DoodleBob Redrawn

Chapter 6: One Story, Two Plots, Three Dangers

January 26, 2017, Jellyfish Fields.

9:00 P.M. 

Through the vividly colored fields, a protected species known as jellyfish roam the fertile land, looking like floating gelatin molds, all moving in sync with each other. The grass shone in the moonlight and the coral all moved in an elegant way to the moderate winds  and the sky was darker than ever. It was silent, peaceful and simply breathtaking.

Until a faint, "Yanayoymoy!" was heard from the distance.

Having been critically injured by the RPG assault, DoodleBob had to repair himself. He could not believe how weak his creator was, despite the fact that he's been doing so well for the past 1 and a half decades. How sad, but what was worse was that he could have finally had revenge, but two things stopped him:

1) SpongeBob for getting rid of the pencil.

2) His pet for knowing how to use an advanced military weapon. Again, how!?!

He vowed revenge,  but he needed the pencil, so that meant he had to find it since that was the reason he could create anything he wanted. 

After thinking for a long time, he decided to establish a plan.

One to go up to the surface and find it. But right now, he needed rest. His hole was not lethal, but it did hurt. Also, around the hole was ash. He knew that he was slowly dying. He has roughly three days to live. Although it seemed hopeless, DoodleBob WOULD find a way.

He hid in a cave to sleep for the night.

The same day and time, Bikini Bottom Police Station.

"So you're telling me that a white, square figure attacked you and your friends?", the commissioner asked.

SpongeBob replied with a "yes".

He knew that the commissioner wouldn't believe him if he said he drew his own attacker. That's ridiculous. It almost never happens ("almost" because this is the 1st time), and he'd be laughed at by the whole department. He needed the guy to know he is telling the truth. Squidward, the witness, described the scene as "a horrid display of crime and indecency". He was told to play along, and none of the officers knew about Gary's RPG. Gary recently learned that it was illegal to own one in Bikini Bottom. 

"There's a vague description, but you said the suspect looks like this", he said, implying suspicion to the whole scene.

An old woman flipped a board, revealing a sketch of DoodleBob. It showed 2 big circles for eyes, one pupil smaller that the other, and a really bad-looking picture resembling SpongeBob's face.

Seems legit.

"We'll update you on anything. So far, he's new. We've checked our database. Nothing showed up about him."

SpongeBob thanked him and he, Gary and Patrick all left. Squidward ran back home as fast as he could because he didn't want to get involved in anything relating to the Doodle dilemma.

It was a quiet walk to SpongeBob's house, now demolished. Damage was unavoidable. If Gary never blew up half the house, SpongeBob would have been killed, and Patrick mauled, possibly having the same unlucky fate as his friend. Gary apologized, but SpongeBob wasn't mad at him.

He was mad at DoodleBob. Millions of dollars, GONE! 

He was set for life, but because of the drawing's vindictiveness,  he lost too much to consider forgiveness.

What were seconds felt like hours of pain, all of which SpongeBob wished just ended. He closed his eyes, trying not to cry because of all the damage done to his home. 

Patrick broke the silence.

"Man, it's horrible. What're we gonna do now?"

SpongeBob opened an eye and clenched his fists.

"We're going to stop that monster from doing any more damage. He has the potential to wipe out our town, and I don't plan on letting him," he said, teeth gritted.

His valiance seemed to rub off on his partners, because they felt motivated by him.

Gary nodded his head in agreement and respect. Patrick also agreed.

"First, we need a plan."

Patrick's words of wisdom set everyone on board.

They gathered under Pat's rock, an ideal headquarters and hideout for protection.

SpongeBob was the first to come up with an idea.

"DoodleBob should be hurt by that RPG blast from Gary, so it won't take long to catch up with him. We could follow him to wherever he's going. I, personally, think he's trying to find a pencil. Remember what happened last time he wielded that sick writer," he said.

Patrick, cringing after remembering what DoodleBob did, nodded his head.

He continued with his plan.

"I don't know where it came from, but I bet he'll lead us to it. Then, we could steal the pencil, defeat DoodleBob, and return home safely with it."

Patrick had his doubts and questions.

"I don't know, Sponge. He almost killed us, and nobody's backing us up on top of that. If we lose, we might not be heard from ever again. Also, how will we track him? I don't know how much land there is in Bikini Bottom, but it's a lot. We won't find him."

SpongeBob happily responded.

"Oh, yes we will, and I know exactly who will help. Come with me, everyone."

All of them went to SpongeBob's garage, and into the Boatgatti Veyrotor.

Gary inserted the ignition, and the car made a loud rev as it's engine got started.

"GPS, set coordinates for the Bikini Bottom Institute of Futuristic Technology."

A female voice said, "Sending directions to "Bikini Bottom Institute of Futuristic Technology, 428 Coelacanth Drive."

Gary instantly knew why SpongeBob was doing this. 

Patrick confused, said with an eyebrow cocked, "Guys, can you tell me why we're going to a college?"

SpongeBob answered, "To meet an old friend of ours."

Gary pulled out of the driveway and drove to the destination.