I feel a special connection to spongebob… and im not really sure if this
was actually an episode or not… and if this is your story… please tell me…I
mean… its probably not word for word, but if it's your basic storyline..
tell me!
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Spongebob hung up his hat inside the Krusty Krab and smiled as he walked out. He checked his reflection in the wide windows and grinned as he pushed the doors open.
"Where do you think you're going?" Squidward asked, approaching Spongebob with a sneer.
"I'm going to Sandy's." Spongebob grinned widely. He was planning on asking her to dinner.
"Oh… I see. And what makes you think that you're allowed to go?" Squidward said, raising an eyebrow.
"Mr. Krabs." Spongebob pointed to Mr. Krabs, who was across the room, counting money.
"Enjoy your day, Spongebob!" He said dreamily, dollar signs in his eyes.
"Bye Mr. Krabs, bye Squidward." Spongebob waved and walked out. He whistled as he went down the road, passing his pinapple and heading toward's Sandy's house. "Okay, here we go…" He mumbled to himself before opening the door. He pressed the buzzer. "Sandy, I'm here!" He barely managed to squeak the words out. He had been preparing for this all week. It was all planned out in his head, but his stomach was full of butterflies.
"Come on in!" Sandy's southern drawl made Spongebob sweat; he was beginning to regret that he came.
"Okay…" The water drained out of the little chamber, and he opened the door to Sandy's dome, finding his water helmet by the door. "I'm here!" he announced as he walked in.
"Hey Spongebob! What's up?" Sandy came up to Spongebob, smiling cheerfully.
"Well… uh… hi… and… umm…" Spongebob was sweating like a jellyfish in heat.
"Well, spit it out!" Sandy said, putting her hands on her hips.
"I was… umm… hopingmaybeyouwouldcometomyplacefordinner?" Spongebob finally spat out, a puddle of sweat below him.
"Dinner? Sure!" Sandy smiled. "I'll come around 7, alright?"
"Uh… huh…" Spongebob was in a daze. He stumbled out of the dome, almost forgetting to leave his water helmet behind.
He became more and more excited as he walked back towards his pinapple. Spongebob unlocked the door and went inside. He gasped in horror. His house was a total disaster! He spent most of his time cleaning up and making sure that Gary knew to behave.
"Now Gary, Sandy's coming over, and I want to make sure everything is perfect. So just stay out of the way tonight, and be on your best behavior!" Spongebob gave Gary a little pep talk.
Spongebob paced through the pineapple, waiting for the clock to say 7:00. Just as the minute hand was reaching 6:58, Spongebob's eyes widened as reality dawned on him.
WHAT'S FOR DINNER!?
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I think I may do this fic in very short chapters. As if the show stopped at a commercial break… X) I would like it if you reviewed…
And you all can pretend to watch the retarded commercials on Nickelodeon. Here's one of my favorites:
Knock knock
Who's there?
Ben
Ben who?
Ben playing the phonics game, and now I love to read!
^ that is sooo retarded… they need to play the phonics game a bit… 'ben playing.' LoL… welps… till next time.
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Spongebob hung up his hat inside the Krusty Krab and smiled as he walked out. He checked his reflection in the wide windows and grinned as he pushed the doors open.
"Where do you think you're going?" Squidward asked, approaching Spongebob with a sneer.
"I'm going to Sandy's." Spongebob grinned widely. He was planning on asking her to dinner.
"Oh… I see. And what makes you think that you're allowed to go?" Squidward said, raising an eyebrow.
"Mr. Krabs." Spongebob pointed to Mr. Krabs, who was across the room, counting money.
"Enjoy your day, Spongebob!" He said dreamily, dollar signs in his eyes.
"Bye Mr. Krabs, bye Squidward." Spongebob waved and walked out. He whistled as he went down the road, passing his pinapple and heading toward's Sandy's house. "Okay, here we go…" He mumbled to himself before opening the door. He pressed the buzzer. "Sandy, I'm here!" He barely managed to squeak the words out. He had been preparing for this all week. It was all planned out in his head, but his stomach was full of butterflies.
"Come on in!" Sandy's southern drawl made Spongebob sweat; he was beginning to regret that he came.
"Okay…" The water drained out of the little chamber, and he opened the door to Sandy's dome, finding his water helmet by the door. "I'm here!" he announced as he walked in.
"Hey Spongebob! What's up?" Sandy came up to Spongebob, smiling cheerfully.
"Well… uh… hi… and… umm…" Spongebob was sweating like a jellyfish in heat.
"Well, spit it out!" Sandy said, putting her hands on her hips.
"I was… umm… hopingmaybeyouwouldcometomyplacefordinner?" Spongebob finally spat out, a puddle of sweat below him.
"Dinner? Sure!" Sandy smiled. "I'll come around 7, alright?"
"Uh… huh…" Spongebob was in a daze. He stumbled out of the dome, almost forgetting to leave his water helmet behind.
He became more and more excited as he walked back towards his pinapple. Spongebob unlocked the door and went inside. He gasped in horror. His house was a total disaster! He spent most of his time cleaning up and making sure that Gary knew to behave.
"Now Gary, Sandy's coming over, and I want to make sure everything is perfect. So just stay out of the way tonight, and be on your best behavior!" Spongebob gave Gary a little pep talk.
Spongebob paced through the pineapple, waiting for the clock to say 7:00. Just as the minute hand was reaching 6:58, Spongebob's eyes widened as reality dawned on him.
WHAT'S FOR DINNER!?
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I think I may do this fic in very short chapters. As if the show stopped at a commercial break… X) I would like it if you reviewed…
And you all can pretend to watch the retarded commercials on Nickelodeon. Here's one of my favorites:
Knock knock
Who's there?
Ben
Ben who?
Ben playing the phonics game, and now I love to read!
^ that is sooo retarded… they need to play the phonics game a bit… 'ben playing.' LoL… welps… till next time.