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    The Yellow Avenger 2: The Square Knight Returns

    in Davy Jones' Locker

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    Chapter 11: Confessions

    After remembering who he was and what he had been doing the past few days, the Masked Sponge still stood in the middle of the Rock Bottom Bar and held the krabby patty that he had been keeping in his utility belt.

    “So *pfft* that kabby patty *pfft* is poisoned? *pfft*” a Rock Bottom citizen asked after listening to his story.

    “No,” SpongeBob says as he gently strokes the patty’s buns. “The buns are just tampered with, but only because of Bubble Bass.” He gasps in horror as he recalls the last part of his recovered memory. “And he knows who I am.”

    “So does everyone in this bar thanks to your story.” The bartender mentioned.

    “I *pfft* fell asleep *pfft* during *pfft* half of it. *pfft*” a guy with large fins on his head, sitting in the corner of the bar, mentioned in a bored tone.

    But one curious angler fish asked, “How *pfft* does it *pfft* end? *pfft*”

    SpongeBob sulked as he took a seat at the counter and answered, “I don’t know.” He took a big sip of his kelpsie and added with a weak smile, “At least my story ends happier than Mermaid Man’s did.”

    But the skeptical bartender states, “I don’t know, kid. Sounds to me like you’re letting down everyone who depends on you.”

    Hearing this, SpongeBob gulps and replies, “But what if they know who I am already? Bubble Bass might’ve posted that picture all over the internet or maybe he will the second I go back to Bikini Bottom.”

    “So what if he does? Would Mermaid Man have quit if some low-life got the upper-hand on him?”

    SpongeBob’s face froze as he contemplated this question. Then he stood up from his stool, his eyes narrowed in determination. “You’re right.” He said, pounding his fist into his hand. “Mermaid Man may have died on the field, but his death wasn’t in vain. He managed to save everyone he cared about and so will I, even if my identity gets exposed to everyone. The only thing worse than going back would be not going back.” He yells out in triumph, “I’M *pfft* GOING *pfft* BACK!!! *pffffftt pfft pfft*”

    This earns him the applause of every Rock Bottom patron in the bar. The bartender then asks, “Can I get you a drink for the road, buddy?”

    SpongeBob enthusiastically asks, “A can of Fizzy Bomb Cola would be nice.”

     

    Since there was no time for a heroic comeback, SpongeBob decided to hop on a bus to get back to Bikini Bottom. When he left the dark trench of Rock Bottom, he saw the sun shine through the windows, cueing him that it was morning and he hadn’t been gone that long. Upon arriving on Conch Street, he first noticed the police were no longer staking out his house, and began wondering if Bubble Bass already posted the picture of him on the internet and that they were now searching for the Masked Sponge.

    “I have only a few hours to stop Bubble Bass before the rest of the tainted buns ship out.” SpongeBob thought to himself. “Wait…if everyone’s gonna learn who I am soon, I want my best friend to hear it from me first.”

    He rushed over to Patrick’s rock and repeatedly knocked on the door. “Patrick!” SpongeBob called out. “Patrick, open up! It’s me, SpongeBob!”

    The rock automatically flipped open, but instead of Patrick emerging, it was his pet snail, Gary.

    “Gary!” SpongeBob called out, relieved to see him still safe in hiding. “Thank Neptune you’re still here. Is Patrick home? I really need to see him.”

    “Meow,” Gary answered.

    SpongeBob gasped and repeated, “He left with some guy in a weird costume? Why does that sound familiar?”

    “Meow, meow,” Gary added as he went inside his shell and came back out with a piece of paper.

    Taking the note, SpongeBob read it, “‘Dear SpongeBob aka The Masked Sponge, I invited your fat pink friend for a tour of the factory. He will also be helping me deliver the last shipment of tainted buns into town. Once everyone eats them, he’ll be the one who takes the blame and I’ll be off scott-free. Don’t worry, your secret is still safe with me- that is unless you try and get in my way. Sincerely yours, The Bass’”

    Afterwards, a horrified look appears on SpongeBob’s face, realizing that his worst fear has come true: his secret identity had been exposed and now his best friend is in danger. “Patrick…” he muttered in concern. “He’s gonna take the blame for Bubble Bass without even realizing it.”

    “Meow,” Gary expresses with concern.

    SpongeBob’s face goes in a daze and he falls on his back. His eyelids begin dropping as he slaps the sides of his face. “My best friend has been kidnapped by a bad guy who knows my true identity…” he said in a low voice that seemed to be drifting into madness, “I shouldn’t have come back after…staying up all night.”

    Suddenly, he drifts out of consciousness just as a shadow looms over him.

     

    SpongeBob anticipated Bubble Bass may send a squad of goons to come after him, but this wasn’t the case. His captor was none other than Sandy Cheeks, who brought the unconscious Masked Sponge into her treedome and laid him down on a lawn chair as he snored.

    Staring at the napping superhero, Sandy held her chin and pondered, “That critter’s been gone all night and there’s still no sign of SpongeBob.” She glared in fury, “Well, no more! If he’s gonna get rid of my buddy, then I’m gonna get rid of him.”

    She held out a large acorn and slowly advances towards the Masked Sponge, who sleeps blissfully unaware of the danger he was in. Before she could attack him, she decides she wants to see the face of the one who made her best friend disappear. Once she was close enough, Sandy grabs a hold of the sponge’s mask and yanks it off.

