Plankton the Destroyer vs Super Mecha Karen 3
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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He then hefts the building over his shoulder, shaking it and sending fish flying out of its chimney. Once satisfied that he had emptied it of all its contents, he points high into the sky, launching the thing through the ocean floor!
Up on the surface, an artist is working on his masterpiece. But then, a muffler comes flying out of the sea, striking his easel and sending his canvas into the water. He falls to his knees, reaching out toward the ruined artwork, crying, “Noooo, why did I have to use watercolor! Why!?”
Plankton covers his eye and watches the sky, frowning. “Wow, that thing isn’t coming down, is it?” He says, and then he looks at his hands. “What have I become?” He asks, gripping his enormous fists, veins popping out on his wrists. “Have I become so powerful that nothing can satisfy my lust for a challenge? Am I becoming too huge?”
He strokes his chin. “No, there must be a worthy opponent somewhere. Perhaps the navy, or that Sandy cheeks girl has a giant robot I could fight or—”
Before Plankton could say anything else, a metallic fist caved in his cheek, and his perception went into slow motion as a tooth flew out of his face, landing on a bench and sending old man Jenkins flying.
The artist, lamenting his work, is slapped in the face by a fish, leaving him stunned. The old man flops back into the sea, saying, “I love the young people!”
Plankton stumbles from the blow, crashing into another building, using it almost like a turnbuckle. He shakes his head, groaning, stroking his cheek. He blinks and turns to face this newfound adversary, only to gasp when he sees the metallic figure standing before him.
“Get up, Sheldon,” says the voice of his Computer Wife Karen. “You’ve gone mad with power, and I’m taking you back home.”
Out on the pier, the announcement system blares out to the people. “Attention Bikini Bottom. A monstrously huge married couple are half naked and squaring off against each other.”
The crowd gathers, listening to the announcement.
“And it looks like they’re getting ready to fight!”
A gasp rises up from the crowd.
“It’s gonna be a real slobber-knocker!”
Cheers fill the pier, and people school to the popcorn stands, practically running the thing over.
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Plankton wipes his chin, where his mouth swells from his tooth being knocked out. “Karen, what’s the meaning of this?” he asks. “You dare strike Plankton the Destroyer?”
“That’s exactly why I would punch you, Sheldon,” Karen says, tightening her fists again. “The power’s gone to your head. I wish I would have done something sooner, but I trusted you to get the formula and come home. Guess even a computer can make mistakes.”
“They call that AI hallucination, my lovely Computer Wife. Now, Karen, go home. I’ll conquer the world, and then I’ll have carte blanche to get the Krabby Patty secret formula. After all, they’ll let someone do anything when they're in charge. No resistance at all, can you believe it!”
Karen starts slowly circling around Plankton, her metallic feet pistoning and clanking with many whirring gears and electrical buzzing. “Sorry, Sheldon, but world conquest isn’t on the menu. The Krabby Patty is, and I’m here to make sure to make you remember that.”
“Karen,” he grumbles.
“It’s ‘Super Mecha Karen’ to you!” Karen says, pointing at him.
“Super Mecha Karen?” Plankton grabs his sides, holding back a laugh, “Ppppfff, where’d you come up with that one, a comic book!”
“It’s better than ‘Plankton the Destroyer,” the computer wife says. “All you can destroy is a few measly buildings? That’s child’s play.”
“I can destroy so much more than that. I could destroy the world if the world would force my hand.”
“You couldn’t destroy anything, not with those tiny muscles of yours,” Karen responds, hands on her hips.
“Tiny!?” Plankton roars. “You think these muscles are tiny?” I’ll show you, tiny!” With that, he flexes, puffing out his cheeks and furrowing his brow. Veins pop up all over him as his muscles expand, becoming much more extensive than before. He even grows in height as he becomes thicker and denser with muscle.
Once done, he raises his arms, posing. “How’s this for tiny, my darling? Please, feel free to admire!” he says, wiggling his eyebrow and smirking with gusto.
Karen feigns a yawn, waving her hand in front of her monitor.
Plankton quirks his brow.
Karen then fakes a breath, lifts her arms, and flexes! Tiles of robotic muscle strain and stretch spread and replaced, embiggening the computer wife as she exerts herself until she reaches the point where she is the same size as the man before her.
She grunts, undoing her flex but keeping her size, rolling her shoulders and staring over at him. “Did you really think I would study your potion and not know everything you were capable of?”
“How perceptive of you, Karen,” Plankton says. “But if you’re trying to stop me, you’re doing a terrible job.” He says this, patting a nearby building and leaning on it. “After all, it seems you’re only making the problem worse!
Karen growls. “I’ll show you worse, Sheldon. Let’s go.”
Plankton smiles, chuckling, hands on his hips, pushing his chest out. “Ah, Ha! So you’re enjoying the power, too, aren’t you? Well, why don’t you just have some fun if you’re so interested in beating me up? Or, you can just return home and whip me up a holographic meatloaf-oof!”
Karen rushes forward, striking with her elbow into Plankton’s chest. It knocks the air out of him, sending him stumbling back, couching, clutching his chest. “Alright, honey. That’s two hits now. Time to control+alt+delete your attitude!”
Plankton rushes forward, leaping up in the air for a flying kick.