Cartoons » SpongeBob SquarePants, English, Humor Published: Dec 16, 2007
Rain Check
"I'VE DONE IT!"
Plankton began to cackle.
But Karen's nagging voice interrupted him. "What'd you do?" Plankton sighed. "I have created my most fiendishly
clever plan ever. Look out the window."
"Do we even have a window?"
"Huh?" Plankton glanced around and then shrugged. "Oh, well, just take my word for it then. Because…. are you
ready for this, Karen? …. it's RAINING!"
"Amazing," she said sarcastically.
"So…. don't you get it?"
She started to roll out of the room. "No, I don't."
"Wait!" Plankton called after her. She stopped. "Karen, this is how I'm going to get the Krabby
Patty secret formula! I'm gonna go over to that Sponge-kid's house, and he'll be so bewildered by the rain that
he'll have to give it to me."
"That plan doesn't make any sense at all, genius. Why would he give it to you just because it's raining? Come to
think of it, why SpongeBob? Why not Krabs?"
"Because that's the way my dream was, last night I had this dream I made it rain. And for some reason I was
at the sponge's house, he freaked out about the rain, gave me the formula then, I woke up. It inspired me
to carry out this magnificent plan."
"You know that dreams only seem good for a little while after you wake up? A couple hours from now you'll
realize how stupid that sounds, and makes no sense."
"It does make sense! I'll prove it!" Plankton made his way to the door, stopping to pull one of those little
paper umbrellas you put in tropical drinks. He held the tiny thing over his head and turned back to Karen.
He growled under his breath. "You'll see, Karen! You'll see!" he said just before slamming the door behind him.
"Here we go again…."
At SpongeBob's house, our favorite poriferan was doing some tidying up.
"Don't you just love cleaning, Gary?" asked SpongeBob.
"Meow."
"Do you think it's ironic that I'm making my house smell like lemon when I live in a pineapple?"
Gary rolled his eyes. "Meow…."
SpongeBob stopped flailing and looked over to Gary. "What was that sound?"
"Meow," Gary interrupted.
SpongeBob stared back. "….Oh. The door."
SpongeBob walked to the front door. "Why would knocking sound like ticking though, Gary? Are you sure about
this?" He opened the door and glanced around. But he smiled widely as he noticed the weather. "Wow, it's
raining!" He stopped. "Oh-my-gosh, the rain must've knocked on the door! Is that true, raindrops? Do you
wanna come in? Bahahahaha!"
Plankton growled. "Down here fool!"
"Oh, hey, Plankton!"
Thinking its execution as poorly as the original plan itself, Plankton had not realized perhaps there was a
better way to begin than simply knocking on the door. The thought of sneaking or spying had eluded him. No, he
was perfectly content to simply stroll up to the house, thinking his dream-inspired plan perfectly invincible.
"BEHOLD! The ominous rain, which falls from above to seal your fate!"
"I see it, Plankton," he said with a smile. "Good thing too!"
"No, fool!" Plankton caught himself. "I mean…. doesn't this rain make you feel bewildered? Doesn't it just blow
your mind? Make you feel like…. telling me something?"
"Yeah!" SpongeBob quickly bent down and whisked Plankton inside. He slammed the door behind him and
turned to Plankton, now placed back on the ground. "That you need to come in before you catch cold!"
Plankton shook momentarily "Open that door! You need to take in the rain's power!"
"You wanna play in the rain? Ooh! We can have a rain party! We can splash around in puddles, dance with our
umbrellas!"
"Just listen to me! We need to go back out." Just then, a small circular machine approached Plankton. "Huh?
What's that?" He grinned. "A plot device? Haha, get it? I said— AAAHHH!" Plankton was suddenly sucked inside
the metal object. "Help!" said his muffled voice from inside.
SpongeBob gasped and picked it up. Reaching in he pulled out a gasping Plankton. "Are you okay?"
Now covered in scratches, Plankton groaned. "Oww… what happened?"
"You got sucked into my Roomba," he said with a frown, but then turned to the Roomba. "There, there, Roomba,
it's okay. No need for distress sounds."
"What do you have a Roomba for?!"
"It's cleaning day, silly!"
Plankton rubbed his head. "Okay… I'm gonna pretend this didn't just happen. But do you have bandages for my
gaping wounds?"
"Oh! Of course!"
After setting the vacuuming robot down, the two went upstairs.
Plankton stood on the counter, watching SpongeBob fish through his medicine cabinet.
"Aha! Found it!" SpongeBob pulled out a bottle of rubbing alcohol. He put a washcloth to the opening, flipped
over the bottle allowing liquid onto the cloth, then turned it right side up. "This is gonna sting a bit."
"I'm a genius, you think I don't know that?"
SpongeBob dabbed the washcloth on Plankton. Unfortunately, the cloth was several times larger than Plankton
himself, and the alcohol couldn't help but get into every one of his orifices. "AAAUGGHH!" he screeched. "That's
too much!"
