10 Spongy Years

(1999-2009)\

Chapter 1

"Watch this one Pat!" I shouted to my best friend.

Patrick and I were at Jellyfish fields catching Jellyfish. But we weren't just catching jellies; we were catching them with our skateboards! That's right; we were doing our favorite sport to the extreme!

"I'm watching SpongeBob!" Patrick watched as I put down my skateboard, jumped on it, and went down the small mountain like a ramp. I gained speed every second. As the Jellyfish tried to scurry away, I lifted my Jellyfish net and swung. Swish! I caught the Jellyfish!

"Ya- hoooo!" I cheered. "I did it! I caught one, ya- hoo; yeah baby! Who's the sponge? That's right. I am! I am! I a…" SMACK! I smacked into a coral plant. Patrick gasped and rushed to me.

"SPONGEBOB! SPONGEBOB!"he yelled as he freed me from the debris of the coral plant. "Are you all right? SpongeBob, speak to me!"

"Ohhhhhh" I moaned from my crash. Patrick smiled.

"His first words since the crash." He said, and then he clapped his hands. "Yay, SpongeBob's all right!" I shook it off. Patrick gasped.

"You mean you're not all right?" My friend began crying. "What have become of my friend?" I stood up and went to comfort my sad friend. I put my arm around him.

"There there Pat." I said to him. "Don't cry; I'm all right!" Patrick looked at me.

"Really?" I nodded.

"Are you sure?" I nodded again. He looked hopeful then looked uncertain.

"Are you absolute positive you're all right?" I laughed a little.

"Oh Pat you silly fish!" I told him. "Of course I'm all right!" Patrick looked at me.

"How?" He asked. I tapped my purple helmet on my head.

"Protective headgear!" I told him.

"So a tiny hard hat protected you from possible death?" I nodded for the third time. Patrick looked amazed. "Wow!" He then cheered and jumped in the air.

"Whoo hoo!" He cheered. "Hurray for safety!"

"So how was today Pat?" I asked him when we were sitting on the grass beside a coral tree, enjoying our Jelly Patties. "Wasn't today the awesomeness day ever?"

"The awesomeness!" Patrick agreed.

"Yeah." I said taking a bite.

"Too bad it's almost over." I looked at him with jelly on my face.

"What do you mean?"

"Well you know. The sun is setting. Te day almost is at its end."

"True Pat. But we still got tomorrow and the next day and the next!" I put my arm around him. "And as long as I'm still around blowing bubbles, the fun will never stop! It lasts permently!"

"Yay!" Patrick cheered. "I hope it never stops!"

"It will never stop just like our friendship! Remember, tomorrow's only a day away!"

"You said it buddy!" We did a toast with our lemonades, laughed, and continued with our picnic.

After the picnic, we laid down on the grass and watched the breutiful underwater sunset. After that we jellyfished some more.

"Well come on Pat." I told him. "It's late. Time to hit the hay until tomorrow."

"Hit the hay?" Patrick wanted to know. "But SpongeBob, where are we going to find a barn at this hour?" I laughed.

"No Pat!" I said to him. "Not lituterly! I meant its sleepy time; time for us to go to bed and get some shuteye."

"Oh well, night SpongeBob!"

"Night Pat!" We both waved goodbye, then departed for our homes.

Going home, I passed by the Treedome, Goo Lagoon, The Krusty Krab, the Chum Bucket, Mr. Krab's house (and Pearl's), Patrick's house, Squidward's house, then finally, my house.

After I opened my front door and closed it behind me, Gary greeted me. He purred at my knees. I smiled, picked him up, and hugged him.

"Hay Gar!" I said. "How's my favorite snail doing?"

"Meow." He answered. I laughed as he purred in my arms.

"I bet you're hungry!" I sat him down.

"Meow."

"Don't worry! Let you ol' pal SpongeBob fix you up something." I scurried into the kitchen.

"There you go!" I told him when I was done. "Enjoy!" I scurried of again.

"Meow."

"And now to enjoy my annural beverage before bedtime." I said to no one in particular. I held up my can of Kelpsi Cola. "Drink up Squarepants!" I opened it and began drinking.

Suddenly, I felt strange.

"That's funny." I told myself. "I feel weird." I drank again, and then it happened. Before I knew it; I fell to the floor with a sudden jolt. Everything went dark.

The next morning, I opened my eyes. All of my friends faces started as a blur until my eyes got adjusted so I could see them fully. I saw Sandy, Pat, Mr. Krabs, and Squidward.

"Guys!" I said, rubbing my eyes. "What are you all doing in my house? What happened?"

"House?" Patrick questioned. "This isn't your house or are you redecorating?"

"I didn't want to come." Squidward admitted. "But I was forced to come like always."

"No I didn't redecorate." I told my friend. "What make you say that?"

"Don't know but that's not what your house says."

"My house, what?" I looked around. I was in a hospital room.

"Where am I?"

"You even changed your bed." I looked down I was on a hospital bed. I screamed.

"Why am I in the hospital?" I asked.

"You're moving in to a hospital?"

"What's happening? Why am I here?" Before Sandy could answer, a doctor appeared from the curtain.

"Hello SpongeBob." He greeted me.

"Doc, what's going on? Why am I here?"

"You had a heart attack last night."

"Heart attack, what?"

"And now." He then looked sad. "I got some really sad news to tell you."

"What is it Doc? Am I going to be alright?" The doctor sadly shook his head. My friends looked sad too; they were hiding something from me.

"What? Why do you all look so gloomy all of a sudden?" The doctor looked at me.

"SpongeBob." He began. "I am sorry to tell you this but according to our research; if you can't get better in the next 72 hours, you will die."