It was a warm summer night in Bikini Bottom. The fish were sleeping, reading, or watching TV. On Conch Street, in the pineapple, a window crashing was heard.
"What was that?" Spongebob said to himself.
"Meow," said the snail.
Spongebob walked down the hall and into the living area. There, stood a fish wearing a ski mask armed with a baseball bat.
"DON'T MOVE A FREAKIN' MUSCLE!" The fish shouted.
Spongebob panicked. He didn't know what to do, so he did what he knew best. He ran back up the stairs, but the snail charged at the threat.
"Gary!" Spongebob yelled.
The snail continued to charge at the figure. The figure started to swing, but missed continually. Gary continued to run at the burglar, and eventually caught up. Gary opened wide, and clamped on the figure's leg.
"OWW!" The burglar shrieked.
The figure huddled over in pain, and eventually fell on the ground, blood trickling from the bitten leg. As he lay on the cold ground, the burglar had stopped moving. He had died. Later that night, Spongebob had heard a knock. The sponge walked over to his door and opened it. It was Patrick.
"Spongebob! I heard a window smash! Are you okay?" Patrick asked.
"Yeah, I'm okay. A burglar came in and tried to hurt me and Gary. I called the police." Spongebob responded.
Patrick did all he could to comfort his friend. Later, the sounds of police sirens filled the cool air.
