(The scene begins with a boat driving up to the intersection between the Chum Bucket and the Krusty Krab. A bureaucrat fish steps out of the car and places a stake into the street. He then places two signs on both of the hangers)
Mr. Krabs:(inside Krusty Krab) Hmm. What could be the doings of this stranger?
Plankton:(inside of Chum Bucket) This looks suspicious.
Both Mr. Krabs and Plankton:(both Mr. Krabs and Plankton step out of their restaurants toward the male fish) What's the big idea?
Bureaucrat Fish: Mr. Eugene Krabs and Sheldon Plankton...
Plankton and Mr. Krabs: Yes?
Bureaucrat Fish: These are for you. [walks away. They both look at the two signs]
Plankton and Mr. Krabs: (Reading the signs) "Updated city ordinance: Fast Food Restaurants cannot be within 100 feet of each other". Huh?
Bureaucrat Fish: The Krusty Krab and The Chum Bucket are located too close together. One of your restaurants is going to have to be bulldozed.
Plankton and Mr. Krabs: (In shock) B - B - B - Bulldozed!!?? (They measure the distance between the 2 restaurants with Tape Measures)
Plankton: (In shock) 99 feet!
Mr. Krabs: (Sad) Its true.
Plankton: (Letting go of the Tape Measure) Ahhhhhhhhhh! (Crashes into pole) OOF!
Mr. Krabs:(Suspicious) Which one of us is gonna get bulldozed?
Bureaucrat Fish: That's for you two to decide.
Mr. Krabs: (Angry) I'm not going anywhere!. You're the one who is moving!!
Plankton: (Angry) You are moving!!
Mr. Krabs: Ohoho no you are!
Plankton: Oh no I'm not!
Bureaucrat Fish: (Interrupts them): Gentlemen you have 24 hours to decide which of you moves. That's the law around here! (He drives off)
Mr. Krabs: (Angry) Pack your bags pipsqueak!
Plankton: (Angry) You might as well close up shop right now Krabs. Your customers won't miss a thing
Mr. Krabs: (Laughs) At least i have customers.
Plankton: (Angry) Oh yeah!? Well I'm gonna put together a....uh...a petition of customers signatures.
Mr. Krabs: Ha! Good luck with that ludicrous idea! (Walks to Krusty Krab). (Confused) Petition? (Walks through doors) Squidward! SpongeBob!
(Squidward puts magazine down) (SpongeBob zooms to Mr. Krabs while Squidward walks)
Mr. Krabs: (Hands petitions to SpongeBob and Squidward) You two take these petitions to save The Krusty Krab and secure as many signatures as you can!
SpongeBob: (Saluting) Sir yes Sir!
Squidward: (Sarcastic) Oh yeah, I'm definitely gonna do this.
SpongeBob: (Signing) And I'm gonna be the first signature. There and how about you Squidward? Could we count on your support? (In shock to see Squidward gone and the petition still there) Squidward?
(Bubble transition to Mrs. Puffs Boating School)
SpongeBob: Hello, Mrs. Puff!
Mrs. Puff: (frightened) No! Stay away! I can't afford to go back in the slammer!
SpongeBob: I'm just here if you would sign this petition. It'll save the Krusty Krab from getting bulldozed!
Mrs. Puff: Why would I care about that?
SpongeBob: (gasps) Mrs. Puff, don't you care what happens to Mr. Krabs? Squidward? Gary? Me?
Mrs. Puff: Not particularly.
Delivery Man: (walks in the classroom) Excuse me? I'm looking for a Mrs. Puff.
Mrs. Puff: Yes, that's me.
Delivery Man: Your new boat's here. Just sign here, please. (Mrs. Puff signs the paper)
SpongeBob: Speaking of signatures, would you sign this petition to save the Krusty Krab? (SpongeBob hands out a piece of paper)
Delivery Man: Why would I care about the Krusty Krab? (annoyed) I'll unload the boat. (SpongeBob and the delivery man both walk out of the classroom. SpongeBob notices something about the boat.) (closeup of the boat's lever)
SpongeBob: Don't worry, Mr. Delivery Man. I got this. (SpongeBob pushes down the boat's lever. It moves backwards, heading straight towards the school. Mrs. Puff notices this.)
Mrs. Puff: NOOO!! (She closes the door, when the boat crashes into the school. Mrs. Puff puffs up.)
(Bubble transition to SpongeBob walking on the street)
SpongeBob: (He comes to a repair man close to a boat, who looks at a piece of paper) Excuse me, sir. Would you like to sign a petition to save the Krusty Krab?
