The Molten Lava

The Molten Lava is the sixteenth episode of Season One in Welcome to Fancyland!. It was written by FireMatch.
==Plot==
When the mayor of Fancyland decides to allocate more funding towards opening a new restaurant, much of the town protests.
==Synopsis==
SpongeBob is watching the dancing sea anemone on TV, when it suddenly gets interrupted by a news flash.
“Breaking news!” the news anchor says. “Mayor of Fancyland, who requests his real name not be disclosed, is allocating funds towards the founding of a new restaurant called… The Molten Lava!”
“What?!” SpongeBob yells. “But this can’t be! The Krusty Krab is the way to go!”
“Oh but it can be! The restaurant will have its grand opening in three days. Wow, that’s fast!”
“Three days?! I gotta tell Mr. Krabs before it’s too late!”
Cut to SpongeBob at the golden Krusty Krab, ready to tell Krabs the news. Mr. Krabs comes out of his office, sobbing.
“Oh, SpongeBob! It’s terrible. They’re opening a new restaurant just two blocks away from us!” he says. “I’m starting to wonder if this place is monarchy or anarchy… I don’t wanna be replaced by a volcano!”
“We have both a mayor and a king. I really have no idea which it is,” SpongeBob says. “Say, I wonder if the king knows about the news.”
Cut to King Fishington taking a bubble bath.
“Ahh…” he says, but not before having his bath cut short by his butler.
“Sir, funds are being allocated towards a new restaurant called The Molten Lava. I think this will affect funding towards your home,” the butler says.
“My home? No! I must do something about this,” King Fishington says as he gets out of the tub.
Cut to Squidward seeing the news on his TV.
“I don’t care.”
A construction site is seen near the golden Krusty Krab. Several Fancyland citizens are protesting the construction.
“Molten Lava, Smolten… I’ve actually never come up with a protest slogan before,” a fish says.
“Will we ever see new roads again?” another says.
“Will my little Jimmy be able to get his vitamins?” another asks.
“I thought Jimmy was dead.”
The mayor is seen driving his limo across the street, and sees the protesting near the site.
“Mr. Flesh, stop here. I need to say something right here, right now,” the mayor says.
“On it,” Mr. Flesh says. “By the way, you know I don’t like being called that.”
The limo door opens, and the mayor pops out of it. A bystander notices and warns the protestors. They all ditch their posts.
“Scaredy-snails…” the mayor mutters. “Everyone, listen up! I know it’s a lot to take in, but trust me, the Molten Lava will be the best restaurant in the universe. Actually, omniverse!”
“Wow, must be gre- nope I don’t believe it,” a fish says.
“Nothing can ever beat the Krusty Krab!” SpongeBob yells.
“Yeah, what that landlubber said!” Krabs says.
“Very well, then,” the mayor says. “I’ll make you a deal. If every single person in Fancyland signs this here petition, the Molten Lava project will be cancelled.”
“Sounds good to me,” Krabs says. He takes the petition from the mayor. “I promise you that every single citizen who lives here will sign it.”
“We’ll see about that,” the mayor says smugly. “Toodles!”
The mayor gets back into his limo and drives off.
“Who wants to sign the petit- oh you’re already doing it,” Mr. Krabs says as everyone is rushing to put their signatures onto the petition.
Soon enough, all the protestors have signed the petition, including SpongeBob, Mr. Krabs, Patrick, and even Gary and Squidward.
“Meow.”
“That’s right, Gary. Your first signature!” SpongeBob says.
Mr. Krabs takes the petition back, and travels to other parts of the town to take signatures, including downtown, the bad side of town, and around town. A montage plays of this occurring, and it cuts to the golden Krusty Krab, where Krabs is counting the signatures.
“597, 598, 599… 600! Whew! And let’s check the population of Fancyland!” Mr. Krabs pulls up his phone and sees that the population of Fancyland is 602.
“Only 602? Wow, talk about small. The mayor shouldn’t count towards the petition, which means there’s still one more person that hasn’t signed yet… King Fishington.”
“I wonder what he thinks of the news,” SpongeBob says.
“How did you get in here? I locked all my doors.”
“Something I’ve noticed about you… you haven’t used hardly any sailor talk ever since we moved here!”
“Being richer than rich can change a man, SpongeBoy, and I think that’s exactly what’s going on with the king.” Krabs sniffs the air. “I smell… mutiny!”
“How?”
“I can smell several things from a mile away. Come with me, boy. I’ll show you.”
Mr. Krabs and SpongeBob are then seen hiding behind some kelp plants. In the distance is King Fishington’s mansion.
“Follow me, boy,” Mr. Krabs says.
“There’s the Krabs I know,” SpongeBob says.
“Shh!”
Krabs and SpongeBob get out of the kelp plants and sneak up to the mansion’s front doors.
“Those are some large front doors,” SpongeBob remarks.
“Indeed they are. Now let’s go inside.”
SpongeBob pulls on the doors, but they won’t budge. Instead, an alarm sounds.
“Rats!” Krabs says. “We could get caught. Quick, boy, lay low!”
Krabs lays low on the ground, and SpongeBob follows suit. A nearby camera scans the area, and doesn’t detect either of them.
“No trespassers detected,” a speaker declares. “Exiting intruder mode.”
“Looks like the coast is clear,” SpongeBob says. “Should we get going?”
“We should.”
