This is just a rewrite, of a rewrite, that one episode, Who bob what pants. I rewrote some of it a while back, because it needed fixing, and now, I re-read it, and it needs to, actually, be re-written. Thanks guys, for who ever read it the first couple times, but it's time that it was updated, again.

Spongebob groaned as he sat up, rubbing his head, he cocked his brow before he took his hand down to find it coated in blood, his head was blank, any information he'd once had was gone, he didn't remember how he got here, or why he was here, he didn't even know where he was, all he knew was that his head hurt, really bad, he looked up at the tall cliff, the only explanation for this injury was that, he must've fallen off that cliff, and hit his head a couple times too many.

Spongebob turned his head toward the buzzing sound of a city, maybe that was where he was from, but how did get up there? Spongebob shrugged as he stood up and began to make his way towards the city.

The sign at the entrance of the city read, New Kelp City, the most beautiful place in the sea, Beautiful? Sure, the faded billboard was, but beyond that, were just a bunch of five story low income apartments made of brick or cheap concrete.

The sidewalks were worn and cracked, dead weeds sprouted form them, there were tin barrels, trash, and graffiti everywhere. Spongebob whistled, one of these places could be his place, and he wouldn't even know, not that he wanted to know, "Whoo, I live in a dump" he spoke to himself as he walked through the streets until he felt his stomach growl, "I am starving, there's got to be some place I can eat." he said as he walked around until he came upon this decent looking place.

Spongebob sat down at one of the tables, aweing at the delicious food that'd been served to him, he rubbed his hands together before he began to eat.

Thirty Minutes later, Spongebob looked down at the check, it was a pretty good meal for ten dollars. Spongebob hummed as he felt his pockets, soon, panic filled his face as he realized his wallet was no longer in his pocket, that was strange, he just had it, where could it have gone?

"Hey, watch where you're stepping!" shouted a green fish who'd ran into the sponge, Spongebob gasped, talk about irony, that man reached into his pocket and stole his wallet. Spongebob looked up at the waitress, "Y, You are not going to believe what just happened-" he made a nervous chuckle.


Spongebob stood in front of the dish pit, looking at the chef who'd thrown him an apron, he was going to have to work those ten dollars off. Which, may have seemed boring, and not fair for the sponge, but think, he was now in a kitchen.

The sponge might not have remembered anything about the Krusty Krab, and his love for Krabby Patties but, there was one thing he couldn't forget, and that was his love for the kitchen, and so, when the boy had the chance, he showed the chef his skills, the chef who'd once, hated him, for not being able to pay for his meal, hired him, and he became the head chef, the place had actually grown in popularity, becoming one of the best places to eat in the ocean.

The sponge became the manager in no time, but the restaurant wasn't big enough, and so, with the money he'd earned, he was able to open up a few of those restaurants all over the ocean floor.

Seven years later, the sponge was named owner of the chain, once the old chef had retired. Spongebob was very successful, instead of living in a Pineapple, he lived in a mansion, with two vacation homes, and no, that wasn't all of it.

Spongebob, was now married, to a beautiful sponge woman named Linda, who was also pregnant with his child, who was due in a few more months, the gender was unknown, but the man hoped that it was a girl, and that she had her mother's looks, but any gender would be fine, as long as it was happy, and healthy.

Spongebob hadn't lost completely all of his memory, he still remembered his family, who had tried several times to tell him about his old life in Bikini Bottom, but, what life he he possibly have in Bikini Bottom anyways? Was it even a place? and if he remembered, would he even want to go back? Leave New kelp, and his wife?

After finding Linda, his family had agreed that, maybe it was better this way, which it really was, if you think about it. Nothing could be better, nothing could ruin his wonderful new life, nothing except when his memory would eventually return, which it will in this story.

Things were quite, and peaceful, life was good. Spongebob and his wife Linda were alone, in their room, sleeping, or at least, Linda was, while Spongebob was busy tossing, and turning, for some reason, he couldn't fall asleep, for the third time this week, there was something eating the back of his mind, but he didn't know what, maybe firing that kid was getting to him, but the kid was caught stealing, and it needed to be done, no, that wasn't it, he fired many people before, so what was it?

He turned to his side, pulling his cover over his shoulder as he looked over his sleeping wife, looking at the lump in the sheets, maybe he was nervous about becoming a father, he didn't know how, his father didn't really give any good advice, what if it grew up to hate him? No, he would be a great father, he just knew he would, that kid would live a great life, they'd be best friends, so, that wasn't it, than what was it?

Spongebob sighed as he sat up, rubbing his tired eyes before he stood up, maybe if he watched some tv, it would take his mind off whatever was on his mind, and maybe he could get some sleep, hopefully before either him or his wife had to get up.

Spongebob chuckled to himself as he sat out in the living room, laughing at some guy who got hit in the head with a coconut, sighing as he lifted the remote to turn the channel, until he put the remote down beside him, rubbing the side of his face before he something caught his eye.

"What is that?" he asked himself as he seen something standing at a podium, "Looks like some kind of, talking rat." he said as he looked closer, turning the volume up, "Hello, my name's Sandy, i'm here at tha Bikini Bottom annual memorial, taday marks tha seventh year that a good friend of ours vanished."

"Sandy?" he questioned, why did that name sound so familiar, he'd seen her from somewhere, but, where? Maybe it was in his head, maybe.

"Spongebob was our friend, my best friend, and, we drove him away, he felt as if he wasn't wanted and, he left, and, it's our fault, if we had only thought of him, he wouldn't have left." she said, looking away from the camera.

"We have searched, and searched, everywhere, looking for him, but, we all failed, it was assumed that, our poor sponge, maybe have passed, people kept sayin that it was no use searchin for em, that he was gone, and even if he was alive, he wouldn't have wanted to be found, and, if that's true, Spongebob, if you're out there, and you're watchin this, I just want ta say that, I'm sorry, we're all sorry, and we would give anythin, ta have ya back." she said with tears in her eyes, he stayed silent, as if she was staring at him.

"We're sorry for what we did, for the way we treated ya, yer not an idiot boy, we're sorry, just please, come home." she said before she let out a sigh, "Th, that's all i have ta say about that." she said before she left the stage.

Spongebob just blinked, sighing as he lifted the remote and turned the tv off, tossing the remote on the couch as he left for his room, he'd been away from his wife for too long.


Well, I was wanting to make this just, one long story, but what's the point, a few chapters won't hurt, will it?

To be Continued.