The Takeover (Fancyland)

The Last Stand is the fifteenth episode of season three, and the fifty-fifth episode overall of Welcome to Fancyland!. It was written by FireMatch. It is the second and final part to the series finale.
==Plot==
The citizens of Fancyland try to stop Elon Musk from taking over Fancyland.
==Synopsis==
Continuing directly from the previous episode, it cuts to everyone in Fancyland panicking over their loss of money. Several citizens are screaming, some people’s eyes fall out, some outright melt, and some just pass out on the spot.
Mr. Krabs is seen sadly closing the Krusty Krab. A tear streams down his face as it cuts to several other businesses closing due to the economic crash, including the Fancier! and Upturn’s mall. Cut back to SpongeBob and BlackJack, walking beside each other while formulating a plan.
“You should really tell me your plan,” SpongeBob tells BlackJack.
“Just wait!” BlackJack snaps at him.
They continue to walk in silence, then they arrive at a wall.
“That’s just a wall,” SpongeBob remarks. “I don’t see where you’re going with this-”
BlackJack pulls a secret lever, and they both fall through a now opened trapdoor. In the secret room are several hushed figures huddled around a table, wearing dark outfits. They all turn to look at BlackJack and SpongeBob.
“We would like to join your alliance,” BlackJack says as SpongeBob waves sheepishly.
One of the members gets up, blinks her eyes, and looks at the duo.
“Really, huh?” she says. “Welp, we’re always willing to accept new members.”
The alliance leader gives the duo their outfits, which they promptly put on.
“So, what alliance is this anyway?” SpongeBob asks.
“We’re the AMA, the Anti Musk Alliance,” the leader tells him. “We’ve been against Elon Musk’s schemes for Neptune knows how long. We’ve always known, but nobody listened to us until recently.”
“Hi, SpongeBob,” Patrick says, in the outfit.
“Patrick?!” Squidward says, shocked. “Why are you here?”
“Why are YOU here?” SpongeBob asks.
“The free food makes it well worth it,” Patrick says as he pats his fat belly. He burps, which disgusts Squidward.
“Anyway,” the leader continues. “We plan on taking Musk down by making sharp weapons out of abandoned buildings. However, we still need to find out where he’s hiding. Do either of you two perhaps know where he’s hiding?”
“I’ve been running calculations all day, no dice,” a nerdy eel with glasses pipes up.
“Drat,” the leader says. “We need a Plan B to locate him.”
BlackJack bangs his fist onto the table. “Let me handle this.”
Bubble transition to a remote location in Bikini Bottom, where Elon Musk is chuckling in his submarine’s office chair, flipping through a mound of cash.
“I can’t believe it! I’m by far the richest man alive!” Musk cheers in delight. “No more liberals. No more (dolphin chirp)s! No more anchovies, no more flounders, just… me!”
Musk then cackles in delight as the stocks app on his phone shows the rapidly crashing economy in the world.
“McDonald’s, gone. Discord, gone. Nickelodeon, gone. Grimes’ bank account, gone. All of their assets are gone. GONE! MUHAHAHAHAHAHA! With Fancyland’s fancy unlimited money, I WILL rule the world! I win! I win! I WINNNN!!!!”
Elon cries tears of joy as it fades back to the AMA discussing amongst each other.
“How about we make a gigantic mace to CRUSH THEM all?” one suggests.
“No, how about a bunch of crossbows?” another suggests.
“Quiet, everyone!” the leader yells. “Ahem. These are all great ideas, but we need the KILLER weapon. One that can kill anyone no matter how rich and famous they are.”
“A catapult!” yet another suggests, who then gets pelted with tomatoes. “Aw, come on! I was onto something!”
“No, you weren’t,” the leader says. “Also, the big man still needs to figure out where Elon is right now.”
“He’s a rich guy,” someone else says. “Surely he has like anti-detection technology or something.”
“FOUND HIM!” BlackJack shouts as he shows everyone his findings on a computer.
“That was… quick,” the leader says as she takes a closer look at the computer screen. She traces her finger along the map, which leads to Bikini Bottom. “Neptune. I didn’t even know our computer was capable of such a thing.”
“Just a little tech insider info, that’s all,” BlackJack says. “Was a part-time hacker.”
“You sure are a criminal, cousin BlackJack,” SpongeBob tells him.
“Hush, little man. It all works out in the end.”
