Blew Kelp Titties (Except It's Not a Shitty April Fools Joke)

"Blew Kelp Titties (Except It's Not a Shitty April Fools Joke)" is the eleventh episode of Season 3 of Life in Bikini Bottom, and the 40th overall.
==Characters==
TBA
==Synopsis==
Looking for allies to help get them through tough times, the alliance launches negotiations with New Kelp City. Their plans come to a halt, however, when the fascist insurgency orders strict border control between the two cities. Meanwhile, XXXTentacion and Juice Wrld release a song exposing the actions of Area 51.
==Plot==
The episode starts with SpongeCock in his bed, his alarm clock ticking slowly. It hits a full rotation, and then it starts springing up, playing “Life in Bikini Bottom” by Yvng Danny. SpongeCock then pulls himself out of bed, showing that he has morning wood. “Yoooo… morning wood is the new wave,” he says, turning off his alarm clock. “Now that I’m awake I can now shove my thumb up my ass, that always makes it better.” He makes his way downstairs, to which everyone is already up in the kitchen. Kraps is counting his money, Fatprick is diving head first into a new ice cream cake, Fricky is polishing his Antifa outfit, and Shitward is sucking on a tube. SpongeCock stops and immediately glances at Shitward. “Uh… don’t tell me you’re off the clarinet for that shit.” “No, no, heh, don’t be ridiculous,” he responds, quickly shoving it away and his face getting red all over.
“Well, folks, I must say, I had perhaps the strangest dream last night. Like, so strange, you’d never guess how strange it was. No sir, no strangeness could ever-” “ALRIGHT DAD, we get the point already,” Fricky jumps up, cutting him off. “You’re starting to sound like Trump. Must be all that power going to your head.” “Fricky, calm down,” SpongeCock reassures him. “Anyway, I had a dream that SpongeCockia was being invaded by Bikini Bottom. They’d gotten upset and everything, and after we illegally voted in their election, they took action... Some assholes they are. But it’s okay, because in the end, I started fucking the shit out of Assy until her sweet rodent juices were expelling right through her panties. Oh my god, you would’ve had to see it to believe it.” Fatprick puts down his fork as he gets an angry expression on his face. “Listen here, [snarky tone] Mr. President. I HAVE seen it, whereas you didn’t. So don’t give me this-” Kraps comes away to restrain Fatprick back, waiting to get his word in.
“Boy, only one of those two things were a dream.” SpongeCock at first gets a smile on his face. “So that was really Assy? If I had known that, I would’ve shoved a finger up my ass!” “No, you damn fool! Check outside if you really forgot.” SpongeCock shrugs and then looks out the window, to which we see a vehicle firing shots towards the pinyapple. SpongeCock shrieks, jumping back and just having the shots graze over him. “Perhaps I need to cease my horniess,” he says, brushing himself off as the rest of the gang comes in to see if he’s alright. “But let’s be honest,” SpongeCock continues. “There is zero chance we can take Bikini Bottom on ourselves. We need to figure something out.” We see Fatprick get a smile on his face, seeming as if he got an idea, as he turns away to pick up a white surrender flag. “Is this what you’re talking about SpongeCock?” SpongeCock sighs. “No, Fatprick. Maybe… maybe we need to set up some wartime alliances. You know, that’ll come bail us o-” “WELL THEN!” Mr. Kraps says, jumping into the air and snapping his claws. “All I had to hear was war.” Everyone rolls their eyes, discouraging Kraps in the act.
“Sorry. But who would want to help us? Hell, who even knows we exist?” “Well, Bikini Bo-” Fatprick tries to suggest, before SpongeCock slaps him across the face. “If only-” SpongeCock gets cut off by Ronnie Snickersnee on the TV, coming with a news flash. “BREAKING NEWS! In an interview, President-Elect Joe Biden has made it clear that he will place sanctions on sovereign state SpongeCockia as soon as he takes office. But in other news, among us- I mean, Bikini Bottom’s conflict with SpongeCockia, our city has also engaged in trade dissensions with New Kelp City, in which Leader Bastard placed a hefty tariff on all goods imported from the neighboring city. More to come later.” The gang all take a glance at each other, as everyone except Fatprick seems to be on board. “New Kelp City, here we come!” SpongeCock, Shitward, Kraps, and Fricky all chant, as we see Fatprick’s face zooming up, showing that he’s sweating hard. “Uh… sure,” Fatprick whispers, looking worried.
