Gang Bangers

"Gang Bangers" is the third episode of Season 3 of Life in Bikini Bottom, and the 32nd overall.
==Characters==
*SpongeCock SquarePants
*Eugene F. Kraps
*Fricky SquarePants
*Scotty Kraps
*Sloppy Puss (debut)
*Sheldon D. Bastard
*Polfgecks652
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*Match
*Tyce
*Travis Penile
*Antifa Members
==Synopsis==
Fricky and Scotty are sent to a new school in accordance with the new government. However, they get suspicious of Mrs. Puss, who they later find is part of an underwater gang. Meanwhile, X and Sully get adjusted back to life in Area 51.
==Plot==
 AT AREA 51
“Alright, Mr. Onfroy,” one of the Area 51 guards say, “you thought you could pull a fast one, did you?” He says this as they pull up to the prison area of the base, XXXTentacion being on the other side and Sully on the other. “Nah, man,” says. “I thought I had some hope. Not many people like me make it out, you know. In the rap game or Area 51,” he finishes off. “Yeah, yeah, that’s what they all say. We won’t be done doing tests on you for a while. You too, Exodus 69,” the guard says, pointing at Sully as he directs them both to a big cell. “You guys must be pretty goddamn dense to mistake a squid for being an alien,” Sully says. “For christ’s sake, this is Area 51. Don’t you guys have some sort of DNA data? Or anything to confirm I’m not Exodus 69?” “Well, yeah,” the guard responds, “but I don’t really feel like getting it. You see, it’s on the entire opp-“ “Damn fool.” Sully and X both utter before being thrown into an empty cell.
 AT BIKINI BOTTOM
We then cut to SpongeCock’s pinyapple, where Fricky is in his room polishing his sneaker collection, holding his pair of Air Jordan 11 Space Jams. “Leader Bastard can’t steal these from me,” he says. “I’ll need to call my Chinese boys if he tries to pull some bullshit.” At the moment, Fricky hears several taps at the window of his room, causing him to gain suspicion. He walks over to the window, opening it. “Look, if you're here for the one night stand, my dad’s room is the next one over.” However, he looks down to see Scotty climbing up a ladder to the window. “Huh? Fricky, it’s me! Scotty,” Scotty says, climbing into his room. “Why’d you come through the window? Couldn’t you have just come through the front door?” “Apparently I have to be sneaky so Leader Bastard and his goons don’t see me,” Scotty explains. “Plus, you told me Donald Trump came here, so I just didn’t want to walk through the same place he did.” “Ah, makes sense,” Fricky remarks. He puts his sneakers away and pours himself a glass of Sprite. “So what’s up?” “Didn’t you hear? The new government is shutting down our school,” Scotty tells Fricky. “We’re getting directed to a new one.” “Oh, I thought you were about to say we were pardoned, similar to damn fool and infamous racist Joe Arpaio,” Fricky says.
Fricky then pours a thing of cough syrup into the sprite, beginning to stir it. “If only we were like those American damn fools. Online school only.” “Haha, imagine wanting to live in America,” Scotty says. “Be careful, Scotty,” Fricky warns him. “A lot of neocons are gonna be offended by that statement.” “You say that like it’s a bad thing,” Scotty rolls his eyes as they say cheers with their styrofoam cups. “Welp, here’s to a new school, probably even more fascist than our old one,” Fricky says, as he starts to sip on his cough syrup. His eyes turn purple as he collapses on the ground, causing Scotty to worry. “Fricky!,” he bends down, “are you alright?” “No!” Fricky says. “This cough syrup just brought me back to reality!” As he screams.
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!