“So we now know exactly where the guy is,” the leader says. “All we need to do now is track him down and take him down.”
“What about the weapons?” someone asks.
“Oh yeah, the weapons. BlackJack and his… cousin… can tear materials off some buildings and make some.”
“I dunno about this,” SpongeBob says with concern in his voice. “I’m not the vandal type.”
“Remember, kid. Do it for anarchy! Do it for Fancyland! Do it for the WORLD!”
“YEAH!” everyone else shouts in unison.
“Well… I’ll do it!” SpongeBob says enthusiastically.
“Let’s go, bub,” BlackJack says, running out of the building as he drags SpongeBob along with him by the arm.
Bubble transition to SpongeBob and BlackJack in front of an abandoned shop.
“Do we really have to do this?” SpongeBob asks.
BlackJack tears off a portion of the shop’s exterior. “Yes. For the money– I mean uh, Fancyland.”
“Riiiight.” SpongeBob hesitantly tears off a smaller portion of the shop’s exterior.
“Faster!” BlackJack shouts.
“Okay, okay!” SpongeBob catches up to BlackJack’s pace of tearing apart the building and gathering materials.
The scene fades into the night, where SpongeBob and BlackJack are pulling a wheelbarrow full of various materials from abandoned buildings.
“Now that wasn’t so bad, was it, kid?” BlackJack says.
“Not terrible,” SpongeBob replies.
“Now you’re gettin’ it.”
The duo enter the secret building with the wheelbarrow of materials. They both set it down and everyone cheers.
“Don’t cheer just yet, everyone,” the leader says. “Oh, by the way, yellow cheese, call me Tanya.”
“Okay, Tanya,” SpongeBob says, giving a thumbs-up.
Cut to Elon Musk, who is chugging several Kelp Shakes at once in his submarine.
“Aughhhh…. I’m so full…” he manages to get out before he abruptly blacks out on the floor.
Just then, Elon’s phone rings. Grimes is calling. However, Elon does not answer, but Grimes does leave a voice message.
“You stupid [dolphin chirp]!” she yells. “You stupid, [dolphin chirp], [dolphin chirp]! Where’s the child support?! Just five minutes, you might say? Well, I don’t have five [dolphin chirp] minutes! We had three kids together, and you don’t care about a single one of them. …Oh, you think this is funny? You’re always playing your stupid money games. You care too much about the game. Stupid gamer. [burps] I don’t even know why I’m saying this, but… I wanted you back. But now… [burps] I just realized that I really don’t. That’s that. Bye.”
The voice message ends as it fades back to the AMA, who are now driving along the road in a Jeep. The vehicle is mostly covered in a black tarp.
“It’s a little cramped in here…” SpongeBob says, crushed in between BlackJack and Fred.
“My body!” Fred yells, which makes the others shush him.
“Shh, we could get caught!” Tanya says in a hushed voice.
Just then, a police officer approaches the vehicle.
“Told ya,” Tanya says.
“So, uh, what’s with the tarp?” the officer asks.
“Oh, um, it’s nothing really,” Tanya responds. “I have a bunch of valuable stuff back here that I don’t want anyone to see so they can’t steal it.”
“Can I see it?”
Tanya hesitates, then responds again, flatly. “No.”
“Well, miss, you are an odd fellow, but I must say, you drive a good Jeep.”
The police officer walks off as Tanya high-fives the other AMA members.
“That was cheap,” Squidward remarks, before being shushed. “Typical.”
“We’re getting close,” BlackJack says.
“But we’re in the middle of nowhere,” Squidward says. “How can we even be remotely close?”
“I was afraid of this,” Tanya says. “We’re gonna have to go… underground.”
“Do we have any digging equipment?” someone asks.
“I am NOT going to be the drill,” another says.
“Of course we have digging equipment,” Tanya answers. “BlackJack, cheese head, use your materials to create a drill.”
“I’m on it,” BlackJack says. He meticulously twists some metal from the wheelbarrow into a functioning drill. “Haha, probably a new record. Let's do this.”
He promptly pushes the drill into the sand and starts drilling into the ground. The others set on foot to follow his path.
“How much longer are we gonna have to walk for?” Fred asks. “MY LEGS are tired.”
“We’ve only been walking for five minutes,” Tanya says. “Suck it up.”
“I think I see something up ahead,” SpongeBob says, pointing to a green figure with a pickaxe in their hand. “Let’s go say hi!”