Donald Trump: I’m going down to Bikini Bottom, gonna grab myself a pussy!
SpongeCock + Shitward: Fascism is everywhere, you don’t know what you got into!
Joe Biden: I’m going down to Bikini Bottom, gonna sniff myself some hair.
Fatprick: I was gonna take a shit, the government is tryna stop me!
Bernie Sanders: I’m going down to Bikini Bottom, let’s have Medicare for All!
Gory: Meow meow meow meow meow meow meow!
Mr. Kraps: They just took all of me money…
Sheldon Bastard: So come on down to Bikini Bottom, because you’ll be my slave here!
				AT AREA 51
We see Sully, XXXTentacion, and Juice Wrld all in a cell together, trying to record a song. As Sully starts singing, he falls flat, causing them to have to stop it again. “Oops, sorry guys,” Sully apologies, “that estrogen is really getting to me.” “Yeah, whatever,” Juice replies. “But fill me in, Juice,” Sully asks, as Juice inches further. “What happened to you?” “Ah right, that. Back in December, my gang and I were flying back to Chicago. It took some pills, still can’t remember them, and then sure enough, I’m blacking out in the airport.” “Seizure?” X asks. “Yeah.” “Aw you had it easy, I had to get shot for them to frame me,” he complains, as Juice ignores him. “Turns out, they framed me good, and they soon revived me in a helicopter. 
[shows the flashback, to which paramedics are trying to wake Juice up in a helicopter. He opens his eyes, as we hear “Mission successful.” “Huh? Where am I? I’m not lucid dreaming again, am I?” “No, far from it, my friend,” the guy says. “You were drugged and now you’re being brought to Area 51. Sounds great, huh?” Juice seems confused, as he starts to question it. “Oh god, this is what happened to X, isn’t it? Am I dead?” “No, no, of course not,” the guy warns. “But everybody thinks you. Just take a look on Titter. Juice opens his phone to see several tweets saying “Rip Juice Wrld.” “I’m only 21, couldn’t you just waited until I was older?” “Jarad, Jarad,” the guy says, chuckling. “You were just gonna take copious amounts of drugs and be heartbroken by girls.” “Yeah, that still sounds far better than what’s gonna be happening to me here, though.” The guy then tells him to shh as we cut back to current day.]
“So that’s how I got here,” Juice concludes. “I’d ask you the same question, Sully, but seeing as you’re an alien-” “Oh for fucks sake.” Sully says, rolling his eyes. “I’m a SQUID!” X nods his head. “A squid with some sexy ass tentacles,” he adds on. “Oops, sorry, that was sus.” “Yeah, no shit,” Juice says with a deadpan expression. We see Andre the Giant appear right outside of the cell. “Hey, dickweasels!” He says, banging on the bars. “Grub time, don’t be late or else you get the broom up your ass again.” They ignore him, as he soon goes away. Juice seems to have thought of an idea, as he turns back to Sully and X. “Yo, guys, what if we made a song about Area 51? Then everyone knows we aren’t dead, plus this place gets exposed. It’s like killing two birds with one stone.” X agrees, as he daps him up. “Good shit, good shit.” “Yeah,” Sully also agrees. “Then this place will be-” “Woah woah, not you,” Juice says. “You suck at music.” Sully has a deadpan expression as his eyes roll into the back of his. “Pfft, everybody’s a critic,” he complains.
