Moon Races Remade

"Moon Races Remade", also known as "Gun", is the tenth episode of the first season of Leader Plankton! Remade, and the tenth episode overall.
== Plot ==
SpongeBob brings Patrick to Glove World so that he can distract himself from his mental health issues.
== Transcript ==
(Episode begins with a shot of a darkly lit room, with voices heard offscreen)
SpongeBob: (Offscreen) Patrick, can you just tell me what it is you want to show me? 
Patrick: (Offscreen) No, SpongeBob, you just have to wait until you see it. It’s been my pride and joy for 5 years!
SpongeBob: (Offscreen) Well, where is it?
Patrick: (Offscreen) In here!
Gary: (Offscreen) Meow…
(Suddenly the doors to the room fly open as a light glows through)
Patrick: Behold!
(Patrick turns on the light to the room, revealing that the room is filled to the brim with guns, knifes, and US flags)
SpongeBob: Patrick, what the hell is all this?
Patrick: I just told you! (Picks up a pistol) It’s my pride and joy!
(Gary moves away cautiously from Patrick and sits behind SpongeBob)
SpongeBob: Patrick, since fucking when have you been into GUNS?
Patrick: A man can have his hobbies, can’t he? 
(Patrick aims his gun towards a target on the wall, and hits bullseye)
SpongeBob: Patrick, I don’t know what to think of all this. I mean, of all people, you are probably the one who I would never expect to be into guns!
Patrick: Oh, what? Do my guns INTIMIDATE you?
SpongeBob: What? I never said-
Patrick: You probably are worried I will hurt someone with these guns of mine just because I have paranoid schizophrenic delusions at night and visions of me gunning down multiple people in cold blood! Grow some fucking balls, SpongeBob!
SpongeBob: Schizophrenic delusions? Patrick, are you okay?
Patrick: I AM FUCKING FINE. NEVER FUCKING BETTER. GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY HOUSE IF YOU ARE JUST GONNA SHIT ON MY FUCKING BEAUTIES LIKE THAT! 
SpongeBob: But I-
(Patrick fires a bullet at SpongeBob’s feet, causing him and Gary to run out the door in fear)
Patrick: Fucking wuss. Nobody understands me. Isn’t that right, me?
(He looks towards himself in a mirror, and the mirrored Patrick gives him a thumbs up)
Mirrored Patrick: That’s right, Patrick! Now kill them all.
Patrick: Huh?
(The mirrored Patrick is gone)
Patrick: Must’ve smoked too much seaweed. Oh well, now time to go back on the Bikini Bottom Incel Forums and see what they’ve got in store for me today.
(Patrick sits at a desk in his gun room, with his computer in front of him and starts browsing)
Patrick: (Clicks mouse) Hmm, abnormal amount of racial slurs today. I can’t agree with that. 
(Patrick starts a voice call with one of the incels on Skype, and we see clips of their conversation)
Patrick: What’s with all the racial slurs? I don’t think it’s right to use those words, Harold. 
Harold: Yeah well, you can’t (Video lags out making his speech incomprehensible)
Patrick: Uh, you’re lagging out again. Hello?
(Harold continues lagging and ignoring Patrick completely, until eventually he says something coherent)
Harold: And plus– we’ve g-g-g-g-g-g-g-g-ot it a lot ha-a-a-a-a-a (video cuts) than the minorities the liberal elite wants to keep-keep-keep making us think are d-d-d-d-discriminated agains-agains-agains-agains-agains
(The video abruptly ends as the words “CALL DISCONNECTED” are displayed)
Patrick: Now that he says it like that, in a way that I can barely hear or understand, I think I agree (Sighs as he shuts his computer off) I just wish this dude would pay for some better fucking internet. This is getting ridiculous.
(Cut to Patrick with SpongeBob and Squidward in Jellyfish Fields)
SpongeBob: Patrick, I caught one!
Patrick: Man, imagine…
SpongeBob: Imagine what, Patrick?
