Prompt 10- Chase
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Spot! Spot! Where is he? I ponder frantically as I run around the endless streets of Bikini Bottom, trying to find my new friend.
I haven't had Spot for long, but I've quickly come to love the little guy- for the first time in my life, I'm chasing for something other than the Krabby Patty Secret Formula. Instead, I'm running all over town- or to be more precise, across the street- calling his name as loudly as I can shout- which isn't very loud- and looking here, there- anywhere, really. I'm so desperate to find him I wouldn't spare a nook and cranny in the hunt for my Spot!
I guess...I guess I'm as much of a failure as a pet owner as I am a friend and at stealing the Krabby Patty formula.
How can I search this dead end labyrinth with minuscule legs and pitiable depth perception?
"SPOT!" I call out desperately as I arrive at the Krusty Krab dumpster before breaking down into tears of despair and agony.
For the first time in my life, I do not have a plan to achieve my end goals- which of course is to find Spot and bring him home to the Chum Bucket, safe and sound.
Presently, I see SpongeBob coming out of the Krusty Krab with the trash- at last! If it had been Krabs, I would never live this down, but at least this pest of a poriferan wouldn't be so judgemental about me losing my pet.
"What's wrong, Plankton?"
"I lost Spot!" I confess quickly, glad to have someone I occasionally regard as a friend to listen to me. SpongeBob gasps in horror, and immediately offers to help me look for him straight after his shift, and tells me to meet him outside the Krusty Krab at 6PM.
I agree reluctantly, hoping that Krabs doesn't find out, for fear of him keeping his top employee from helping me find my top pet.