With a mesmeric, unblinking gaze SpongeBob watched. Watched the flames poised in tight coiled muscles threatening to strike. Himself, not having much of a dark mind, cheerily turned the scene into a bash. He chased after the chaotic prisoners of vengeance. Pitchforks and torches midair as they started to lash out. "Whoa! Cool parade everyone!" His eyes seemed to sparkle in wonderment. "This crowd sure does seem worked up.... Must be the enthusiasm."

They didn't stop. They kept ahead and SpongeBob had to run full pace if he wanted to keep up. "How come I wasn't invited? I LOVE parades! I could have done float duty... or marching band or something. This parade is seriously lacking in that."

Slowly a head from the crowd turned around to give him eyes viscid to his. "It's not that kind of parade."

His heart instantly froze in realization. He stood there a second until the feeling came back. This wasn't a parade... It was a riot! And it was headed straight for Sandy's! She'd be asleep and even though normally she could take out even 40 men at one time, her current state was helpless. He ran after them the hardest he'd ever ran. He felt his knees start to shake and hit each other. He'd never worked so hard. He was filtering hard heavy breaths that made him feel like he was about to pass out. Each breath made him nauseous but he couldn't stop running.

He kept running and running until they all were gathered outside of the shielding of her home. "WAIIIIIT!!"

"Retreat SpongeBoob! Can you not see we're trying to express our contempt in barbaric masses?" Plankton screamed from the top of his little lungs. For being so small and weak looking, his voice sounded masculine, deep and Emperor.

"What's going on?!"

A bigger, burly fish sounded his statement. He didn't need to step forth. His voice was intimidating enough. "We're going to do a well deserved bashing on that outsider. Going to tear it up. Do some damage. Rearrange faces. Should have known that squirrel was trouble from the get. She's not from water. She's from a place none of us have ever seen, land. She isn't one of us. Aquatic heretic!!"

The masses started to cheer at his shouting. All SpongeBob could do was frantically wave his yellow arms over his head to get their attention again. They were working themselves up again. He was still so confused. "But WHY would you want to do all that to Sandy for?"

"Umm hello? She only trash talked each and everyone of us in her diary."

'R-Really?" H e seemed interested yet stammered. The words must have been bad. he was shocked and hurt to know Sandy thought something of him he hadn't know. Trying to protect himself from an oncoming blow he slowed himself into a sentence. Bracing himself. "what did she write about me...?

The fish holding the diary started to flip through the pages. Being the intelligent being she was the people had been colour coded and alphabetized in order from first name. The fish started to break out into laughter at the S' made Spongebob sink into himself with almost not wanting to know what was said. The fish turned to diary around so he could see. "guess not wanting to get payback is easy for you to say SquarePants. You're the only one in this entire town she didn't write smack about."

Spongebob blinked at the empty page He tried to keep his mouth stiff so the others wouldn't see a happy smile upon it. If he showed any amount of relief in that he'd be next for a 'bashing'

"That makes me even angrier! I could see if she was writing about everyone but obviously she only wrote about those who weren't her friends. TO THE TREE!"

SpongeBob looked uneasy and started to shake his head. He made a T with his arms and stretched over her door a bit. Like a dedicated activist stopping a tree from being cut down to make room for a mini mall. "Never!! The only way you're getting in, is over my dead body!!"

A devoted, anxious smile crept over Squidward's mouth at the thought. "Quick! Let's charge! Before he changes his mind."

The crowd all looked at Squidward in a disturbed manner. Every eye seemed to be questioning his mental state. They wanted to do some vandalism, rough her home up. Not kill anybody.

SpongeBob heaved over to take some breaths. He had ran so fast to beat them here he still hadn't caught his breath. He doubled over a bit, one hand holding his stomach and the other holding onto her door for support. "You... can't!" He looked up, lifting his head for everyone to see his eyes. "It's not Sandy's diary. It's... mine."

Every eye in the cowed garnered with confusion. He heard simultaneous 'huhs?' in almost every direction. He was relieved to watch some torches lower. Squidward watched as the crowd died down in front of him and snapped his tentacles in disappointment.

SpongeBob sighed in relief and sank to the ground to sit as everyone seemed to believe his story.

"But wait, why is written from her perspective then?"

"I uhh... I wrote her a fake diary as a prank. Happy Early Fools in April Day. He he?"

Now everyone rolled there eyes and started to complain and grumble as they walked off. Clearly unamused. Once they had reached half down the road someone tossed the purple book back to him. "Here's your stupid diary!"

It had hit him in his forehead. He was rubbing to release some tension with one hand, the other was grabbing the diary that was now at the floor. "I better return this right away not to cause anymore trouble. I've learned my lesson about reading other peoples private property."

SpongeBob tunneled in, the book tucked tightly under his under arm as he tried to quietly tip toe through her home and into the library, not to wake her. He'd have an awkward, hard time explaining to her what he was doing with her diary. Not to mention the butt kicking of a life time.