The Saint Patrick's Day Competition
"Come on Gary!" SpongeBob told Gary, his pet snail.
"Meow." Gary said slithering on over to him, SpongeBob tied a leash around Gary, opened the door, went outside, and closed the door shut. He smelled the fresh March air.
"Yup." He told Gary. "It's another beautiful day for a walk, don't you agree Gary?"
"Meow." Gary rolled his eyes. For SpongeBob everyday was a great day for a walk.
"Hey Squidward, nice flowers." SpongeBob told Squidward, who was planting a flower in his front yard.
"Just ignore him Squiddy." He told himself. "Ignore him everyday even if he has a positive comment." He went back planting some more flowers.
Hey SpongeBob, what're you doing?" greeted Patrick.
"Just walking Gary." SpongeBob told him.
"Can I come?" He asked, tagging along.
"Sure." SpongeBob said." "Gary and I could use some great company. Isn't that right Gary?" SpongeBob patted his snail on the shell.
"Meow." Gary said as he slithered. Suddenly, a big gust of wind came and blew a flying flier right into Patrick's face!
"Get it off me! Get it off me!" Patrick screamed in terrier, trying to get the flier away from his face.
"Here buddy, let me help you with that." SpongeBob said, removing the flier out of his friend's face.
"Thanks buddy." Patrick told SpongeBob.
"No problem." SpongeBob said, and then looked at the poster.
"Hmmm." SpongeBob said, reading it. "It appears there going to be a competition for Saint Patrick's Day."
"Let me see!" Patrick replied, rushing over to see it with SpongeBob. SpongeBob shared the poster with Patrick.
"The competition will start at 8 Am and go to 10PM." SpongeBob read out loud. "It will include events like: Canoeing, a Gunny Sack race, a Malay race, hang gladdening and much more!"
"Man that's a lot of stuff!" Patrick scratched his head. SpongeBob ignored him and just kept reading.
"Players will be on teams of four. The team with the most points will have a chance to go at the end of the rainbow to collect their prize. He put it away in his pocket when he was done reading. He wanted to show Mr. Krabs it. ""Gosh it looks like fun, if only we could enter."
"Why can't we go?" Patrick asked.
"I have to go to work on that day." SpongeBob told him.
"So?" Patrick shugged his shoulders.
"I can't go if I have work, Mr. Krabs will be furious."
"Can't you just pretend that you'll sick, and then go?"
"No Patrick." He shook his head. "I rather work then enter a silly contest any day."
"You would?"
"Of course Patrick, I rather keep my job then lose it. But we can show Mr. Krabs it."
"Ok!" Patrick agreed. Then the two boys dropped of Gary at SpongeBob's house, then they raced off to the Krusty Krab.
"Ya hoo!" shouted Mr. Krabs cheered as soon as SpongeBob showed him the poster.
"What are you excited about Mr. Krabs?" SpongeBob asked. Mr. Krabs jumped beside them on the floor.
"I'm excited about this!" He pointed to the sentence about the prize at the end of the rainbow. He cheered some more, walking away.
"You know the prize?" SpongeBob asked him, looking confused.
"Isn't it ovious?'He asked.
"Well, no. I mean it could be anything." SpongeBob said.
"Oh for crying out loud! It's so simple, even a Star fish could figure it out!"
"Is it a wad of gum?" Patrick asked, finally speaking.
"No you fools its gold!" Mr. Krabs shouted at them.
"Gold?" Patrick and SpongeBob said together, their eyes blighted. "Wait a minute Mr. Krabs, how do you know?" SpongeBob asked, after he and Patrick were done cheering. Mr. Krabs then told them the magical story about the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow.
"So if you find the gold at the end of the rainbow, the gold now belongs to you." Mr. Krabs fininished.
"WE''RE IN!" SpongeBob and Patrick shouted, jumping in the air.
