Sponge-Bob: Superhero
Sponge-bob Squarepants sat up in bed. He yawned.
"What time is it, Gary?" Gary pushed the alarm clock onto the bed. It said 10:15.
"Oh no! I'm late!" cried Sponge-bob. He grabbed on his square-shaped pants and ran out of his pineapple house. He sped down the street, right-- into Squidward. Squidward sighed.
"What's the rush, Sponge-bob?" he said in his nasal voice. "Fire somewhere? IT'S 10:15 AT NIGHT!" Sponge-bob looked confused.
"Isn't there a brain in that spongy head? Oh, I forgot. Of course not!" Squidward said. He ran down the street, laughing hysterically at his joke and leaving Sponge-bob still looking confused. Sponge-bob looked around. It was dark. So it *was* night! Sponge-bob walked home.
The next day, Sponge-bob woke up again. It was 7:30. He decided to go to work early. He pulled on his pants again, and walked down the street. Squidward was walking in the opposite direction, towards Sponge-bob. He was yawning and looking his tired and grumpy self. As always, Sponge-bob was oblivious to this.
"Hi Squidward!" he said cheerfully. "I had this weird dream last night. I was walking down the street, and I saw--"
"Me, by any chance?" said Squidward. "And then I wondered what you were doing out at 10:15 at night? And you looked like you were confused about who-knows-what? And I walked away?" Sponge-bob was shocked. He gasped.
"Squidward! How do you know all of this? Are you a dream expert? Or are you psychic?" said Sponge-bob.
"Maybe it wasn't a dream. Ever think of that, you stupid sponge- headed. . .sponge-headed. . .SPONGE!?" said Squidward, laughing in his face. He walked off down the street, laughing again. Sponge-bob's facial expression slowly morphed from confusion to sudden understanding.
"Maybe Squid's right! It *wasn't* a dream!" said Sponge-bob. He walked off down the street to the restaurant. (Author's Note: Can't remember the name (Krabby Patty, Krabby something?), so if you review and tell me, I'll put it in.) Mr. Krabs was standing outside, with a screwdriver in his hand. He was trying to fix a grill (or whatever they are, ovens, grills, stoves, whatever).
"Howdy, Sponge-bob," he said. "Why are ya coming in so early?"
"I don't know, Mr. Krabs! I just got up early. Can I start work?" replied Sponge-bob.
"Right when I'm done fixing this--" Suddenly the grill went up in flames and the metal bulged outward. Pieces went flying and the grill shuddered. Sponge-bob was dimly aware of a very loud noise before he was numb and everything was black.
Sponge-bob sat up. He rubbed his head. Then he saw a jellyfish. He jumped up to catch it and went flying high in the water. The jellyfish swam away, so Sponge-bob gave one kick of his legs and went shooting forward. He went shooting past the jellyfish, so he decided to give up chasing it. He landed on the ocean floor. He wondered what was going on. Why was he so strong?
He shrugged and went back to work. When he arrived, Mr. Krabs was lying on the floor groaning.
"My stove. . .my stove. . .that cost money. . .MONEY!" He caught sight of Sponge-bob. "Sponge-bob. . .Sponge-bob. . .be a good lad. . .will ya buy me another stove? It costs money, and I can't spare any. Really, I can't." Mr. Krabs closed his eyes and gave a shudder. Then, he was unmoving.
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! MR. KRABS! MR. KRABS! MR. KRABS IS DEEEEEAAAAAAD!" screamed Sponge-bob. Squidward came walking by.
"What's the matter now, Sponge-bob?" he said.
"Squidward, Squidward, Mr. Krabs is dead!" cried Sponge-bob.
"Then why's he breathing, Sponge-bob? Don't dead people normally not breathe?"
"He is! You're right! He's breathing! Oh, he's alive! MR. KRABS! YOU'RE ALIVE! YAAAAAAAY!" Mr. Krabs stood up.
"Well, what's the fuss, me laddies?" he roared. "GET TO WORK!" Sponge- bob walked into the restaurant. He saw a black fish holding someone by the shirt.
"Da money, mon! Gimme da money!" he shouted. Sponge-bob took action.
"STOOOOOOP!" he shouted. He put up a hand. Out of it flew a spatula! It hit the fish in the head and he crumpled to the floor.
"I didn't know I could do that!" he said. He made another spatula comeout of his hand, but held on to this one. He walked over to where the fish was getting up and wacked him on the head left to right, right to left, on the chin, and one final swipe to the stomach. The fish doubled over, knocked out. Everyone cheered.
On the TV, a news program was on. The news-fish was talking about a thief who was stealing things and leaving a pearl in their place. When people came close, the pearl let out farting noises. Sponge-bob had to do something!
He ran out of the door and to the police station. He asked them if they knew where he would be. They told him to go to the bank. He went there.
He saw the fish holding an octopus. He shouted at it and it let out ink. The whole room was now so dark that no one knew what was happening. Sponge-bob knew he was the only hope. He shot spatulas out of his hands at the windows. They shattered and some of the ink seeped out. There was still some ink in the water, but Sponge-bob could see a little bit. He caught sight of the fish dropping a pearl in the safe and running out of the front door.
