"Oh Patrick, thank you for letting me stay with you tonight," said SpongeBob. "I
can't imagine anyone who would do this to me."
"I know, someone out there must really hate you," said Patrick. "I mean they
killed Gary and Sandy who's next?"
He thought a little, and then continued.
"It's gotta be someone who you are always with, someone who you know very well…
the only people I can think of would be Squidward, Mr. Krabs, and who else… who
else…Me!" yelled Patrick!
"Oh my gosh, Patrick you're right!" SpongeBob said, feeling a little betrayed
that one of his best friends could be the murderer of his pet and one of his
dearest friends.
Suddenly, the phone rang.
"Hello, Star residence, SpongeBob speaking," he answered.
"I've been watching you," said a horse, cold voice that SpongeBob had never
heard before. You still haven't figured out the first clue, have you?"
"W-w-who are you, what do you want from me?" inquired SpongeBob
"Your worst nightmare. Now, if you still haven't figured it out, I'm gonna be a
little generous with you. Now listen closely- your first clue is on the thing
you loved the most."
Beep. The owner of the mysterious voice had hung up the line.
"SpongeBob, who was that?" asked Patrick."
"Him, it was the killer!" yelled SpongeBob.
"What killer?"
"I'm gonna call the police," said SpongeBob.
10 minutes later, the police arrived.
"Now tell me, did anyone call after the killer?" asked the chief of police.
"Nobody called," said SpongeBob, who stared shaking.
"Then we'll trace the call. Just calm down!" yelled the policeman at the
hyperventilating sponge.
He made a few calls, looking furious when he hung up.
"Damn, it came from a pay phone! Now we're back at square one," cursed the
policeman.
He said they'd work on it and come here tomorrow. But SpongeBob wasn't
there. A note was.
I'm moving now. I'll leave all my stuff I can't hold on to all the memories.
-SpongeBob
"Good-bye Bikini Bottom, forever!" sighed SpongeBob sadly.