It was another peaceful morning in Bikini Bottom. The water was tranquil, the scallops were chirping and it was almost time for SpongeBob to go to work once again. But, as our little yellow friend is about to find out, today won't just be another ordinary day.

In his underwater pineapple home, SpongeBob slowly sat up in his bed and let out a tired yawn.

"What a silly dream. Mr. Krabs had to close the Krusty Krab. Like that'd ever happen," SpongeBob chuckled.

SpongeBob enthusiastically jumped out of his bed stretched his arms.

"I have a feeling that today will be like no other day!" SpongeBob cheered. "Now I wonder where Gary is? I should probably walk him before I go to work."

SpongeBob walked to his bedroom door to look for his beloved pet snail then head for work, until he realized that he was missing something very essential… his pants.

"I can't go to work while I'm semi-naked," SpongeBob laughed. "Now where's my pants?"

SpongeBob looked around his bedroom and found his signature squarepants, white shirt and red tie hanging off the top of his alarm clock. He reached up to grab then and happily put them on.

"I'm ready!" SpongeBob smiled.

SpongeBob rushed out of his bedroom and ran down to the living room, where he found Gary watching TV.

"Good Morning, Gary!" said SpongeBob. "Wait 'til I tell you about my crazy dream where the Krusty Krab was closed and…"

"Meow!" Gary interrupted.

"Oh, you don't say… you had a dream too…" SpongeBob repeated.

"Meow! Meow! Meow! Mrrowr!" Gary continued with a worried expression.

"That something really bad is going to happen," SpongeBob repeated. "Uh huh."

"Rrow! Rrow! Mmmh! Mmmh! Rrowr!" Gary finished.

"Woh! That really is bad," SpongeBob mumbled. "Well, I know just the thing to cheer you up. I'll go fetch your favorite fetching stick."

SpongeBob ran to the kitchen and spotted Gary's favorite fetching stick in the middle of the room. He walked towards it until something strange happened. Even though he was alone in the room, he heard someone talking to him.

"Don't you think you your little friend Gary would like to play some fetch?" the mysterious voice asked.

"Uh. Yeah. I guess," the confused sponge answered.

"Very well, then move next to his fetching stick and pick it up," the voice instructed him. "Then you can carry the stick to Gary and delight him."

SpongeBob followed the disembodied voice's instructions and brought the stick to Gary, much to his delight.

"You didn't think I was going to leave for work without a quick game of fetch, did you Gary?" said SpongeBob. "Now come one, boy, go long!"

Gary did as he was instructed but SpongeBob realized that it wasn't far enough for his throw.

"Longer!" SpongeBob yelled. "Longer!"

SpongeBob threw the stick with all his might and waited for Gary to return. To his surprise, Gary didn't come back with his stick, but a chest. SpongeBob walked over to the chest and noticed something written on the chest.

"Damger. Donut Opin. Oh Relse." SpongeBob read aloud. "I wonder what that means. Well maybe we should see what's inside."

Gary shook his head and let out a fearful meow. Gary was worried about what could happen but SpongeBob figured there was no harm in taking a little peek. SpongeBob karate chopped the chest opened which revealed a safe. SpongeBob then chopped the safe opened, which revealed a birthday present. SpongeBob chopped open the present box which caused many doubloons to fly out of it.

"That was weird," SpongeBob thought to himself.

SpongeBob then looked down and to his delight; he found a bottle covered in mud.

"Just what I always wanted… a muddy little bottle!" said the happy sponge, picking the bottle up off the ground. "Just think of all the fun we can have cleaning it. Here we go."

SpongeBob wiped the bottle clean with his elbow, causing it to start shaking. The bottle flew out of his hands and a ghostly green pirate spiraled out of it.

"Ahrgh! Who summons me from my endless slumber? I'll have yer eyes for appetizers and yer insides for dessert. For I am the Flying Dutchman!" the ghost pirate roared.

"Uh… sorry about that," the scared sponge apologized. "Just hop right back into your bottle and we'll bury you back out in the yard so you can…"

The Flying Dutchman snatched the bottle out of SpongeBob's hands and stashed it away in his satchel.

"Silence!" the Flying Dutchman howled. "I'll not return to that prison ever again!"

The Flying Dutchman then looked around and noticed his doubloons floating around SpongeBob's house.

"And what's this? You've gotten into my treasure, have ye!" the Flying Dutchman snarled. "Ooh, I hate it when someone messes with my doubloons. Now what should I do with ye lowly knaves who dared stir me up? Let me consult my rulebook on ghostly doings."

The Flying Dutchman summoned his rulebook out of thin air and opened it up.

"In the case of accidental discovery and wanton disruption of my booty the perpetrators must serve for an eternity on my bloody crew," the Dutchman read aloud. "Well, I ain't never been out to sea with a talking cheeseblock before, but rules is rules, so I gotta take you with me. Are you ready?"

"Hold on there, mister Dutchman sir," SpongeBob spoke up." Technically speaking, it was not me who found you. Gary's the one who dug you up."

"Whew, that's a relief," the Dutchman smirked. "This little varmint looks like he can do ten times the work… if he can survive my hypnotic spell."

"Aagh! No, not Gary!" SpongeBob screamed, realizing his mistake. "That's not what I meant. Take me, me, me. Not him, him, him!"

"Too late, my decision is made," said the Dutchman. "Now I've got to check on the treasure stashed back on my ship, to make sure no one's been spreading that around. But I'll return shortly to pick up my new crewmate. Say your farewells before I return."

The Flying Dutchman teleported himself out of the living room to go check on his treasure, leaving SpongeBob alone with his doomed pet.

"Don't worry, Gary," said SpongeBob. "I'll think of something and it'll be the type of… something that will save you. You can bet on it. Ohhhh…"

"Meow," said Gary.

"What do you mean I can't do anything?" said the offended sponge.

"Meow." Gary pointed out.

"Oh, who's afraid of the big, bad, Dutchman?" SpongeBob reassured him. " Not us!"

"I heard that!" yelled The Flying Dutchman.