"Great!" explained Mr. Krabs. "Now we have you, me, and Patrick, we need one more sea critter to be on are team." Mr. Krabs, Patrick, and SpongeBob all looked at Squidward who was mopping up the floor. Squidward looked up, noticing everyone staring at him.
"What?" he asked. "Why are you guys staring at me?"
"Squidward," Mr. Krabs said, scotching his chin. "How you like to be on our team for the St. Patrick's Day competition?" Squidward shook his head.
"There's no way I'm going to be teamed up with 2 morons and 1 lunatic."
"Well you're going and that's final." Mr. Krabs told him.
"But Mr. Krabs." Squidward complained.
"No buts Mr. Squidward, you're going and that's final."
"That's totally not fair."
"Life's not fair Squidward." Squidward finely gave up while SpongeBob and Patrick cheered around him, making him annoyed.
"Excellent!" cheered Plankton, who has been spying them across the street though a telescope." He leaped to the ground.
"While Mr. Krabs is busy at the competition, the gives me plenty of time to steal the formula!" He laughed evilly, rubbing his tiny hands together.
"But for some reason if he goes crazy and finds out that I'm stealing the formula, I'm doomed. However if he is distracted, I'm saved. Now who to send to distract him?" He thought about it until Karen, his computer wife wheeled through the doors. She just finished her dinner.
"Yum!" She said licking her lips on her screen. "That was a very good meal." Then her husbandand got an idea.
"Karen!" he said, pointing at her.
"What?" Plankton gave her a "Hopeful" look.
"What do you want?" Plankton kept on looking up at her. "Plankton, I…I don't like this." She moved back. Plankton followed. "What do you want?!" she shouted.
"Nothing really." He said. "Except enter you in the saint Patrick's day competition to distract Krabs so I can get my hands on a Krabby Patty."
"What? Never!"
"Aw, come on!"
"Hello? I'm a computer."
"You have legs and hands."
"Not in a billion years."
"Come on Karen, its just one contest, think of the children."
"We don't have any children."
"True, but if we did you would go."
"Nope!" They moved into the kitchen.
"Please Karen, I'm begging you." Plankton got on his knees and begged. "I'll do whatever you tell me to."
"Anything?" She asked.
"Yes, anything!" he nodded his head.
"Are you sure?"
"Positive!" Karen thought for a moment, and then spoke up.
"I doubt it, but I'll give it a try." Plankton jumped up and down, and shook his wife's wired hand.
"Oh thank you, thank you!" he cheered. "I won't let you down! Now go and prepare for the big event" Karen sighed and rolled to the lobby.
'Woopie doo. I can't wait." She said rolling her eyes as she went through the door.
"Excellent!" Plankton sneered. "My plan is working perfectly. With Mr. Krabs, SpongeBob, and Squidward out of the way, no one can stop me from stealing the secret formula!" he laughed evilly.
Meanwhile, SpongeBob, Squidward, and Mr. Krabs were all getting in shape for the big day. They were lifting weights when Patrick asked a question.
"Hey SpongeBob, why are we doing all of these hard exercises?"
"To help us stay fit for tomorrow." SpongeBob told him.
"Why? What's tomorrow?" he asked.
"We got to stay fit for the St. Patrick's Day Competition." Mr. Krabs said.
"What St. Patrick's Day Competition?"
"Patrick, we saw the sign, don't you remember?" SpongeBob reminded him.
"Oh yeah." He said, and got to work.
"Morons." Squidward mumbled to himself, and then lifted a weight.
"Daddy, why can't I be in it?" Pearl asked her dad.
"You have the best part Pearl; you get to watch your ol' dad in action witch is cheaper!"
"You go daddy!" Pearl cheered. "You'll be so coral out there!"
"Thank you daring,' he said. "Now leave your dad so he can get ready."
"Love ya daddy!" she kissed her dad, and watched the exercising program.
"Kids, never get old for loving their parents." He said, and got to work.