Patrick: Oh, I’m just thinking of how many of these stupid things I can catch if I were to bring my favorite handgun!
Squidward: Patrick, I’m starting to really worry about this gun habit. It must be even more joyless than me trying to catch those Goddamn jellyfish. Have you two thought about going to someplace nice to ease Pat’s mind off things? The boss is going to Glove World with Pearl and he offered me some tickets.
SpongeBob: Boy, we’d love to, Squidwardiard! Isn’t that a great idea, Patrick?
Patrick: (after moments of thinking, and gunshots and screams are heard in his brain) Sure, SpongeBob. I’d love to go!
(The voices in his head start talking to him)
Voice: Bring your gun, Patrick. In a public place like that, you can get your revenge!
Patrick: But my friends will be there.
Voice: What friends? Are you a fuckin’ pussy now caring about your “friends”? You’ve gotta make sure people know how unfairly you’ve been treated. I’m telling you, bring your gun and make a massacre out of that theme park.
Patrick: But… But… 
Voice: HEY, I THOUGHT YOU LIKED YOUR GUNS! DIDN’T YOU TELL SPONGEBOB TO GROW SOME BALLS?! WELL, WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOUR BALLS? I DON’T SEE ANY GOD DAMN BALLS. DID YOUR BALLS FALL OFF?
Patrick: But I-
Voice: YOU’RE GONNA GO TO THAT PARK WITH YOUR GUN AND YOU ARE GONNA LIKE IT. FLEX YOUR RIGHTS! IT’S YOUR SECOND AMENDMENT RIGHT, ISN’T IT? NOW GO! SHOW OFF YOUR SUPERIORITY!
Patrick: You’ve got it, voice in my head!
SpongeBob: You okay, Patrick?
Patrick: Yup. I’m gonna be juuuust fine.
(Cut to Patrick and SpongeBob at Glove World. SpongeBob is holding candy floss whilst Patrick is sitting on a bench with a knowing look in his eyes, carrying a white plastic bag)
Patrick: (Long sigh) I don’t know if I can do this, me… It just doesn’t seem right…
Voice in Patrick’s Head: THAT’S QUITTER TALK. YOU MUST EXERCISE YOUR SECOND AMENDMENT RIGHTS!
Patrick: But… can’t you see everyone else having fun? Each person I shoot I make someone’s day a lot worse.
(Pans around Glove World, showing many families of fish enjoying themselves. This pan starts with Nat Peterson and his wife putting clown face paint on their two kids, who are laughing)
Nat Peterson: Who’s my little clown boy, huh? 
Child: I love you, daddy!
Nat Peterson: Oh, I love you too, son.
(The next scene shows Mr. Krabs and Pearl at a carnival stall with a target that Pearl and Krabs are struggling to hit with darts)
Krabs: Come on, baby! Pearl needs a new coral necklace!
(He throws the dart and misses)
Pearl: Don’t worry, daddy, I got this. 
(She throws the dart and hits the centre of the target, before theme park tokens come splurging out of a cannon and hitting Krabs in the face)
Pearl: (stifling laughter) I’ll use some of these to get you facial reconstruction surgery!
(The next scene shows Karen and Ms. Puff holding hands on a rollercoaster with Plankton sitting on top of Karen)
Ms. Puff: You know, I always used to be so scared of these rides.
Karen: Me too! Mostly because Plankton was too small to fit in them.
Sheldon: Shut the fuck up!
Ms. Puff: With you, I feel so comfortable and safe… I love you, Karen.
(The two lean in for the kiss…)
Plankton: Oh, brother…
(...before the ride takes a sharp turn downwards and they all scream. The sound of screaming is still heard as we pan back to Patrick on the bench with his left hand planted on his forehead and his right hand firmly clutching what’s inside his bag)
Patrick: I just don’t think-
Voice: DO IT. DO IT YOU FUCKING COWARD. THINK OF HOW MUCH THESE FUCKERS WRONGED YOU. THINK ABOUT HOW THEY CALLED YOU WEIRD OVER YOUR GUN HOBBY. THINK ABOUT HOW THE GOVERNMENT COULDN’T CARE LESS ABOUT YOU. IT’S TIME FOR PAYBACK. 
