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[Audio] Chapter 5 - Saturday I sluggishly made it to the Krusty Krab but early since I had to unlock it for Squidward and the fry cook. Then thought to myself, at least I'll be able to sleep in tomorrow sinceonly us officers work on Sundays. On the way, I called a cleanup crew to remove the disguised bags of cocaine and remaining patties from the restaurant. Once I unlocked the front door, I decided to walk around the outside to unlock the back door too and assess the storage room mess. As soon as I turned the key I quickly remembered that I needed to disable the burglar alarm. I ran back out front as fast as I could to pull the secret latch but it was too late. An unimpressed crisply burnt Squidward stared at me through the window. We locked eyes as I slowly and awkwardly pulled the latch to disable the rest of the system. He piped up as soon as I walked through the doors. "I'd rather work for a crook that remembers shit than a forgetful law-abiding citizen". "Sorry Squid. It won't happen again". The Fry Cook punched in shortly after and the three of us cleaned up the storage room mess. While cleaning, I brought up the cocaine secret and that everything would be removed. I told the fry cook that he would begin making new patties but without adding the so-called 'White Cocoa Powder'. While still in the storage room, we could hear a muffled commotion outside. As we walked back into the main eating area, we could see whales lined up against the windowed perimeter of the building holding PLM signs chanting "Porpoise Lives Matter". There were also fish in the protest showing solidarity. The protest seemed to be led by Don the Whale who was holding a megaphone. He is super jacked and you don't want to mess with him. I told everyone to stay inside for the time being. I agree with everything they stand for. But change will only happen if you protest the Mayor's building, not a restaurant. Then laws could be implemented like banning sea cow meat and finding alternatives. They had been showing up here frequently since all meat, like our patties, comes from sea cows. All whales are vegetarian, otherwise, it would be cannibalism. This is the reason why Pearl turned the Krusty Krab into a salad bar when she was in charge [66]. It's understandable for this minority population to be upset. Sea cows may be the least sentient whales, but they're still whales. The law that allows sea cow slaughter is only in place because fish make up the majority of the population. Some argue that, if flipped, pigfish will be slaughtered instead. I don't buy that because whales will still maintain their vegetarian diet. I continue to eat Krabby Patties but I will happily give it up if laws change to give sea cows their freedom. No customers were willing to walk through the crowd of protesters so we spent most of the day cleaning. The cleanup crew showed up and wheeled out the bags of cocaine plus all of the patties in the freezer. We finished cleaning the storage room and then cleaned up the eating area and washroom. By the time we were done, the crowd had left and customers were filing in. Squidward and the fry cook went to the register and kitchen respectively..

[Audio] Chapter 6 – Sunday I tried to sleep in and start my solo shift later but I woke up before my alarm in a panic from my reoccurring nightmare. I tried to sleep in and start my solo shift later but I woke up before my alarm in a panic from my reoccurring nightmare. Since my heart was racing and I was filled with unsettling energy, I decided to walk to the Krusty Krab early while contemplating how I could improve my sleep. It was raining so I grabbed my umbrella but it wasn't a downpour. The tapping of rain on my umbrella relaxed me. I got to the Krusty Krab at roughly the same time as starting a typical shift bright and early in the morning. I stumbled across another note as I unlocked the glass double doors. It read, 'If you touch Rex, I will boil you in hot oil. I will rip out your heart and serve it to your mother, Mrs. SquarePants, on a platter for dinner'. This note struck a nerve. Not because it was more vulgar and more threatening but because it involved my deceased mother. I don't like to bring it up by my mom was an unfortunate casualty of a drive by shooting in downtown Bikini Bottom. I wasn't a cop yet but I was in the process of becoming one and that furthered my motivation. My old man was extra proud on my first day serving justice but didn't want to lose me to crooks as well. I will never forget his advice: 'Keep one in the chamber and the safety off when equipped'. I've stayed true to my dad's words to this day. Come to think of it, the shootout likely involved the Mrs. Puff's gang getting rid of outsiders working the corners. I disabled the burglar alarm and walked inside. I called the Chief while putting the umbrella in my office. When he picked up I immediately said, "Hey Chief, I received another note and this time it was a death threat. The good news is it looks like Mrs. Puff wasn't informed which will give Nancy and Tony the upper hand when busting her. The bad news is Rex's gang must know that we're coming which is gonna make our job much harder. Chief, I'm not calling on just SOME squads. I need you to round up every squad from every police station in Bikini Bottom. As for the Rock Bottom squads, I'll call them and..." I was cut off by an air raid siren..

