But Flapjack had an idea. He grabbed a bar of the stolen soap, carved it into a fake treasure map, and ran up to the volcano’s edge.
Before K’nuckles could argue, a massive wave crashed over the dock, and with it came a colossal, grumpy Sea-Sponge the size of a rowboat. It was foaming at the pores—literally. White, fragrant suds oozed from every hole.
Flapjack, however, was wide awake, bouncing on a barrel of molasses. “Captain! Captain! I found a map in a bottle that leads to the legendary Sudsy Islands, where the fountains spray everlasting bubble bath!” The Marvelous Misadventures of Flapjack 2008 Se...
The Sponge narrowed its porous eyes. “Fine. You three—the whale, the orphan, and the bearded hobo—are coming with me. If you’re lying, I’ll exfoliate you to dust.”
“You!” the Sea-Sponge gasped. “Prince Puddles!” But Flapjack had an idea
“I am not!” Flapjack said, hugging Bubbie the whale. “But I bet the thief is on the Sudsy Islands!”
They reached the Sudsy Islands—a land of towel trees, loofah bushes, and a giant volcano that erupted lavender-scented steam. Inside the volcano’s crater sat a bathtub throne, and on it was… a baby seal wearing a tiny crown and a monocle. It was foaming at the pores—literally
Prince Puddles was washed away by a wave of his own shame (and actual water). The Sudsy Islands crumbled into harmless, fluffy bubbles.