(Patrick starts pondering a bit before he slowly and steadily begins shaking; he stares down at his bag as he angrily growls, clenching his fists with extreme rage. He begins hyperventilating, until SpongeBob approaches him)
SpongeBob: Well, Patrick? Are you having fun?
(Patrick doesn’t respond)
SpongeBob: Patrick? Are you okay? Patrick? Patrick?
(We see from Patrick’s point-of-view, where he is having delusions of everyone in the park dead on the floor with bullets in their heads)
SpongeBob: PATRICK! PATRICK? ARE YOU LISTENING?
Patrick: (After a brief moment of silence, he begins talking softly) SpongeBob… You’d better go home.
SpongeBob: Why, Pa-
Patrick: (Shouting) JUST FUCKING GO!
(SpongeBob nervously backs away, before running out the Glove World gates. Patrick exhales as he looks at his bag, and begins pulling his gun out while looking at 2 fish walking by)
Fish 1: Man, this was the best birthday I ever had! 
Fish 2: Hey, glad I could make it special. It cost me an arm and a leg, you know!
Fish 1: Haha, yeah. Here’s to several more years of being alive!
Fish 2: You said it!
(Suddenly, a gunshot rings in the park, as the first fish stands there motionless)
Fish 1: Jesus, what was that?! Did you hear that, dude? 
(The other fish doesn’t respond)
Fish 1: Dude..?
(Patrick walks down with his gun in hand)
Patrick: You didn’t hear shit. Now go and find your buddy in Hell.
(Patrick fires another round but the scene quickly cuts to a group of parents and children in the mini-golf area, hearing the gunshots, looking at the door, and seeing Patrick shooting several citizens, as everyone runs out the back exit in fear, however the children huddle underneath a desk. A Glove World employee is attempting to comfort the children, whilst another is talking to the parents)
Glove World Employees: I understand you’ll be worried, naturally, but know that we have contacted police and we are trying as hard as we can to identify the active shooter before we send anyone in. We are taking this threat very, very seriously.
(A gunshot rings in the distance as people scream; They huddle together)
Ms. Peterson: Where’s Jimmy?
Nat: Oh, uh… I thought he was with us. (starts to hyperventilate) Oh my God, where did he go? I can’t believe I’m such a–such a bad parent to lose my own–own–child. Come on, Nat, get it together, man.
(Nat grunts and starts running towards the exit of the mini golf course to find his son, but Glove World employees try and prevent his escape)
Glove World Employees: Sir, we will find your son.
Nat: I’M HIS FATHER! I gotta be out there, I gotta go get him!
(Nat pushes through the employees and the door, which he accidentally leaves open, shouting and looking for his son)
Nat: Jimmy? JIMMY?! DADDY’S HERE!
Jimmy: (faintly in the distance) Daddy?
(Nat hears this and runs towards Jimmy who is just a few metres away)
Nat: Oh, Jimmy, no need to worry, Daddy’s here. Daddy loves you. Let’s get you back safe in the golf course now, okay, son?
(A sobbing Jimmy is picked up by Nat before he hears the cocking of a gun. Nat realises he is staring down the barrel of Patrick’s gun and start to plead with him)
Nat: Come on, man, I’m just–I don’t know who hurt you, man, but I’m just trying to make sure my son’s safe. Take me if you want, just make sure Jimmy can’t see it happen… no son deserves to see his father go out like this. Please, man, I’m not trying to hurt you–
(Patrick, sweating profusely backs Nat, still holding his son, into a corner and continues to aim his gun at Nat’s head. He can hear echoing sounds from inside the golf course)
Ms. Peterson: (Offscreen) Is my husband gonna be OK?!
Ms. Puff: (Offscreen) Close the door!
