I'm Karen, the Blueberry, in this Tail X class, for it's the story of... The Big Bad Bubble Bass.
Oh, Rapture is gay!
Today, my collection will be completed!
At long last, Kinkylon, leader of the Swine Force 3 action team, will be mine!
And I know just what to wear.
Behold, Wolfman Boy, mortal enemy of the Swine Force 3!
Hours later, as the story goes, Bubble Bass arrived, still adjusting his clothes.
Sold out?
Sorry?
Not really?
Oh, this can't be happening!
Without Pigulon, my life is over!
Oh, boy, Patrick.
I can't believe we got the very last Pigulon.
Yeah, let's play with him.
Not Piggylon's precious packaging.
There goes half his value.
It's a good scratcher.
There goes the other half.
This cannot stand.
I must liberate Piggylon from the clutches of those buffoons.
Pardon me, good sirs.
I couldn't help but notice your Pigulon action figure.
Might I buy, trade, or swindle him from you?
Oh, he's all yours, Bubble Bass.
Anything for a friend.
Wait!
I want to play with the pig man.
He's mine, too.
Oh, sorry.
I forgot.
Patrick and I both chipped in to buy Pigulon.
Well, see you later.
Bye.
By the gods of nerddom, I will acquire that piggy log, no matter what!
Bubble Bass plotted his courage he'd found as he ranted and raved with no one around.
My machine, I have a toy to rescue.
Oh, hello, mysterious stranger.
How may I help you?
Toy inspector!
I'll have to take any dangerous toys found on your premises back to the station for questioning.
Dangerous toys?
You better come in right away!
Yes, now where do you keep your meager allotment of play things?
Oh, over here, in the vault.
Vault?
Uh...
Let's start, shall we?
We've got a lot of toys to get through.
Luckily, I alphabetized them.
This is Aaron Aardvark.
Is he dangerous?
Ow!
Uh, no.
This is Abby Aardvark.
Is she dangerous?
Ouch!
No.
This is Albert Aardvark.
Is he dangerous?
No, it's fine.
Many, many toys, they tell.
And on to the peas.
This portastic pigelon, is he dangerous?
Oh yes, he's very dangerous.
Oops, I went out of order.
This is perilous Percival, is he dangerous?
Yes, hello.
I'm a world-famous ghost hunter, and I've detected a massive haunting occurring within your domicile.
I'll have to scan your home to pinpoint the possessed item.
Mm-hmm.
Lots of ghost activity.
There is?
Yes.
Beep.
Who banished that goat for you right here?
Elsie, Canoosie, and Lonnie!
Who dares banish me from this plane?
He started it!
Yay!
Pigulon is saved!
Scumbarb!
Putrick!
You blithering fools better hand over Pigulon or I'll chug and I'll clog and I'll belch your house down!
Nobody's home!
Time for some fizzbomb burp fuel.
I said, hand over Piggyvon, or I'll chug, and I'll glug, and I'll belt your house down... again!
Good luck!
I built this rock entirely out of rock!
Let's turn up the heat.
They just don't make rocks the way they used to.
Squish, squish, squish, squish, squish, squish, squish!
Not interested.
Hey, what part of not interested don't you understand?
Pardon me, Squidward.
I'm going to need that Pigulon doll within your residence.
I said not interested!
Then I'll chug, and I'll glug, and I'll belch your house down, too!
Huh?
I don't understand.
Those burps should have rendered his home into stinky vapors.
Sorry, Bubble Bass.
I just had my house SpongeBob-proofed.
With his belching now foiled, he had but one plan.
Run home to his mommy and cry like a man.
He wept like a fountain and lied to the ma'am.
Those boys were the bullies.
And he her sweet lamb.
His mother was livid.
She screamed and she spat.
No villain should take her son's boy like that.
I am so disappointed.
You should eat belching at a 10th grade level by now.
Let Mama show you how it's done.
Here, Mother.
Oh, I don't need that stuff.
You boys had better give my Bubble Bass his toy back.
But it's our toy.
I have a receipt.
Bubble Bass?
M-Mama, that receipt must be a forgery.
No, Mama, please.
I was just trying to...
Hey, hey, don't cry.
We got something that might cheer you up.
You do?
Patrick and I want you to have Pigulant.
Oh, joy!
Give me, give me, give me.
I know you love him.
We sure had fun playing with him.
Well, Bubble Bass won, so he told himself, as he ran home to put his new doll on the shelf.
Squidward was forced to rebuild alone.
His insurance won't cover felch damage to home.
Hey!
Your fairy tale did this!
Get out of here!
Yeah!
Farewell!
Until next story time!