				BACK AT SPONGECOCKIA
The new scene begins with an outside shot of SpongeCock’s pinyapple, which is now almost entirely surrounded by Bikini Bottom military officers. Shattered Penis is still there, who we see grab a bunch of nails out of his pants, launching them over the pinyapple. “Hehe… nice naily cock,” he laughs, as the camera pans on the top of the pinyapple. A roof is shown, hidden by the leaves, as the gang sneakily goes through a trapdoor. SpongeCock comes up first, waiting until the coast is clear to gather everyone else up. “Psst! Come up here, before they hear us!” everyone comes up, even Fatprick, who is at first blocked by how small the trapdoor is.
“Alright folks,” SpongeCock leads the way, “it’s clear that these people are gonna shoot on sight. Especially with a minority like you, Fatprick.” “Uh, lad, they’re after us because we tried to annex them first,” Kraps says, trying to get him back on track. “Pfft, classic apologist,” SpongeCock says, as he hits a button on his remote. “BRACE FOR IMPACT!” He yells, as everyone ducks down on the ground. 
We see the leaves on the pinyapple peel back, as the roof is now a flat surface. A clear shield now covers the entire surface area of it, as the Bikini Bottomites are now able to see them. Murmuring is heard in the crowd, to which one of them remarks “Hey, they’re getting away!” “FIRE!” Another one of them says, shooting his gun at them. The bullet, however, deflects off of the shield and hits him right in the face. Cut back to the shield, it is now levitating over top of the actual pinyapple. It becomes clear that SpongeCock has assembled an aircraft, as they continue to ascend, with Fatprick and Kraps losing their balance. “Don’t worry. I learned this in the airforce,” SpongeCock reassures. “Wait, dad, you served? You never told me that!” Fricky replies, to which SpongeCock simply shakes his head. “Nah, I didn’t. I just thought it would sound cool.” He turns back to continue his response to Fricky. “Hell, if I did, I’d be going against my own men-” he gets disrupted by one shot cutting through the shield, going right through one of SpongeCock’s holes and eventually wearing out. “OH SHIT!” He yells, then immediately goes back to the control panel.
“OFF WE GO!” SpongeCock takes flight of the ship, as he’s now drifting it all throughout the water as he eventually gets out from directly above SpongeCockia. “Look!” Shattered Penis proclaims. “They’re flying above Bikini Bottom territory!” “INTRUDERS!” L’fuck the Lobster is now seen, with the officers looking up at SpongeCock. “LET’S GET THEM!” He pulls out a rocket launcher, to which Shattered Penis holds him back. “L’fuck, aren’t you supposed to be rooting Trump on at the debates? I’m sure he could use your pride.” “Oh, yeah! I’ll just use this rocket launcher on any Biden supports,” L’fuck says, quickly fleeing. 
“Phew,” SpongeCock says, wiping his forehead. “We got away.” “Uh… SpongeCock?” Shitward says, grabbing his attention to some Bikini Bottom aircraft behind him. SpongeCock takes a glance, to which this time, he doesn’t freak out. He instead toughens up his attitude and presses a button that puts the ship into turbo speed. As they take off, we see one of the Bikini Bottom ships doing the same thing, matching their speed and taking off with them. SpongeCock does several maneuvers with the ship, but the opposition is right on their tail. They launch a homing missile, that SpongeCock sees in the reflection of the glass. We then get a head on shot of the ship rotating, trying to dodge out the missile. 
“We need to fight back! Fatprick, drop the load!” Fatprick sticks his thumb up. “YES SIR!” he then pulls his pants down, starting to lotion up his hands. “NO! NOT THAT LOAD! I meant the excess weight,” he says. “Oh, right,” Fatprick giggles, as it cuts to a shot of the ship from the underside. A trapdoor opens that Fatprick pushes a large sex doll down, as we see it fall in the air. “Say, why did we even have that in the first place?” SpongeCock asks. “Well, I wanted to make one thing about this trip good,” Fatprick says, we then randomly cut to Assy outside her treedome. She sighs, closing the door behind her as she walks out. “Maybe a walk will help me jog my mind. Hm, do I really think I could be queer?” She then stops to think, as an increasingly enlarging shadow appears over her. She looks up at the last second, as we see the doll land on her, pinning her against the ground. She scans it, to which she starts to chuckle. “Well… maybe.” However a Bikini Bottom missile also falls on her, causing an explosion and wrecking her treedome. We then get a shot of her with a deadpan expression, taking a look at her shattered treedome. “Shit.”