We see Fricky and Scotty walking up to their new school, which is a few shades darker than their old one. They look at each other in distress as they stop walking. “Well… the government sure got creative,” Scotty says. “Pffft, what are they gonna do? Force us to go?” As he asks, Bastard comes running up with a whip. “Yes!” He then slashes both of them as Biden comes walking up, laughing. “Hold on, Sheldon, lemme get some action too.” Fricky backs off, yelling “NO! We already have Trump as a pedophile! We don’t need you too.” “Well, kids,” Bastard taunts them, “we just want you to go to school. Now. So you can be straightened out.” Scotty laughs. “No thanks. That’s Timothy Peppermint’s job. Besides, what are you gonna do about it?” “Well, young man,” Biden says, “I chose Kamala as my running mate for a reason. So she can prosecute your parents if you continue this blasted truancy,” he threatens. Fricky and Scotty gulp as they reluctantly enter the building. “Welp,” Bastard says, “time to go sell more weapons to Saudi Arabia.”
“Wait, why did we make a school again?” Biden asks, genuinely confused, not even just his dementia. Yeah, really. Bastard leans in, telling him “we need to poison their young minds. So, I hired a bunch of fascists who can help us. Remember, we’re the good guys. We are.” Trump then comes in out of nowhere, nodding his head in agreement. “I agree! Just make sure you didn’t hire any domestic terrorists.” “TRUMP?!” Bastard shrieks. “What the hell are you doing here?” “I’m simply giving you advice. I’m a fascist, you’re a fascist. We can work in harmony.” “Sorry, Trump, but you’re just not doing enough,” Biden intervenes. “I’ll be the better warmongering imperialist, you’ll see.” “Yeah, what good ol’ Mr. Biden said,” Bastard agrees. “Now run along! Go lie at the RNC or something.” Trump nods as he heads his way. However, him and Biden share a wink before he fully heads off. “So, what is this school about again?” Biden asks, causing Bastard to facepalm.
We cut to inside the school, where Fricky and Scotty are walking down the hallways, making their way around the treacherous building. It’s a lot different from their previous school, as several robot teachers roll their way through the hallways, monitoring every move by its students. Fricky and Scotty find a sign that says “Principal’s Office” and walk in. “Hm, maybe they’ll help us,” Fricky says, as he makes his way to the desk. “Hello? This government might suck, but could I at least get some help here?” Polfgecks652 rolls up to the front desk, immediately confronting them. “Why don’t you stop using your tongue in such an impulsive manner?” He asks. Fricky’s eyes bulge. “YOU! What’s your fascist ass doing here?” “No, YOU’RE the fascist here. I respect consensus!” “What does that have to do with anything?” Scotty asks, as Polfgecks shoots him a dirty look and proceeds his help. “Anyway, you two sick scallywags have been assigned to Mrs. Puss’ class. Now vamoose while I go and fuck this grapefruit!,” he says, slapping Fricky and Scotty as they share a deadpan expression. “Welp, this guy is DEFINITELY Leader Bastard’s aid,” Scotty says. “Yeah, we already knew that,” Fricky says, as he takes a hit from his juul and goes off to class.
 AREA 51
We see X and Sully sleeping in their Area 51 cells, while multiple guards march by. X starts mumbling the lyrics of “Hope” in his sleep before an alarm sounds off, blaring in their ears. “AHHH!!!” Sully screeches, as a guard comes in. “EXODUS! ONFROY! Time for rollcall,” a guard that looks like Andre the Giant yells. “Hey, fat bitch, don’t tell me what to do! Wait, are you that Andre guy?” The guard slaps him across the face before nodding. “That’s racist!” Sully says, as he spits in his direction before heading off to roll call. We then cut to a guard calling the names of the prisoners. “Michael Jackson!” “Here… can I have crack now? And kids? PLEASE!” Before he pulls his dick out, they move onto the next name. “Isaac Hayes?” Hayes raises his hand. “I wanna make sweet love down by the fire!,” he sings, before the guard cuts him off. “Hey! Music is the enemy of the people! Cease that devil work.” He checks off his name as he keeps going. “Jahseh Onfroy?” X says here, as he ducks down out of sight. “And finally,” the guard says as he flips the page, “Exodus 69?” Sully facepalms as he yells again. “How many times do I have to tell you? MY NAME IS SULLY!” “SECURITY!” the guard yells, as Andre the Giant comes back over and smacks him with a baton. “You’ll be demoted to dog food with pigeon piss instead,” he says, as Sully lays in distress. “Pfff… welp. I wish I still had Fricky’s bed so I could jack off on it. Speaking of Fricky,” he says, pointing to the audience, “time to check back up on him and Scotty!”