[Audio] I could hear the Chief sigh over the phone and then say, "Furk. Do you hear that Joe?". "Oh I hear that Chief. We've never had two Alaskan Bull Worms in the same month [67]. Never mind just over a week apart". "Listen Joe I'm gonna do what you said and round up all the squads in Bikini Bottom to help you bust Rex when the time is right. But you gotta do what I say. Obviously, we have to deal with this first but once we get everyone off the streets and safely in their homes, you are to follow your God damn orders and seek shelter in the central station with the others. I don't want this to end up like the last time where you risked your furking life on the front lines with the military". "The military needs our help. They suffer too many casualties from each attack. We know how to fire guns just as well as those jarheads". "You're my best detective and I can't afford to lose you nor any cop in that matter. Plus nothing has made it past our defense system and, for your information, zero casualties were reported last time". "Maybe it's because I was there backing them up". I said half-jokingly half seriously. "No smart ass. It's because the air strike you witnessed was a new addition to our defense system which used to rely on just tanks and a rocket launcher team. Either way, the basic handgun you fire is useless". "You're forgetting that the system includes a firing squad of infantry who fire bullets similar to mine and every bullet counts". "Why don't you be a good officer and listen to your orders like the rest of 'em. This shit is far too dangerous for an officer with no military training". "Ain't nothing, AIN'T NOTHING is too big or too ornery to deter me from my duty of keeping this city safe [67]. We don't wear our badges to protect some of the city some of the time. Our badge means we put our lives on the line to protect citizens from all threats so helping the military is part of the job. You're just a selfish Chief that wants to limit an officer's role so that they are safe and able to solve YOUR cases making YOU look good. I'm joining the firing squad to help keep them alive and everyone that lives in Bikini Bottom". The Chief started screaming on the phone, "Fuurrk! I swear if I find you out on the front lines again I will take away your God damn badge. You are following my orders or you're fired! You hear me? You are following...". I hung up the phone. While chatting I already put on my badge so I just grabbed my Glock 19 from my desk with the safety off..

[Audio] I sprinted to my refurbished cruiser and floored it. The sun was rising but the dark clouds were blocking some of the light. Rain droplets pelting my cruiser windshield became a heavy downpour as I drove through Bikini Bottom's inner city with my windshield wipers keeping me from driving blind. I don't mind the rain, as its peaceful nature clears my mind, but heavy downpours now trigger Deja'Vu followed by dream flashbacks. I typically have to fight them off if a situation, like this, calls for concentration. It was a chaotic scene of people running around in panic, some slipping and falling in puddles. Officers cleared the streets and escorted people to their homes. Every so often I could hear an officer shout "Get to your basements!". I parked my cruiser and helped out as much as I could. I even fireman carried an old woman to her boat. Once the main streets were cleared, the officers started peeling away in their cruisers but I managed to run up to one of the boats. When I got close, the passenger window rolled down. "Where are you guys all going?". I asked. "We're gonna quickly check some side streets then head to the central station to take shelter in the basement", said the officer riding shotgun. "Anyone wanna come with me and help me fight the beast?". "We salute you, Joe, for your effort and your bravery. As officers, we put our lives on the line every day and this should be no different. But the Chief is strict and we can't afford to lose our jobs, especially with kids". "Yup. That's understandable". Then the officer driving chimed in. "You know what. Keep your boat parked here since the Chief checks the GPS. We'll give you a lift to the front lines and just tell the Chief that was part of our patrol route". I hopped into the back seat "Thanks. I can always count on you guys to have my back. I'll make sure the Chief doesn't know that you helped me". They dropped me off at the desolate outskirts of Bikini Bottom. As I stepped out of the cruiser, I tried to thank them for the ride but the sound of three fighter jets drowned out my voice so we just gave each other nods of respect. They drove off and I looked over at the planes that just flew by. They nose-dived one after the other firing bullets at the Alaskan Bull Worm then pulling up while dropping several bombshells. The bullets seemed to not phase the worm at all and the bombs only shook it up a little bit. The third jet was about to pull up but the worm stood on its tail and bit it out of mid-air. The pilot ejected and parachuted out of harm's way. I was excited because the bombs weren't released yet so swallowing the plane would cause an internal explosion bringing down the worm. But surprisingly, it didn't swallow and instead chucked the plane right at the pilot who had just landed safely. My hopes of him surviving the crush were ruined when the bombs exploded. This was weird. Alaskan bull worms always eat everything they possibly can. The tank fighters were also having trouble. Some were already crushed, on fire, or flipped over while others were still firing shells but to no avail. The worm chomped through a few and thrashed its tail to destroy the rest of them. Medics were running back with badly wounded tank.

