10 YEARS

"10 YEARS" is a short in the Bigfoot Cinematic Universe written by JustInCaseTheDingusRunsAway and released on November 7, 2023.
==Synopsis==
JustInCaseTheDingusRunsAway "celebrates" their 10th year on the SpongeBob Fanon Wiki.
==Transcript==
[The short starts with an award ceremony. Jazzy big band music plays as , wearing a tuxedo that has a tiny dripping of blood coming out of the front pocket, stands in front of a podium with an envelope.]
Chris Rock: And the nominees for “Best Aughfellow Moment” are as follows: …
[The audience cheers and Chris Rock continues to read the nominees but his dialogue is now a murmur, obscured by indecipherable sound effects and muttering. The camera pans around the audience, full of A-list celebrities with their families, sat down on tables drinking and feasting. At a table to the far-left, right next to the table wherein is sat, is a slightly unusual table. Pluto, Zoltan and Dingus are seated at the table, whilst Chicken Peter is walking on the table itself. His clucking becomes part of the cacophony. Pluto and Zoltan are playing footsies under the table, and Dingus - with purple bags deeply folded under their eyes - stares wide-eyed into the distance. An echoed voice, presumably Jesus Sandal, starts chanting.]
Voice: 10 years… 10 years… 10 years…
[The chant becomes drowned in echo as the camera quickly zooms into Dingus’ left eye, revealing an empty black cosmos, scarcely populated by white stars. Dingus, wearing a comfy blue jumper and jogging bottoms, is hovering in the midst of the space. Their speech is indented by a chasmic reverb.]
Dingus: Hello? 
[They knock their head jokingly.]
Dingus: Is anyone home?
[Silence.]
Dingus: Tough crowd. 
[An echoed drum clashes in the distance, sending sound waves that vibrate across the space.]
Dingus: That… tickles.
Another Voice: Hello, creator.
[Dingus turns around to see the disembodied head of Phil Collins.]
Phil Collins: [droningly] How nice of you to come into our world that you so lovingly built for us.
Dingus: But… you already existed, Phil Collins. You had a decades-long career in rock music.
: [offscreen; echoing] And what’s your point, man?!
[The disembodied head of Jew Wario appears to the other side of Dingus.]
Jew Wario: She’s here! He’s here! God is here at last! Oh, mighty Creator…
Dingus: I… you’re based on a real-life person, I didn’t create you.
[A caterpillar-like creature made up entirely of EB’s head as each segment slithers and flies over Dingus, before hovering through Jew Wario’s eyeballs and exiting out of his mouth.]
EB the Original Masters: [all of the heads speaking in unison] Welcome to bloons, stupid admin.
[The words “stupid admin” echo eeringly and an orchestral sting plays.]
Dingus: What was that?
[A giant train appears under Dingus, with the front of the engine being replaced by a giant head resembling that of The Terrible Travis, with his mouth wide open. The train devours Dingus and pops out of existence. We then cut to the psychedelic inside of the train as Dingus bounces off of its narrow walls, with SBFW memorabilia coating the interior. A mantra of “10 years, 10 years…” - repeated by a choir of SBFW users - plays as we see Dingus try and make sense of what is happening. Dingus bumps into an image of Patrick Star captioned “Oh, what a twist!” on the wall, before being pushed into a cannon labelled “Special:Chat”. It pushes out Kjjb, Cosmobo, and stained boxers, before finally letting out Dingus, throwing them in the air before a massive fan appears labelled “GOOFBALLS” that blows them back down. As they fall, the mantra continues and years of SBFW imagery surrounds them. Daffy Duck, a group of potatoes, the default FANDOM goldfish avatar, text reading “tset”, a zombified , all encircle Dingus. 80s like text fabricates from in the wall reading “STAR ALLIANCE” in neon blue font, which eventually coats under Dingus like a blanket and cushions their fall into a pitch black darkness. Long legs, suited in blue trousers and brown business shoes, start to stomp their way around the darkness, barely missing Dingus but still fumbling around. Eventually, Dingus turns to see where they are headed: a bright red sign that reads “PRESIDENT DUBSTEP: CAMPAIGN RALLY”.]
Dingus: Well, at least it’s better than…
[The floor bursts from under Dingus as a large, disembodied head of Donald Trump blasts them back up the train.]
Donald Trump: Letting gays fuck and marry is like giving a schizophrenic a driver’s license.
[The head of Donald Trump projectile-vomits up several characters, including Leader Plankton and Luis who simply float off into the distance as well as a robotic SpongeBob that sits on the Trump head and stutters a sentence out as the head continues to accelerate further up the train.]
SpongeBot: I say–
Aaron Walker: [offscreen] Stay off the s*uce.
SpongeBot: I say–
CrazySponge: [offscreen] How can I be having them close times?
SpongeBot: I say–
DonPaolo: [offscreen] I mean I used to east my–
NotJoe: [offscreen] I thought Spongefan was a–
AllisonLoaded: [offscreen] 
Golfpecks256: [offscreen] DEADLINE!
[The Trump head catapults Dingus out of the train and back into the cosmos, as the mantra can no longer be heard, but only Phil Collins’ head remains. Slowly and grotesquely, it morphs into Ken Stringfellow.]
Ken Stringfellow: There’s sooo much pain…
[Nine variants of Dingus suddenly appear, all varying slightly in size, age and clothing. They start trying to converse with one another, and we hear spare parts of the conversation - “for real, vrosephine”, “God lag it”, "augh", “ayy, man, I’m not one to kink-shame but…”, "I've always wanted to do crack" - but soon, the disembodied head of Ken Stringfellow grows hands out of nowhere that crush the ten Dinguses into one bloody spherical mold that Stringfellow holds in his hand like a ball.]
Ken Stringfellow: Oh, frick it with peanut butter jelly and top it with–
[A distorted bass note plays as Stringfellow’s right hand starts to fuse with the ball of Dingus flesh. He screams for help.]
Ken Stringfellow: Help! Someone! God, help me! Jesus Sandal! Anyone! , Mr. Squidward!
[A light acoustic cover of ’s “King Christian” starts to play, with acapella refrain being sung over a silent scene of the flesh creating arms that insert themselves into each side of Stringfellow’s disembodied head.]
Ian: [offscreen; singing] I could not remain… your friend…
Tommy Wiseau: [offscreen; singing] Lest it would have made much difference then...
PrimitiveSponge129: [offscreen; singing] Could it possibly…?
[Two crude puppets of CartoonGuy277 and Ponyo Fan appear to sing the next line in harmony.]
Puppets: [singing] Well, no thanks to you and me!
[The music stops as the puppets swiftly grab hold of the ongoing scene and rip it apart, with them ducking under as well, returning back to the award show setting where the episode started. Chris Rock is still on the podium, clutching his face in pain. Chicken Peter is returning indignantly to his table.]
Chris Rock: Well, that sure was Something Strange, wasn’t it?
[The short abruptly ends.]
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