“I am not!” Flapjack said, hugging Bubbie the whale. “But I bet the thief is on the Sudsy Islands!”
K’nuckles whispered, “Kid, we’re doomed. I haven’t washed my socks since 2003. That seal’s too clean for me to handle.”
And somewhere in the harbor, Prince Puddles—now soap-free and grumpy—was already plotting his revenge with a rubber duck and a grudge.
“You!” the Sea-Sponge gasped. “Prince Puddles!”
He tossed the soap recipe into the air, and K’nuckles—for the first time in his life—jumped with purpose. He caught the scroll, tripped, and landed face-first in a mud puddle. The Sea-Sponge grabbed the recipe, huffed, and turned the scrub-brush army into… soap scum.
