"I'M READY!" Spongebob exclaimed loudly as his alarm clock went off. He jumped up and down on his bed, his bleached white tightie-whities dazzling.
"Gary! I'm ready!" he squealed as he pulled on his never changing square pants.
"Meow…" Gary responded sleepily. That imbecile sponge, has he no decency? Gary thought angrily. Spongebob skipped happily to his giant calendar and glanced over it.
"Gary, I'm ready, because today is…" he squinted, and nodded his head.
"FRIDAY THE 13TH!" He yelled happily, skipping daintily out of his room and to his kitchen.
"This calls for a celebration! It's Friday, which means, tomorrow's Saturday!" he laughed into his fridge.
"Hmmm, what for breakfast, a poptart, seaweed, erm no…" he pondered, scratching his forehead. Then, he had a lightbulb moment, and his eyes widened. He reached to the back of his fridge and pulled out a week old pretzel.
"This should still be good." He sat down at his kitchen table. The only thing it really needs is some more sea salt!" He grabbed for the sea salt shaker and began sprinkling it on his breakfast.
"Oh, can't this go any faster!" He exclaimed, shaking the shaker wildly. Then, in an instant, the top flew off, and sea salt poured all over the pretzel. Spongebob only erupted into his nasally laughter and clutched his tiny red tie.
"I think that worked a little too well!" He wheezed between chuckles. Suddenly there was a knock at the door. Spongebob stopped laughing and hesitantly went to the door.
"If you're a salesman, I have already have one!" He shouted nervously through the door.
"Spongebob, it's me!" a rough voice called happily. Spongebob sighed with relief and opened the door with a squeak.
"Patrick!" Spongebob smiled at his pink starfish friend. "Casual Friday, eh?" Spongebob raised an eyebrow and nudged his friend's chubby gut. He was referring to Patrick's green shorts with purple flowers. Very manly.
"Oh these old things? well, it's Friday the thirteenth ya know, just coming by to make sure you're alright. I heard, laughing." Spongebob chuckled at his dim-witted pal and shook his head.
"Oh that? I was just laughing because of something that happened in the kitchen." Without words, Patrick went to the kitchen and sank his eyes into the sight. His face lit up with excitement.
"Wow Spongebob, there's snow in here! How'd you do that!" He cried joyfully, running over to the white mound.
"No Patrick, I just spilled my sea salt." Patrick stopped dead in his tracks, and spun around. Sponebob cringed when he saw his best friend's face, the face of sheer terror.
"You spilled the salt?" Patrick's face was very soft, with a twinge of fear.
"What's wrong?"
"You spilled the salt?" his voice was louder.
"Yeah, it was an accident!" Spongebob cried defensively.
"YOU SPILLED THE SALT? SPONGEBOB, THAT'S BAD LUCK!"
Spongebob laughed again.
"Silly Patrick, that's not true, you're just being superstitious."
"Am I Spongebob, am I?"