 BACK TO HELL (NOT THE FANON WIKI)
Fricky and Scotty continue to walk around the halls with a slip of paper in their hands, signalling their room number. “Hm, it should be this one,” Fricky says, pointing to a door with several cobwebs and splinters across the surface. They both gulp as they go to open. “Welp- SCOTTY! WHAT THE FUCK-” Scotty is shown to be sticking his dick in the crevice of the door. “Uhhh…” Scotty moans in relief, while Fricky grabs him off the door and opens it. “Sick son of a bitch, I almost mistook you for Match!” Fricky then looks into the class to see the students and Mrs. Puss gives them a dirty look. “You’re late,” Mrs. Puss says. “Class is to start at 8:30 SHARP.” “Well, I’m sorry that I had to rip that extra juul,” Fricky says snarkily, before Mrs. Puss picks the two of them up, throwing them into a desk. They’re both shown to have hit their head upon the fall. “Ugh…”
“Well, you two blasted buffoons, I am Mrs. Puss, and I’ll be your new teacher at this newly established institution. Your first rule - NO JACKING OFF!” Mrs. Puss looks at Match, whoms across the room. “Oh come on, why is that rule 1?” He asks, crossing his arms. “Look, I’ll just follow the rule Polfgecks gives me. Although I’d kill him if given the chance.” Fricky and Scotty stare at her with a blank expression? then turn to each other. “So she works for him but wants to kill him at the same time? Huh?” Fricky asks. “Maybe she means kill him with kindness,” Scotty responds. “Scotty, what show are we in?” “Good point.” 
We hear a bell ring as transition, as the whole class is beginning to take notes on a government presentation. Mrs. Puss is at the front of the class, trying to teach the class. “So, class, as Bikini Bottom citizens, we are under the fascist government of Bikini Bottom” she explains. “Boo!!!” Fricky shouts. “I can’t believe we’re a terrorist state!” However, a kid across the class throws a dildo towards Fricky, which he dodges. “Hey! You’re not supposed to load me up with sex toys until AFTER class,” he shouts, but we cut to see Tyce wearing a Keep Bikini Bottom Great hat. “How dare you disrespect our amazing nation like that,” he says back. “MURICA AND ‘KINI BOTTOM!!! YEEEEEEHAW!” Mrs. Puss comes over to grab his hat off of his head, looking down on him. “Excuse me, there shall be absolutely no political bias in our classroom.” She then goes back to her desk, putting the hat on it. Fricky stands up and runs over, confused. “Ma’am, while I appreciate you ridding our classroom of no-good neocons, *no* political agenda? I thought Polfgecks and Leader Bastard were trying their best to elect Joe Biden.” Mrs. Puss looks around, starting to sweat. “Um, yeah, they are, hehe… I’m just trying to be fair is all.” Travis scoots out from his desk as well. “And wait, did you say our classroom? I thought you preached absolutism, not communism… because if you are a communist, then oh boy, this boner in my trousers is 100% warranted!” Mrs. Puss looks around the class, trying to find a way to distract their suspicions. “You know what, we’ve had quite a lot of work this morning. How about we all take a lunch break now?” The entire class shrugs, getting up, while rushing out the door.
