Disclaimer: I do not own Spongebob. I do not own Early Edition.

Sorry that this is such a short chapter. I am writing this for English class and was hoping to get some feedback on what little I have completed. I plan to post the second chapter (hopefully longer) tomorrow.

Chapter One: It Starts With a Fire

Sunday and life is perfect. He had just woken up to a beautiful day and was already playing his clarinet. Sunday meant many things to many people: Church, Sales Ads, and last day of the weekend before school. Being an atheist Squidward didn't care much for church, and since school was years in the past he needn't worry about that either. For him Sunday was a day for freedom; a day to relax.

Squidward was only 32, and yet his face was plagued by wrinkles. He blamed this unfortunate blemish on his long time neighbor Spongebob. Spongebob was the exact opposite of Squidward. While Squidward considers himself to be a more artistic and cultured person, Spongebob is an immature child who enjoys mindlessly waving a net around to catch jellyfish. What does this have to do with Sunday?

Being a full-time employee at the most popular fast food joint in town requires that Squidward spend 8 hours a day, 9 on Fridays, working with Spongebob. But not today, today was his day…or at least he thought.

The sound streaming from his clarinet was a sound that made people punch babies, a sound that made the deaf thankful and their friends jealous. Squidward didn't notice. He continued to play day after day dreaming of the day he could perform on stage in front of a large crowd made up of his fans. That day would never come.

"Be right back" he said as he placed down his clarinet. Having been playing for three hours Squidward had become quite thirsty and headed down stairs. A nice refreshing glass of Atlantis Green Tea, and two cookies later he was ready to get back to what was most important to him. Before he could reach the stairs his perfect day became slightly flawed. He heard a sound, two sounds on his front door step.

Thud…Meow

'Spongebob', he thought as he ran to the door "and he brought Gary"

He threw the door open to find no one. Only a newspaper and a Snail.

"Get out of here!" he yelled pointing at SpongeBob's house. The snail moved toward the pineapple house at a slow pace. Squidward reached down at picked up the newspaper.

'That's odd,' he thought, 'I don't subscribe to the Bottom Feeder Daily'

He walked back into his house flipping through the pages as he went. Halfway through his stair climb he dropped the newspaper. It couldn't be right was all he could think as he stood there, unable to do anything. According to the paper the Krusty Krab had been destroyed by a 'kitchen-related incident'. He had worked yesterday until close and certainly didn't witness any destruction. He bent down to look at the newspaper and sure enough it was there:

One Death in Krusty Krab Fire