I propose we all assault the cookie dough factorys, snipe the guards on levels 3 - 5, tear gas B and L1, bust in with full kevlar and bayonet any survivors, then we reach mama keebler we just fuck that mofo up
After we assault the factory, we must move on to thier base. They have heavily fortified cookie dough outposts along thier island. We must break thier perimeter and storm in to retrieve the fuzzy poptart that enables the lifestream to continue. They have pillsberry dough boys sentinal guards with milkshake cannons, I recommend heavy assault weapon, cruise missiles, and peanut butter jelly sandwiches. We have 0 500 hours until the attack, we have swamp backing us up men, lets move out, fuck some cheese up the ying, and finally flat out the m00 on the r00f
Jelly. Sandwich. Left uncheck it could smother the rest of the marshmellows as we know it. They are chewy, delicious, and want to be eaten like a man being mongled by a pissed off military sargeant on an airplane with a charged taser. We will throw swamp into the pinapple under the sea while Ken invades the krusty krab. After obtaining the magical spatula I will finally be able to make me, a super taco.
All personnel please evacuate. Cream cheese are incoming, I repeat this is not a drill, our defenses our failing. Only 7 fat kids remain to hold back the attack. We must plan fast men. Mr Krabs is angry and has shaved himself. Spongebob, codenamed mongy, is leading an air assault in 2 hours. We have no anti air, all we have avilable our twinkies, and I'll be damned if we don't poke someones eye out. SGT. ThunderCrotch will pelvic thrust a hole to the underground bunker while I disco dance against the enemy. Move out men, and godspeed. Godspeed.