Cartoon Universe

Big Plans

It was noon in the Cartoon Inn; the sun shined brightly in the clear blue cloudless sky. Some were just waking up, others had been up for a while, and one particular character had big plans for today. He was going to befriend every single person in the building, no questions asked.

One character, however, was not in the mood for any type of socializing. He had bigger plans for the inn.

In room 1-6, the mood was tense, to say the least. Sparks flew as wires connected. Smoke came out of the little black box that the wires were attached to. Attending to the box was a short, green boy, obviously an extraterrestrial. His eyes were huge pink orbs that were intent on concentration. There could be no mistakes. The fate of his mission depended on it.

"Wrench," he ordered, holding out an arm to his left.

To his left, a small robot with big light teal eyes handed him a wrench. He giggled childishly after he had given it to him.

The alien eyed his robot suspiciously, but brushed off any feelings of doubt shortly after.

Using the wrench, he tightened a screw on the outside of the box. Nodding to himself, he connected two more wires, then closed the box. He took a step back to admire it.

"Finally," he whispered, taking in the sight of his little contraption. It looked like an ordinary black box, but oh was it not. In a stroke of genius (according to its creator), this box was designed to look as inconspicuous as possible. Inside the box was a computer chip that could be used to control any form of technology. It was still in beta stage, but with a few tweaks and improvements, it could be used for amazing things. Maybe it could even be used to control regular people. Oh, the boy could dream.

His admiration was cut short when he heard a knock on the door.

Muttering about how he wished to be left alone, the boy stomped over to the door and opened it.

"There better be a damn good reason for you to-"

"Hi! I'm Spongebob! I'm new here. Can we get to know each other?"

The green boy grimaced as he recognized the sponge. There was no denying it, this was the character that was responsible for most of the cartoons not being successful. Including his own.

"Listen, you filthy little bath supplement, I'm not interested in anything to do with you." He tried to close the door, but Spongebob jerked it back open.

"Can't we just talk it out? Come on, sponge to alien thing?"

The alien scowled. "I am NOT in the mood for annoyances, especially from the likes of YOU." He slammed the door, but Spongebob jerked his hand back in time to prevent his fingers from being smashed.

"Well... THAT could have gone better," Spongebob said, thinking of who he should talk to next. "I hope the others here aren't like that."

With hope in his heart, he knocked on the door to room 1-1 across room 1-6, silently wishing that he would be welcomed this time.