Pony Prison Plankton

Plot
Plankton Must Escape Prison to Get Revenge on The Ones That Made his Plans Fail.

Transcript
[January 28, 2015]

[We see Plankton waking up in a pile of rubble, he rubs his head.]

Plankton: Argh....Barnacles....Where am I?

Voice: [Off Screen.] Hands up!

Plankton: What the!?

PoliceMan Pony: This is the Pony Police! We have you surrounded...!

Plankton: [Gets up from rubble, rubs dust off from himself.] Haha! You're joking, right? Ponies have police? What are they gonna do, sing a song about friendship!?

PoliceMan Pony: No, we're gonna use special forces.

Plankton: Hahah--Wait, what? [The Ponies load up their horns, they then proceed to fire them at Plankton.] ARGGH.

[We see Plankton sitting on a bench in a Prison Cell wiping his eye with a cloth.]

Plankton: Pony Poisoned by Pony Police and now I'm in Pony Prison. That's a lot of P's for me take in right now.

[Present Time, in the same place]

Pony Prison Guard [Off Screen.] Hey! One eye, you've got a new cell mate!

Plankton: He better fit my standards and follow by my many rules. Number one...No taking showe--...

Pony Prison Guard: [Off Screen.] Just shut up and deal with him.

[A fish, from what looks to be a Bikini Bottomite enters the cell. The cell door quickly slams shut.]

Plankton: [With his eye closed as he speaks.] As I was saying, I have rules...Rule numb--[The cell mate puts his fin over Plankton's eye.] What are you doing?

Cell Mate: Quieting you.

Plankton: Well, my eye doesn't do the talking for me. My mouth does.

Cell Mate: Could've fooled me, I thought you was talking from your asshole.

Plankton: Well, there's no ne--[Opens his eye.] Wait a moment....[Stands back.] Are you...From Bikini Bottom...?

Cell Mate: Bikini Bottom in the Pacific Ocean?

Plankton: That's the only Bikini Bottom I've ever found to be liveable in.

Cell Mate: [Stands up, fully.] So, how did you get here?

Plankton: From a very crappy old TV, and you?

Cell Mate: A glove I bought. It allows me to rip through universes.

Plankton: The power glove?

Cell Mate: Of course it's not The Power Glove! It rips through universes!

Plankton: I bet your glove didn't have a movie based around it, did it?

Cell Mate: [Grabs Plankton, bashes him against the wall.] Listen closely, I'll say this only once! Me and you can rip through this cell and tear apart every universe, or we could keep on arguing where I may rip you APART. Understood?

Plankton: [Gets dropped back onto the cell floor.] Under--Wait, did you say we could rip out of this universe!?

Cell Mate: Yes, yes I did.

Plankton: Great, I'm so sick of ponies!

Cell Mate: Yes, this dimension is indeed torturous sometimes. All instruments of torture here are pink.

Plankton: Oh god.

Cell Mate: Did I say pink? I meant cupcake FLAVOURED.

Plankton: [Pulls down his skin under his eye.] OH NO.

Cell Mate: Did I say cupcake flavoured? I meant....MADE BY MATTEL.

Plankton: ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.

Cell Mate: They also changed PornHub to Porny Hub.

Plankton: [Gasp.] That's it...Tear a rip through the universe. I want to get outta this place NOW.

[The Cell Mate rips open a portal with a glove, the screen pans into the portal and shows the Channel Chasers logo.]

[To be continued...]