“Maybe they know where Elon is,” Tanya says. “Good work, cheese kid.”
They then approach the figure, who spots the crew and waves.
“Hey, strangers!” he says. “What’s crack-a-lackin’?”
“We were wondering if you knew where Elon Musk’s submarine is located,” SpongeBob says.
“Why would he know where that is?” someone asks.
“Oh, he’s right nearby,” the miner responds. “Believe me, he is OBNOXIOUS to work near. So much gold around here, though. C’mon, I’ll show ya.”
The miner opens a secret underground door, and enters the room, with the AMA following along.
“He’s really not good with this secrecy stuff. The submarine is right here.”
In front of the group is Elon’s submarine, completely unguarded.
“Unguarded?” BlackJack asks. “Without any traps? Security? Anything?”
“I played a prank on him recently,” the miner says. “Completely. Unguarded.”
BlackJack rubs his hands together. “Imagine how much money I can get from this fool…”
“Let’s not be hasty now, BlackJack,” Tanya says cautiously. “He could still be awake.”
Elon’s loud snoring can then be heard.
“Wow,” BlackJack remarks. “This is just too easy.”
“Impressively incompetent,” Tanya says. “Well, I’ll let BlackJack and his sidekick sneak inside and steal back all the spoils.”
“Is it really stealing if he stole it in the first place?” SpongeBob asks.
“...fair point. Try to do it quickly though, we don’t have time to lose.”
SpongeBob and BlackJack look at each other, then slither inside the submarine. They push themselves up against the wall and look around. Elon Musk is seen out cold on the floor amidst a pile of Kelp Shakes.
“Yeesh,” SpongeBob remarks. “He’s out good.”
“Makes this easier for us,” BlackJack says. “Hurry, though.”
SpongeBob gives an affirming nod as they both glance around the submarine. BlackJack enters the restroom, and SpongeBob looks in Elon’s pockets.
“Little man, why are you looking in his pockets?” BlackJack asks. “He’s gonna feel that and wake up.”
“He’s out cold,” SpongeBob says. “Also, you never know.”
“I guarantee you you’re not gonna find much in there. Look somewhere else. I’ll be in the bathroom.”
BlackJack searches inside the bathtub and pulls the drain plug. The water drains out of it, and nothing of note can be seen. He shakes his head as he rummages through the cupboards, breaking several valuable objects. However, he once again does not find anything, and shakes his head again. He then searches the kitchen, rummages through the cupboards again, and comes up empty-handed. He grunts in frustration as it cuts to SpongeBob sneaking up to Elon.
“C’mon, SpongeBob,” SpongeBob thinks. “You got this.”
SpongeBob very hesitantly and slowly reaches into Elon’s pockets, to which he pulls out a small cube with all of the loot.
“So that’s how he stole it all,” SpongeBob thinks. “Technology. Ugh.”
SpongeBob sneaks out of the submarine and gestures to BlackJack to escape. He follows, and SpongeBob holds out the cube.
“I thought– I–” BlackJack tries to say in awe. “Anyway.”
As the two try to go away, Elon wakes up and instantly approaches them in anger.
“Do I have to shoot you liberals?!” Elon yells at them.
“No, don’t shoot!” SpongeBob pleads. “I’m SpongeBob, remember?”
“SpongeBob. I ALWAYS HATED YOUR SHOW. GET BACK HERE!”
SpongeBob and BlackJack begin running away with the cube. They manage to reach the others, but Elon soon catches up.
“So,” Elon says. “You guys wanna give the cube back? Or do you wanna die?”
“DO OR DIE!” the AMA all yells at once.
Elon chortles. “Well, okay then. There’s no way you’re beating me though, I’m the richest man in the world!”
“We can stop anyone!” SpongeBob yells. “Even you!”
Elon scoffs and pulls out a laser rifle. He aims it directly at SpongeBob, and gives him an order.
“Let. It. Go.”
SpongeBob hesitantly lets go of the cube, but another member instantly snatches it and runs off with it. Elon starts growling, and he grows abs and begins pounding on his chest. He puts the AMA in a bubble which magnetically attaches to his belly.
“So,” Elon says. “This is how it ends. Not the first time I’ve had to use this, and it won’t be the last. Do not underestimate Elon Musk with abs.”
“We’ll put on a proper fight!” Tanya shouts. “Right, everyone?”
