SpongeBob Movie: Sponge Out of Water Junior Novel by Nickelodeon Publishing Page B

cried one of the seagulls. They all flew off, terrified.
    Burger Beard chuckled. He heard a toilet flush, and turned to see the door of a tiny portable potty open. Little Kyle came out.
    â€œWhere did evewybody go, Mistew Piwate?” Kyle asked innocently.
    â€œBOO!” yelled Burger Beard.
    Kyle shrieked and flew away.
    Laughing a loud pirate laugh, Burger Beard turned back to his food truck and got to work on his evil plan …

I nside the Krusty Krab, hungry customers sat around waiting for Krabby Patties that never came. Patrick sat at a table, famished. “Squidward!” he called for the millionth time.
    â€œStill out of Krabby Patties,” Squidward said automatically.
    SHLURP!
Patrick licked a photo of a Krabby Patty. “Does anyone have a picture of ketchup?” he asked.
    Sandy ran into the restaurant with a wild look in her eyes and announced, “I done FIGGERED it out!” All the starving customers turned and stared at her.
    She jumped onto a table. “We have angered the sandwich gods! Only a SACRIFICE will appease them!”
    â€œWell, that sounds reasonable,” commented one of the angry customers.
    â€œSoon our post-apocawhatchamacallit will be over, and Krabby Patties will RAIN DOWN from above!”
    Mr. Krabs frowned. “Rain down? Well, THAT’s nogood. How will I get me money?”
    A tough guy pointed at Mr. Krabs. “You don’t like that idea? Then we’ll sacrifice YOU!”
    â€œNo!” Mr. Krabs cried, drawing back. “You don’t want a crusty old crab like me! How about Squidward?”
    â€œWe’ll sacrifice HIM, too!” the tough guy said.
    â€œWell, anything’s better than working in this dump,” Squidward said.
    The angry mob surged forward, grabbed Mr. Krabs and Squidward, and carried them out of the Krusty Krab. Mr. Krabs and Squidward screamed!
    FLASH!
    Suddenly, the time-traveling photo booth appeared out of thin air!
    Astonished by the sight of the time machine, the mob dropped Mr. Krabs and Squidward. Then the crowd parted as SpongeBob and Plankton emerged from the photo booth.
    â€œIt’s not a good idea to have a sacrifice on an empty stomach!” SpongeBob said. He held up the bottle he’d grabbed from the safe. “Who wants … a KRABBY PATTY?”
    The starving crowd cheered! “HOORAY!” they shouted.
    â€œSpongeBob!” Mr. Krabs cried. “Is that … ME FORMULER?” Overjoyed, he rushed to his loyal frycook. “Oh, happy day!”
    Mr. Krabs grabbed the bottle and kissed it. “I missed you so much!” Then he asked SpongeBob, “Where was it? Where’d you find it?”
    SpongeBob smiled modestly. “Well, Plankton and I built a time machine out of an old photo booth. And then we added …”
    â€œCHEESE!” Patrick said, sitting in the booth, smiling for the camera.
    â€œPATRICK, NO!” SpongeBob cried.
    Too late.
VRROOM! WHIRR!
The time machine vanished in a flash!
    Mr. Krabs addressed the crowd of hungry customers. “It’s okay, everyone. The post-apocalypse is almost over! Ain’t that right, SpongeBob?”
    Mr. Krabs triumphantly reached into the bottle, pulled out the piece of paper inside, unrolled it, and started to read. “‘Eugene: Eat my subaquatic air bubbles. Love, Plankton.’” Mr. Krabs groaned.
    Plankton wheeled on SpongeBob. “You grabbed the wrong bottle!”
    â€œHow was I supposed to know there were two bottles?” SpongeBob asked, shocked.
    â€œBecause there are ALWAYS two!” Plankton screamed. “The real one and the decoy!”
    â€œI’m sorry, Mr. Krabs!” SpongeBob cried.
    Mr. Krabs tossed the rude note from Plankton aside. “That’s okay, SpongeBob. We’ll just have to sacrifice the two of YOU!” He turned to the hostile mob. “Prepare them for the sacrifice!”
    FLASH!
The time machine reappeared!
    Patrick stepped