 30 MINUTES LATER
Cut to the school cafeteria, where we see Fricky and Scotty sitting down, bored. Fricky drinks out of his thermos of lean before he finally tries to talk. “Jesus, this shit is way too long. I need to get home so I can go reteet a bunch of sexually charged posts about sharks on Titter,” he says. “That’s disgusting, you need to be detained immediately,” Scotty says. Fricky nods his head before pounding the table. “But so does Mrs. Puss! I gotta say, that bitch seems hella suspicious. And it ain’t the fake tits, either,” he points out. Match sits next to them, joining their conversation immediately. “Dudes, she’s definitely sketchy. Dressed in all that black, that black and red flag on the walls? What kinda teacher does that?” We cut to see Match staring at Mrs. Puss who walks by the cafeteria. His eyes start to bulge as he covers his crotch. “Excuse me, I need to take a much needed trip to the restroom,” he says, while sprinting out into the halls. Fricky and Scotty share a deadpan expression shortly before getting up from their table, following Mrs. Puss into the classroom. They hide behind a wall, waiting for her to get a little ahead. While looking, they see her ass bouncing around, as Fricky gets mesmerized. “Oh boy, look at that badonkadonk!” Scotty slaps him across the face. “FRICKY! STOP SIMPING FOR MRS. PUSS! She’s a suspicious motherfucker.” “Yeah, true. I just wish she was Ms. Puss instead,” he says.
They inch closer to the classroom, and decide to hide behind a locker while peeking inside to spy on Mrs. Puss. They watch her sit at her desk, as she dials a number on her phone. “Hey, Fricky, I’m pretty sure-” Fricky slaps Scotty mid sentence. “Scotty, you idiot, shut up! This is important!” Mrs. Puss starts talking on the phone. “Hey, we need to meet up later by the Krusty Kock. They’re onto us,” she says. Fricky and Scotty start to think as they inch closer to the door. “Yeah, after Trump calls us terrorists, they’ve definitely kept a larger eye out for us. But we’ll rebel against the system, I know we can. We need to intercept the weapons sent oversees,” she continues, while putting on a black mask. “Weapons sent oversees? Trump? Terrorist? What the hell is going on here?” “She’s gotta be a plant. No one that thicc could be onto something like that!” Scotty tries to reason before being shushed by Fricky again. 
“But we’ve gotta be more careful. I swear, these kids I’m teaching have a good ear,” she rambles, causing Fricky and Scotty to gasp. “There’s a sponge and a krab who are on my ass. If they find out what I’m doing here, the whole operation is a bust!” Fricky and Scotty sit back down on the ground, covering their mouths in shock. “We’ve heard enough. Time to bounce.” They both run off as we cut back to Mrs. Puss talking. “I swear, one of them looks familiar… this might not be so bad after all,” she says, while hanging up. “Ah… now time for some pleas-“ she begins to say, about to take out a vibrator before she hears the bell. “Goddamnit.”
 BACK TO AREA 51 (ALTHOUGH YOU PROBABLY DON’T CARE)
Sully and X are shown outside in a field, carrying boxes across the plains. We see Andre the Giant whipping both of them several times while chanting “Work! Work! Work!” “Oh shit, I’m boutta fall!” Sully shouts, while he collapses with the boxes falling on him. “EXODUS!” One of the guards comes out to reprimand him. “No one told you to take a break! You are to carry all of these weapons to the chopper so we can drop them all off to Sheldon Bastard.” Sully picks up a box and throws it at him. “Well no one told you to take a break either!,” he says, as he also reminds him yet again that he is not an alien. “NO TALKING BACK!” “How else am I supposed to respond to you?” Sully says with a smirk, as X shakes his head, scurrying off to avoid what’s coming up. “Alright that’s it mister,” the guard threatens Sully. “You know what happens!” “Actually, I don’t, because I’ve never been here before.” “GO BACK TO YOUR CAGE! We have to inject you with more estrogen for testing,” the guard says, picking up Sully and slinging him over to the side. Sully shares a look of defeat as he mutters “I hate this place.”
