Authors Note: Happy Thanksgiving and thank you so so much for all the positive responses! I really appreciate it!

Here's Chapter 2: A not-so-good Morning


That irritating, monotone beeping noise came -once again- from her night stand. The squirrel opened her eyes the tiniest bit, just to see the red numbers 5:30 glowing in the dark. A tired Sandy slammed the snooze button, quickly shutting her eyes again. After weeks of working on her suspired water-breathing serum, it had been destroyed in a blink of an eye.

Now, she had spent the last two stressful days packing her bags, booking all of SpongeBob's plane rides and hotel rooms, asking her family to let SpongeBob also stay at their house, explaining to them that her friend was not her boyfriend and he was only coming because of a lab accident, and working on the antidote for the now air breathing sponge.

To put it this way, Sandy was exhausted.

She pulled the covers over her skin, hoping to get a few more minutes of precious sleep. But she couldn't get any rest with the constant rhythm of someone inhaling…

'Wait. I live alone. Why do I hear breathing?'

Sandy kicked her blanket off, turned on the lamp on her bed side and quickly did a karate stance, only to see her favorite sparring partner standing right in front of her.

"SpongeBob?!"

"Good Morning!" SpongeBob beamed to her discomfort. 'How can he be so happy so early in the morning?' Sandy sat back down on her bed. 'At what time did I tell him he should come over again?'

Sandy stopped asking herself questions and turned to the giddy sponge in front of her. "What are you... uh... doing here?"

"Oh I just thought I'd wait till you'd wake up. I'm all packed see?" SpongeBob eagerly held up his luggage. "I've got everything ready! And guess what? No one noticed I was wearing a helmet 'sept Gary, but he isn't very happy with me because Squidward's gonna take care of him. And he wasn't too excited about that, but his eyes lit up as I told him I really needed his help, because I was going on a vacation for two weeks. I knew Squidward secretly does like snail-sitting! And he said he's happy that I'm gonna go away for a while- isn't that sweet? But I didn't tell him that I was going with you, because Mr. Krabs made a funny face when I said that and Pat-"

"It's alright, SpongeBob. Can you please get out of my room?" Sandy looked down at her nightgown and frowned.

"Oh yeah, sorry." He apologized and awkwardly sidestepped out of the door.

Sandy waited for the door to close before walking over to her suitcase.

'This sure is going to be an interesting trip.' She thought as she grabbed the folded outfit on top of it and went off into the bathroom to get ready.

SpongeBob watched Sandy come down the stairs. Instead of her normal attire, which was just a bikini, the squirrel was clothed in a purple tank top and jeans, along with a towel wrapped around the top of her head.

"Why are you wearing that?" SpongeBob asked, obviously not too excited about Sandy's new choice of wardrobe.

"Because I ain't gonna be wearing a bikini while visiting folks who barely see me!"

SpongeBob still looked unimpressed. "I kind of was talking about the towel on your head..."

Sandy quickly tore the towel off her head and fluffed up the fur around her ears. She smiled sheepishly. "I forgot to take that off."

SpongeBob then smiled as well and jumped up. "I made breakfast!" He exclaimed before he ran into the kitchen and came back out with large tray of food, covered in plates of pancakes to kelp browns to fruitsalad to -of course- Krabby Patties. "Oh and here's your coffee. Acorn spiced." He smiled as he set the mug in front of her and then sat down himself.

Sandy stared at the huge meal in front of her. Did SpongeBob not know that there would be plenty of food for them on the way there? "Thank you..." She slowly reached for a spoon and began to stir her coffee.

"My pleasure Sandy. By the way, since you're the one taking me on this amazing trip, what are we gonna do the whole time?"

Sandy looked up from her drink and took a folded paper out her pocket. She had no idea what her parents had planned. She did know how they'd get there though. Sandy unfolded the paper and told SpongeBob about their upcoming ride. "We're going to ride the bus to Hawaii, which takes forever. Then we've got a few hours to wait on our plane in Honolulu, but-"

"Honolululu?"

"Honolulu."

"Hononolulululu?"

"Honolulu."

"Honononolululululu?"

"SpongeBob!"

"Okay, please continue."

"After Honolulu, we gotta catch our flight to-"

"Flight?"

"Yes. We're going to fly to the west coast; otherwise we'd have to ride the bus even longer. An' trust me. We don't want to do that. We'll stay at a hotel for a night in California, and then we finally get to fly to Houston from there, which takes approximately 4 hours."

"Weren't we going to Texas?"

"Yes. We are going to Texas. Can I eat now?"

SpongeBob nodded and put a few kelp browns on his plate.

After breakfast, SpongeBob went up to wash the dishes and Sandy went upstairs to finish getting ready.

In her diving suit, the squirrel brought down her luggage. "Okay SpongeBob, are we ready to go or-" she stopped when she noticed the male was huddled up in a corner, clutching onto his backpack. "You okay?" She glanced at the kitchen sink, where he was last. The dishes were washed, which meant he hadn't been huddled there too long.

SpongeBob loosened his grip on his back pack as Sandy approached him. "You're not an alien, are you?"

"No."

"Then… why do you always take me to the moon?"

"We ain't goin' to the moon."

"But you said that you and I are going to Houston..." His voice trailed off. Were all land creatures aliens? What if she tried to pull him in to their evil ways? What if Sandy's serum was meant for him and all she wants to do is recruit him in their society?

"Yes...?" Sandy didn't seem to shocked that he had found out her secret identity and doubt started creeping in to SpongeBob's mind.

"Houston isn't the capitol city of the moon?"

The squirrel's mouth dropped open, and then she shut it again. She didn't know how to respond and SpongeBob knew he had to explain himself. "Patrick said, the astronauts say 'Houston we have a problem' because they contact the aliens that rule the moon." He saw her expression and nervously chuckled. Accusing your friend of being an alien is probably not the best way to start a two week trip together.

Sandy stared blankly at the sponge and took the small green backpack out of his hands. "There are no aliens rulin' the moon and Houston is a big city in Texas. Now c'mon! If we miss the bus it'll be mighty expensive."

She pulled him up and pushed him out of her tree house. Although Sandy did make sure SpongeBob was wearing his helmet before opening the door to the cool ocean, anyone could tell she was extremely aggravated.

Her morning wasn't as nice and peaceful as she had planned, and SpongeBob's "Houston is the capitol of the moon" didn't help.

For SpongeBob the wait for the bus ride was nothing but a long awkward silence, the fact that Sandy still let him come with her meant she couldn't be that mad.

Maybe she was just tired.

Hopefully.