A shot of the ship plummeting through the air is seen, as we cut to the inside where everybody is screaming except for SpongeCock. We also see the Bikini Bottom ship trying to swerve through the water, although the captain inside suddenly falls asleep. “Uh… sir?” Shattered Penis asks. He then turns to the rest of the crew. “Welp, they’re gone.” Cutting back to SpongeCock, a view of the ground is seen, and the screaming abruptly stops when they crash into it. The screen fades black, and turns back with everyone from the ship looking dazed and confused. “Ugh… where are we?” Fricky asks. “AND WHERE’S MY TOILET?” Fatprick shrieks out overdramatically. SpongeCock then looks up at a sign that says “Welcome to New Kelp City.” “Guys,” SpongeCock stops, as suddenly everyone else has snapped back into reality. “I told you we would make it.” “Wait, before we got here, did we ever think about if they would infiltrate SpongeCockia when we weren’t there?” Kraps questions, to which SpongeCock replies confidently. “I left Gory up to the job.” We then get a brief cutaway of a couple of the Bikini Bottomites sneaking into the pinyapple. “Haha, fucking idiots thought we were gonna be stopped,” one of them laughs, as they sneak around a corner in the home. Gory is seen, as he grows in size and lets out a roar. Both of the guys scream and run out, dropping their guns along the way. “Meow meow,” Gory laughs as he returns back to normal size.
MEANWHILE…
The episode cuts back to Area 51, where Juice and X are in the cell late at night making the song. Sully is seen putting together the equipment. “Can I at least be credited on the song for this?” “No,” Both Juice and X say simultaneously. “No one knows who Sully the Alien is. Everybody knows who we are,” Juice says. X corrects him. “Hot ass tentacle dude, not alien.” Sully ignores them and instead starts directing them, as we hear X starting to rap.
Fuck the Air Force, they a bitch for real
Juice and I stay in the club, poppin’ pills
Then they come after us and act like we killed
Tryna knock us off our grind cuz we tryna make a mill
Locked in a cell, it’s not my first time
But now, I didn’t commit any crimes
Life’s a trap, but thoughts circlin’ in my mind
Area 51 just been keeping us behind
Sully nods in acceptance, as the beat continues for a bit before Juice starts rapping.
Not the first time I put shit up in my system
But I collapsed, I thought I blacked out to the rhythm
Locked in Area 51, I miss the life that I’ve been livin’
But now they crossed the line so I gotta start the dissin’
Whistleblowin’ crimes like the train keeps comin’
Lil thotty on my mind, so I gotta keep cummin’
Sully stops the beat real quick, in reaction to the last line. “Woah, woah, woah, that was outta pocket, you know.” Juice eyes him off. “Just put the beat back on.” Juice then finishes his verse.
Took some perkys, now I’m feelin’ like I’m summoned
United States Air Force, detaining people for nothing
Sully claps after both of them have gone, showing approval. “Gentlemen,” he says, “I just hope you’ve built enough of a fanbase before you got taken in. Because people need to hear this one, it’s our only hope.” X starts laughing. “Oh don’t worry,” he assures him. “People think we’re dead so they’re gonna start listening to our shit. Trust me, we hear all about it.” Sully’s eyes widen. “How do you know?” “The aliens in the cell next door tell us,” Juice says, as two aliens walk in front of their cell. They start making alien sounds, which appear on the subtitles as Actually, we never told you that. It’s just common sense that people claim they listen to musicians when they die, despite never actually listening to them while they were alive and putting out music. They then walk back, as both X and Juice say “thanks, guys.” “Welp,” Sully says, “time to post this. We’ll be getting this place exposed in no time.”