Repair Man: (confused) Why would I want to do that? The food there is dangerous. (closeup of the paper that says, "Krabby Patties are Dangerous" as SpongeBob reads it)
SpongeBob:(worried) Sir, where did you get this?
Repair Man: It was on my windshield. They're all over the place! (even more copies of the paper are attached to buildings)
SpongeBob: This must be Plankton's dirty plan. (cut to SpongeBob running towards the Krusty Krab) Mr. Krabs! Mr. Krabs! (As he enters, many people with papers all talking at once angrily to Mr. Krabs)
Nat: Hey, Mr. Krabs! Why are your patties dangerous?
Everyone: Yeah! (They keep talking at once.)
Mr. Krabs: (worried) I...I...uh... My...my patties are dangerous because...because they're so...uh...uh...they're so-
SpongeBob: (comes out of the kitchen with a plate of Krabby Patties) Delicious!
Nat: (as everyone else stares) Kid's got a point. (Everyone talks at once happily. They start taking the patties.)
Mr. Krabs: (leans closer to SpongeBob) Thanks for saving me shell, boy!
SpongeBob: Don't thank me, Mr. Krabs. Thank the krabby patty.
Plankton: (growls, then returns to the Chum Bucket, sad) That does it!
Karen: Throwing in the napkin, are we?
Plankton: (sobs loudly on a suitcase) My restaurant. My laboratory. My evil inventions. All about to be flattened! Just give me a moment to say my goodbyes. (walks sadly by his former things while holding the suitcase) Farewell, stench-vision goggles. Farewell, Chum Bucket replicator. Farewell, hypnotizer helmet. We had some diabolical times together, didn't we? (walks to a cannon) So long, sonic cannon that destroys every known material in the universe. (As he accidentally sobs on the cannon's button, it activates, and makes a hole, destroying part of the Chum Bucket. SpongeBob sees this while humming on the street. He finally hears Plankton crying, sobbing while laying down.)
SpongeBob: (sadly) Plankton, I'm sorry. (sniffs) Sorry I made my Krabby Patty so delicious. (sobs)
Plankton: (angry) Hey, get lost! I'm the only one that weeps around here.
SpongeBob: But I can't help it think that I somehow had a hand in your misery. Or at least a spatula. Nobody would sign a petition to bulldoze the Krusty Krab unless you pay them. And who would be loaned down enough to do that?
Plankton: (smiles, closes a door, then chuckles evilly) Karen, are you thinking what I'm thinking?
Karen: Before you start buying up those petition signatures, you should know that our checking account balance is (shown on her screen) Negative $375.
Plankton: Not to worry, my lady. I have a plan.
Mr. Krabs: (cut to him looking through a telescope) Hmm... Now there's something you don't see every day.
SpongeBob: (serves Krabby Patties to a three-headed fish) Three-Headed Jake? He comes in every day.
Mr. Krabs: Not him. I'm referring to the large crowd gathered at the Chum Bucket. It appears they are actually giving Plankton... MONEY?! (A customer gives Plankton money while wearing the hypnotizer helmet from earlier.)
Plankton: You just got a steel, sir. You'll get many villainess years out of that little number. (He chuckles evilly, then jumps up to put the money in the cash register.) I'll forget this restaurant nonsense, Karen. I should've opened a yard sale business years ago. (Fish look at stuff.) Step up, fishes. Every evil invention is price to move!
Charlie: I'll take this recti generator off your hands (gives Plankton money)
Nat: (He wears the goggles from earlier.) I'll give you $1,000 for the stench-vision goggles. (puts the money on Plankton's antennas)
Pilar: (points at Karen) Hey, how much for the computer?
Plankton: How much you got?
Karen: (angry) Plankton!
Plankton: All right. My wife's not for sale. (to everyone) But everything else must go! (Everyone cheers and gives Plankton even more money, smiling. Plankton sticks his head out of the stack.) Well, wifie. Looks like it's time to proceed to the next phase. (As he pulls a rope, the sign changes from "Yard Sale" to "$ for your signature".) (through a megaphone, holding a dollar) Who wants free money? (Everyone notices.)
Dennis: (turns his head) FREE?!
Debbie: (also turns her head) MONEY?! (Everyone happily runs to the stand.)
Nat: FREE MONEY! (Angrily, he turns a boat to the other side then joins everyone else. The boat catches on fire and explodes.)