"I'm sorry, Plankton!" said SpongeBob, pulling his hand away. "Here, let me blow on it!" Puffing out his cheeks
SpongeBob blew on Plankton in attempt to sooth the stinging. But his breath was too strong, and he was blown
off the counter and to the toilet.
"AHH—umpth!" Plankton hit the bottom of the bowl. He quickly resurfaced and flailed around. "I can't swim!"
SpongeBob grimaced. "Hold on, buddy!" After a quick glance around the room, he tossed a rubber duck into the
toilet. "Use that to hold onto while I find something to get you out with!"
Plankton grabbed onto the toy and looked up to SpongeBob with a furrowed brow. "What?! What're you waiting
for? Just pull me out of here!"
"Eew, I'm not reaching into the toilet!"
"Listen you mor—hey, come back here!" Plankton called after SpongeBob, who already dashed off.
He quickly returned with a pair of tongs. Using the instrument, he picked up Plankton and placed him on the
floor. "Here's a towel," he said, handing him toilet paper.
His rage did not allow him to take it. He fumed, his cheeks turning red, and trembling.
"It's okay, Plankton," said SpongeBob. "I'm sorry. Is there anything I can do to make you feel better?"
"Yes…. actually there is….." he replied.
"Whatever it is, consider it done!"
"I would like to know about a sandwich….."
"Say no more!" SpongeBob bent down to pick up Plankton. "I know exactly what you're talking about! Come on,
let's go to the kitchen!"
Moments later, Plankton was at the table staring down at a seanut butter and jellyfish jelly sandwich. "This
wasn't what I had in mind," he said under his breath.
SpongeBob was still by the counter, licking the knife he used to spread the seanut butter. "Don't you love
SB&JJ sandwiches? They're one of my favorites!"
"Yeah, they're great, but—"
"Then go ahead! Dig in!"
"Well, first need to talk to about—"
"You're…. you're…. not eating," said SpongeBob, voice breaking as tears gathered in his eyes. "I made that just
for you!"
"Don't cry! Ohhh!" he groaned. "Fine I'll eat!" Facing the sandwich, he picked it up and took a bite. "Ugh, I
need a bath. I hate being so small while food is so large…."
"You can go for another dip in the toilet if you want!" said SpongeBob, joking. "Bahahaha!"
Just then, Gary slithered in the room. He approached SpongeBob, nudging his leg. "Hey, Gary! My, you're
excited!"
Plankton looked over. "What's he want?"
"Oh probably the seanut butter." Sticking his finger into the jar, he scooped a bit out to let Gary
lick it. "Bahahaha, that tickles!"
Plankton shuttered. "Look, I need to talk to you. It's important, okay? Would you listen?!"
"Bahahaha!" SpongeBob was still distracted.
"LISTEN TO ME!"
SpongeBob cowered.
"Finally! Now… I didn't come for a 'rain party', or a sandwich, or anything else that happened so far! I came
here, to have you turn over to me the Krab—"
Gary, who'd been slowly slithering up to Plankton, chomped down on him.
"Gary, no!" SpongeBob commanded. "Bad snail!" He had to pry open Gary's mouth. He slipped his hand in and
cautiously pulled out Plankton. "Oh-my-gosh! Speak to me, Plankton!"
Plankton had an X where his eye would normally be, and he hung limply in SpongeBob's hand.
After setting him on the counter, SpongeBob stepped back to analyze the situation. "Hmm… I must perform
mouth-to-mouth resuscitation!" It took a moment for SpongeBob to realize that his mouth was bigger than
Plankton's entire body. But after a brief hesitation, he shrugged it off, figuring some resuscitation better
than none. He leaned over and blew like a balloon. Plankton inflated until SpongeBob paused to inhale, then
Plankton deflated. The force sent him flying around the room, screeching like a balloon does when the air is
forced out of a tiny hole.
Finally he landed on the floor. "Ugghhhhh….."
"You're alive!" said SpongeBob cheerfully. "Sorry about all that, Gary wanted the seanut—"
"ENOUGH!" he bellowed, jumping up. "I can't stand it anymore! Forget the plan and the rain, I GOTTA GET OUT OF
THIS DEATH TRAP!"
"But… but what about whatever you wanted to talk to me about?"
He was running to the door. "Rain check!" Plankton shouted as he whizzed down the street, as fast as he
could from SpongeBob's house.
SpongeBob stood at the doorway, watching Plankton's figure quickly disappear in the distance. He
stuck his hand out, palm up. "Yep, I checked it. Still raining."
SpongeBob shrugged with a smile and closed the door.
In his lab, Plankton held his face in his hands.
"I told you."
"Not now, Karen."
"I told you this morning. Dreams only make sense at first, then later you realize how dumb they are."
"I'm not in the mood, Karen!"
"Why didn't you listen to me?"
"Enough! I just want to relax and forget about the today."
"Couldn't have been any worse than your previous fails. It's holographic seanut butter sandwiches for dinner
tonight."
"Darn!"
THE END
