Okay just thought that after so many people have read this story ( which i was totally not expecting that). I though maybe i should add a diclaimer of some kind.
DISCLAIMER! : I do not own anything except my colorful imagination.
Spongebob walked into his house after along day at work. He stopped in his tracks when he heard aloud banging noise coming from upstairs.
"I wonder….."
Spongebob slowly crept upstairs. With each bang, he tried to figure out where exactly the noise was coming from.
"Why would anyone be in my house this late? Maybe Patrick came over to borrow something."
He then realized that the banging was coming from his bedroom. He grabbed the knob to his door and threw it open. What he saw made absolutely no sense to him. Patrick had a baseball bat and was hitting his bed over and over again.
"Uh Patrick, what are you doing?" asked a clearly confused sponge bob.
" My favorite ball rolled under here and the stupid bed refuses to give it back." With that said, gave another swing at the bed.
Spongebob realized something that day. Patrick wasn't the brightest star in the sea. In fact, he was just a giant barnacle head.
Author's Note. If you want me add more stories to this and make it a multi-chap, review and send me your ideas. If needed i will bump up the rating.
Adios and enjoy eating socks with spray cheeses!