Haru’s Inferkit Conversions

  "Hold on, dear! Don't you want to hear my annual scary story?" Stolas asks. "No thank you, Stolas." Pinkie said at first, but then asked, "Uhh, does it have monsters in it?" "Indeed, the worst monster of them all." Stolas replies coldly. Who could this monster be? "Uhh... no." Pinkie says as she walks out the door, but before she does, she stops and asks Stolas one more question, "Is it a true story?" "True as the starry night sky." Stolas replies. Then, Pinkie started to hesitate about this before saying, "Okay, maybe just a little." "Have a seat, my dear." Stolas said, pushing Pinkie onto a chair as he goes and gets a campfire and places it in the middle. Then, he sits on a chair and starts to tell Pinkie the story, "Every year on Halloween night, the ghost of a young girl haunts the woods surrounding our village. Her name was Abigail and she was murdered by her own father, who buried...

  EXT. TOWER BRIDGE, LONDON - AFTERNOON Lovable hairdresser KING SPONGEBOB SQUAREPANTS is arguing with charming lawyer MR. EUGENE KRABS. SPONGEBOB tries to hug EUGENE but he shakes him off. SPONGEBOB Please Eugene, don't leave me. EUGENE I'm sorry SpongeBob, but I'm looking for somebody a bit more brave. Somebody who faces his fears head on, instead of running away. SPONGEBOB I am such a person! EUGENE frowns. EUGENE I'm sorry, SpongeBob. I just don't feel excited by this relationship anymore. EUGENE leaves. SPONGEBOB sits down, looking defeated. Moments later, witty psychiatrist PRINCE PATRICK STAR barges in looking flustered. SPONGEBOB Goodness, Patrick! Is everything okay? PATRICK I'm afraid not. SPONGEBOB What is it? Don't keep me in suspense... PATRICK It's ... a tiger ... I saw an evil tiger fire a bunch of children! SPONGEBOB Defenseless  children? PATRICK Yes, defenseless children! SPONGEBOB Bloomin' heck, Patrick! We've got to do somethi...

  Once upon a time there was a moist boy called SpongeBob Dutchman. He was on the way to see his Patrick Flying Dutchman, when he decided to take a short cut through Awfulpool Forest. It wasn't long before SpongeBob got lost. He looked around, but all he could see were trees. Nervously, he felt into his bag for his favourite toy, Molly, but Molly was nowhere to be found! SpongeBob began to panic. He felt sure he had packed Molly. To make matters worse, he was starting to feel hungry. Unexpectedly, he saw a cruel dog dressed in a purple bowler hat disappearing into the trees. "How odd!" thought SpongeBob. For the want of anything better to do, he decided to follow the peculiarly dressed dog. Perhaps it could tell him the way out of the forest. Eventually, SpongeBob reached a clearing. He found himself surrounded by houses made from different sorts of food. There was a house made from carrots, a house made from chocolates, a house made from humbugs and a house made from tof...

  SpongeBob ScaredyPants was thinking about Squidward again. Squidward was a wild coward with ruddy abs and fluffy feet. SpongeBob walked over to the window and reflected on his hilly surroundings. He had always loved dull Truro with its proud, powerful parks. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel healthy. Then he saw something in the distance, or rather some one . It was the a wild figure of Squidward . SpongeBob gulped. He glanced at his own reflection. He was a helpful, understanding, whiskey drinker with wobbly abs and brunette feet. His friends saw him as a joyous, jolly juggler. Once, he had even helped a nervous injured bird cross the road. But not even a helpful person who had once helped a nervous injured bird cross the road, was prepared for what Squidward had in store today.  The wind blew like rampaging koalas, making SpongeBob unstable. SpongeBob grabbed a cursed sausage that had been strewn nearby; he massaged it with his fingers. As SpongeBob stepp...

  SpongeBob ScaredyPants looked at the cursed sausage in his hands and felt healthy. He walked over to the window and reflected on his hilly surroundings. He had always loved dull Truro with its plain, panicky parks. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel healthy. Then he saw something in the distance, or rather some one . It was the figure of Squidward . Squidward was a wild coward with ruddy abs and fluffy feet. SpongeBob gulped. He glanced at his own reflection. He was a helpful, understanding, whiskey drinker with wobbly abs and brunette feet. His friends saw him as a jealous, joyous juggler. Once, he had even helped a squealing injured bird recover from a flying accident. But not even a helpful person who had once helped a squealing injured bird recover from a flying accident, was prepared for what Squidward had in store today.  The wind blew like rampaging koalas, making SpongeBob unstable.  As SpongeBob stepped outside and Squidward came closer, he cou...