His hand gripped the wooden stock of the rifle, the rhythmic rumbling of the truck's wheels under him 'the wheels on the truck go round and round, round and round, round and round' he thought tophimself, the bodybags on the floor of the vehicle were bleeding all over. To think, this had started only a week ago…
"Spongebob!" a deep, good natured voice cried out. "Spongebob!"
Spngeob squarepants, the optimist fry cook at the Krusty Krab eatery, lifted his square head out of his pillows. Getting slowly out of bed, the Sponge walked downstaris, "Coming Patrick!" he hollered at the top of his yellow lungs. Within moments, he was dressed, washed, fed and flossed.
Stepping outside, he inhaled deeply. "What a glorious spring morning, I could really-" his vision was suddenly filled with a large pink face. "SPONGEBOB!" Hollered Patrick, almost shattering his friend's eardrums.
Not bothered at all by the 2000 decibel assault on his ears, the sponge asked "What is it Patrick? Forgot how to eat again? Does this mean I can use the funnel?"
Patrick stared at his square friend for a moment, then, holding up the paper, he pointed to the headlines. "What does this word mena?" he asked.
Spongebob glanced at it and laughed. "Patrick that word is "Draft."
Patrick looked at the paper, confused. "Who's Draft?" he asked.
"A draft is when cold air comes through a crack in the door." said the poreiferan. But Patrick had not heard anything past 'Comes through the door' and said. "Hey! Draft has no right to let cold air into my house! Come here, Draft!" The starfish balled his nubs and stormed of fto his house.
SQUIDWARD
Squidward Tentacles, resident cephalopod of Conch Street was stirring some gravy in a bowl. It was raining outside and soft jazz was playing in the background. The Television chattered away to itself.
Squidward added some meat drippings to the Gravy, put the turkey in the oven and sat down at the TV. Turning on the TV, he turned it past Algae-Zeera and on to BNN,.
"So we advise all kids to stay in school, the only thing separating their scales from a ukele bottomite's bullet."
This puzzled Squidward, war had been declared on Ukelele bottom seven months ago, but this made no sense, it was almost like a Draft had been declared.
He shrugged and took the opportunity of a commercial to check his mail. "Electric bill, water bill, a message for Clari, a message from the draft board, mortgage, a letter for cousin Jeff from prison-DRAFT BOARD?" he suddenly burst out, flicking back through the mail.
Opening it, he read aloud. "Dear mister Tentacles.
You have been randomly selected to be summarily drafted into the Bikini Bottom Military, please report to the nearest recruitment office by tomorrow at 7 AM, sharp,
Signed,
Trout Jones, Department of Defense
"Hamanahamanawha?" said the squid.