DGG: Oh my goodness. I'm actually fairly nervous about posting this. Not to mention that I'm sure that something like this is extremely overdone...But anyway, I decided to post my first official Spongebob story. It popped into my head...many years ago. Actually, I think I started writing it around the time of the show's tenth anniversary. I've had this under my hat for like three years...Wow.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Spongebob; however, I do own a lot of Spongebob merchandise. Probably too much. You might need to stop me...
It was a beautiful day in the underwater town of Bikini Bottom. Currently, two sea creatures were frolicking around in the lush, green grass of Jellyfish Fields. A plump, pink starfish wearing bright green shorts with a purple floral design was laughing and running around with a net in order to catch jellyfish. He was accompanied by his square, yellow friend, who was wearing a crisp, white shirt, khaki pants, a red neck tie, white tube socks, and shiny black dress shoes. The two bounded over mossy boulders in an attempt to catch jellyfish.
The starfish, Patrick, was finally close enough to a jellyfish to catch it, but whenever he swiped his net towards it, it dodged his every move. This continued for awhile, causing him to grow steadily angrier.
"Stupid net!" Patrick cried. "It must be broken."
He threw the wooden net through the air and it whizzed past the buzzing jellyfish. Of course, this action agitated the transparent sea creature. Its buzz became louder and angrier, and it zipped toward Patrick like a car down the highway. Spongebob stopped his own fun when he heard the electrifying sting of the jellyfish and his best friend's cries of pain. He rushed to his friend's side as the jellyfish buzzed away nonchalantly.
"Patrick, are you all right?" asked the sponge, his voice filled with concern as he knelt down by his friend's side.
Patrick stood up, ignoring the red welt growing on his pudgy left side, "Yeah. But my net's broken again. I can't catch a jellyfish."
Spongebob also stood up in order to pat his friend on the shoulder, "Don't worry, Pat, maybe you're just having a bad day."
"You never seem to have a bad day," he pouted.
"That's not true. I mean, I haven't caught any jellyfish today."
"You caught five when we got here," Patrick folded his arms across his chest with a huff.
Spongebob blinked.
"Okay…well…I haven't caught as many as I normally do," he smiled, attempting to make the star feel better.
"Maybe I'm just not cut out for catching jellyfish," Patrick suggested, slumping over.
"No, no, that's not true. It's probably just your net. It must be broken!" exclaimed Spongebob. "Remember, buddy, we're the top jellyfishers in the whole ocean! You didn't used to have such bad luck."
"You're right, Spongebob," the star cheered up. "This is why you're my best friend!"
"Anytime, pal."
Spongebob shook his head as Patrick bounded off to try and catch more jellyfish. Sometimes his best friend could be a little gullible. It would appear that since another of Patrick's nets was "broken" they'd have to go out and buy yet another for him; however, they'd been best friends since childhood, and it didn't really bother him as long as his friend was happy.
He stood in the middle of the meadow, reminiscing about their long and everlasting friendship until Patrick called to him.
"Come on, Spongebob, you're missin' out on all the fun!"
Spongebob smiled and bounded back out into the field to catch more jellyfish with his best friend. While the two were busy playing, they failed to notice a moving-van drive passed Jellyfish Fields. Little did they know that this new resident was about to change everything.
DGG: So there's the prologue. I hope it was fairly satisfactory for you all. Please review.
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