[A/N: I wanted to do a crossover, so I am. I decided to put together the 2 shows I actually watched every episode of. Spongebob and HA!. Why am I posting this in the normal "HA!" section? Because it is mostly Hey Arnold and I know I will get no reviews if I put it in the crossovers category. This is my first 'normal' story. My others are crazy weird ones. I am GOING TO FINISH THIS STORY if it's the last thing I do.]

Disclaimer: Don't own "Hey Arnold!", "SpongeBob Squarepants" or any of the characters. They belong to their respective owners, which I'm not really sure of.

Chapter 1-Crash

"Kids, kids, get in an orderly line and enter this very SPECIAL plane NEATLY. And do it fast, too." Said Mr. Simmons, wiping his brow and grasping onto his suitcase. He ran off to deposit his suitcase into the luggage space. The class was already 15 minutes late boarding the plane.

"What a throwpillow." growled Helga G. Pataki. She jumped into the line, right behind Arnold. She sighed and smelled his cornflower yellow hair. Arnold turned to face her and gave her an odd look. "Uh. . . why are you smelling my hair?"

"No reason." replied Helga. She gave him a goofy smile and ran ahead of him to get behind her Asian best friend, Phoebe.

"I CAN'T believe ARNOLD won that contest." Rhonda was saying to Nadine. "Now we have to go to San Lorenzo and on top of all that, there's BUGS."

"Oh, I'm sure it will be ever so exciting, Rhonda!" Lila exclaimed. "Just think of it. Tropical flowers, a beach. . . it will be EVER SO enchanting."

Rhonda groaned and slipped into her seat, knowing she would hate every minute of the trip.

The airplane was spiraling out of control. It looped wackily through the air, dipping through the clouds. . .

"ARNOLD! WAKE UP, BUDDY!" Gerald shrieked into his ear.

"Oh. . . it was just a dream." Arnold said, waking up.

"WE'RE ABOUT TO CRASH!"

"WHAT?"

"THE PLANE IS CRASHING INTO THE GULF OF MEXICO!"

That sure got Arnold's attention. He came out of his daze and woke all the way up. "WE CAN'T BE!"

"It must be those sheeping terrorists again." said Helga. It was currently 2002, and she was fairly suspicious of bin Laden and El Queada (A/N: Or however you spell it.) since the attacks of 9/11 the past September.

"HELGA YOU NEED TO FOCUS ON THE SITUATION AT HAND!" yelled Phoebe. Suddenly, the plane started plummeting downwards, into the Gulf of Mexico, finally crashing with a huge CRUNCH noise on smooth apricot-colored sand.

Meanwhile, down in the Gulf of Mexico, Sandy Cheeks was out walking to the Krusty Krab when she passed the destructed plane on the floor of the Gulf. "It must be humans," she thought practically. She shoved open the entryway and stepped inside.

She saw a girl with blonde hair and a pink bow. A boy with a rather ooblong head and crazy hair.

And she decided to help them.

[It sucks, I know. Hey, what can a 6th grader do? Chapter 2 coming tomorrow.)