SpongeBob and Krabs once again approach the double doors.
“Don’t worry, I’ve got this,” Krabs says.
He uses his claw to pick the lock in the door, and opens them.
“A little ol’ thing I learned in the navy.”
“Cool,” SpongeBob remarks as they head inside.
The mansion is well-lit but deserted.
“Okay, boy. You go that way and I’ll go this way,” Krabs says as he heads to the left side of the mansion. SpongeBob heads to the right.
Krabs finds a bathroom and enters. However, all he finds are generic bath things.
“Talk about a show-off. This guy’s got an entire diamond for a sink handle!”
Then, he notices King Fishington’s phone laying on the sink.
“Bingo! Idiocy!”
Krabs swipes his phone and attempts to unlock it. However, it denies him access because it uses face recognition.
“Drat! I can’t catch up with all this new technology.”
Meanwhile, SpongeBob is searching every single room on the right for clues. He enters the master bedroom.
“Nothing… except for some dirty socks. Eugh!” he says.
Then, he enters the game room.
“Ooh, fun! No, Mr. SquarePants, now is not the time for games. Although the arcade machines do look tempting…”
SpongeBob instantly rushes to the machine and starts playing away.
“Take that! Ugh, this game is a lot harder than I remembered.”
“SpongeBob!”
SpongeBob screams, as Krabs is right behind him.
“Where did you come from?” SpongeBob demands.
“Is that even a question? Anyway, I found the king’s phone.”
“His phone?! Wow! He has lots of cool stuff in this game room, too.”
“Yeah yeah, but it’s his phone! Who knows what vital info is in here? We just need to find a way to get past the face recognition.”
“Oh, Krabs, you silly barnacle.”
SpongeBob pulls out a self-portrait of King Fishington himself.
“He sure takes pride in himself,” SpongeBob says as he unlocks his phone with the portrait.
SpongeBob browses his phone’s notes app and finds nothing.
“Who even uses the notes app anymore?” he asks himself.
Then, he goes into the messages app. He finds a conversation between Fishington and the mayor.
“This is getting HOT and spicy!” SpongeBob says out loud.
“What?” Krabs says as he takes a look at the phone’s conversation.
Fishington: I’m really upset that there’ll be less funding towards my mansion.
Mayor: I see. What if I told you that I could allocate more funding towards your mansion instead of using it to pave the roads? It’ll make you rich!
“Not the roads!” SpongeBob says.
“Shush, boyo, I’m reading,” Krabs says.
Fishington: It’s a deal.
Mayor: Great. Anything for the king, even if it means making sacrifices.
“This is an outrage,” SpongeBob says. “We need to confront him right now, and tell him that what he’s doing is wrong.”
“Uh, SpongeBob?”
“Just a little longer, I need to continue ram-”
They both hear the king’s footsteps.
“Come on, boy. Let’s get out of here before he spots us!” Krabs whispers.
“Why are you whispering?” SpongeBob asks out loud.
“Who’s there?” Fishington demands.
“It is me, SpongeBob SquarePa-” Krabs covers his mouth before he can finish.
“So, the intruder alarm failed me once again. I knew I should’ve upgraded it sooner or later. What’s the big deal, huh? Rummaging through my stuff to find dirt about me?” Fishington says. “Well I’m not tolerating this any longer. Get out before I call the cops!”
“Good luck with that,” Krabs says, snickering.
“What’s so funny-?” Fishington realizes his phone is missing. “I lost my phone again!”
“And we have it!” SpongeBob says. “And we found a conversation between you and the mayor. You won’t get away with this.”
“Oh no I won’t. I mean I will, I meant I will get away with this,” Fishington says.
As he says this, SpongeBob throws a carpet over his head.
“MMPH!”
“Sorry, can’t hear you over the golden carpet! It’s so lovely!” SpongeBob taunts.
Cut to SpongeBob and Krabs showing the protestors the evidence.
“This is outrageous!”
“I thought we lived in a good town!”
“I want my mommy!”
A news crew shows up.
“Perch Perkins here in Fancyland, live with breaking news: the mayor is corrupt? Let’s hear from some of the protestors.”
He puts the microphone in front of SpongeBob.
“Well, some texts were found of the mayor wanting to give money towards the king’s mansion instead of paving roads,” SpongeBob says. He then shows the texts to the camera.
“Yikes. Looks like this mayor has gone down the deep end. After this short break, we’ll be back with the best way to brush your teeth. Hint: it’s sideways.”
The mayor is in his office, eating donuts while filling out papers, when his phone rings.
“Hello? Yes… what?! They know?! Ugh… I guess the jig is up. I’ll have to cancel the plans.”
The mayor gets up, and exits his office. He arrives in his limo, and makes an improvised speech.
“People of Fancyland, I am here to (partially) apologize for my actions. I have made a severe lapse in my judgment, and I am sorry. I will hereby withdraw the plans to allocate funds towards the new restaurant. Good day, everyone.”
As he steps back into his limo, someone throws a coconut at his head.
“Patrick would’ve loved to see that,” SpongeBob says. “But wait. What’s gonna happen to Fishington?”
Cut to Fishington’s crown being ripped right off his head.
“Aw man, it was attached to my head!”
“Doesn’t matter. You can’t be king anymore after your reputation has been tarnished,” the butler says.
“But-”
“Ler.”
Fishington has a deadpan expression as the screen fades to black.
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