Hey everyone! This is a story my niece and I wrote when we were bored. It's about SpongeBob's son, SpongeJames…SpongeJim for short. This isn't really serious. Just a fun thing we thought we'd do. Hope you like it! Part 2 is coming soon.

-L. Sister

SpongeJim SquarePants

Part One

Once upon a time, there was an ugly barnacle…oops! Wrong story….Actually, this story takes place in Bikini Bottom…IN THE FUTURE! Well, by like ten years.

But before we enter the vortex of the future, we will first explain how SpongeBob SquarePants got married. Yes, he is married. DAH DAH DAAAAAHHHH!

Yeah, I know what you're thinking. Strange, isn't it? But even though you might think you know who this story is about, it's actually not about SpongeBob.

One day, the young fry cook was walking to the Krusty Krab, when he spotted a beautiful young sponge prancing down the street.

"Lalalalalala!" she cried. Taken aback by her blinding beauty, SpongeBob crossed the street to go converse with the lovely young citizen.

"Hi! I'm SpongeBob SquarePants," SpongeBob introduced. "What's your name?"

"I'm Girly Teen Girl," she greeted.

"I've never seen you around here before," SpongeBob stated.

"Well, I just moved here from Far-AwayVille."

"Well, Welcome to Bikini Bottom! Hey, you look familiar. Have I seen you before?"

"I don't think so," Girly Teen Girl answered in confusion.

"Oh, ok! Well allow me to give you a tour of the town, but no tour is complete without a visit to the Krusty Krab! I work there. Here, I'll show you inside." SpongeBob placed his hand across her back, and escorted her politely into the restaurant.

So, as you can expect, they fell in love, and got married, and all that mushy stuff. Just your typical sea sponge romance story. Everyone's read one of those before! But now that we have all of that boring stuff out of the way, we can now enter our VORTEX TO THE FUTURE! And figure who the real star of this story is!

"SpongeJim SquarePants!" Girly Teen Girl shouted in her old person voice! "Get back inside and finish your brunch before it gets cold! Because then I'd have to feed it to the giant man-eating clams, and you know how they are about their food being cold!"

"Coming, mom!" Shouted a little sponge. SpongeJim was about eight years old, and lived in a pineapple with his mother, Girly Teen Girl, his baby sister, and his father, SpongeBob. As SpongeJim ran inside the house, he began to shout

"I'm ready! I'm ready! I'm REEEEAAADEEEE!" SpongeJim jumped in the air and flexed with overwhelming energy.

Suddenly, gravity took place, and he flopped onto his face in front of his mother.

"That's enough of that," his mother cried. "Get inside and finish your brunch!"

"Sorry, mom, I was imagining I was a space man with a mustache traveling to planet Irk! There were these little green aliens, with pinkish red eyes and antennas. One had a giant nose hair, and some of them had purple eyes. They were so green! Sooooo greeeeeeen."

Girly Teen Girl rolled her eyes and sighed with weariness. "You sure do have your father's imagination, don't you?"

"I dunno. I'm gonna go eat now, wahumph!" the clumsy little sponge didn't give a care to look where he was going, and tripped over an old aged snail.

"Meeeooww!" The bottom feeder mewed as he slithered away. His shell was cracked with age, and had a bushy gray beard.

"Oops, sorry Gary! I didn't see you there." SpongeJim jumped to his feet, and jogged over to the kitchen with a dainty look.

"Hi Dad!" SpongeJim saluted in a serious tone. "Guess where I went in the back yard?"

SpongeBob was pouring snail food into the bowl resting on the floor. "Hi SpongeJim! I dunno, where?"

"I went to the planet Irk!...and I finally grew that mustache I wanted."

"That's great, son! Hey, can you do me a favor, and give this to your sister?" SpongeBob handed his son a small sippy cup full of juice.

"Awww, I was going to finish my brunch!"

"You can do that, after you come down stairs. Now go man, go!"

"Yes sir!" SpongeJim responded, and hustled up stairs with the sippy cup in his hand.

"Here, Sister!" SpongeJim shouted spontaneously, while tossing the sippy cup into the crib. He shared his room with little Spongina for at least six months now, but poor SpongeJim was usually the one who had to pay for it.

Spongina began to cry miserably from her crib.

"Wah, wah, waaaaaaahhhh!"

"SpongeJames SquarePants! What's going on up there?" His mother screamed from downstairs.

"Uhh…nothing, Mother dear," SpongeJim answered nervously. Immediately he ran over to the crib to try and comfort his baby sister.

"Shhhh, it's ok! Rockabye baby, on the kelp top. When the current sways, the cradle will rock…"

"WAAAAAHHHHHHH!"

"No, shush!"

"Wah, wah, waaah!"

"Alright, that's it! I'm coming up there," Girly Teen Girl announced.

"No, Mom! Please don't do that! That's a really bad idea," SpongeJim warned while trying to calm down his sister. "The baby's vomiting, there's a nuclear leak…umm, Dad's up here naked!"