Plankton: ('Everyone crowds around him.) Okay, okay. One at a time, please. (holding a dollar) To receive your free money, (holding a piece of paper attached to a clipboard) just sign this petition to save the Chum Bucket.
Pilar: Ooh, ooh. Me first. (As he signs the petition, Plankton gives him a dollar, then laughs evilly.) Yeah!
Mr. Krabs: (He walks in the Krusty Krab, angry.) This is outrageous! (to SpongeBob) You see what Plankton's doing, don't ya? He's undermining the democratic process by lab raging his temporarily financial windfall in order to buy every signature in Bikini Bottom. (counts his change) There's 20, 40, 50... We just bought mine 4 times! And me tasty food is one thing. (points out the window) But how can I compete with free money? (sad) I'm doomed! Well... clean around, boy. Border up. I'm afraid we're closing up for good. (sobs while biting his finger)
Plankton: (meanwhile, as everyone cheers...) (happily) Thank you, thank you! I've got what I need! (holding up the clipboard and paper) I got the signatures! (confused while looking at the paper) All but one. Guess I won't be hiring the yellow sponge anytime soon. (evilly happily) But none of that matters now! Cause the majority is on my side! Which in a democracy is all you need.
(Meanwhile, cut to SpongeBob putting mayonnaise in a box, then taping it up, then cut to Mr. Krabs putting down a clock as the truck from the beginning of the episode arrives.)
Mr. Krabs: (sad) It's time. (He goes outside on the street and waits for the truck to stop in front of him.)
Bureaucrat Fish: (puts one of the truck's windows down) So, who's getting bulldozed today?
Plankton: (with the clipboard) Oh, not me, you bureaucraticness. I completed my petition. (Mr. Krabs is worried.)
Bureaucrat Fish: The people have spoken. Step aside, Mr. Krabs. (Part of the truck smokes fire out.)
Mr. Krabs: But... but... (As he backs up, the truck follows him, towards the Krusty Krab.) (angry) No! I'm not going anywhere!
Bureaucrat Fish: Please comply, Mr. Krabs. It'll be quick and painless.
Mr. Krabs: If you wanna bulldoze me restaurant, (locks himself up) it's gonna be long and painful!
SpongeBob: (is seen at the top of the restaurant, also locked up) (angry) Stand your ground, Mr. Krabs! We are right behind you, right, Squidward? (The lock is empty.) Squidward?
Squidward: (He is outside his home, with an umbrella on top of him, sitting on a chair, and drinking a cup of tea, happily.)
Bureaucrat Fish: (He moves his truck closer to the restaurant.) Okay, now this is really your last chance.
Mr. Krabs: (still angry) I'm never leaving the Krusty Krab!
Bureaucrat Fish: Fine. Have it your way. (He pushes a lever.)
Plankton: (He chuckles evilly, while setting up himself a movie theater seat, then sits on it.) Bring it on! Bring the destruction! (munches on popcorn)
Mr. Krabs: (Part of the truck smokes more fire out, and the truck starts to move even closer to the restaurant.) (sad) Goodbye, Krusty Krab! (As he closes his eyes, the truck begins to move the restaurant, but only moves 1 foot.) (confused) Eh?
Bureaucrat Fish: Thank you for your cooperation.
Plankton: (spits the popcorn out, angry) What?! Excuse me, sir, but, uh... (stands on the seat) you forgot to level the place!
Mr. Krabs: (confused) Uhh... yeah.
Bureaucrat Fish: Demolition is outside of my prevue. I simply insure that restaurants comply with the 100 foot ordinance. (He measures the distance with a tape measure and says the 1 foot on it.) That's 1 more foot. Perfect! (He walks away from the restaurant.)
Plankton: (jumping on the seat, still angry) But that's not fair! (He slips inside and the seat closes on him.)
SpongeBob: So you're not gonna destroy the Krusty Krab?
Bureaucrat Fish: No...
SpongeBob: (He jumps inside the truck, hugging the bureaucrat fish.) Thank you! Thank you, thank you, thank you! Thank you, thank you! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! (As the bureaucrat fish accidentally pulls the lever, the truck goes backwards. He and SpongeBob look out the window.) Oh, dear. (The truck crashes through the Chum Bucket, destroying it.)
Plankton: (Meanwhile, he's free from the seat after struggling to.) (STILL angry) Come on! Let's do this! I wanna see some destruction! (As he gasps, he finally sees the destroyed Chum Bucket.) I think I've seen enough. (He goes back inside the seat.)