Fancy a Quarantine?

Fancy a Quarantine? is the twenty-third episode and the fifth episode of Season Two in Welcome to Fancyland!. It was written by FireMatch.
==Plot==
The Krusty Krab goes on lockdown after the Dirty Bubble starts a plague.
==Synopsis==
The Dirty Bubble is seen locked behind bars in the Bikini Bottom Jail.
“But this isn’t fair! It wasn’t me who stole the key to the city. It was my twin… Dirtier Bubble!” he complains.
“Yeah yeah, we totally believe you this time,” the jail warden says. “You’re only here for another whole day, Mr. Bubble.”
“Can you please not call me that?”
“Fine.”
24 hours later…
“Well, it’s been another long day in jail, but I’m finally free,” the Dirty Bubble says to himself.
“Yeah, big whoop. I still have to release some trashy celebrities that got too short of a sentence, so get a move on,” the warden says as he opens DB’s cell. DB flies out of prison, cackling.
“They’ll never know what hit ‘em! Bikini Bottom, here they come!” DB yells out before he sees that Man Ray is already terrorizing the town.
“Dang it, Man Ray, stole my job again! Now what?”
Dirty Bubble sees a little kid walking down the street and approaches him.
“Hey kid, can you do me a favor?”
“Sure brown bubble thingy,” the kid says.
“Name a random town you’ve heard of.”
“Fancyland.”
“Fancyland? Never heard of it.”
“It’s full of royal people and stuff. You can only enter if you’re royalty… I think. I dunno, I’ve never been there.”
“Royalty? Perfect. Thanks kid.” DB rushes off.
“I hope that bubble makes that town a better place.”
Cut to DB arriving in Fancyland. He sees all the fancy-looking people walking about, obviously filthy rich.
“Hohoho, look at what we have here! It’s the best time of year- wait why am I rhyming?”
DB flies around the town a bit, gathering his surroundings.
“Oh boy, this’ll be good. Who to terrorize first?”
DB then sees a little kid licking a golden lollipop.
“Almost too good to be true. Key word: almost. Two kids in a row, it’s my lucky day!”
The kid is about to walk around the block, when the Dirty Bubble captures him in himself.
“Hey! Let me out! My mommy needs me!” the kid yells.
“The only thing that needs you is me. And what do I need you for? I don’t know, I haven’t gotten this far. I need some time to think-”
DB isn’t able to finish his sentence before sneezing the kid back out.
“Uh… bless you?”
“Thank you. Now get lost!”
The kid runs away scared.
“Ugh, blasted allergies. I hope the stores around here have tissues…” DB walks off. 
Cut to the kid back at home with his parents.
“Hey Tommy, how was your morning walk?” his mom asks.
“Not- *coughs* very- *sniffles* good,” the kid says.
“Oh poor Tommy. Good thing we live in a rich society, right Harold?”
Harold, the child’s dad, is seen reading on his tablet, but doesn’t move a muscle.
“I think he means yes. Open up the airplane, here comes the choo-choo train!”
“Mom, that’s not even how it goes-”
The kid’s mom gives the kid a tablet (the medicine kind), and the kid swallows it.
“Now you should be instantly cured. Go on back outside, child.”
“Yes, mom,” the kid says as he walks back outside.
The kid is then seen playing in the leaves, as it’s fall. Then, he sees a neighbor kid bouncing on a trampoline, and decides to join him. They both enjoy bouncing on the trampoline. That is, until the kid sneezes onto his new friend.
“Dang, bless you!” the neighbor’s kid says, slightly offended. “I think I’m heading inside.”
“Fine…” the kid says sadly as he walks back to his own yard.
Inside his house, the neighbor’s kid goes straight up to his bedroom. He hides under the covers, hoping he didn’t get sick. Then, he starts getting the hiccups. Then, he hiccups out an entire mucus bubble that floats out a nearby window.
“Oh no…” the neighbor’s kid groans as he realizes what may happen.
The mucus bubble reaches high in the air, and then bursts, spreading its germs all over Fancyland. The only ones inside at the time are everyone in the Krusty Krab.
Cut to Mr. Krabs with his newly obtained gold bars on his office desk.
“Who knew that an old dump in this town could have so much treasure? 1, 2, 3, 4- did I just hear like twenty people sneezing at once?” Mr. Krabs gets up from his seat and looks out the window to see several people looking more browner than usual.
“Well that’s odd. Flu season doesn’t start this early around here. Something’s up.”
“What’s that, Mr. Krabs?” SpongeBob asks.
“SpongeBob! When did you get here?”
“The office door was open.”
“Stupid draft. Now, where was I? Oh right.”
Mr. Krabs grabs a megaphone and steps outside his office.
“Attention, loyal customers and everyone else! People are getting sick outside, so be careful! Stay inside while I count me booty!”
This causes a commotion amongst the entire restaurant.
“Pfft, a pandemic? Oh puh-lease,” Squidward says, casually stepping outside. “There can’t possibly be one this early in the season.”
Just then, a passerby says “Hello there!” to Squidward, and they shake hands.
“See? Nothing happened.” Squidward suddenly starts turning brown. “I regret my decision…”
“Not gonna lie, he kinda looks like chocolate now,” SpongeBob laughs.
“This isn’t no laughing matter, boy. It’s a full-blown epidemic,” Krabs says to him.
“Oh wow. So what do we do now?”
