Another short chapter (sorry)! I figured that this was a great place to stop. Don't know what I'm talking about? I know; just read the chapter first! :)
SpongeBob was still clinging on to his pet mollusk.
"Meeeooow..." The snail croaked.
"Oh, sorry Gare-Bear," SpongeBob released Gary from his iron grip. "I didn't notice I was choking you." He looked around the room, shocked.
Everything was in disarray. Glass littered the floor. In the kitchen, plates, cups, bowles, and silverware were strewn about. He decided to take a look outside. He told Gary to stay put while he investigated. Fortunately, SpongeBob's house suffered little damage. There were a few minor cracks in the wall and some of the windows were shattered, but otherwise the pineapple was fine. He turned his attention to his neighbors' homes. Squidward's Easter Island head appeared to be okay too, besides the fact that it was tilting to one side, and Patrick's was-
SpongeBob gasped. Patrick's house took the most damage. Instead of covering the starfish's home, it was slanted downward and sticking out of it. The rock itself had collapsed. SpongeBob ran over to check and see if his friend was alright. What he found brought him to his knees.
Among the rubble, he could see Patrick, pinned under the massive rock, unconscious.
NOOOOO! WHY?! I told you that it was a good place to stop! Pretty dramatic, huh? I promise the next chapter is longer! And Patrick: Don't move! ;)