out of his office and shoved him through the kitchen door. Then he hurried back to his office.
    â€œAll right, Plankton …,” Mr. Krabs started to say. But when he looked at his desk, he saw that Plankton was GONE!
    â€œHuh?” Mr. Krabs said. He had used his strongest tape to hold Plankton down.
    â€œAAAAHHHH!” SpongeBob screamed from the kitchen. Mr. Krabs ran to see what was wrong. When he burst into the kitchen, he found his fry cook staring into the freezer.
    â€œSpongeBob! What’s wrong, boy?” Mr. Krabs asked. Then he looked into the freezer himself.
    It was empty.
    â€œWE’RE OUT OF KRABBY PATTIES?” Mr. Krabs screamed.
    SpongeBob started to sweat despite the cold air pouring out of the freezer. “How can we make more Krabby Patties without the secret formula?”
    Mr. Krabs paced around the kitchen, concentrating. “You’ve GOT to have that formuler memorized by now! You musta made a MILLION of those things!”
    â€œBut as you are aware, sir,” SpongeBob reminded him, “the Employee Handbook clearly states, and I quote, ‘No employee may in part, or in whole, commit the Krabby Patty secret formula to any