Disclaimer: I can hope, wish and dream that I own SpongeBob, but it's just wishful thinking. Stephen Hilenburg is the owner.

Warning: If you do not want your childhood of SpongeBob SquarePants being ruined, then please do not read this fanfic! This story will feature very "suggestive" moments between SpongeBob and Sandy. The slogan to is 'unleash your mind' and well, that's what I've done.

A/N: Hello to any readers who have previously read my other SpongeBob stories and welcome in to new readers present. 'TTT' will feature "suggestive" situations between a yellow sponge and brown-furred squirrel. Some chapters will vary in perspectives. The only challenge for me will be keeping them in character. Wish me luck! [This chapter can be considered safe, there isn't anything naughty going on...yet]

Title: Love Potion 1


There's only one word that describes this challenge I have upon me; impossible. I let out a cry of frustration 'cause two pounds of manure really won't fit in a one-pound sack. These two yellow flappin' critters are really drivin' me up the edge, despite how beautiful they look. The institution of Natural Sciences in Hawaii has given me a challenge. Now, I love challenges, I thrive on it, but this project of biology is really one on chemistry.

In the scientific lab which I've constructed in mah tree dome. I'm slumped in chair with mah head rested on the white marble table. Mopin' about is definitely out of mah character. As I'm sittin' in a blue mood, mah perceptive nature don't register the squeaky steps of clean, black shoes beside me.

"Whatcha doin' Sandy?" asks my yellow friend.

"Mopin'," I mumble.

"Moping? That doesn't sound like you." he states. He also shakes his head. "The Sandy I know would never mope around if something's wrong."

With mah face fully on the table, I arc my head around to look at him.

"Oh, really? What would the Sandy y'all know do?" I question. SpongeBob places a hand under his chin and actually starts to think. Mock-think, I think.

"Well...she is a multi-talented scientist alongside inventor and black-belt karate specialist."

My head leaves the marble table. I start to glare at him because nothin' he has said is anythin' new or inspirin'.

"So what if I am? It don't really solve my lil' crisis 'ere."

"Think about it." he stresses. "To be scientist, you're really smart. To be an inventor, you're really talented and to be a black belt in karate, you're really determined. Mopin' dosen't come under any of those roles."

'I guess he does have a point.'

"You've got all the characteristics and more to find a solution to this crisis of yours. You know you do and I know you do." he says, finishing his speech.

I have to look behind me and face mah two crisis's so he doesn't see my blush. It's just the way he says what he says that uplift me in so many ways. His speech is honest, pure and just plain ol' him. It makes me melt a little. Who am I kiddin'? It's more than a little; it's a lot. I'll analyse my 'tiny' crush on him later 'cause I've found the solution already.

As soon as mah feet touch the ground, I'm scramblin' quicker than a city cat chased by dogs, finding all mah equipment to start on a motivational liquid substance. When I look at SpongeBob staring at his shoes and casting his gaze here and there, I shake mah head. Subtly never worked for him.

I call out to him. "Wanna help me with this solution I'm makin', Lab Partner?"

He face gleams all too brightly. "I'd be delighted too, but what about Patrick?" he says, pointing out to the pink star.

I peer behind SpongeBob and see Patrick havin' the time of his life, bouncin' and lickin' a purple ball on mah grass. Allowin' SpongeBob in the laboratory has guaranteed a fifty percent chance of somethin' breakin' into pieces. If I allow his partner in crime to come in too, then there's a hundred percent chance that mah whole tree dome will explode somehow.

"Let him be." I reply. "T'me, he seems to be havin' the time of his life back there."

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I nod my head at him. Slowly, SpongeBob adds the enzyme to the two tubes boiling over the fire. As I predicted, the once red liquid turns pink and SpongeBob's blue eyes widen over the colour change. Randomly, I note that I haven't really explained to SpongeBob the crisis and I'm quite thankful I won't have to, at least not in detail. I'd hate to corrupt his innocence and explain to him that this solution we're makin' is a powerful sexual stimulant that'll knock out the two rare and endangered Hawaiian yellow birds, so that once they wake up, both of the birds will feel an immense sexual desire which will lead the two to procreate. The only reason it'll work on the birds is because both of them (it can be one individual), have quite the relationship with each other. If he does inquire further, I'll just tell him that this substance is just a strong love potion. That'll have to do.

"So, now we just put this pink liquid in their favourite food and then they'll just eat it all up." I nod mah head at what he says. "Okay then, I just have one question though. Why do the birds need to eat this pink stuff?"

I'm unprepared for this, even though I was prepared mentally a few seconds ago. "Well," I drawl out for as long as I possibly can. "You see, this lil' pink drink is a, it's a, um...a potion!"

"Potion?" he questions.

"Yea, a love potion." I claim with more confidence. "We scientists do this all the time. This potion is to help these two birds fall in love." 'More like make love.' I say in my mind.

"Aww, I thought all there was to science was atoms and test tubes. It's about love too."