Pearl: (Offscreen) Daddy, I love you!
(As Patrick gets ready to shoot, an angelic, holy voice is heard)
Patrick: Not the voices in my head again… I’m pointing a gun to an innocent man’s face, what else do you want from me?!
Angelic Voice: I want you to put down the gun.
Patrick: H-huh?
(We see the view of the man who is being held at gunpoint by Patrick; they do not hear the angelic voice and Patrick is talking to himself)
Nat: (Quietly to himself) what in God’s name…
(Cut back)
Patrick: I can’t not kill him! It’s my God-given right! I gotta make sure EVERYONE knows that PATRICK STAR is not a PUNCHING BAG! 
Angelic Voice: But Patrick… do you not see how much you are ruining yours, and other people’s, lives?
Patrick: It’s all worth it, though. I get my revenge. The world knows. They’re out to get me, Obama… YOU’RE OUT TO GET ME! Stay away from me, man…
(Patrick crawls down to his knees and loses the aim he had on Nat, barely keeping the grip on his gun.)
Patrick: I-I can’t see w-what’s wrong with what I’m doing. I’m doing what they did to me.
Angelic Voice: Patrick, there is no “they”. Nothing in life is a conspiracy, and I know you don’t ever want to hear this, but the bad things that happen to you aren’t due to some longstanding grudge the world has against you specifically. Patrick, no one gives a shit about you.
Patrick: E-exactly!
Angelic Voice: But that doesn’t mean anyone wants to see you dead. You’ve got people in your life that care about you. Your family. Your friends. The people who brought you here in the first place. The people you told to go home. The people who loved you, and are now fearing for their lives and safety in a mini golf course. If there’s anything people want to see you suffer for, it’s this. 
Patrick: It’s the g-government–it’s the world! They couldn’t help me… why should I help them?
Angelic Voice: It’s frustrating when systemic lapses in society lead to these kinds of situations. But what has given you the right to take the life of a father? A brother? A husband? A man?
Patrick: Don’t forget those two guys I killed on the bench.
Angelic Voice: I don’t think you’re understanding my point.
Patrick: (Sighs loudly) Oh, man… nah, I hear you loud and clear, Obama. Loooouuud and cleeeeeeaaar… (Stares down at Peterson and his son, then to his own gun, then closes his eyes as he exhales deeply) Advert your eyes, Mr. Peterson.
(Patrick hesitantly brings the gun to his temple and the screen cuts to black as a stark, distant gunshot is heard)
(The screen fades back to a press meeting outside Glove World, with President Snoop Dogg at the podium)
Snoop Dogg: Ladizzles and gentlemizzles… as with all of yizzle, I am deeply hurt by the tragedizzle that went down in Glove World today… 5 people had lost their lives because of Patrick Star opened fizzle at the park…Guns are a real problem in our culture, and no man should ever use them to exact revenge on others. Period, full stop.
Perch Perkins: So, President Dogg, does that mean you’ll implement gun control or further firearm regulations?
(Snoop Dogg laughs uncontrollably at the thought of Perkins’ question, slapping his hand on the podium, causing the crowd to start booing. He calms down eventually)
Snoop Dogg: (Wiping tears from eyes as his laughing slows down, leading him to exhale deeply) Nah, nah, but seriously, y’all… my thoughts and prayers go out to all those affected by this tragedy.
Angelic Voice: But sometimes, thoughts and prayers aren’t enough.
Snoop Dogg: Who the hell said that? I think we got ghosts again.
Angelic Voice: You know what? Fuck you. (Is heard getting into his car and driving away)
(Fade to inside SpongeBob’s pineapple house, where we see SpongeBob sighing heavily as he looks upon the fridge. Two newly-printed pictures have been placed onto the fridge: one of SpongeBob and Patrick and one of Nat Peterson’s wedding, where Nat is kissing his wife. The episode ends with a still image of the two photos side by side.)
== Trivia ==
* This episode actually has jack shit to do with Leader Plankton!
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