Chapter 3: Driving Miss Sandy…

The foghorn alarm went off precisely at six. Spongebob leapt from his bed, rushing to get dressed.

SB: I'm ready!

17 seconds later… with his house locked up, Spongebob stepped outside to find Sandy waiting in a car in front.

SD: All right Spongebob, get in.

Sandy slid over to the passenger seat as Spongebob got in on the driver's side. He buckled his seat belt, and put on his Krusty Krab uniform hat.

SD: Why the hat Spongebob?

SB: You said for me to pretend it's my job, so I dressed for work.

SD: Ok… well then, let's get going. Start the car, Spongebob.

Spongebob turned the key, and the motor came to life with its familiar low sound.

SD: That's it Spongebob. Now we're gonna drive all around the city today and every day for the next two weeks. Let's start off by going for breakfast. I know a place just down the road.

Spongebob gently set his foot against the accelerator and the car began to move.

SD: That's good Spongebob. Now just focus on driving.

Spongebob nodded and turned his attention to the road. A four-way intersection was coming up.

SD (thoughts): What if he crashes? Well, at least I'm insured! Take a left up here Spongebob.

Spongebob activated his turn signal, and approached the turn.

SB (thoughts): You can do it. Just like flipping a patty.

Spongebob turned the wheel, hand over hand, and made the turn. Sandy opened her eyes to see if she was still alive.

SD: Spongebob, you did it! You made a left turn!

SB: Whooo! Let's keep on going!

Since it was Sunday, it was Squidward's day off. Like most of his days off, he was outside, relaxing, drawing a sketch of the sunrise peeking over the horizon, and several gin cocktails.

SW: Wow, nature is very beautiful, especially at this hour of the morning. (strange look on his face, checks watch) Hey, wait a minute… Something's not right. Where's Spongebob? Normally at this hour he's wide-awake. I wonder if he's… (realizes what he is doing) Oh what I am doing?

Squidward threw down his sketchpad, and grabbed a gin cocktail.

` SW: Ah, sweet sweet alcohol. You never let me down, or judge me at all.

Everyday, Spongebob would drive, and Sandy would be there. She never had to tell him what to do. He knew it all. Before either of them knew it, two weeks had breezed by very quickly.

The alarm went off at 5:30. Spongebob caught it, awakening with a grand smile on his face.

SB: Gary, its time.

GY: Meow! (give 'em hell!)