Title: Plankton vs. Mr. Krabs - The Epic Rap Battle Fade in: We open on the Krusty Krab, where Mr. Krabs is counting his money. Plankton: (off-screen) Hey, Krabs! It's time to settle this once and for all! Mr. Krabs: (irritated) Plankton, what do you want now? Plankton: (off-screen) I challenge you to a rap battle! Mr. Krabs: (laughing) A rap battle? You're no match for me! Plankton: (off-screen) We'll see about that. Meet me at the Bikini Bottom Rap Arena at 3 pm sharp! Cut to the Bikini Bottom Rap Arena, where a crowd of sea creatures have gathered to watch the Much-Anticipated Rap Battle. The camera pans over to the stage, where Plankton and Mr. Krabs stand, facing each other. Plankton: (holding a microphone) Krabs, you're a miser, it's plain to see You value money over friends, that's your tragedy You keep your employees under your thumb But I'll show everyone you're nothing but a bum Mr. Krabs: (grabbing his own microphone) Oh, Plankton, you're a fool to spit those words I'll destroy you with rhymes sharp as swords You're a tiny speck in a big, blue sea And nothing you say will ever faze me The music starts, and the rap battle begins. Plankton: I may be small, but my rhymes pack a punch You're just a cheap hermit crab in a lunch Your burgers are greasy, your prices are high I'll shut down your restaurant and leave you high and dry Mr. Krabs: You think you're smart, you think you're slick But you'll never get that Krabby Patty secret, ick You've been trying for years, but it's just out of reach Without me, your life would be a pathetic leech Plankton: I don't need your burgers or your secret recipe All I need is to watch you suffer in misery Your greed is your downfall and your weakness I'll make you pay for your selfishness Mr. Krabs: My weakness? You couldn't even beat a sponge Your plans are weak, your schemes are a plunge I'm the king of Bikini Bottom, that's a fact You're just a flea on my exoskeleton, go back The music comes to a stop as the two rappers face each other menacingly. Plankton: Well, it looks like the battle is over, we're done Your lyrics were weak, your rhymes had no fun I'll take my leave, and you can go back to counting your cash I hope you enjoyed the beatdown, you greedy old crass Mr. Krabs: Don't be so sure, little Plankton, you may have won this round But I'll be back, I'll always rebound You may have thought you won, but I'm still the king Remember that, little flea, and the hit that you'll bring. The crowd goes wild, as Plankton and Mr. Krabs exit the stage. They may have been rivals, but there was no denying the entertainment value of their epic rap battle. Fade out.