“Just stand guard until it blows over.”
“Blows over? How long will that take?”
“I dunno, anywhere between tomorrow and 10 years.”
“10 years?! I wanna get outta here now!” A random customer tries to run outside, but Krabs blocks the doors with his body.
“Nobody is getting in or out under any circumstances,” Mr. Krabs says. “Unless I allow it.”
“...Can you allow it now?” SpongeBob asks.
“No.”
Krabs then gets out a giant lock and puts it on the doors.
“So what are we gonna do for the next 10 years?” SpongeBob asks.
“Cook Krabby Patties, me boyo! It’ll make us famous.”
“Okay!”
SpongeBob goes behind the grill again and starts cooking patties. Krabs walks back to his office, satisfied.
“Everything will be fine, Eugene, everything will be fine…” Krabs says to himself as he goes back to counting gold bars.
(A few hours later…)
SpongeBob is seen yawning while still making Krabby Patties. His head then lays on the grill, burning him, and making him wake up again.
“Was it a dream, mommy?” SpongeBob says. He goes outside the kitchen and still sees that the same customers are sitting on the tables, bored out of their minds.
“I need to do something to entertain these folks.” SpongeBob starts brainstorming an idea, and gets one.
SpongeBob yells to get everyone’s attention. “Attention, everyone! I have an idea on what we can do while we wait!”
“It better be good,” one of the customers says.
“Trust me, fish man, it will be.”
SpongeBob brings out a bunch of patties and bunches them together to form a soccer ball.
“Woo! FOOTBALL!” a football player says.
“Wrong football, bub,” a soccer player says.
“Why you little-”
“Guys, guys, break it up. We’re playing soccer. Except this time it’s in an enclosed area and the ball is made of Krabby Patties,” SpongeBob explains.
“Then where are the goals?” one of them asks.
“Uhh…”
In a spontaneous act of thinking, SpongeBob pulls some empty tables out of the corner and uses them as goals.
“Play ball! I guess…” he yells.
SpongeBob places the “soccer ball” in the middle of the room, and blows a whistle.
“Wait! Where are the teams?” someone asks.
“Boys vs. girls, because why not,” SpongeBob says.
The boys get on one side, and the girls get on the other.
“Ah, a battle of the sexes, a classic,” Harold says.
“Those whippersnappers are goin’ down,” Old Man Jenkins says.
“The only thing that’ll be snapping today is your dentures when I’m done with you!” Nancy yells.
They all hear a loud sneeze outside of the Krusty Krab, but everyone just shakes it off.
“I wonder how Squidward’s doing,” SpongeBob says. “Anyway, play ball!”
Cut to Squidward outside, even browner than he was before. He is seen sneezing like a maniac, and is carrying a tissue box.
“Another pandemic, just what I needed,” Squidward says nasally, and he coughs up something brownish. This causes him to regain his color.
“Finally, I’m blue again. The color of sad…”
Cut back to the Krusty Krab, where the girls are winning against the boys 3-0.
“They’re beating us at our own game!” one of the boys says.
“Your game? It’s our game now!” one of the girls says.
“Guys, guys! We’re going about this all wrong!” another one says. “Instead of boys vs. girls, how about republicans vs. demo-”
The guy is interrupted by someone tackling him to the ground. SpongeBob blows his whistle.
“That’s not how the game works, you’re supposed to-”
Everyone starts tackling each other, and people outside the Krusty Krab start to take notice.
“Oh boy, a fight!” one of them says as they eat a bag of popcorn.
Multiple people start gathering around the Krusty Krab’s doors, and notice that the door is locked shut.
“It’s locked!” one of them says.
So, they start ramming into the Krusty Krab via battering ram. They eventually break through successfully.
“You could’ve used someone else, you know,” Tom says. “Now I probably have a concussion, oh…”
Everyone piles into the building, putting everyone else in panic. However, they can't do anything as the entire building is now crowded.
“Hey, we were having a good clean fight in here!” Fred complains.
“How about if I break your leg? Is that a good clean fight?” Tom says.
“Not MY LEG!” Fred says.
“You have a weird obsession with your leg, man,” Tony says.
“Everybody STOP!” SpongeBob shrieks as the whole room goes silent. “Can we all just calm down for a moment? A plague is upon us. Any second now, it could get much, much worse.”
Just then, all the infected people start sneezing like crazy.
“Wait, STOP!” SpongeBob yells. However, it is too late. A huge brown bubble forms, and breaks through the Krusty Krab roof, sending it off somewhere else in the sky. Everyone that was infected is now healthy.
“Much better…” some of them say.
“Wait, so you’re telling me we were safe the entire time?” Fred says. “What a rip!”
Everyone starts complaining, which gets the attention of Mr. Krabs, who goes to see what the commotion is all about.
“Guys, guys! What did I say about nobody leaving or coming in?!” he demands.
“It’s okay, Mr. Krabs. The pandemic is over,” SpongeBob explains. “Hopefully.”
Pan over to the newly formed brown bubble, which hovers over the Bikini Bottom prison. The Dirty Bubble is seen in a jail cell again.
“I didn’t even know stealing from a baby was illegal! I swear!” he protests.
“We’ve gone over this before, DB. Now quit your pouting,” the warden says impatiently.
The bubble bursts over the prison, infecting everyone inside. The episode ends with everyone coughing and sneezing.
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