				AT NEW KELP CITY
We cut back to see SpongeCock, Fatprick, Shitward, Kraps, and Fricky walking down the streets of New Kelpy City. The scenery around looks quite beautiful for that of an urban area, and they come across several people wearing masks on the streets living their everyday lives. “So I guess this is what a place without fascism is like, huh?” Shitward asks. “Yeah. We should just move here, this place is great.” “Uhh….” Fatprick says, sounding forlorn. “Yeah, yeah, it sure is,” he says nervously, as his smile quickly fades away. “Fatprick, what’s wrong? Everytime you visit a new place you rush for the nearest toilet to take a mondo duke,” SpongeCock points out, as everyone stops and stares him down. “Right, right,” he continues to giggle. “Allow me to excuse myself.” Fatprick starts hightailing off the screen to which everyone else looks over at him blankly before looking back at each other. “So anyway,” Kraps goes on. “I need to go loot some people. That’s what I do when I see any random place, anyway.” “No, Mr. Kraps,” SpongeCock replies, as they enter an unmarked alley. “We’re here to launch negotiations with them. We can’t root the fascism out of Bikini Bottom on our own, you know,” he corrects Kraps. “Yeah, about that…” Shitward says, nervously, “you may want to keep a lookout over there.” 
The camera pans over to see a police force striking a New Kelpite with a baton. “WE KNOW IT’S YOU! YOU’RE THAT BIKINI BOTTOM SCUM!” One of them shouts, to which the guy starts whimpering. “Not answering, eh? RAID HIS POCKETS!” The gang all looks cringed out by the attack, as the officers now start rooting through his wallet. “I GOT HIS ID!” One of them yells. “IT TURNS OUT YOU SIR ARE…” we then see a shot of the ID, showing that he was from New Kelp City all along, “....a natural born citizen?” “Yes!” The guy says, yanking the card from the officer, and then storming away angrily. “Well if it wasn’t him… it must be YOU!” He says, pointing at SpongeCock and the gang. “Shit!” All four of them yell simultaneously, as they get handcuffed by the force. “You four thought you could get around are strict immigration laws, couldn’t you?” “Immigration?” SpongeCock asks. “Fuck no, we just wanted to speak with the president here.” “Nope, you wanted to cause havoc here, didn’t you? Because you hate it?” “N-” “Well let me tell YOU something, damn fool,” the officer continues, “if you hate our city so badly, then just LEAVE IT!” “We DON’T hate the city,” Shitward stresses out, “We literally wanted your help to defeat-” The camera then zooms out to show that all four of them are outside of the wall of the city, and the officers are now driving away. “Welp. We’re screwed,” Shitwards ends. “So much for being anti-fascist.” “Yeah, THAT’S ME!” Fricky says, while bursting into his Antifa clothing.
				CUTAWAY, AT THE CUM BUCKET
“SpongeCockia, ey?” Sheldon says, looking through a pair of binoculars. “More like, SpongeCockia! Heh! Oh wait…” he says, realizing that he is simply an idiot. He then goes back on a phone to receive a call. “Ah, guy I gave a blowjob to, how’s it hanging?... What now? SpongeCockia…. mmm hmm… just… left?... mmm hmmm…. I see…. Well then, we’ll just do what any fascist buffoon would do in this situation. I’ll call up New Kelp City and have them install some batshit insane policy that a democracy like them would never accept, but they’ll still listen to me because I lead Bikini Bottom and we’re the supreme race.” He hangs up the phone, but before dialing New Kelp City’s number he mumbles to himself. “Damn, I really am starting to sound like Hitler.” Polfgecks652 then rolls up next to him. “Don’t call yourself that. You’re a GOOD fascist, like me.” 
				BACK TO CURRENT DAY
“Well anyway, we can’t let this stop us. We will talk to the president of this goddamn city, in the name of SpongeCockia! Right, Fatprick?” SpongeCock looks over to see that Fatprick isn’t standing next to him, as he quickly freaks out. “FATPRICK?! WHERE THE HELL DID YOU-” “He went to take a massive shit, don’t you remember?” Kraps asks. “He’s still in there… and he’s gonna be destroyed on his own shit, probably.” “Well, we’ve gotta break back in,” SpongeCock revs the gang up. “We can’t fail him.”