[Audio] All of our bullets were deflecting off rather than piercing flesh. Some of our bullets were ricocheting into buildings and shattering windows. The sound of gunshots and glass shattering sent Deja'Vu chills down my spine but I pushed through my momentary disassociation. Usually, bull worms swallow their kill but this one was leaving all the dead and injured on the ground. I desperately got out of the way by climbing the fire escape of a twelve-floor apartment next to a squad that was screaming and running in fear as nothing they did could stop the worm from chomping them. The rain made me slip and fall on the metal stairs but I got back up and kept ascending as fast as I could. It was sad watching the honorable die so easily and my heart sank since this was the first time a worm truly penetrated our city's Iron Bird defense system. By the time I got to the sixth floor I had brewed up a plan and courage oozed out of my pores. I was about to jump on the worm's back but all of a sudden it raised its head standing upright, gave a loud but unfamiliar roar, and started thrashing to destroy the buildings on its left and right. Its tail was whipping and hitting the first floors while its head rocked side to side smashing the top floors. Luckily I was on the middle floor. I pressed myself up against the wall to avoid the falling pieces of the building and I closed my eyes as debris sprayed into my face. While my eyes were closed, I attempted to gather my breath and calm down, but the sound of more bullets firing and glass shattering kept triggering unsettling Deja'Vu causing more flashbacks and my anxiety to spike. I opened my eyes, reloaded my Glock, and fired an entire clip at the worm's midsection which was directly in front of me and close enough to produce some dents. I could hear gunners on the roof firing their assault rifle rounds at the worm's head. It wasn't until a few of the remaining rocket launcher soldiers fired at the worm making contact from the rear that it gave another strange-sounding roar and got back down to its horizontal position. It's a good thing too because after a few more whacks both apartments would have come crumbling down resulting in many casualties including myself. I seized the moment and jumped on the back of the beast but this was no beast. It was a metal robot. I crawled over to a tiny hatch door and pulled as hard as I could ripping it open. The hole was so small I could only fit my hand and arm inside but that was all I needed to reach down deep and pull out someone who pretended to be my friend one day and ultimately used me [68]. The robot immediately powered down. "Plankton!" I screamed. "Put me down you porous freak!" "Suck my dick you insignificant green turd. How the hell did you manage to build a bulletproof Bull Worm robot?". "Are you forgetting that I WENT TO COLLEGE? Also, Sponge Boob, Mermaid Man and Barnacle Boy passed away right after I made bail [19]. So I took over the Merma-lair and have been using it to build massive robots ever since, in case they came in handy like today". "What was your plan? Make your way to the Krusty Krab so you can destroy it and steal the.

[Audio] Citizens and soldiers had formed a big crowd and applauded with cheers and whistles. I felt like I was on stage doing my signature mop routine but this time I was cleaning up crime [71]. I could see the Chief standing behind the crowd leaning up against his cruiser while holding an umbrella. I climbed down from the robot and allowed the rain to rinse the blood off my hands. This triggered more Deja'Vu and a dissociation that drowned out all the cheering. I asked myself the same unanswered question I have now. Dreams are supposed to be ambiguous messages from the unconscious so how the hell could have I predicted this? During the disassociation, I heard my nightmare scream: "You can't take me alive!" and then the cleaver knife chopping my heart and badge both in half flooded my mind's eye. The flashbacks ended and I slowly returned to my reality. The sound of the cheers got louder as I became more aware of my surroundings. Plankton was willing to die rather than go back to jail, I thought to myself. Then I looked down at my badge and my heart ached at the thought of parting ways since I got caught disobeying orders. As medics were collecting the bodies, I piped up to the military commanders, "Get fresh tanks to tow the worm well away from town and then disarm the bombs". I walked toward the Chief while taking off my badge. As I went to hand it to him he yelled, "Hold it! Keep your badge on Joe Sponge. I owe you an apology and a thank you. I truly underestimated your capabilities. You are overqualified for your position. Not only could you be a police Chief but you could be a high-ranking soldier. I may still be your boss paying your salary but I'll let you call the shots on handling your cases and whatever else you want to take on. I will only intervene if there are legal issues. Let me give you a lift to your cruiser. You can take your time orchestrating your plan for Rex and only call me if you need my help". "Thanks, Chief. Apology accepted". Before stepping into the Chief's cruiser, I received a phone call "Hey, you've reached Joe Sponge". "Howdy, my Sponge Boo" I grinned once I knew it was Sandy. "I was watching the worm coverage on the news and saw you save the town from Plankton's wrath. You're a true hero". "Thanks, babe. I'm Just doing my job". "You are far too modest because I know damn well that ain't your job. Speaking of which, how is the case going?". "Very smoothly. I can't give out the details but I just have one more mission before closing the case. Maybe then I can take a break and we can spend quality time together". "I'll be sure to fit you into my busy science project schedule. Even though I've been procrastinating trying to come up with a way to help you survive in Texas with limited access to seawater. You would have to find seawater and fill up a bucket". She chuckled. "But carrying a bucket of salt water around is too clunky and spillable and every time you take off a full water helmet there's an inevitable mess. I think I might be able to design a helmet connected to tanks that can draw sea water when you want to take your helmet off to eat and drink then pump it back into your.