Yeaaah... I got crazy about SpongeBob this late. I think, I MUST DO A FICTION!!!
LOL. Oh yeah, if I don't update my other fics, I'm busy. VERY BUSY. Must do lots of works.
Well, aye aye, sir! Here it goes...
DISCLAIMER: Don't own SpongeBob any other ways. Stephen Hillenburg does. And if he complains... Nah, he won't know.
"Ahh, the beautiful scene of the Bikini Bottom...
Where the alarm blows in about..."
"TOOOOOOOOOOOOT......!!!!" SpongeBob's alarm woke the whole town.
Every ears of every fishes explode while the sun rises to begin the new day... Including the craziest man, Squidward Tentacles.
"Ohh, that wacky kid! I hate the sound of it!" Squidward sat up on his bed as fast as a lightning.
Just right about a few more seconds, the singing sponge walked happily as usual to the Krusty Krab.
"I'm ready, I'm ready..." SpomgeBob sang from outside, passed Squidward's and Patrick's house.
"Every second I get mad of him, every second I get more wrinkles! What's the deal? I'm just an ordinary old squid living with TWO INSANE NEIGHBORS!? Why did I pick this place from the beginning? I should move somewhere before I go to the rehabilitation hospital..." Squidward kept mumbling to himself, criticizing his life and his world. Then he went to the Krusty Krab...
"At the restaurant..."
"Good job, young lad. Keep up the good work!" Mr. Krabs patted SpongeBob shoulder when Squidward entered, then SpongeBob got back to his lovely beautiful kitchen with the shining spatula.
"Uhh... What did he do?" Squidward asked.
"He found me little baby dime! ARR ARR AR ARR! Well, waste me no money, Squidward!" Mr. Krabs walked into his room.
Squidward looked sadly to the 'Employee of the Month' wall with lots of SpongeBob's face and one of his.
"My life is so terrible..." he sighed. He stood near to the cash register, looking at nowhere, like an insane old man.