Of course, only he has the ability to see the bright side of everythin'.

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His worryin' self stretches the grin across mah face wider. "What if the liquid gets into my bubble helmet? Will I fall in love with one of the birds?"

"No, silly. On the probability scale, it's impossible for the love potion to affect you for two reasons. One, it has absolutely no effect on sea critters. If you were to take a lil' sip, you'd feel nuthin'." I raise two fingers at him now. "Two, yer bubble helmet is full of sea water, this pink substance is like oil. I'll let you know that water and oil don't and never have mixed at all," I go further in the explanation. "Oil is made up of non-polar molecules whilst water's molecules are pure in nature."

He seems to be much more relaxed now. He was in a conniption for nuthin'.

When I open one of the Hawaiian bird's cage, I pour all of the strong pink sexual stimulant onto the bird's snacks for four o' clock, even though one drop is all it takes. SpongeBob should be doing the same to the other bird, but he seems to be havin' trouble. I should have expected it but I unfortunately I didn't.

Aw, nuts!

Hina, the female Hawaiian bird is for sure the trouble maker. I don't know how's she managed to fool SpongeBob, but all I know is that she's flyin' away with last pink substance in the air of the lab, in her claws. She has a habit of droppin' things high in the air for fun. Even though the male bird Kalani has had some of the liquid dropped in his food, it won't be fool-proof 'cause he'll be the one attracted to her and she won't respond 'cause she's stubborn. If she drops that, there's no way I'll be able to make another one 'cause one of the enzymes I used were extremely expensive and only bought in the city near the Atlantic Ocean. My science fund is very low this month, I can't afford it!

My lasso ain't with me so I run. I run as fast as I can on mah legs to catch that pink liquid 'cause it'll fall soon knowin' Hina, the bird belonging to Hades. I see an opening, I'm about to jump on one of the tables to the air to grab that pink liquid I need so much.

Today is not mah day.

Before I can't even jump, I trip. To the ground. Badly so, over a purple ball slobbered in saliva.

I sit up as quick as I can, about to look up to the ceiling for Hina, but because today is not mah day. I feel the crack of glass breakin'. I feel the sensation of glass breaking on the top of mah head.

As I said before, Hina has a habit of dropping things high in the air for fun.

Glass cuts. Glass hurts. I know blood is tricking down mah forehead is an unattractive manner. I don't need to feel it or see it because I can taste it. When the glass test tube fell on mah head, I did open mah mouth in a strangled cry.

The coppery taste is in mah tongue but a second later I feel another one. This taste causes me to spit continuously. It's horrible in taste, putrid even. I'd rather eat cousin Tina's out of date home-made onion soup than have this vile taste on mah tongue.

This new taste is surely not the copperiness of blood, but what was in the test tube. The pink substance...The love potion. Uh oh...

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"Sandy? Sandy! Sandy!?" I think someone's callin' mah name. "Are you alright? Okay, that's a stupid question." I giggle at the person's statement. "Are you breathing? I'll get the first aid kit. Please don't die, you can't die right now, I won't let you."

I look up and see a bright yellow sponge I know. SpongeBob? His eyes are blue, a worried sapphire blue. Yup. It's him. SpongeBob SquarePants, more like SpongeBob Dramatic Pants.

"SquarePants. Stop yer yappin'. I'm still breathin' and I'mma...I'mma get that pink barnacle head an..." I stop mah rant. I hold a hand to mah forehead 'cause it's throbbin' so much. I keep getting painful yet colourful visions of blue, blue, blue.

"Why don't you stay sittin' down, and I fix things." he says in such a sweet, silky, soothin' voice. It's like a lullaby. He's luring me in. The lullaby ends when his hands are on mah shoulders. The contact sends a chill throughout mah body, the headaches are ten times more painful.

I push him away and stand up.

I snap at him. "I'm fine! I'm fine!" I wave him off. He looks so confused. I'm confused on why he's confused. "I am...absolu-" I hold a hand over mah heart. Mah fast beatin' heart. Mah fast beatin' heart that's beatin' over it's natural speed. Am I dying? Am I in love? Am I heart broken or do I have to save Bikini Bottom again?

I can't pronounce his name fully. "Bob," I utter in a weak voice.

"Yes, Sandy." he replies with such urgency. The poor lil' yellow dude on the verge of a heart attack. Well, he's not the only one. I hope Patrick calls the ambulance for both of us.

All my senses of touch, sight, taste and sound are out of this world. I see hearts everywhere, I'm tastin' chocolate covered strawberries, I'm hearin' amorous playings of a violin and I think I'm touchin' a velvet box. Ain't I supposed to be in a white lab? SpongeBob's eyes are still big and blue. Worried blue. Luckily somethin' is still the same. I hope his ears are workin' 'cause two words leave mah mouth, before everythin' turns really dark.

"Catch me."


A/N: What is going on? I don't even know...Okay, obviously I do. What did you think of this chapter? Constructed criticism and advice is very much welcomed.