DoodleBob Redrawn

Chapter 8: Hunting the Hunters

January 27, 2017, Bikini Bottom Border.

6:31 A.M.

An entire squadron of police boatcars speed up the hills and chase DoodleBob. They are gaining on DoodleBob. The afraid paper being looks back to see them. They are going so fast, when he blinked, they seemed 50 feet closer. They must be doing 40, he thought. From the cockpit of one of the vehicles, an officer says over the walkie-talkie, "Alright, fire some warning shots in front of him. We need him to change direction." 

DoodleBob cannot hide anywhere; there are no rocks or anything in sight. It's all sand. 

Now, all the police are only a couple of meters behind him, and they seem to be following him rather than chasing him. 

All of a sudden, he hears revs, like someone's flooring it.

He turns to his left to see a woman in a police vehicle pull out an SMG and start firing around him. He hears the loud shots and slows down. 

DoodleBob was scared. He never thought the police would try to shoot at him. Now, he got mad. He turned around and ran right for a police vehicle. It didn't stop. He slides last second and gets under the car. It was risky, but now his plan can kick in.

The cop, confused, looks outside his cruiser.

"Uhhh, do any of you know where the suspect is?", he asks.

"Negative", one says over the radio.

"No", another says.

"I'll patrol the area", he says, and circles around. 

Then, all the cars in the area he circled in fell underneath the ground.

DoodleBob used his discarded pencil to draw a sinkhole. He drew lines over the edges of the circle to indicate a depression in altitude. He smiled as all of the police vehicles were wrecked, all of the officers yelling and crashing into the pit below. Some were alright, but most unconscious, or worse. 

"My unit can't continue, I'm 11-81." was what the now petrified officer heard over the radio. He sighed in relief as he now knew that some officers were okay.

Out of nowhere, a spear impales the floor of the car, and the officer screams right before he angles the side of the drawn spear against his head. He's knocked out. If DoodleBob did not have such sheer strength, his plan would have failed. Then, DoodleBob gets in, throws the cop out at 20 miles an hour, and applies the brakes. He, now in a stolen police unit, races to Bikini Bottom. DoodleBob quickly learned how to drive the car, but he did not drive as fast as he could have, because he isn't that experienced, and he did not want to crash. 

SpongeBob, Patrick, and Gary all enjoy the ride back to the base, overjoyed with their new tech, and they wanted to find DoodleBob fast, so they would go to SpongeBob's house, pick up any bits of DoodleBob's blown-off paper chest, and insert it into the tracker. Seemed simple. 

Patrick drove the truck, while Gary chauffeured SpongeBob in his Boatgatti. They both stopped at a red light. They opened the windows.

"Well, I hope DoodleBob doesn't mind if we show off our new toys to him, don't we, Pat," SpongeBob said, implying that he wanted to destroy the evil doodle.

"Wait, we got toys," Patrick asked.

How immature.

SpongeBob said, "The weapons," and Gary tried not to laugh.

Patrick understood. "Ohhhh, yeah yeah", he childishly replied.

Then, they all saw a police cruiser take a hard right turn at the intersection in front of them, nearly hitting three people. But in that right turn, Gary saw one thing that made him furious.