“No More”

Spongebob skidded to a stop at the familiar voice, and turned to the elderly woman with a sly grin. “I’ve been waiting for you, Helen,” he hissed. “You’ll never stop me from steppin’ on the beach (do do do do). It, and all of its inhabitants, belong to me now.”

“In due time, Sponge. In due time.”
Helen hopped into her 79′ Ford and rolled down the windows to yell one more final thing at the Yellow Demon. A warning.
“Your kingdom will perish.”
as the last word slipped from her lips she sped off, leaving Sponge Bob to marinate in her vague threat.