SpongeBob Lost Episode: The Poop Bucket: Difference between revisions

The woman yelling at me made me stop in my tracks, sending shivers down my spine and blood to my penis. I ran away from her as fast as I could, pushing a mother and her baby out of the way into a nearby running woodchipper out of fear that the old woman might do something to me.

 

 

I closed and locked the door to my room and screamed to turn on my scream activated lights. I walked in front of my TV, and opened the cassette box, the cassette tape looked normal, and it had "Season 69" written on it. I spat onto the cassette to coat in my slippery spit so it could slide easy into the cassette player and sat of my Cheeto-dust and half-eaten sandwich filled floor as the reader began to turn on. I screamed again to turn off the lights, so that I could be fully immersed in this SpongeBob experience.

"That is a bit strange." I said to myself while scratching my head in confusion.

 

 

When SpongeBob arrived, the episode got stranger. First of all, the Krusty Krab was not right at all. Instead of the classic crab trap look, the Krusty Krab looked like a colorful box with soft colors and a hole on top of it, it looked almost like an empty tissue box. SpongeBob walked into the restaurant and he heard Mr. Krabs groaning from afar.

I then saw that Mr. Krabs was pooping into a bucket, with "The Poop Bucket" painted on it in red. Mr. Krabs laughed at SpongeBob while the camera focused on the inside of the bucket, and Plankton was stuck at the bottom, nearly fully immersed in Mr. Krabs fecal matter. I saw a big brown wave hit Plankton as Mr. Krabs began to groan louder.

 

 

I turned around and saw a giant, naked Mr. Krabs behind me. I tried to run as fast as I could, but he picked me up and threw me into the Poop Bucket. I fell into the bucket of poop and felt myself get submerged in the substance. I tried to scream, but the poop flowed into my mouth and began to choke me. I saw Mr. Krabs stare down at me laughing while shooting a huge load out of his ass.

I woke up in the middle of a driveway with a wet stain in my pants. I stood up and realized I was in the driveway of the woman who sold me the tape. Although her house was gone, and so were the signs and tables. Horrified, I walked home and went straight to bed after ripping off all my ass hairs. I could never find the cassette tape ever since that day, and nobody believes me when I tell them this story.

 

 

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