[A/N- I was extremely bored and thought to myself, "Hey, why don't I write a story in which Spongebob and Patrick smoke some doobies?" Please R/R, do your thing. Written in script form because I feel too lazy to write it the real way.]

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FRENCH GUY: It's a beautiful day in Bikini Bottom. The jellyfish are buzzing, the sun is shining, and the air is filled with the tantalizing aroma of. seaweed smoke?!

[Spongebob has just ended his shift at the Krusty Crab. Before leaving, Mr. Krabs pays him. Reluctantly, he leaves work. He wishes he could work every hour of every day. Spongebob goes straight to Patrick's house.]

SPONGEBOB: (knocks on rock) Hey, buddy, are you home?

PATRICK: (opens rock and smoke billows out) Heeey, man. Wassup?

SPONGEBOB: I have all this money, and I don't know what to do with it! I wish Mr. Krabs wouldn't give me so much!

PATRICK: (thinks for a moment) I know something we can buy that'll be loads of fun.

SPONGEBOB: Hah! More fun than bubbles? I doubt it!

PATRICK: But it is! (lowers voice) We can go buy some seaweed.

SPONGEBOB: (appalled) But Patrick! Seaweed is a drug! If you do seaweed, then you'll end up a jobless loser living under a rock watching cartoons all day!

[There's an awkward silence. Spongebob slowly realizes that his seemingly retarded best friend is actually a habitual seaweed smoker.]

SPONGEBOB: So that's why you're so confused all the time. I thought it was because you swallowed paint as a child!

PATRICK: (blinks) Yeah, so, I know this great place in Bikini Wax where we can score some stuff. Ready?

SPONGEBOB: I'm ready! I'm ready! I'm ready, ready, ready eddy eddy ready!

[Spongebob and Patrick get on the next bus to nearby Bikini Wax]

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[A/N- This first chapter was boring, I promise it'll get better! R/R por favor.]