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After Sawada triumphantly defeated the Dream Beat Em Up SpongeBob mode, he surveyed his options and decided to take on the final path in the game: SpongeBob Car. With a gleam of excitement in his eyes, he selected it, and the screen transitioned to a familiar scene.

 Ms. Puff, SpongeBob's perpetually stressed driving instructor, appeared with her stern yet exasperated expression. "SpongeBob, you need to be careful!" she scolded through the text box. "Or I might not let you graduate from driving school—again!"

The game wasted no time diving into the action. SpongeBob hopped into his iconic boatmobile, the engine rumbling as the first stage began. Sawada's thumbs danced across the controller as SpongeBob sped through the colorful streets of Bikini Bottom. The objective was simple yet chaotic: avoid obstacles, rack up points by smashing into certain destructible props, and steer clear of pedestrians. Each time SpongeBob plowed through a stack of crates or a jellyfishing net, the score counter ticked upward, accompanied by a satisfying ding. But Ms. Puff wasn't about to let him enjoy it quietly—she screeched through the speakers, "Slow down, SpongeBob! You're going to wreck everything!" Her voice grew louder and more frantic with every crash, clearly trying to rattle the player. Sawada, however, just smirked. He was in the zone.

The catch was that hitting a pedestrian—like a clueless fish wandering across the road—deducted points. Sawada's grin widened as he swerved around a group of Bikini Bottomites, expertly threading the needle between chaos and precision. After five minutes of intense driving, he cleared the first stage with a whopping 10,000 points. The screen flashed, and a shiny golden spatula appeared as his reward. "Stage one down," he muttered to himself, already eager for more.

"Heh, so no breaks to get five spatulas? Bring it on!" he declared, pumping a fist as he dove into Stage 2. The difficulty ramped up immediately. The roads narrowed, obstacles multiplied, and Ms. Puff's nagging hit a fever pitch. Sawada leaned forwarded, fully immersed. By Stage 3, the game threw a new curveball: cars speeding toward SpongeBob from the opposite direction. "Whoa!" Sawada exclaimed as he jerked the joystick to dodge an oncoming taxi, narrowly avoiding a head-on collision. The screen shook with the close call, and Ms. Puff's voice cut through again: "SpongeBob, watch where you're going!"

Then came a surprise cameo. Zabo-Man, a quirky character from earlier in the game, popped up on the roadside, waving a jellyfishing net and shouting gibberish. Sawada laughed. "What's this guy doing here?" The distraction nearly cost him, as a rogue bus barreled toward him. He swerved just in time, racking up another 500 points by smashing a pile of tires.

Stage 4 cranked the insanity up another notch. Now, Ms. Puff wasn't just yelling—she was physically shaking SpongeBob's boat mobile from the passenger seat! The screen wobbled violently, making it harder to steer. Sawada gritted his teeth, his fingers working overtime to stabilize the controls. "This is nuts!" he said, half-laughing, half-frustrated. He crashed twice, forcing him to retry the stage. Each failure only fueled his determination. "I'm not giving up now," he muttered, diving back in. On his third attempt, he finally nailed it, earning his fourth golden spatula.

After an hour of relentless driving, dodging, and smashing, Sawada reached Stage 5—the ultimate test. The streets were a nightmare of tight turns, aggressive rival drivers, and an onslaught of obstacles. Ms. Puff's screams were practically white noise by now, but Sawada turned her out, his focus razor-sharp. With a final, triumphant drift around a corner, he smashed through the finish line, claiming his fifth golden spatula. The screen erupted in celebration, showering SpongeBob with confetti as the score tallied up: 25,000 points.

"Wow! Finally, I beat it!" Sawada exclaimed, leaning back in his chair. On-screen, Ms. Puff popped up one last time, her text box flashing: "SpongeBob, you still don't graduate!" Sawada chuckled at the absurdity. "Harsh, but fair," he said, shaking his head. He was ready for whatever came next.

With five golden spatulas in hand, Sawada unlocked the final stage. He'd already collected 15 more from previous modes, bringing his total to 20—enough to access the grand finale. The screen faded to black, then lit up with a dramatic flourish. SpongeBob stood before a towering, green-skinned figure adorned with a crown and a flowing beard: King Neptune himself.

"You've done well, you little yellow creature," Neptune boomed, his voice deep and commanding. "But now you must defeat me! I desire those golden spatulas for myself. To make this interesting, I'll grant you a gift!" With a theatrical wave of his trident, Neptune unleashed a bolt of lightning that struck SpongeBob. In an instant, the scrawny sponge transformed into a muscular powerhouse, his tiny arms bulging with newfound strength. He gripped a golden spatula like a warrior wielding a sword.

"Oh, this is gonna be good," Sawada said, cracking his knuckles. The final boss kicked off, and the gameplay shifted into a Punch-Out!!-style brawl. SpongeBob squared up against Neptune, who towered over him with a menacing grin. The king attacked with sweeping trident strikes and crashing waves of water, each move telegraphed with subtle cues. Sawada, a veteran of ZEPS Punchout, read the patterns like a pro. He dodged a trident thrust, then countered with a flurry of spatula smacks. "Haha! It's just like Punch-Out!" he shouted, reveling in the familiarity.

The fight was intense. Neptune's attacks grew faster and trickier, forcing Sawada to stay on his toes. A poorly timed dodge cost him a chunk of health, but he rallied back, landing a critical hit that staggered the king. "Come on, SpongeBob, finish him!" Sawada cheered. With one last mighty swing of the golden spatula, SpongeBob sent Neptune crashing to the ocean floor in defeat.

"Good job, yellow creature!" Neptune roared, his tone shifting to admiration. "You've bested me in combat! Ladies and gentlemen, I present to you the new champion of the sea!" The crowd of underwater onlookers—fish, jellyfish, and even a smug-looking Squidward—cheered wildly as SpongeBob flexed his temporary muscles.

The credits rolled, showcasing the developers' names alongside clips of SpongeBob's wild adventure. But just before the game faded out, a twist: the screen zoomed in on SpongeBob, dazed and sitting inside a cardboard box. The entire journey had been his imagination all along.

Sawada burst out laughing. "HAHA! That's so funny! I can't believe it!" He clutched his sides, still chuckling at the ridiculousness of it all. "This game's got everything—driving, fighting, and now this? So diverse!"

He glanced at the clock. Over six hours had flown by since he'd started playing. "Whoa, six hours already? Time to rest, I guess," he said with a tired but satisfied sigh. He powered down the console, giving it a pat as if to say good job. The room fell quiet, save for the faint hum of the cooling system. Sawada stretched, his mind still buzzing with the thrill of SpongeBob's wild ride. Tomorrow, he'd be back for more—but for now, he'd earned a break.

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