"You won't get away from me!" shouted Sponge-bob. He ran out of the door and started flinging spatulas at the fish. He missed. He ran faster. And faster. And faster. You could barely see him. There was dust flying behind him. He caught up to the fish and ran in front of him. Then, he stopped so short that a hill of dirt piled up in front of him. He leaped high in the air and did a back flip as the fish ran under him and crashed into the hill. He plowed right through it and stopped when he got to the middle. Sponge-bob heard his muffled voice but couldn't tell what he was saying. Nor did he care. He got right to work, piling more dirt on the hole. Now the thief couldn't get back out. Sponge-bob clapped his hands together and waited. He heard sirens. A police car came driving up. A police-fish hopped out and ran toward Sponge-bob.
"Right in this hill, ma'am! I buried him!" said Sponge-bob smugly. But instead of passing by him, the police-fish pulled out a pair of handcuffs. She put them on Sponge-bob. Then she turned to a witness.
"Is this him?" she asked.
"Yup," said the fish. "That's him. He broke the windows. If it weren't for that other fish, the one with the octopus, he would've gotten away with the money! But he delayed him by inking up the whole place. Now, I wonder where he is?"
"This sponge said he buried him. He could suffocate if we don't get him out of there!" said a male police-fish. He began to dig.
"Wait!" began Sponge-bob. "You've got the wrong sponge! I didn't do it! He did! He tried to distract everyone with his octopus! He's got the money in the sack. I only broke the windows to let the ink out so I could catch him! You can't arrest me!"
"We can and we are. You have the right to remain silent, and everything you say can and will be used against you. You can have a lawyer to represent you--"
"But I didn't do it!" cried Sponge-bob. The real culprit was now completely un-dug. He was very dirty. He had heard what was going on and decided to play along. He could escape soon enough. Although getting the money back might be a problem. . .he'd figure it out later. For now, he had to work on pretending to be innocent.
"Hey!" he said. "He tried to frame me! Look at this! See? He buried that sack along with me. Now it looks like I'm guilty! I don't want to be arrested!"
"You won't be arrested, sir," aid the female police-fish. "You'll be taken in as a witness. You might need a reward for saving the money, I should think." She winked. Yes, you should think!But unfortunately, you aren't! Now I'm getting framed! Now, Sponge-bob is normally too stupid to think like that. It seems the accident that gave him his powers (yes, the stove blowing up really was the cause of his powers) also increased the speed that his brain cells grew. So, will his intelligence get him out of this mess? Find out next chapter!
Sponge-bob Squarepants sat up in bed. He yawned.
"What time is it, Gary?" Gary pushed the alarm clock onto the bed. It said 10:15.
"Oh no! I'm late!" cried Sponge-bob. He grabbed on his square-shaped pants and ran out of his pineapple house. He sped down the street, right-- into Squidward. Squidward sighed.
"What's the rush, Sponge-bob?" he said in his nasal voice. "Fire somewhere? IT'S 10:15 AT NIGHT!" Sponge-bob looked confused.
"Isn't there a brain in that spongy head? Oh, I forgot. Of course not!" Squidward said. He ran down the street, laughing hysterically at his joke and leaving Sponge-bob still looking confused. Sponge-bob looked around. It was dark. So it *was* night! Sponge-bob walked home.
The next day, Sponge-bob woke up again. It was 7:30. He decided to go to work early. He pulled on his pants again, and walked down the street. Squidward was walking in the opposite direction, towards Sponge-bob. He was yawning and looking his tired and grumpy self. As always, Sponge-bob was oblivious to this.
"Hi Squidward!" he said cheerfully. "I had this weird dream last night. I was walking down the street, and I saw--"
"Me, by any chance?" said Squidward. "And then I wondered what you were doing out at 10:15 at night? And you looked like you were confused about who-knows-what? And I walked away?" Sponge-bob was shocked. He gasped.
"Squidward! How do you know all of this? Are you a dream expert? Or are you psychic?" said Sponge-bob.
"Maybe it wasn't a dream. Ever think of that, you stupid sponge- headed. . .sponge-headed. . .SPONGE!?" said Squidward, laughing in his face. He walked off down the street, laughing again. Sponge-bob's facial expression slowly morphed from confusion to sudden understanding.
"Maybe Squid's right! It *wasn't* a dream!" said Sponge-bob. He walked off down the street to the restaurant. (Author's Note: Can't remember the name (Krabby Patty, Krabby something?), so if you review and tell me, I'll put it in.) Mr. Krabs was standing outside, with a screwdriver in his hand. He was trying to fix a grill (or whatever they are, ovens, grills, stoves, whatever).
"Howdy, Sponge-bob," he said. "Why are ya coming in so early?"
"I don't know, Mr. Krabs! I just got up early. Can I start work?" replied Sponge-bob.
"Right when I'm done fixing this--" Suddenly the grill went up in flames and the metal bulged outward. Pieces went flying and the grill shuddered. Sponge-bob was dimly aware of a very loud noise before he was numb and everything was black.
