A day in the life of the other neighbor
The familiar sound of the boat horn alarm clock greeted statrute when he rose from his underwater slumber. Soon, the ringing of his neighbors laughing would fill the sea. How he longed to be one of them. To be one of their friends, to be in their group. Spongebob was well-known in Bikini- bottom for causing chaos and trouble, but statrute didn't look at him that way. He looked at Spongebob as being a good friend that anyone would be lucky enough to have. Then, there was Patrick Star, Spongebob's best friend. As dumb as they come, but still grateful for the friendship he and Spongebob shared. Yet, there was one person who would gladly get rid of Spongebob if he could. Squidward Tentacles. He was so cold shouldered. Why he didn't like Spongebob, Statrute couldn't understand. "Good morning Squidward!" Spongebob yelled. "Ready for work?" No, Spongebob, and could you please SHUT UP?!" Squidward replied. The mention of work stopped Statrute's train of thought. "I better get to work too." He slipped on his Chum- Bucket uniform, and was on his way. Opening the door of the chum- bucket he saw the usual empty tables. No one ever ate at the Chum-bucket. The only reason Statrute even worked there was to be closer to Spongebob. But seeing Spongebob rarely happened, as his wretched boss Plankton really overworked him. Obsessed with out doing the krusty krab, Plankton drove himself crazy in outbursts of anger and delusion. That's a big reason why no one ever ate at his shabby, rigid restaurant. The other reason was that the food at the krusty krab was ten times better. With Spongebob cooking, Statrute could see why. Peering out of the one lone window in the whole eatery, statrute could vaguely see the figure of two people entering the Krusty Krab. It was Spongebob and Squidward. He didn't have time to dwindle long because he heard the distant sound of Plankton calling him to his office. "Good morning Mr. Plankton sir." Statrute muttered as he entered the small compact room that was plankton's office. "Statrute, take a seat boy. I need you, as my only employee, to get the Krabby Patty secret formula! HAHAHAHAHA. Plankton cleared his throat as he settled back at his desk. "How am I supposed to do that?" Statrute exclaimed. "Here is my diabolical plan!" Plankton said slyly. "You will befriend the fry cook, and get it out of him." Spongebob, could he really do that to Spongebob?
The familiar sound of the boat horn alarm clock greeted statrute when he rose from his underwater slumber. Soon, the ringing of his neighbors laughing would fill the sea. How he longed to be one of them. To be one of their friends, to be in their group. Spongebob was well-known in Bikini- bottom for causing chaos and trouble, but statrute didn't look at him that way. He looked at Spongebob as being a good friend that anyone would be lucky enough to have. Then, there was Patrick Star, Spongebob's best friend. As dumb as they come, but still grateful for the friendship he and Spongebob shared. Yet, there was one person who would gladly get rid of Spongebob if he could. Squidward Tentacles. He was so cold shouldered. Why he didn't like Spongebob, Statrute couldn't understand. "Good morning Squidward!" Spongebob yelled. "Ready for work?" No, Spongebob, and could you please SHUT UP?!" Squidward replied. The mention of work stopped Statrute's train of thought. "I better get to work too." He slipped on his Chum- Bucket uniform, and was on his way. Opening the door of the chum- bucket he saw the usual empty tables. No one ever ate at the Chum-bucket. The only reason Statrute even worked there was to be closer to Spongebob. But seeing Spongebob rarely happened, as his wretched boss Plankton really overworked him. Obsessed with out doing the krusty krab, Plankton drove himself crazy in outbursts of anger and delusion. That's a big reason why no one ever ate at his shabby, rigid restaurant. The other reason was that the food at the krusty krab was ten times better. With Spongebob cooking, Statrute could see why. Peering out of the one lone window in the whole eatery, statrute could vaguely see the figure of two people entering the Krusty Krab. It was Spongebob and Squidward. He didn't have time to dwindle long because he heard the distant sound of Plankton calling him to his office. "Good morning Mr. Plankton sir." Statrute muttered as he entered the small compact room that was plankton's office. "Statrute, take a seat boy. I need you, as my only employee, to get the Krabby Patty secret formula! HAHAHAHAHA. Plankton cleared his throat as he settled back at his desk. "How am I supposed to do that?" Statrute exclaimed. "Here is my diabolical plan!" Plankton said slyly. "You will befriend the fry cook, and get it out of him." Spongebob, could he really do that to Spongebob?