"Mama, what's that?"

"'Das a sponge, BooBoo," Mama replied. I loved that sponge. I was glued to the television while Mama, Suga Bear, and all argued and farted around me. I was covered in filth and sugar. Mama always called me her "Sweet Accident."

It was another usual day at the BooBoo home. Mama was napping, Suga Bear was dipping, and my sisters were eating and fighting. I was sitting while watching SpongeBob. SpongeBob was my friend. He was always with me, even though no one believed me. "Mama, can SpongeBob come with us to tha store?!"

"BooBoo, SpongeBob ain't real! Das a TV show fa kids!" Mama reassured me.

"SpongeBob, I wish you were real. I want a friend," I said while a tear shed from my eye. The power went out.

"What da fuck?! Suga Bear you paid da electric bill?" Mama yelled. Suga Bear replied incoherently and then spit out some dip. The television shined on my face-it was static. A white ring circled around the screen. I placed my hands onto it. Black hair began to crawl out of the screen slowly.

"Arggghhhhhh... Aagghhhh.. AAaa.. LIVE IN A PINEAPPLE UNDER THE SEA!"

"SPONGEBOB SQUAREPANTS! I KNEW YOU WERE REAL!" I screamed in joy. My dream had come true.

"Hello, little girl! What is your name?!" SpongeBob asked.

"Honey BooBoo!" I shouted.

"Wanna come with me?! Bikini Bottom is in trouble and I need your help!"

"Yea!" I yelled at Spongebob. He held out a hand and I gladly grabbed it. I followed SpongeBob into the television. I felt warm, like I was at home. "Wait, SpongeBob, I can't breathe underwater!" I shouted scared.

"Don't worry, you can now," SpongeBob said as he placed a dirty rag over my mouth and nose. My head and heart soared.

"SugaBear, where's BooBoo?" Mama asked. She dialed 911. "My daughter, BooBoo is missing! Please come now!"

"Ma'am, I need you to calm down. When's the last time you've seen her?" the dispatcher asked.

"Well, I dunno. Maybe a day or two," Mama replied.

"Oh, well, we'll be sending someone over now." The police arrived; they questioned everyone.

"Mama, you were the one letting that old man into the house and play with BooBoo!" everyone accused her.

"What are you talking about?" Mama screamed.

"You've been letting that weird guy around the house..." Mama was confused. They brought her to the office for more questioning.

"We found BooBoo with this man," the officer said disturbedly.

"You found my daughter?! Where is she?!" Mama shrieked.

"You don't want to see her, ma'am," the officer reassured. "Now, have you ever seen this man?" he asked. A man walked into the room with one way glass. He looked rough-his eyes were low and bloodshot, he had scars all over his face.

"No," Mama said. "I ain't seen 'em."

"Ma'am, are you sure?" the officer asked again. The man on the other side of the glass smiled.

"No!" The officer gave up. Honey BooBoo was dead.