Sponge-bob sat up. He rubbed his head. Then he saw a jellyfish. He jumped up to catch it and went flying high in the water. The jellyfish swam away, so Sponge-bob gave one kick of his legs and went shooting forward. He went shooting past the jellyfish, so he decided to give up chasing it. He landed on the ocean floor. He wondered what was going on. Why was he so strong?
He shrugged and went back to work. When he arrived, Mr. Krabs was lying on the floor groaning.
"My stove. . .my stove. . .that cost money. . .MONEY!" He caught sight of Sponge-bob. "Sponge-bob. . .Sponge-bob. . .be a good lad. . .will ya buy me another stove? It costs money, and I can't spare any. Really, I can't." Mr. Krabs closed his eyes and gave a shudder. Then, he was unmoving.
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! MR. KRABS! MR. KRABS! MR. KRABS IS DEEEEEAAAAAAD!" screamed Sponge-bob. Squidward came walking by.
"What's the matter now, Sponge-bob?" he said.
"Squidward, Squidward, Mr. Krabs is dead!" cried Sponge-bob.
"Then why's he breathing, Sponge-bob? Don't dead people normally not breathe?"
"He is! You're right! He's breathing! Oh, he's alive! MR. KRABS! YOU'RE ALIVE! YAAAAAAAY!" Mr. Krabs stood up.
"Well, what's the fuss, me laddies?" he roared. "GET TO WORK!" Sponge- bob walked into the restaurant. He saw a black fish holding someone by the shirt.
"Da money, mon! Gimme da money!" he shouted. Sponge-bob took action.
"STOOOOOOP!" he shouted. He put up a hand. Out of it flew a spatula! It hit the fish in the head and he crumpled to the floor.
"I didn't know I could do that!" he said. He made another spatula comeout of his hand, but held on to this one. He walked over to where the fish was getting up and wacked him on the head left to right, right to left, on the chin, and one final swipe to the stomach. The fish doubled over, knocked out. Everyone cheered.
On the TV, a news program was on. The news-fish was talking about a thief who was stealing things and leaving a pearl in their place. When people came close, the pearl let out farting noises. Sponge-bob had to do something!
He ran out of the door and to the police station. He asked them if they knew where he would be. They told him to go to the bank. He went there.
He saw the fish holding an octopus. He shouted at it and it let out ink. The whole room was now so dark that no one knew what was happening. Sponge-bob knew he was the only hope. He shot spatulas out of his hands at the windows. They shattered and some of the ink seeped out. There was still some ink in the water, but Sponge-bob could see a little bit. He caught sight of the fish dropping a pearl in the safe and running out of the front door.
"You won't get away from me!" shouted Sponge-bob. He ran out of the door and started flinging spatulas at the fish. He missed. He ran faster. And faster. And faster. You could barely see him. There was dust flying behind him. He caught up to the fish and ran in front of him. Then, he stopped so short that a hill of dirt piled up in front of him. He leaped high in the air and did a back flip as the fish ran under him and crashed into the hill. He plowed right through it and stopped when he got to the middle. Sponge-bob heard his muffled voice but couldn't tell what he was saying. Nor did he care. He got right to work, piling more dirt on the hole. Now the thief couldn't get back out. Sponge-bob clapped his hands together and waited. He heard sirens. A police car came driving up. A police-fish hopped out and ran toward Sponge-bob.
"Right in this hill, ma'am! I buried him!" said Sponge-bob smugly. But instead of passing by him, the police-fish pulled out a pair of handcuffs. She put them on Sponge-bob. Then she turned to a witness.
"Is this him?" she asked.
"Yup," said the fish. "That's him. He broke the windows. If it weren't for that other fish, the one with the octopus, he would've gotten away with the money! But he delayed him by inking up the whole place. Now, I wonder where he is?"
"This sponge said he buried him. He could suffocate if we don't get him out of there!" said a male police-fish. He began to dig.
"Wait!" began Sponge-bob. "You've got the wrong sponge! I didn't do it! He did! He tried to distract everyone with his octopus! He's got the money in the sack. I only broke the windows to let the ink out so I could catch him! You can't arrest me!"
"We can and we are. You have the right to remain silent, and everything you say can and will be used against you. You can have a lawyer to represent you--"
"But I didn't do it!" cried Sponge-bob. The real culprit was now completely un-dug. He was very dirty. He had heard what was going on and decided to play along. He could escape soon enough. Although getting the money back might be a problem. . .he'd figure it out later. For now, he had to work on pretending to be innocent.
"Hey!" he said. "He tried to frame me! Look at this! See? He buried that sack along with me. Now it looks like I'm guilty! I don't want to be arrested!"
"You won't be arrested, sir," aid the female police-fish. "You'll be taken in as a witness. You might need a reward for saving the money, I should think." She winked. Yes, you should think!But unfortunately, you aren't! Now I'm getting framed! Now, Sponge-bob is normally too stupid to think like that. It seems the accident that gave him his powers (yes, the stove blowing up really was the cause of his powers) also increased the speed that his brain cells grew. So, will his intelligence get him out of this mess? Find out next chapter!