 BACK TO BIKINI BOTTOM
We cut to the Krusty Kock, where Fricky and Scotty pull up, hiding behind the door. “Shh!” Fricky signals, while peeking in to see Mr. Kraps and SpongeCock talking. “So, SpongeCock, your salary is getting cut. Tremendously.” “Well, it always gets cut, Mr. Kraps. What do you need the money for this time?” Kraps shakes his head. “Bastard. He’s taxing us more. Which is why I need to lay you off like $27, which is also the amount that Polfgecks652 has to send Travis Penile on GayGal.” SpongeCock nods, as they start to walk out. Once they lock the doors, we see Fricky and Scotty jump out. Fricky yells “Dad!” while Scotty yells out “Uncle Eugene!,” with SpongeCock and Mr. Kraps looking confused. “What are you two doing? We rented out the place to a gang of some sort. I dunno, they seemed pretty sus, but hey, more money that I don’t have to pay your dad!” Kraps says, while SpongeCock folds his arms. 
“THEY’RE HERE!” Scotty yells. “Uh, duh, dumbass. That’s why we came here,” Fricky reminds him, while Scotty continues to feel like a blasted buffoon. “Okay, but be home by 10, Fricky. I need you to help me unclog Fatprick’s toilet, since unclogging Bastard’s made me weak as a bitch.” “Yeah, yeah, whatever you say, dad, now SCRAM!” SpongeCock and Mr. Kraps shrug as they go their separate ways. Scotty and Fricky look around the corner of the door, as they see Mrs. Puss chatting with an assault rifle in her hands. A banner with the Antifa flag is hung up in the Krusty Kock, prompting the two of them to finally break in. “Alright, got that crowbar?” Fricky asks, as Scotty nods and hands it over. “Three, two, one, GO!” Fricky yells, as he slashes through the wall using the crowbar, and he lands on a table in the restaurant. “Scotty, we’re i-” Fricky looks over at the group to see several guns pointed at him, prompting him to put his hands up and gasp. “Yeah, we’re not that good at breaking in,” Fricky sighs. 
“FRICKY! SCOTTY!,” Mrs. Puss scolds them, as she walks over. “Don’t kill us, Mrs. Puss, please! I just wanted to see what you and your ooga booga people were up to!,” Fricky says, while Scotty lets out a “I’m horny.” However, one of the gang members shoots a bullet at them, causing a slow motion scene of Mrs. Puss shielding them to occur. She gets hit, then starts laying on the ground in pain. Fricky moves his hands so he’s able to see again, as he’s shocked at what happened. “Huh?” Scotty says, continuing to stare at Mrs. Puss. “SLOPPY! Why are you shielding these clear nazis?” “No, Jillian,” Mrs. Puss gets up to tell her off. “These are the students I was talking about!” Fricky and Scotty stand up, trying to make sense of the situation. Fricky takes a puff from his juul so he can understand it all, needing to soak it all in. “Okay, just tell me. And I’m not a nazi! I only said Mein Kampf to vent to my German teacher,” he tries to reason. “Mrs. Puss, what is this shit?” “Well, Fricky, “you may think I’m just a teacher. But that’s just my side hustle - I’m actually a member of Antifa.” “ANTIFA?!” Scotty screeches. “You mean like-” “Yup, Anti-Fat Ass,” Mrs. Puss corrects him. “Anti-fascist was taken.”
“Wait, so I was right the whole time? You ARE anti-establishment?” Fricky asks. “Indeed I am. Antifa is a good cause, really. The media just focuses more on our most violent outbursts, like when we shot up ICE,” Mrs. Puss explains. “We want to cease the fascism, and we will get what we want. And you’re a perfect candidate for our next mission - blowing up that school.” “Well,” Scotty responds, “I can certainly see why they think you all are terrorists.” This remark causes the rest of the gang to aim at him, before Mrs. Puss signals them off again. “You two want Bastard out. We want Bastard out. You two want a left-wing utopia, we want a left-wing utopia. And some might say that the establishment is holding us back, but I say fuck the establishment,” Mrs. Puss continues in her recruit. “So what do you say? Wanna join us and restore peace to Bikini Bottom?” Fricky and Scotty look at each other, as we cut to the rest of the gang taking off their masks, showing several background fish from the show. Fricky is still hesitant, however. “I’m sorry. I believe in the cause, I really do. But at the end of the day, it really doesn’t feel right. Let’s go Scotty.” As they start to walk out, Mrs. Puss offers one more arrangement.
