TCT ROAD TRIP

Mr.herriman:*Speaks in fluent british accent*Watch out people im busy driving so you need to stop bothering and anmoying me Squidward:When we will get a new clarine- Mr.herriman:Silence! Mr.squidclairnet Phil(Nutshack):OH MAN,Mr.herriman was crazy jack(Nutshack):Uhm phill i dont think so TITLE: THE INFINITE HIGHWAY HAUL INT. THE INFINITE PASSENGER VAN - CONTINUOUS MR. HERRIMAN aggressively swerves the steering wheel, his newly restored white mustache flapping wildly in the air conditioning vents as the speedometer ticks closer to infinite speed. MR. HERRIMAN [Foster's Home] (Shouting over the engine in a fluent British accent) Mms-yes! Brace yourselves, you uncultivated hitchhikers! We are approaching the inter-dimensional toll booth! MR. KRABS [SpongeBob] (Sticking his leathery red claw from the passenger seat, holding a metal coin bucket) Arg-arg-arg-arg! Hear that, buckos?! That means everyone back there owes me a five-dollar vehicle maintenance contribution! Hand over your wallets, or I'm putting a boot on the tires! BLOO [Foster's Home] (Hanging his entire blue body out the middle window, his eyes wide and crazy) NO WAY, SEAFOOD! Go maximum overdrive, Herriman! We're driving straight through the toll! Look, it's the green guys! CHICKEN NUBS!!! Down on the floorboards, millions of tiny PLANKTON COUSINS [SpongeBob] are running and jumping over the pedal mechanisms, collectively hoisting a greasy fast-food box up into the air. THE PLANKTON CLAN (Chanting at a deafening volume) CHICKEN NUBS! CHICKEN NUBS! CHICKEN NUBS! SHELDON J. PLANKTON [SpongeBob] (Standing on the dashboard, screaming into his tiny megaphone) IT IS NUGGETS, YOU MICROSCOPIC EMBARRASSMENTS!!! N-U-G-G-E-T-S!!! BUBBLE BASS [SpongeBob] (Waddling into the center aisle, completely blocking the path, holding a massive jar of condiments) Excuse me, but this vehicular seating arrangement is an absolute logistical nightmare. The lumbar support on these seats is fundamentally amateurish, and the lack of a proper mustard dispenser in the armrests deserves a zero-star review! Do you hear me, bare-lipped rodent bunny man?! MR. HERRIMAN (Slamming his paw on the dashboard, showing his massive upper buckteeth) I HAVE RE-GLUED MY REFINED FACIAL DECORATION, YOU OVER-INFLATED SEABASS! I AM NOT A RODENT! In the next row, PINKY DINKY DOO sits next to FRANKIE FOSTER. Pinky adjusts her light pink-purple glasses, her six pink heart makeup shapes gleaming in the dashboard lights as she points her phone camera at the chaos. PINKY DINKY DOO [Pinky Dinky Doo] (Giggling, her giant pink hair bouncing) Wow, Frankie! My phone's recording is capturing a great big humongous blabbermouth blowout! Look at Bloo's face! FRANKIE FOSTER [Foster's Home] (Drinking a juice box, laughing hysterically) Oh, Pinky, this is gold! Just wait until Anabella sees what he did to the windshield wipers! Suddenly, from the very back seat, a bright pink flamingo—ANABELLA [Doki]—flaps her wings in total panic, pointing a paint roller at Bloo. ANABELLA (Screaming dramatically) He scribbled all over the navigation screen! He drew a permanent marker mustache on the GPS! He's a menace to the artistic layout of this entire road trip! KIT BODEGA [Gameoverse] (Casually leaning against the back door, clicking a digital screwdriver to calibrate her plasma cannon arm) Relax, bird-legs. If the blue blob tries to scribble on my tech, Kaboodle's gonna remodel his pixels into a toaster. KABOOLLE [Gameoverse] (Floating over Kit's shoulder, his single digital lens flashing a bright, smug gold) Processing: Chicken nubs. Adhesion parameters optimal. Master Blooregard's survival probability is rapidly dropping to zero. RIVET [Clang Invasion] (Popping out from a storage compartment under the back seat, waving a massive high-tech wrench) Did someone say pixel deletion?! Because if I catch that blue blob near my mechanical scrap-masterpieces again, I'm throwing him straight into the engine's combustion oven! MERMAID MAN [SpongeBob] (Sitting in his motorized wheelchair anchored to the floorboards, waking up from a nap and shouting at the ceiling) To the snack bar, Barnacle Boy! The evil forces of over-priced road-trip beef jerky are gathering in the glove compartment! EVIIIIIL!!! PHIL [The Nutshack] (Staring at the whole chaotic crowd, rubbing his eyes in utter disbelief) OH MAN, Mr. Herriman was crazy! This whole van is a straight-up psychiatric ward on wheels! JACK [The Nutshack] (Clutching his seatbelt tightly as the van hits a cosmic pothole) Uhm, Phil, I don't think so... I don't think any of us are making it to the next rest stop alive. MR. HERRIMAN (Steering wildly into a brilliant, sparkling vortex of infinite dimensions) Mms-yes! Hold onto your top hats, travelers! Next stop: uhm...I cant remebrr [BUM BOOM TAS] (All crossover characters laughs) Mr.herriman:SILENCE YOU JERK HEADS Mr.herriman:I mean,Be careful people Dwayne[Nutshack]:Hey mr.herriman when do we- MR.herriman:Im busy driving! Frankie foster:*Sitting next to mr.herriman when mr.herriman is in the driver seat&She scrools on her phone bored* whatever!