Plankton the Destroyer vs Super Mecha Karen 4
Plankton has discovered a new formula that will allow him to become strong enough to steal the Krabby Patty Secret formula. But when the power goes to his head, Karen steps in to stop him
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Karen calculates his trajectory and steps back, but he lands on his foot, planting it to the ground and spinning around, kicking her against the chest, sending her stumbling back as well.
“Two can play at the calculation games, my dear. After all, I made you! I know what makes you tick!”
Karen rushes up to Plankton, but when PLankton’s arm comes swinging for a slap, she grabs onto it and grapples him, twisting it behind his back and pushing him up against a building. “And why do people make computers do calculations they can’t do?”
“Can’t!?” Plankton groans, his arm stuck inside the building. He grabs a handful of rubble and throws it back toward her, striking her on the screen.
Karen let go, stumbling back and wiping the debris off her monitor and camera.
“Admit it,” Plankton says, striking a pose, “you’re not just trying to control me. You’re looking for an excuse to let loose yourself! Nice body, by the way. It’s a real work of art. Nothing compared to my work of science!”
Karen shakes her head and stomps forward. “I’m a marvel of engineering. You forgot to carry the one when you calculated the formula for your strength potion!” she says this, throwing a punch.
Plankton smiles, grabbing her hand. “My dear Computer Wife,” he tuts her, wagging his finger. “I know you all too well. Go ahead, gloat some more!”
“You could use me to help you make the formula!” she says, pulling her hand back and sweeping his leg with her foot. She pulls him in to make them chest-to-chest, and she wraps her arms around him, lifting him up and squeezing him tight.
“Together, we could make something greater than the Krabby Patty secret formula!” she shouts, suplexing him into a nearby store. When she pushes herself up, she clambers over to pin him down, but he’s too quick, leaping up and grabbing her under her arms. Their faces smash together, cheek-to-screen. “I could steal the formula for you, but you always get in the way! There’s so much we could do if you just would listen!”
“You don’t understand!” Plankton says. “I need to do this. I need to show Krabs who the superior businessman is!”
Karen punches him in the stomach, smashing his face back into the store and rubbing him up against a bunch of canned bread. “A businessman doesn’t destroy a city!”
Meanwhile, the Bikini Bottom Con artist stands in front of the owner of the first destroyed building, counting a wad of cash he had. “She’s right, you know! A real businessman starts a construction company! Hey, could you roll over a bit to the left!?”
Plankton roars and lifts his head, his skull striking Karen on the screen. He then pushes up, spearing her in the stomach and crashing through a few more residential buildings.
The con artist laughs, rubbing himself down in his wads of cash.
One building, two buildings, three buildings, and then he lifts her up, spins her around, and throws her.
Karen flies further away, crashing into the Boating School test track. She pushes herself up as Plankton gloats, grabbing a boat and launching it toward him, smacking him in the head.
“Ooow. I was grandstanding over here!”
“We’re still fighting, you dummy!”
Plankton growls, running for her. This time, his dive isn’t a kick but a cross-chop.
Karen, now standing, holds her hands out, clashing with him. The force of the two immense creatures crashing together sends shockwaves through the Boating School, and poor Mrs. Puff, who had been safe in her class, inflates, rolling away from the force of the blast!
“Your strength is impressive, Karen, but is strength all you got?’
“Of course not!” Karen responds, finally throwing him to the side.
Plankton crashes into the fields beyond the boating school, leaving an explosion of energy and a crater.
“We’re so strong,” Karen says, clenching her fist, “The world around us can’t handle it. If we continue, things will go terrible for everyone.”
Plankton pushes himself up, rubble rocking around him. He dusts himself off, and he chuckles. “Aw honey, I knew you cared.”
Karen’s screen flickers at Plankton’s proclamation, and a slight growl of hard drives and electrons rises from her simulated throat. “Oh, this is all a game to you, Sheldon?”
Plankton stands tall, swatting debris off of him. “Quite frankly, I find this pretty fun.”
“Fun?”
“Yeah, something you wouldn’t know because you don’t like downloading into your model.”
“Oh, I’ll show you fun,” says Karen, holding one hand up in a defensive stance, her other at her side.
“No, no,” says PLankton, shrugging, keeping his hands out in an open gesture. “I’ll be happy to spell it out for you. Just come at me, my lovely computer wife.”
Karen lowers her screen, and then she rushes through the destroyed track, thrusting her palm forward at Plankton.
Plankton hops back, his chuckling and then he opens his mouth to speak.
“F is for fighting, just you and me-e”
He throws his hand forward, revealing the sand that he had kept there, clogging up her vents. As she coughs, he continues.
“U is for under-handed (moves).”
He then grabs around her, lifting her up, throwing the large robotic terror into the giant loop-de-loop at the school.
“N is for Northern Lights Suuuuplex!”
Karen crashes against the ground, practically planted into the track. Plankton claps his hands and heads on over towards the center of the crater. “Well, that was a fun little exercise. Who knew that our clash would cause so much energy to be expended. I wonder how I can use this?” He strokes his chin, not paying attention to the bulky computer woman buried in the dirt.
Karen’s body bends and twists beyond any degree such a muscular being should be able to do, whirrling and clicking as she reconfigures, standing up by rearranging herself at a microscopic level.