To The disclaimer(Or the person reading this!): I do not own Spongebob SquarePants.. You can't copy my story.. unless you work for Spongebob Squarepants and you would make my story on TV, then thats another story! I think you'd accually like it if you read it all :P, its not alot to read.

It was another day in the Krusty Krab. Or should I say, night, tonight, Spongebob and Squidward are working late. Spongebob was flipping patties, while Squidward was reading the latest issue of "Reading For Squids Digest", he was flipping through the pages.

"Heh.. Front page.. Flying Dutchman has magical powers, hah! The flying dutchman doesn't exist!", squidward continued to flip through the pages. "Ah hah! Another dance volcabulary crossword puzzle, my favorite.." Squidward took out a pencil and began to fill in the blanks.

"Squidward.."

"Hmph.. That ones obviously demi-plié!", Squidward continues to write.

"Sqquuiiidwarrdd.."

"Ah! terre-à-terre, too easy"

Spongebob moves closer to squidwards ear. Then whispers.. "Squidward?"

"WHHHHAATTT!!!" Squidward gets face to face, direct eye contact with Spongebob.

"Um, I was wondering, why is there only krabby patties in the menu? I mean, double patty supreme, midnight patty, why not

something.. new?" Spongebob asked, with wide eyes, while twirling his fingers and looking up at the ceiling.

"Its what we do for the rest of our lives until we DIE, SO GET USSEEEDD TOOO ITTTT....", Squidward said with buldging eyes.

"Yea but Squidward, look, I invented this great thing, and it tastes SOO good!" Spongebob held up a plastic container with vegitables, Grilled Chicken, with Bacon and ranch.

"Hey, that looks like the Grilled Chicken Bacon Ranch Salad from Mcdonalds" Squidward took off the sticker saying peel and see if you win. Oh darnit, didnt win.

"And what are you doing at the cash register!! Remember that legal note saying you could only stay more than 10 feet away from me?" Squidward held up a paper.

"Um.. I.. think so." Spongebob replied.

"Well it still works, now get back to work! Please!" Squidward stared strait into spongebob's eyes.

"Well.." Spongebob was about to go through the kitchen door, when he turned his back. "Well, your not Mr. Krabs! You can't tell me what to do! Plus, it wont take a STUPID PAPER TO BOSS ME AROUND!!" Spongebob covered his mouth in shock. I cant believe i just said that..

"Wha.. You wouldn't last a day in my body, do you know how hard it is to be me? NO YOU DON'T!"

"Well," Spongebob didn't want to scream, but a rage of fire was burning within him..

Spongebob blew out the fire that was comming out of his ear.

"You cant last a day in my body neither! You dont know what i go through each day!" Spongebob just couldn't stop himself from blurting out these words.

"OH YEA?" Squidward got closer to spongebob.

"YEAH!"

"OH YEA?!"

"YEAH!!"

Spongebob and squidwards noses almost touched, until Mr. Krabs entered the room.

"Boys, Boys, Boys!" Mr. Krabs budged into the conversation. "This is no way to be behaving!"

"Your right Mr. Krabs.. I'm sorry." Spongebob went back into the kitchen door, sad... and misunderstood.

"Alright.." Mr. Krabs looked at squidward. "Get back to work Mr. Squidward!"

----At Home..----

That night, Spongebob couldn't sleep, next door, Squidward couldn't sleep neither. Their arguements were still buzzing around in their ears.

"What does Squidward think my life is? Its not just fun and games!" Spongebob thought.

"What does Spongebob think my life is? Its not just sitting in the cash register, and getting payed!" Squidward thought.

"What does he think I am?! If only he knew how hard my life really is!!" Spongebob and Squidward said, both at the same time.

They both eventually fell asleep, unaware of what a mistake they made.