A/N: Well, here's chapter two. Fortunately, this one's not as dark as the last one. Also, one bit at the beginning does seem to go along with the last chapter in a way, so make of that what you will.

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Disclaimer: If any of these characters belonged to me, then why would I bother writing fanfiction about them?

Other: Just to prevent any possible confusion someone may have on this, the bus in this is not the Foster's bus or the one from Camp Lazlo; it's just a bus.

Rain

"Mac, it's still raining!"

Mac gave his imaginary friend an annoyed glare. "I know it is, but what do you want me to do about it? I can't change the weather!" He crossed his arms and started looking outside the window. "Besides, at least we're inside the bus; it's not like we're gonna get wet unless someone opens one of the doors or windows."

"Well, why is it taking so long for Wilt and Frankie to fix it?" Bloo whined again as he now stood up on the seat and started looking outside.

"How should I know? Now would you stop complaining? That's not gonna help anyone."

"Fine," he groaned before he slumped back down in his seat.

Across the row from Mac and Bloo, a young red-headed girl lightly poked the shoulder of the spiky-haired brunette sitting next to her and staring out the window. "Sora, you've been staring out there for a while now."

Sora turned around and gave Kairi a somewhat uneasy grin. "Sorry; I didn't notice."

"It's okay." She paused before she asked, "You're still thinking about England, aren't you?"

"Yeah, kinda," he admitted. "I didn't think it'd be raining so much here, too."

"Well, don't worry about it so much; we'll be out of here eventually."

In the very back of the bus, a bright, yellow sponge with bright blue eyes decided to stand up in his seat. "Well, everyone, how about we all do something together while we're waiting for the bus to start up again?" he suggested.

"Do we have to?" someone from the front groaned.

SpongeBob looked all the way over to a familiar face towards the front behind the driver. "Ah, come on, Squidward! It'll be fun!" he reassured him.

"Yeah, Squidward," the pink seastar sitting next to him said, "don't be such a party pooper!"

Squidward glared at him. "Patrick, shut it."

"Well, it's better than just sittin' around and doin' nothin', right?" the brown squirrel girl next to SpongeBob spoke up.

"See, Squidward? Everybody else agrees!"

"Patrick and Sandy do not count as everybody," Squidward rudely pointed out.

Kairi turned to look over at SpongeBob and asked, "What did you have in mind?"

"Well, uh...How about 'I spy'?" he suggested.

"What's there to spy?" questioned Squidward. "Almost anything inside is too obvious and there's hardly much to look at outside since the only things out there are trees, water, dirt, mud and clouds."

"I guess that's true...How about a song, then?"

"Oh please, no," Squidward groaned quietly to himself.

Mac turned around and stood on his seat in order to look over at SpongeBob. "Do you have one in mind?"

"Well, not yet, but I'm sure we can all think of one." SpongeBob jumped out of his seat and landed in the aisle. He looked around at everyone and asked, "Anybody have any ideas?"

Choosing to ignore SpongeBob, Bloo looked outside of the window again and groaned. "It's still raining," he mumbled to Mac. He hadn't realized that SpongeBob had overheard him until he noticed the yellow creature leap into the air and land between him and his creator.

"Say, now there's an idea."

"What?"

"The rain. We could sing a song about that."

"Do we have to?" Squidward moaned.

"Squidward, would ya quit your whinin'?" Sandy glared at the cephalopod before she gave a more friendly look to SpongeBob. "Alright then. Which one? There're quite a few songs 'bout the rain."

"Well, there's gotta be something that everyone in here knows." SpongeBob stood up again and started walking from row to row. "How about...'Let it Rain'?"

"How about no?" Squidward deadpanned. A few people were now glaring over at Squidward, but he didn't notice.

"What about 'Kentucky Rain'?" a young girl near the front suggested.

"Eh, I don't know that one," said Bloo.

"Love, reign o'er me," Sora whispered quietly to himself.

Kairi turned her head towards Sora and asked "Did you say something?"

He lifted his head and looked back at her. "Huh? Oh, uh, no, it was nothing."

"Alright, if you say so." She could tell that he was lying, but it was probably better not to ask.

"Ooh, I have one!" A thin, pale woman(?) towards the front suddenly shouted. "Does anyone like 'Little April Shower'?"

A resounding "No" was heard from nearly everyone on the bus.

The "woman" slowly slunk down into their seat and looked at the large man next to "her". "Well, I tried."

The man chuckled. "Sometimes is better not to try at all."

"Oh really? Well then, if it's better not to try some things at all, then how exactly do you explain all of those little monsters that you made?" 'she' asked while pointing to a blue, dog-like creature sitting across from them with a little dark-haired girl.

"Eh, is different story."

While all of this was going on, the busdriver, a yellow, slug-like creature with stick-like arms and legs, decided to go outside to check on the two passengers who had volunteered to help fix it (that, and he did need a short break from hearing all of the passengers inside). He was immediately soaked the moment he stepped out, but he paid little attention to that as he walked over to the front of the bus and looked up at a tall, red creature with a yellow raincoat.

"So, uh, how's it going, Mister Wilt?" he asked nervously.

Wilt looked back down at the busdriver and gave him a small shrug. "I'm sorry, but I really don't know." He then glanced over at a redheaded woman who was wearing a blue raincoat and staring blankly at the bus. "Frankie?"

"I just...I don't know what the problem is," she admitted. "Everything seems fine, so I don't know why it just stopped running."

"Well, it's getting kinda late. Maybe I should try again to see if the radio works," the slug mused. Frankie walked up to him and started following him back into the bus.

"Lead the way, Slinkman." She turned her head and looked over at Wilt. "Come on, Wilt."

