Spongebob was standing at the corner of Pearl Street and Clam Avenue. Someone was supposed to meet him there, and he didn't know who. He hoped it would be Sandy or Pearl, coming to take him on a picnic. As he pondered over who it could be, a masked crab rushed by and stole Spongebob's wallet.
" Help! Help! Police! A masked guy just stole my wallet! Help! Someone! I have three dollars in there!"
Sadly, no one cane to aid the poor yellow sponge. He was left there, alone, and there was nothing he could do, except…..go after the thief himself! Yes. That was what he would do. Okay. As he ran home to get his detective gear, he ran into Patrick.
" Hey Spongebob, what are you doing?" Spongebob then told Patrick the tale of the masked crab, the stolen wallet, and the football game he watched last night. When the sponge saw that Pat was about to cry, he asked Patrick to help him solve the stolen wallet case.
" Sure, I'll help you," said Patrick. " Actually, I was hoping you would ask because I just got this new detective set. It's really neat, and the guy said it was the best set there." With this, Patrick pulled out a paper magnifying glass, a stupid plaid hat, and a pink duffel bag.
It occurred to Spongebob that his friend had been ripped off, but he decided not to say anything. After all, Patrick was very sensitive, and hearing this could tear the poor starfish to pieces. So, instead of telling Pat the truth, Spongebob told Pat how nice his new gear was.
" Okay Patrick, let's go find the thief who stole my wallet," said Spongebob. The two then set out on a journey that would change their lives.