“Wait! There’s more,” Mrs. Puss holds them off. “There may be something in it for you two.” This gains the interest of the two of them, who come back through the wall opening. “Scotty, I’ve noticed how horny you are. Not as horny as that other kid who bolted to the bathroom, but I think you might like this.” She gives him a card, guaranteeing a free PornWhore Premium membership. “Oh hell yeah! Deal!” Scotty shakes her hand. “Great. And Fricky, for you, I have something you’ve probably been wanting to know for your whole life.” Fricky’s smile enlarges. “What female masturbation feels like?” “No, that’s Scotty’s payment. But have you ever stopped to think about why you’ve been raised by one parent - SpongeCock - your entire life?” Fricky shifts his eyes as he thinks harder. “Huh? I always guessed he just banged some random chick at a party, she didn’t get an abortion, couldn’t pay child support, and here I am today.” Mrs. Puss shoots a deadpan expression. “Yeah… but I have closure. Not only do I know the whole context, but I know the missing puzzle piece - I know who your mother is, Fricky.” This causes Fricky to back up in shock, widening his mouth and kneeling down. “Are you sure?” Mrs. Puss nods as she reaches her hand out. “Alright, I’ll do it. I guess it would be cool to find my mom, maybe.” Mrs. Puss leans in. “Yeah, SpongeCock did you dirty. You need to know.” Fricky shakes her hand, as he looks around, trying to find Scotty. “You know where Scotty went?” Fricky asks. We then see him walking out of the bathroom with a speaker hooked up to PornWhore. “As 16th president of the United States Abraham Lincolm stated in his famous Gettysburg Address, THAT was a fantastic orgasm,” he says.
A few days later, we see the whole gang hiding behind a shack in the school backyard. Fricky and Scotty are shown dodging rooftop cameras, while planting mines on the school for detonation. They both hop down a ladder, running to the rest of the gang. “She’s all ready,” Fricky signals, as the remote is pressed and all of the gang run out of the radius. We see them shielding for the explosion, which shatters the school into debris. Mrs. Puss gets up to look at the area, which was once a fascist school, now a trail of ashes. “Welp, we did it,” Scotty says. Fricky daps him up. “Yup. We’re in good hands with Antifa.” It then cuts to the last of the school, where we see Match alive at a desk with his pants down. “Uh…. awkward,” he says, as he runs off the property with his pants down.
 ONE LAST LOOK
“Goddamnit, day one SUCKED,” Sully says, slamming the door to his cell shut. He chisels the smegma off of his squid penis as X looks away in fear. “That’s sus,” he says. “Do that without another homie in your cell.” “Well all this estrogen is making me feel not like a homie. Soon enough my dick will fall off,” Sully says. As Goldfein comes walking by the cell, staring at Sully, Sully flips him the bird, causing him to shrug and frig off. Sully smiles as he goes back to sleep. “Well, good night Jah. I hope we can record a banger soon.” “Good night, Squid boy,” X says. “Too bad we can’t without these guards jamming their hands in our jeans. Besides, who here could we possibly make some heat with?” At that point, their cell door opens, causing Sully and X to hide under their covers. “Dafuq?” X says, as the mysterious shadow starts to inch closer to them. 
We then hear the figure start to sing “Not scared to love, just scared of love.” He then turns on the lights to reveal himself, as X and Sully start to realize how much of an idiot they are. “Juice?! Is that you?!” The camera flips to show that the figure is Juice WRLD, who sits down next to X. “Yeah, it’s me. Time to fill you in on everything. It’s more than just a lucid dream,” he says, as X and Sully shoot looks at each other while the beat to “Come & Go” by Juice WRLD & Marshmello plays, thus ending the episode.
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