"….what?"

"Yeah, yeah! That's it, that's why the baby's crying."

"Well, I wouldn't be surprised. Tell your father that laundry day isn't until next Sunday!"

"Phew," SpongeJim sighed will wiping the sweat off his forehead. Once he was sure his mother was gone, he took the sippy cup, and pushed it into Spongina's mouth.

The baby sponge began to suck out the juice, and settled back into the crib.

"Good girl," SpongeJim awarded while petting her on the head like a worm. "Now to finish my brunch! I'm ready, I'm ready, I'm REEEAAAADEEE!" He cried….after flopping down the stairs.

After our young friend had finished his food, the young sponge turned to his father to ask a question.

"Hey, Dad? Can I go to Squillip's house today?"

"Sure!" SpongeBob allowed. "But make sure you ask Mr. Tentacles!"

"Ok Dad, thanks!"

"No problem, son! Yeah, Squidward and I are best friends! I remember when I borrowed his vacuum cleaner….ahh, good times…good times," SpongeBob reminisced.

Girly Teen Girl picked up the dishes from the table, while rolling her eyes. "You and Squidward were never friends. He hated you!"

"Oh, what d'you know? You were never there?" SpongeBob corrected.

"Yeah, but he says it everyday you go to work."

"Aww, he's just fool'n around. You know Squidward."

"Whatever. SpongeJim! Be back at the house before dinner! You have to get ready for school tomorrow," Girly Teen Girl called.

"Ok mom! I wiiiiilllllll…..wait, what were we talking about?"

"Just go!"

"K, see yah!"

SpongeJim trotted over to the giant Easter Island Head situated next to his pineapple home. After knocking on the front door of the statue, a tall and bald squid opened the door hospitably.

"Hello, how – oh…it's you," he grumbled. SpongeJim looked up at the elder squid with a giant smile glued on his face.

"Hi Mr. Tentacles, can Squillip come out to play?"

"Well, I guess if it'll get you off of my front lawn."

"Ok," SpongeJim responded, still holding the same annoying grin.

"….why are you smiling like that?"

"I'm….stuck!"

"Hemph….Squillip, there's someone here to see you!"

"No, Father! Please don't make me play the clarinet again!...Oh, hey SpongeJim!"

"Hi Squillip! Come on; let's go play at my house!"

"Ok, can I go dad?"

"Sure…just go!"

Immediately, the two friends ran out of the house, and flopped in the backyard of the pineapple.

"I found these bubbles in my dad's garage! Let's blow them!" SpongeJim suggested.

"I got a better idea! Let's blow them!"

"Ok! How come you're so smart?..." SpongeJim dipped the bubble wand into the bubble container, and blew softly into the hole. Suddenly, a giant bubble formed in the shape of a jellyfish.

"Oh my goodness! Check this out?" SpongeJim cried, while pointing to the jellyfish bubble.

"That's incredible! I've never seen anything like that!...except for maybe a real jellyfish." SpongeJim and Squillip laughed heartily at their discovery, until the reflection of an ugly young sea star appeared in the bubble.

"Gaaaah!" SpongeJim cried, while falling over backwards. Squillip gasped, and ran over to his friend with fear. A young pink sea star glared down at them cruelly. She had black pigtails, and a floral dress.

"Starla! What are you doing here?" SpongeJim stuttered. "This…this is my house! You can't touch us!"

"Yes I can!" Starla shouted. "And I want those bubbles!"

"No, they're my dad's!"

"Well your dad's stupid," Starla scoffed. Squillip and SpongeJim gasped with shock.

"Well, you're stupid!" SpongeJim cried boldly.

"Grrrr…STARLA ANGRY!" SpongeJim and Squillip huddled together in fear, shaking and stuttering like vibrating phones, too scared to move.

"No Starla, please don't hurt us," SpongeJim begged.

"We didn't mean it!" Squillip sobbed.

"You better not have," Starla threatened. "You twerps! Now here are your precious bubbles!" Starla animated her act by picking up the bubble bottles, and tossing them down the cliff, where they violently burst into flames.

"Nooooooooooooo!" SpongeJim yelled, while holding out his hands in agony. "Those were my dads! He's gonna kill me…KILL ME!"

"Maybe you should have thought about that before you threw them off the cliff," Starla spat. "Now I'm gonna tell your dad!"

"Starla, no!"

"Mr. SquarePants? Mr. SquarePants?..." Starla called as she went to the front door of the pineapple.

"Ugh! She always does this!" SpongeJim complained. "She's always getting me in trouble."

"Don't worry," Squillip comforted. "I'll tell him what really happened."

"He won't believe you. My dad always believes Starla. It isn't fair! Once when she was over, she made Spongina cry, and told my mom it was me! Then she broke my jellyfish net, when she wasn't even supposed to touch it, and my dad grounded me for a week!"

"Well maybe you should just tell her parents."

"They're not smart enough to understand."

"Don't worry, SpongeJim," Squillip responded. "We'll find a way to stop her!"