Spongebob and Kiki stood at the altar. Kiki was wearing a puffy fluffy white dress that Spongebob's Mom had picked out for her. Spongebob's one sprig of hair was slicked back and he was wearing a handsome, hot, sexy- looking tuxedo. Patrick was the best man, of course. "You may now kiss the bride," the priest guy announced.

His first kiss with his wife. Spongebob was hyperventilating. But anyway, he listened to the priest guy. He drew his hot new wife closer and planted a deep kiss on Kiki's lips. The crowd cheered as loud as a blender dancing the can-can on a Tuesday afternoon in May. But someone in the crowd wasn't cheering.

Sandy Cheeks the squirrel sobbed loudly. She'd never kissed Spongebob like that. In fact, she'd never kissed Spongebob in her whole entire life. She always wanted to marry Spongebob, and oddly enough she had planned to ask him that very night. Sandy blubbered. Spongebob and Kiki went up to Sandy. "Hi Sandy. I'm Kiki. Spongebob's told me all about you. You sound like a great friend. I plan on having a lot of fun with you," she said while shaking Sandy's paw. Sandy let out a wail of pain and sorrow while shedding another flood of tears. (How tears appear in water still baffles me) Spongebob grinned. "I'm so glad you're so happy for me, Sandy." "Stupid idiot. I want to marry you! I'm not happy for you God dang it!," Sandy thought.