Author's note: This is my first cartoon crossover. I hope you enjoy it!

It was just another boring Sunday at home, and as usual, I was flipping through throughout the channels of the T.V.

"And now back to the U.S House of Representatives where we talk about non-stop boring stuff in which you'll probably change the channel once you've heard this statement." I flipped the channel.

"You got that right loser. Who wants to sit around and watch a bunch of old geezers talk about politics?"

"Channel 10 where we cover all your local news. From tornadoes to robberies..."

"From missing tickets to sweaty armpits, I know." I said yet again.

"Now it's time for John Frond and the missing key to the world."

"Well, at least I can bear to watch this." I said.

Just then the T.V went fuzzy. I looked outside. It was raining. I groaned. TV always went out when it rains. There was nothing to do. I already raided the kitchen, bounced on all the couches in the house, and made various prank calls to unknown people around the world, yet still I was bored out of my mind.

"If only something incredible would happen, then maybe this day wouldn't be so boring. It might give me something to do…" And that's where things started to get really, really weird.

A flash of bright light erupted through the house. I turned around to face the window, which I fully recognize as lightning. It wasn't your average everyday lightning either; it was a color of a purplish, bluish color. That was followed by a huge clap of thunder that literally shook the entire room. The lights went out, which caused me to let out a scream. I stumbled and tripped over stuff to go to the kitchen. When I finally made it there, I found the flashlight and flipped it on. It didn't give a bunch of light, but still I could see what was going on around me.

"Clink, Clatter." came a noise which was coming from upstairs. More specially my room.

You know how in all those horror movies the unsuspecting victim is usually in the dark and he/she is curious, (or rather stupid) enough to find the source of the strange noises? Well, that's exactly what I did.

Like an idiot.

The flashlight trembling in my hand, I walked up the stairs to my room. I opened the door and searched the room. Nothing appeared out of the ordinary except for maybe the rattling of my bedroom closet. I gulped. Did I really want to open the stupid door? I put my hand on the knob and turned it.

Guess I did.

I stared into my empty closet and chuckled. There was nothing there at all, or at least until two figures stepped out of the closet. They were both old fashioned looking, like they were from the 1800s or something. I screamed.

I must have screamed for a long time because they got bored of calming me down and waited until I stopped.

"See? I told you this would happen, but no, we want to travel into the future and bring back this girl."

"Not my fault, Timothy. I thought you would be more careful than this."

"Yes well, we might as well give our spooked girl an explanation."

"WHO ARE YOU? WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN MY HOUSE?!" I screamed with terror.

"Calm down, let us introduce ourselves. I am Timothy Turner, and this is my partner, SpongeBob Squarepants."

I looked at them in shock.

"Wait, you're Timmy Turner? The Timmy Turner and that's…"

"…SpongeBob Squarepants and I prefer that you call me Timothy Turner, thank you."

"You guys are like my favorite T.V show characters!" I squealed. The terror had left me all of a sudden.

"Yes, well we must be going back to our time, and you," he said pointing at me. "…are going to help us with a little quest."

"Quest? Why would you want me to help you?" I asked puzzled. They smiled and grabbed my hand and pulled me into the closet. Or what seemed like my closet. The moment I stepped in, it was like I transported to another time. Stone streets, carriages being pulled by horses, people dressed all fancy. My jaw dropped. I was actually in the 1800s!!! I looked down to see my clothes had completely transformed so that they looked exactly like the others of this time period.

"Please be cautious Miss Antonia. It's rather slippery at this time in winter." said SpongeBob.

As confused as I was, I remained calm. One thing I didn't get, Timmy and SpongeBob don't live in the 1800s, they lived in the present. The only explanation is that I could be handling their ancestors instead of them or this part is set in this time.

"Where are we going?" I asked.

"It's near night. Look, the sun's already going down." said Timm- I mean Timothy.

"Yes, we should get to the pub immediately." said SpongeBob.

"Wh-" I began, but was interrupted by Timothy.

"We'll explain everything at the pub." said Timothy.

I followed the two to the pub and sat down at one of the tables.

"Can I get you boys anything, or you girl?" asked the waiter.

"No thank you, we've already eaten. But," Timothy whispered so that nobody could hear him except the waiter. "have you seen an odd pair of people walk in yet?" she nodded and pointed to a table.

"They're sitting down right now. Just came in." And with that, she left.

"There's our target." said SpongeBob.

I looked at the table. A boy and a man were sitting at the table. The man looked like a towering figure, and as for the boy, pale was the only word for him. He was busy chatting with another waiter. Suddenly the waiter ran away, shielding her eyes from his eyes.

"Ah, I heard young master Artemis had that effect on people, able to scare them like that." said Timothy.

"Artemis?" I asked.

"Artemis Fowl the second; a very tricky character indeed." said SpongeBob narrowing his eyes.

"Artemis Fowl?! Are you serious? Oh my god, I just got to meet him!" I said, running to meet one of my favorite characters.

"No!" said SpongeBob and Timothy holding me back.

"That's not ok, Miss Antonia, Artemis Fowl is the exact person we're trying to follow!" whispered SpongeBob.

"We're following him because we think he's the cause of a… problem going on in London." explained Timothy.

"Problem, what kind of problem?" I asked. Timothy and SpongeBob looked at each other like that they didn't want me to know.

"Well it's a sort monster problem."

"We're monster hunters and we think that," began SpongeBob.

"What monsters? Monsters don't exist at all, everyone knows that."

"And here you are talking to a talking sponge out of water and you have given the thought that there might be such things as monsters?" said SpongeBob.

I thought for a moment. Guess I really haven't thought of that.

"Uh, oh." said Timothy all of a sudden.

"What?"

Artemis and Butler were looking straight at us, with great dislike.

"Act normal." whispered Timothy to me.

Out of the corner of my eye could see Butler escorting Artemis out of the pub.

"Drat! Target got away!" said SpongeBob.

I sighed and wished I was at home now.

End the chapter.

Heh heh, sort of short but will get better. Please review and give me ideas! P.S my real name's not Antonia. Just a pen name.