Wilt started to follow the two of them back inside the bus, but before he reached the doors, he noticed something from out of the corner of his eye. He turned around and looked out towards part of the woods to see if he could spot whatever it was that he thought he saw.

Frankie poked her head out of the bus and looked up at Wilt. "Wilt? What are you doing?"

"I- I thought that I- I'm sorry!" he blurted out quickly before he ran off towards the woods.

"What the- Wilt!" Before she fully realized what she was doing, she was soon running after him. It wasn't easy to follow him due to how wet everything was and how fast he seemed to be going, but she managed to keep up with him right up until he stopped. She put up one hand and rested it on a nearby tree as she caught her breath. "Wilt," she panted between breaths, "what on Earth is this all about?"

"Are you alright?"

"Well, I guess, thanks for-" She stopped when she looked over at him and realized that he was helping up a short, old woman. "Oh."

"Why, thank you, dearie," said the stranger as she started to try and remove some of the mud off of her black dress.

"Ah, you're welcome. It's no big deal, really," he reassured her with a smile.

"It's not often that old Hazel runs into someone willing to help her. Of course, not many people come out here anymore, so-" She cut herself off as she frantically looked around. "Oh, fiddlesticks and featherdusters! My hat's gone!"

"You mean the one that's up there?" Frankie asked while pointing up at one of the trees behind them. The other two looked over to where she was pointing and sure enough, there was a black, pointed hat on the end of a branch.

"Oooh, so that's where it went."

"Huh. Kind of an odd place for a hat to end up," Wilt thought aloud as he reached over and brought it down for the old woman.

"The wind can do strange things sometimes," Hazel quickly noted with a shrug as she took back her hat. She examined it and gently placed it back on her head before she exchanged a few glances with Wilt and Frankie. "You know, it's been a long time since anyone's bothered to help poor little Hazel. Perhaps there's something I could do for you as a way of showing my gratitude?"

Frankie shrugged. "Well, unless you have some sort of knowledge on how to start a bus that refuses to run..."

"Ah, so that's how you ended up out here," she mumbled to herself. "Well, take me to it and I'll see what I can do."

Wilt and Frankie both stared blankly at Hazel. "Are...Are you serious?"

The old lady grinned and gave them a nod. "Hazel is a woman of her word, dearies. Now, show me the way."

It had been nearly half an hour since Wilt and Frankie ran off into the woods, but at least they came back in one piece and didn't get lost. They both watched Hazel examine the bus.

"How interesting," she mumbled to herself as she stroked her chin. She rose one hand and motioned for the two of them to leave. "Now, there's no need to fret, dears; just head back inside and Hazel will take care of everything."

The two of them exchanged a confused glance with one another before they both slowly nodded and headed back into the bus. They were quite surprised to see most of the passengers were singing to the song 'Singing in the Rain' and that they're reappearance had gone mostly unnoticed.

"Hey Wilt, hey Frankie," Mac greeted with a wave. The both of them waved back before they seated themselves in the row in front of Mac and Bloo just before Slinkman walked over to them.

"So, did you find out what the problem was?" he asked.

"Well, no," Wilt admitted, "but there's someone outside who said that she would-"

He was cut short along with everyone else when there was a sudden green flash from outside and a rapid jolt shook up everyone inside. Whatever had happened was over as quickly as it had begun, and it left everyone looking around in shock and confusion.

"What in the name of Sam Hill was that?" Sandy wondered aloud.

A short, round man with a pointed nose and flipper-like fingers sat up after retrieving his tophat and monocle. "I was pondering the exact same thing," he admitted, "but I suppose that I would be right in assuming that no-one else here has the slightest idea as to what that was."

Feeling slightly dizzy, Slinkman managed to stand up again and made his way back up to the driver's seat. He heaved a big sigh and, without thinking, tried to turn on the engine.

It started.

Slinkman's eyes widened. He couldn't believe it, and judging by some of the looks on the others' faces, they couldn't believe it either. He smiled for a moment while a lot of the others cheered. After he gave a sigh of relief, he stood up and announced, "Alright everyone, now take your seats! We're about to-"

"Wait!" Frankie shouted. She jumped up, ran towards the front, opened the doors and stepped back out into the rain. "Ma'am! I don't know what you did, but we really..." She paused and noticed that the old woman was no longer standing there. Frankie looked around a little more, figuring that she must still be nearby, but she still couldn't find her.

"Frankie?"

Frankie turned around to see Wilt standing by the bus's doors and staring at her. "Wilt, she- She's gone," she said in disbelief.

"Yeah, I noticed, too."

"But...Where did she go? It's not like she just could've disappeared, right?"

"Frankie-"

"Could she?"

Wilt sighed and patted her on the back. "Frankie, I'm sorry, but we really should be going home now. It's getting really late."

"Yeah, you're right," she quietly admitted as she followed him back inside the bus and sat down.

Slinkman cleared his throat and said, "Alright then. As I was saying, everyone please take your seats. We'll be leaving again shortly."

As they drove away, Frankie kept staring out the window, wondering what had happened to that old woman.

A/N: ...That was completely different from what I had initially planned on doing. :/ I think I'll just stop it right there; this seems long enough.

Incidentally, last year I tried to write a Christmas oneshot with a similar premise, only it had a few Danny Phantom characters in it, it involved a train being unable to move on the tracks due to too much snow, and there was a spirit who tried bringing everyone on board some Christmas cheer (and he was more successful at it than SpongeBob was here) despite the fact that he was given some sort of rule from an unseen higher authority to not interact with the living.
...Trust me; it made more sense in context and sounded better when it was written out.