We cut to the inside of New Kelp City, where Fatprick runs into the town hall. “Time to launch a nuke that Bikini Bottom only hopes they had!” As he runs through the hallway, he gets stopped by a guard manning a gate. “Sir! If you’re gonna be taking a massive shit, please at least wear a mask,” he says, as Fatprick nods and puts one on. “Oh, right, sorry,” Fatprick turns back, and then continues to go towards the bathroom. He then gets stopped by the guard again. “Hey wait… you wouldn’t happen to go by the name of Star?” “Ye, that’s me, Fatprick Star, as I live and eat. (Ice cream cake).” The guards picks up a phone and says “sir, he’s here,” before getting up to greet Fatprick. “Ah yes, the president’s been looking for you ever since you arrived here,” he says. “Good to see you weren’t affected by Bastard’s orders.” “Woah, Bastard?” Fatprick asks. “Pffft, grow some balls, this is your city, not his.” “Well, yes, but… eh it’s a long story. Just go into the room, next door on the left.” The guard says, going to sit back down while putting a gun on his table. “He’s been dying to see you, and since we don’t see many starfish here, I kn-“ “Okay okay okay, whatever, just let me see him,” Fatprick says, storming off. We see him rounding past a corner and entering a room.
“Hi, I’m Fatprick Star,” he introduces himself. “I hear you presidents have massive shithouses,” he days, before the camera pans on the president, whose back is to Fatprick. “Yes…” he says, with a mysterious sounding voice. “It’s about time…” he spins around to see Fatprick, “that you dropped by.” Fatprick gasps, clearly shocked by what he’s seeing, as he talks to the starfish president. “DAD?!” “That’s right,” he says, as he flicks forward a nametag that says “President Fatdick Star.” “Long time no see, son. Look, I’m real sorry about all those times I beat the everloving-“ “I’m not worried about that right now,” Fatprick admits, cutting him off. “You mean to tell me that YOU managed to become president of this place? How come you never told me?” “I thought we cut off communication,” he says. “But now that you’re here, seeking refuge from the cold hearted pits of Bikini Bottom, I suppose it's time we work together to reach a common goal.”
“Right… right…” Fatprick seems to understand. “Now here’s the problem, I don’t understand any of what you just said, and in fact, the actual brains of the group are walled off from here because of these so called ‘immigration policies.’” “Son,” Fatdick says, as he gets out of his chair and goes to place a hand on Fatprick’s shoulder, “that’s the most sophisticated thing I ever said. Now I’ll only slap you twice as hard.” “...I thought you said you regretted abusing me,” Fatprick questions, crossing his arms with an angry expression. “Yes, totally. Anyway, our border patrol was just to make sure Bikini Bottom tries to invade. Say, you and your friends aren’t spies of any sort, right?” “No, in fact, we don’t even live in Bikini Bottom,” Fatprick says. “Just get my friends in here and we can sort this out,” Fatprick demands, as the episode cuts back to the debate.
MEANWHILE, IN AREA 51
We see the prisoners in Area 51 all in the cafeteria, as Juice, X, and Sully are all sitting together while eating. “Sully, bro,” X asks, “how are the views looking? This shit’s gotta be trending on twitter, isn’t it?” Sully sneaks a phone under the table, while looking through his Titter feed. “They all like the song because it’s you two on it,” he says, as both of them dap each other up. “But none of them are getting the message. Hell, all of them think it’s just a  posthumous release,” he says. “So basically, neither thing we were looking for was met here.” Juice tries to say otherwise. “That can’t be it, people gotta be able to understand my songs. Let me call up some obsessed fan of mine, he’ll vouch,” he says, while grabbing the phone and punching in a number. It picks up, with Lil Grizz being shown on the phone. “Hello? Don’t bother me, I’m jacking off to my anime girl collection.” 