    Gasping, she couldn’t believe what she was seeing; The Masked Sponge was really the one she had been searching for this whole time. Right on cue, SpongeBob opened his eyes and yawned. “How long have I been out?” he groggily asked until he noticed Sandy next to him, “Hey Sandy.” He cheerfully greets, “Why are you…staring at me like that?”

    Sandy’s stunned expression did not escape him. It was a full minute until he noticed that she was holding a red cloth in her hand. He felt his face until realizing that it was his very own mask that she was holding and his identity was exposed. “Uh oh,” he peeped.

    “SpongeBob!” she cried out, “You’re the Masked Sponge?!” she became furious and yelled, “Well, I didn’t think it would be so obvious, but how can you be the Masked Sponge this whole time without tellin’ your own friend? Don’t you know how worried sick I was about you?”

    “Wait, wait, wait!” SpongeBob rapidly said while springing to his feet on top of the lawn chair. “I-I- I can explain! You see…” but something immediately caught his eye and he shakily pointed at Sandy, “Hold on…you’re the Masked Squirrel?”

    Sandy’s eyes widen at this accusation. “What? Now hold on a gosh darn minute! Why would you go sayin’ something so crazy?”

    SpongeBob answered by pointing behind her to see the Masked Squirrel uniform hanging on a clothes line in plain view. This causes Sandy to blush in embarrassment as she sheepishly says, “Oh…ya mean that.”

    SpongeBob was a lot more stunned about finding out her secret than she was about finding out his. “Sandy, you were the Masked Squirrel this whole time? Then that means…” he gains a horrified look and his face turns beat red that he tries to hide behind his cape collar. He turns his back to Sandy and crouches down while muttering, “Dear Neptune, I kissed Sandy.”

    “Uh, SpongeBob?” Sandy called, concerned about his behavior.

    But SpongeBob was still agonizing over what he just discovered. “But I love the Masked Squirrel…” He muttered to himself, “…does this mean I actually love Sandy?” Finally, SpongeBob turned around and faced her. “Listen, Sandy, I didn’t know it was you. I…”

    But Sandy interrupted him, “Golly SpongeBob, you’re redder than a sunset over the country farm. I better get you some water.”

    Even though she had misinterpreted SpongeBob’s blushing as dehydration (since he had been in her air filled treedome without a water helmet the entire time), SpongeBob was still too embarrassed to even care. “No, don’t bother, Sandy.” SpongeBob said depressed tone, “I’ll just be on my way.”

    He was about to walk out, but Sandy ran in front of him. “SpongeBob, wait a second.” She had a remorseful look as she spoke, “Look, SpongeBob, I will admit that I am still surprised about you bein’ the Masked Sponge, but…I ain’t one to talk. I only became the Masked Squirrel just to help you out.” She sheepishly smiles while saying, “But I guess it was kinda hard for me to stop afterwards.”

    SpongeBob gave an awkward chuckle as he replied, “It’s like eating a krabby patty. You can’t eat it just one time.”

    It was this statement that made SpongeBob remember what he was supposed to be doing right now. “Sandy!” he asked in slight panic, “What time is it?”

    Raising an eyebrow at his behavior, Sandy answered, “Almost noon.”

    “Tartar sauce!” SpongeBob exclaimed, “There’s gonna be more tainted buns hitting Bikini Bottom soon! And if I don’t stop them, everyone will turn into mutants, and Patrick will be in danger!”

    “Oh no!” Sandy shouted in panic over the news.

    “I gotta stop Bubble Bass before it’s too late!” he was about to run for the exit, but Sandy grabs his cape and yanks him back.

    “Hold on there, SpongeBob.” Sandy spoke to him calmly. “Ya can’t just run off into danger like that.” She smiles at him, “Not without me.”

    “You?” SpongeBob asks with a hopeful smile. “You mean as The Masked Squirrel?”

    “Heck yeah.” An enthusiastic Sandy replied, and then led him over to a table with a bunch of gadgets on it. “I even have some useful gizmos befitting for a superhero without the use of superpowers.”

    SpongeBob’s eyes glow as he sees everything he can use to stop the bad guy and save the day. “Woooow…” however, his excitement turns to concern towards Sandy. “But are you sure you wanna help? He knows who I really am, so he might figure out who you are too. Plus I might not even…” he bit his lower lip to hold back his tears, “…and you might…”

    But Sandy stopped him by covering his mouth like she had been doing before. “Don’t go thinkin’ the worst, SpongeBob. After all, you’re the Masked Sponge. You’ve been battlin’ crime and takin’ names like a cowboy on a buckin’ bronco. This time should be no different.”

    SpongeBob gets a love-struck smile as he utters, “Yeah…you’re right. As long as the Masked Squirrel partners up with me, I think I’ll be just fine.” He pauses awkwardly and asks, “You’re not…mad about that kiss, are you?”

    “What? Naaah…” Sandy replied, looking away to hide her blushing. “We were both in the heat of moment and neither of us knew who the other was.” She held his shoulder and spoke softly to him, “I just hope you ain’t mad at me for keepin’ ya from doin’ your job last night.”

    SpongeBob held her hands and smiled warmly. “If you can forgive me, I can forgive you.”

    When silence follows, SpongeBob and Sandy begin to lean closer to each other, but Sandy suddenly freezes when she hears a sizzling sound and sees SpongeBob’s body begin to dangerously dry up. With his raspy breath, SpongeBob cries out, “Waaaateeer!”

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