First, I want to say that this chapter's going to be way shorter than any others following it, since this will be my longest fanfiction. I'm just hoping I kick this off right. I had a lot more written, but now I'm rethinking things, so this is sort of a sneak peak like Nick always calls the pilot episode.

Well, believe it or not, today wasn't all that bad for Squidward Tentacles, at least so far. Spongebob, Patrick, and even Sandy were off at a summer camp (as counselors) for SB's mom's Christian school. Squidward was beyond happy to have the neighborhood to himself. However, he couldn't get the full enjoyment until Sunday, because the other five days he'd be slaving away at the Krusty Krab. At least I have evenings and Sunday to relax, Squid thought on his way to work Monday morning.

Right before he entered the famed eating establishment, however, he saw something that blew his mind. As he approached the intersection between the Chum Bucket and Krustly Krab, he could hear Plankton's voice. "Maybe we should get a bigger stick." He was saying. By then Squid was close enough to see Plankton. He looked alone, at first. Squidward gasped when he saw what looked like a floating stick race across the yard. Don't worry, Squidward wasn't seeing things. He figured the creature carrying it was smaller than Plankton himself. But what appalled Squidward was the expression on Plankton's face. He looked happy. Really, seriously, honestly happy. Squidward stood right in the middle of the street, watching in shock as Plankton, Sheldon James Plankton, happily playing fetch with his new pet.

After a while, Plankton must have seen Squidward, because he brought their little game inside the Chum Bucket. Squidy finally entered the Krusty Krab, where he was warmly greeted by Mr. Krabs.

"Mr. Squidward!" he yelled. "Yer late! Git in there and make me money!"

"Mr. Krabs, I am NOT late! It's 5:55 and we open at 6!"

"Well Spongebob gets here as early as 4 some days!"

"Well, Spongebob isn't here!" Squid stormed to his boat.

That next Monday, Spongebob Squarepants, Patrick Star, and Sandra "Sandy" Cheeks got off the bus in Bikini Bottom. For a while, they just smiled at each other. "Well," Sandy finally drawled in her thick southern accent. "Here we go." "I can't believe how great getting Saved feels!" beamed Spongebob."Well, remember what the speaking guy said." Said Patrick, sounding wise.

"What did he say again, Pat?" questioned SB. "I forgot." Pat shrugged. "He said that when you're first Saved you're filled with fire and happiness. But there are trials we'll face now that we're on God's side." Reminded Sandy. "Well, I can't think of anything that could happen. Nothing really bad has ever happened in our lives." The optimistic Sponge replied. "I know, buddy, but that doesn't mean bad stuff won't happen." Sandy rebuked.

"That doesn't mean good stuff can't happen either." SB said unfazed. Sandy stopped arguing.

(In case you're lost, they got Saved at the camp.) Although Patrick wanted Spongebob to make him a Krabby Patty (for breakfast) he had something he needed to do.

It was 5:43, so he had sometime before work. He just had to pray that didn't see him go into the Chum Bucket.

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"YIP! YIP! YIP! YIP! YIP!..." Spot would NOT shut up. It was, like, midnight or something and Plankton was crazy enough to want to sleep. However, Spot kept barking a nuzzling him until he just dragged him out of bed by the antenna. "Okay, okay." Plankton mumbled. "What time is it?" He looked at the clock. 5:43. How long was he up last night?

Spot was still barking. He ran up to the front door. That's when the famous single celled guy noticed knocking. He cautiously went to the door, not know who would want to visit him. He wished he hadn't broken his ladder so he could look through the peephole.

He was surprised to see Spongebob there. Spot was very happy, because SB's really the only person he knew in Bikini Bottom other than Plankton. "Hi, Plankton!" the sponge boy said happily. "I got back from camp!" "Uh, yeah," Plankton replied rubbing the side of his head. "And I wanted to check on you. How's being a pet owner?" Plank didn't want to answer. He loved Spot, but honestly he had forgotten to do evil or steal the formula in about a week. None of that escaped Karen. "It's okay." He said emotionlessly. "You've better get out of here before Krabs sees you." "Oh, okay." Spongebob replied less enthusiastically.

Yes, I use shortenings like "SB" instead of Spongebob, but hey, the faster I get this typed, the faster you can read it. One more thing, Spongebob is the first fan story I've ever started writing, even though it's not the first one I posted and won't be the first one I finish. It's changed a lot. In my first plot, SB, Pat and Squid all moved to an apartment building so they could be in a performing arts community group. There was also this mermaid girl named Alana, who I may or may not add to this fic in the far future (I don't even know)…