A/N: Hey everyone, this is my first FanFiction. It's a SpongeBob SquarePants and The Phantom of the Opera crossover. Based on the Andrew Lloyd Webber stage show, not the Gerard Butler film. I can't believe nobody has come up with this yet, so I decided to do it. Here are who the characters represent. A lot of them matched up perfectly. I had to leave Meg Giry out. Sorry, but I couldn't find anyone to match up with her and it works better with the story. I've also put Mr. Krabs and Plankton as rival opera house owners, instead of both of them running the one.

Squidward Tenticales-The Phantom: The Phantom of the Krusty Krab

Sandy Cheeks-Christine Daae: Sandra Daae

SpongeBob SquarePants-Raoul De Chagny: Vicomte de SquarePants

Mr. Krabs-Andre: Monsieur Krabs

Plankton-Firmin: Monsieur Plankton

Patrick Star-Ubaldo Piangi: Patangi (points for creativity?)

Pearl-Carlotta Giudicelli: La Pearl

Mrs. Puff-Madame Giry: Madame Puff

Disclaimer: SpongeBob SquarePants belongs to Stephen Hillenburg. The Phantom of the Opera belongs to Gaston Leroux and Andrew Lloyd Webber. I own nothing.

So here is The Phantom of the Krusty Krab

Chapter One

HONK! HONK! HONK! The sound of the fog horn alarm clock woke SpongeBob SquarePants as it did every morning. He reached to turn it off and hoped out of bed, in his underwear. The yellow sponge noticed Gary was in his spot by his bed, still inside of his shell.

"Good morning Gary!" SpongeBob greeted in his usual cheery manner, throwing his arms up in the air for enthusiasm. The snail slowly came out of his shell, his eyes half shut, and uttered a tired "Meow."

"It's such a beautiful day, Gare-Bear. I think I'll start it by going for a walk. Do you wanna come?" As a reply, Gary quickly retreated into his shell.

"Suit yourself." SpongeBob opened his closet, revealing multiples of the same outfit. He selected the one with the word 'Sunday' written on the tag. Once he was dressed, he headed down the stairs. He was barely out the door when he heard loud music emanating from Squidward's house. Only it was actually tolerable, not the sour notes that always came out of the cephalopod's clarinet. Curiosity got the better of the sponge as he went over to Squidward's house to find out why he was blaring orchestrated music. The sponge knocked on the door, but nobody answered. After trying a few more times, he pulls a ladder out of nowhere, props it up against the house, near the window, and climbs his way up. Once he reaches the top, he flops down into Squidward's room.

"SPONGBOB!" Squidward yells. He presses STOP on the stereo and stares angrily as SpongeBob picks himself up. "Can't I spend one day without you barging in? Don't you know the meaning of 'boundaries?'"

"Hello Squidward!" SpongeBob said, ignoring his neighbor's question. "Watcha listening to?"

"I'm listening to tasteful music. Now if you would kindly, GET OUT!"

"What kind of music?" The sponge asked, walking over to the stereo. He picked up a CD case and read the title out loud. "The Phantom of the Opera. Can I listen too, Squidward?"

"No!" Was the octopus' reply. "You wouldn't understand the art and beauty of this story.

"Did somebody say story?" Patrick Star flopped into the room from the same window, SpongeBob came in. "Oh boy, I want to hear a story!" He stood up and walked toward his two neighbors.

"No!" Squidward shouted. He snatched the CD case out of SpongeBob's hand. "Both of you get out now!" Before he knew it, the obnoxious duo were clinging onto his legs, and crying onto is feet.

"Please tell us the story Squidward," SpongeBob sobbed.

"Please tell us the story Squidward," Patrick sobbed.

"We promise we'll be quiet and listen," SpongeBob whined.

"We promise we'll be quiet and listen," Patrick whined.

"Alright!" Squidward finally agreed, very irritated by the morons that were always surrounding him. "After I tell you the story, will you two leave me alone for the rest of the day?"

"We promise," the two said simultaneously. They then ran over to the couch, gleefully giggling. They sat down with innocent wide eyes, their hands folded into their laps, like children being read a storybook in school. The octopus restarted the CD and began to tell the story.

" This is the story of, The Phantom of the Opera."

"Opera?" Patrick interrupted.

"As in the Paris Opera House, Patrick."

"Is that in Bikini Bottom?" Asked the dim witted star fish.

"No," replied an annoyed octopus. "It's in Paris, France."

"I still don't know where that is."

Squidward slapped his tentacle hand on his face.

"Uh...Squidward." SpongeBob piped in. "Why don't you set it in a place where Patrick knows. How about the Krusty Krab? You know were that is, right Patrick?

"Uhhhh...yes?"

"Fine," Squidward said. " This is the story of, The Phantom of the Krusty Krab."

"Where's that?" Patrick asked.

A/N: So waddaya think? Keep in mind this is my first FanFiction, so don't be too hard, but don't be afraid to tell me I suck. Well that contradicts itself. Anyway, look out for chapter two!