“Right!” the others shout.
Elon sighs and shrinks back to normal, popping the bubble. “Fine. I guess it is the… RIGHT thing to do. See what I did there?” He laughs, to which no one else does. “Trust me, it’s funny.”
A Mortal Kombat-esque countdown appears on-screen.
“3… 2… 1… FIGHT!”
Elon grabs SpongeBob and immediately slams him to the wall. SpongeBob is unaffected, however, due to his spongy body. Frustrated, Elon grabs SpongeBob again and tries to strangle him, to no avail. He tries shooting him, but keeps somehow missing as SpongeBob dodges the bullets.
“Give… up.” Elon says.
“Nuh-uh!” Patrick says, shaking his head.
“Grrr… I wish I had friends that could fight on my side.”
“Too bad you don’t have any of those,” SpongeBob says. “AMBUSH!”
Suddenly, everyone begins attacking Elon, and a fight cloud appears. The fight cloud wanders all around the cave, and some spiders and bats enter the fight cloud as well.
“Ack!” Patrick shouts. “I’m allergic to bats!”
Just then, Patrick inflates like a balloon, sending everyone in various directions. They all hit the ground with various injuries, including Elon.
“I usually love inflation, but not like this!” Elon says. “Time for the Tesla Killbot app!”
Elon pulls his phone out of his pocket, face scans to open it, goes to the Tesla Killbot app- and he’s already knocked out. Cool. Anyway, the AMA escapes to the surface with the loot cube.
Fade to the AMA giving the mayor the loot cube. They are all seen on the news, labeled as heroes, waving on the camera with smiles on their faces. Meanwhile, Elon is imposed in an impenetrable cage next to the mayor.
“I canNOt thank you guys enough for your hard work,” the mayor tells them. “In fact, have a room key!”
The mayor gives Tanya a room key to the most luxurious place in all of Fancyland: the Richie Rich Hotel.
“That’s only for prestigious people!” SpongeBob says.
“Guess who are?” the mayor says.
Everyone cheers as the scene fades to Elon in his impenetrable cage.
“Raugh!” he grunts. “There’s gotta be some way to get out of this cage. Wait, I remember! The mind chip I installed in my brain! It’s still there. I can use that to blow up the cage.”
Elon strains his mind to cause an explosion. Eventually this occurs, and he plops out of the cage.
“I actually didn’t think that would work. The cage is made of Elonium. Strongest material ever.”
Elon gets up and quickly escapes the jail, setting off prison alarms.
“H-HOW DID HE PENETRATE THE IMPENETRABLE?!” an officer shouts. “That’s impossible!”
“It is Elon after all,” another officer says. “You never know what’s up his sleeves.”
“They’re gonna think we’re incompetent because we can’t figure out how to keep him in our cells. He’s just impossible to work with!”
“Sadly true.”
Perch Perkins is then seen on SpongeBob’s TV reporting the news.
“Breaking news! Richest man on earth, Elon Musk, has once again stole all of Fancyland’s money! He’s just impossible, I tell you, Mark.”
“Hi, I’m Mark,” Mark says.
“Haha, of course you are. More at 5.”
SpongeBob turns off the TV in dumbfoundment, similar to his Surprised SpongeBob face.
“AGAIN? Ugh, it’s impossible to work with him!” he shouts. “C’mon, Gary, we’re moving back to Bikini Bottom. Way more soulful over there anyway.”
Gary meows in agreement as they begin packing up their things. Split-screen cut to several other Fancylandians having the same exchange as SpongeBob and/or Gary, including Patrick, Fred, Mr. Krabs, and even Squidward.
Squidward begins moving back into his home. He takes an exasperated sigh as he enters his old home. He takes a deep breath and shakily exhales.
“To be completely honest, if Mr. Musk is going to keep stealing all of our money, then what’s the point?” Squidward says. “We’d be even more broke than we were in Bikini Bottom! It’s not fair!”
Squidward pouts on the floor, and so does everyone else in separate scenes.
“It was truly a wonderful experience,” SpongeBob says. “But it’s just not the same at the end of the day. Honestly, I don’t even like gold that much! Too much reflection. Ack.”
“I’m allergic to gold now!” Patrick says, scratching his countless hives on his body.
The series logo shows up on a billboard in the background, and the camera zooms into it as an ending jingle plays as the episode ends.
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