in!â he said. Then he swung the door closed.
SLAM!
âShhhh!â Plankton hissed. âThereâs a guard over there!â
Plankton pointed across the room at the guard. It was Patrick, snoring loudly as he slept in a chair by another door. âThe keyâs around his neck!â Plankton whispered. âWe can take it from him, but weâll have to be very quiet. Letâs walk on the tips of our toes.â
Plankton raised himself up on the tips of his toesâwhich SpongeBob had never noticed beforeâand skittered across the floor. There was a high, tinkling sound.
Patrick stirred in his sleep. Plankton froze, but the high tinkling sound continued. He looked back and saw SpongeBob playing a tiny piano. âWill you stop playing that tiny piano?â he said. âYouâre going to get us caught!â
SpongeBob sheepishly put the tiny piano away. âSorry,â he apologized.
They both tiptoed over to Patrick, who was still snoring. The key was on his chest, hanging on a chain around his neck.
âOkay,â Plankton said to SpongeBob. âJust reach out and grab that key!â
SpongeBob took a step closer to Patrick and stepped on a floorboard.
CREAK!
âHalt!â Patrick said sleepily. âWho goes there?â But then he fell right back to sleep.
ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ!
SpongeBob gently grabbed the key and pulled it down.
âStop!â Plankton hissed. âPull it over his head!â
âOh,â SpongeBob said. He lifted the key up toward Patrickâs head, but the chain got caught in the folds of Patrickâs neck fat.
âStop! STOP!â Plankton warned. SpongeBob let go of the key. âLet me get up there,â Plankton continued. âIâm smaller. I wonât wake him up.â
Plankton jumped onto Patrick and climbed up to the key. He yanked the chain free, but then the key sliddown Patrickâs chest, heading straight for his belly button. Plankton leapt onto the key and rode it like a snowboard.
âYAAAAHHH!â he screamed as he headed into Patrickâs belly button. Just as he and the key were about to completely disappear into the depths of Patrickâs navel, SpongeBob plucked them out, covered in gross lint.
They had the key! Success!
Exceptâat that very moment, Patrick woke up.
When he saw SpongeBob and Patrick, he pulled out a giant whistle and inhaled, ready to blow a mighty blast!
âNO!â SpongeBob yelled, tackling Patrick. The two buddies struggled. Patrick kept trying to put his lips on the whistle, but SpongeBob kept stopping him.
âPlankton, help!â SpongeBob shouted. âIâll rock him, and you tell him a bedtime story!â
SpongeBob flipped Patrick over onto his lap. Plankton jumped onto Patrickâs belly and talked quickly. âOnce upon a time there was a big fat pink idiot who went to sleep. The end!â
âNice try,â Patrick scoffed, âbut itâs gonna take more than that toââ
And he fell fast asleep.
SpongeBob and Plankton lost no time using the key to open the door. They burst through to find â¦
⦠K aren chained to the wall!
âI told you I donât have the formula, you monsters!â cried Planktonâs computer wife.
âHey, baby!â Plankton called. âHow are you?â
Karen was thrilled to see her husband. âPlankton! My hero!â She stopped. âYou must need something. Otherwise, you wouldnât have come back.â
âPlankton has a plan to save Bikini Bottom!â SpongeBob said as he unlocked Karenâs chains.
If Karen could have shaken her head, she would have. âItâs impossible, Sheldon,â she said. âKrabs knows all your plans. Heâs been through my hard drive looking for the secret formula.â
Plankton hung his head. âEh, I never had it.â Then he looked up and smiled. âBut weâre gonna get it! Weâre going back in