Spongebob and Patrick were over at Spongebob's house playing with tiny robots which weren't even real aka moving. Even though they weren't moving, the two still had fun playing although Spongebob wished they were real because that would be really cool.

"You know, we can have them be if you want," said Patrick.

"For real? How?"

Patrick held up a conch shell which heavily resembled the magic conch shell that they used to get out of the kelp forest. The only way that it couldn't be it was that this one did have a string or speaker. Apparently the shell could be used to make a wish after you put whatever you wished inside of it and shook it. Spongebob was ready to play with said robots in the morning and as a result had a hard time getting to sleep that night. Imagine all the fun he could do with those robots!

The next morning, Spongebob jumped out of bed and ran down the stairs in a hurry. To his horror his house was completely trashed, his living room smelled of smoke and burning rubber, there were burn markers on the floor, and his wall had the words "Bikini Bottom Stinks!" on it.

"What the...?!" Who the heck would do this? Just then the new came on despite Spongebob not have turned on the tv.

RTFH (Realistic Talking Fish Head)*: Breaking News! Bikini Bottom residents have been attacked by a raging torrent of robot horror.

"Oops!" said Spongebob biting his lip. Robots had caused this mess. The very same robots he had wished up had come and were destroying the town. Oh boy.

RTFH: Authorities aren't sure who is responsible for unleashing the mechanical menaces, but they have assured us that the person is in big, big trouble.

"Uh oh."

Did I say "big trouble"? I meant "so enormous that it's hard to comprehend trouble". We'll keep you posted as this tragic story unfolds...tragically we're sure.

"Oh boy," Spongebob gulped. "I better get over to Patrick's and see if he can help me sort out this mess."

Spongebob's stomach growled loudly indicating his hunger. Even with all this destruction going on, he'd need to keep himself fed if he wanted to get through the day after all. When he went into the kitchen, he found his typewriter on the kitchen table with a freshly typed up note on it. Spongebob densely didn't question why his old typewriter was out but instead paid more attention to the fact that it was from his boss.

Ahoy there, Spongebob. As a faithful crew member of the Krusty Krab, I've promoted you to head shiny object collector. So what this new job entails is that you collect all these shiny objects that the robots have left behind and bring this to me. Now stop sea horsing around and get busy collecting!

"Yes! A promotion!" grinned Spongebob as Gary came into the room and leaped onto the kitchen counter to peer over his master's shoulder.

His red eyes skimmed over the paper briefly and rolled his eyes. This "promotion" was pretty much promoting Spongebob to chore boy something he already does when Krabs couldn't be assed to do something especially something dangerous like what he was asking Spongebob to do. Collecting those things might end up getting Spongebob hurt, but Krabs wouldn't care if he got his miserly hands on those shiny things. Boss of the year right there folks. Too bad Spongebob wasn't less dense when it came to his boss otherwise he'd be questioning this as well as the fact that Krabs had to be able to get into his house somehow.

After a quick breakfast of pancakes (what? He had a full day ahead after all), Spongebob went to his closet and found a Golden Spatula. What the heck was it doing there in the first place anyways? Oh well. Who cares! It was a free spatula and a golden one at that! He grabbed the floating golden spatula and made his way to the front door. Good thing that he picked that spatula up since the door was requiring him to have one golden for some reason. It must be because of the robots. Good thing he picked that thing up. Otherwise he may not have been able to get out of the house except maybe through the window. Perhaps he should be on the lookout for more just in case they needed to used to get somewhere. Also they were pretty looking too.

When he got outside he met Plankton of all people. It was pretty weird seeing the man on this side of the pond (so to speak). What could the man be up to this time? "Plankton, what are you doing here? Come to try stealing the formula again, huh?"

"Oh fuck off, you Square-Fucker!" snapped Plankton. "I'm not in the fucking mood for your fucking mouth right fucking now! So piss off! Besides if I wanted to go after the formula, why the hell would I be over here, you stupid cock sucker?!"

"Geez! You don't have to swear!" Spongebob could tell Plankton was pretty mad about something but if it wasn't the fact that he didn't have the formula was what was ailing him, then he didn't know.

"Fuck you!" he shouted.

"You wanna talk about it?" He asked.

"Well if you insist on knowing then it's those stupid robots! They're running amuck and were tearing up my resturant! They even bent my spoons! I loved those spoons like they were my own children!"

"But you don't have any children."

"The point is that those robots are a menace and they need to be stopped!" He thought for a second. "That's it! Spongebob, I'll tell you what. If you can get me inside of the Chum Bucket, I'll give you something real nice."

"Like a golden spatula?" He asked excitedly.

"Sure," He said smirking. "As a matter of fact, I'll give you a bucket full of 'em!" He then muttered to himself, "In your dreams."

"Sounds like a deal!" Despite the fact that Spongebob was already going try getting rid of the robots himself, the idea of collecting more spatulas already made him momentarily forget this. Plankton grinned evilly as the taller man ran off to his egotistical co-worker's home. The idiot had no clue that those robots were his fault and that by getting him back into the Chum Bucket meant getting Plankton control back and therefore access to getting the formula from Krabs.