“Yo Grizz, it’s me, Juice,” he says, trying to grab his attention. “That can’t be possible, Juice died in December.” “No, trust me, I’m actually Juice… didn’t you listen to my song with XXXTentacion? I’m stuck in Area 51…” “OH! I thought that shit was just some old recording,” Grizz says, while putting aside his pics of anime girls. “That was a good song, quite orgasm worthy if I may say so myself.” “Did you get the message, at least? “Well, I’m gonna be honest,” Grizz tries to listen. “I can only comprehend music about sex, drugs, and money. I didn’t even notice you were talking about Area 51, I guess that just goes to show how deep your music is!” “NO YOU BLASTED BUFFOON!” Juice says. “Oops, sorry. But I said Area 51 several times, I was literally trying to say how they force the media to say that rappers are dead while inhumanely bringing them here, just to test shit on them. How didn’t you understand that?” 
Grizz draws a blank. “I don’t know what nine of those words mean.” Juice facepalms as he tries one last time to reason with him. “Look, just do me a favor. It’s obvious 70% of the people out there only listen to me because they think I’m dead, and don’t actually care for what I say. Just… break it to them, and hopefully, this place gets torn to shreds.” Grizz is on the other line, taking a glance at his anime girls. “Alright, as the 30% who actually cares… I think… I’ll do it,” Grizz says, as he turns back to his anime girl pics. “Alright, see you later Juice, I need to do things that no 12 year old should be doing.” We cut back to Area 51, as Juice hangs up. “Gentlemen, we’ll be alright,” Sully says, as Andre the Giant comes over to scold them. “NO PHONES ALLOWED!” He shouts, as they all run away from him.
				BACK AT NEW KELP CITY
We see SpongeCock, Fatprick, Kraps, and Fricky trying to stack up on top of each other to get over the wall. However, with Fricky on the bottom, it ends up toppling over. “Fricky, you weak ass,” SpongeCock scolds him. “Ah yes, because I’m strong enough to hold you three up.” “You should be,” SpongeCock urges, as we hear an increasingly loudening noise. The camera pans over to see that it’s a large missile with “Bikini Bottom” on it, and it’s aiming right at SpongeCock. “Jeez, just what we needed. RUN!” All of them move out of the way, as the missile just misses them and blows a hole in the wall. SpongeCock looks up after his face planted right in the ground, as he wipes sweat off his face. “Phew. We better get going there. They’re after us big time,” he says, as the four of them rush through the hole, as the camera cuts back to the town hall. 
“Son, I know you probably don’t want to hear it, but I’m sorry I was a shitty father,” Fatdick says, while holding Fatprick’s hands. “I really don’t care, as I said. I just wanna take a massive dump and get some help to battle Bikini Bottom.” We see SpongeCock and company bust through the door, seeing Fatdick and Fatprick conversing. “SPONGECOCKIA IN THE MOTHAF- Fatprick?!” SpongeCock says, as they all get confused. “You chose to take a shit in here?” “No, no… well yes,” Fatprick admits, “but it turns out my dad is the president here. Who would’ve thought?” “Well, probably the audience, considering you told me the story and it wouldn’t make sense if it was never referenced again, especially in a season heavily reliant on contin-” “ENOUGH OF THE WISE CRACKS!” Fatdick says. “Oops, sorry Mr. President,” SpongeCock says while bowing. “We need your help.” “Yes, Fatprick told me. So you mean to tell me Bikini Bottom wasn’t the way after all?” Everyone rolls their eyes as Shitward steps up. “That’s not the point. The point is simple. Bastard’s giving it to us in the ass, and clearly he’s doing the same to you. Step up, grow some balls, and maybe we can make a deal.” “Damn, Shitward,” Kraps comments from the back.
“Alright, alright, fair, agreed. Listen, we’ll give you all the aid you so desire, if you do us a favor,” Fatdick says. An ominous zooming in is shown on both him and SpongeCock, as Fatprick steps between them. “Okay, the episode has gone on for far too long, just end it already.” The ominous music stops, as the episode ends on a deadpan tone.
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