Spongebob Squarepants
"Why am I laying on the ground?" Spongebob said to himself. He sat up. Patrick was laying beside him.
"Patrick? Are you ok?" Patrick sat up and put a hand to his head.
"Ouch," he said. "I have a splitting headache!" Squidward bounced over and stopped in front of them.
"Guys guys guys what happened? One minute I was eating candy then there was a big flash then I was on the ground then I stood up and now I'm here talking to you!" he rattled off.
"Stop your blabbering, fool!" Patrick said. "I couldn't understand a word you just said!" Squidward began bouncing up and down again.
"Oh well I'm late for work anyways bye!" He skipped away, in the direction of the Krusty Krab. Spongebob rolled his eyes.
"He's so annoying," he said.
"I agree, good friend," Patrick said. He stood up all the way and adjusted his glasses, then fixed his tie. Spongebob stood up too.
"Speaking of which," he said. "I'm late for work too. Good-bye!" He walked in the direction of his boat mobile. He climbed in and started it, then drove away. On the way to work he passed the Krusty Krab, where Squidward was helping Mr. Krabs hand out money to the children. What a charitable man, Spongebob thought. He gives away money even though the Krusty Krab is doing so poorly. The Chum Bucket, on the other hand... Spongebob glanced at the restraunt on the other side of the road. People were lined up all the way to the road, waiting for a table, or even a place on the floor if they had to. Spongebob continued his drive to his job.
A few minutes later he arrived at Che Fin, the fanciest, most expensive restraunt in Bikini Bottom.
"Good afternoon, Mr. Squarepants!" one of the waiters said. "Lovely day, isn't it?"
"Indeed it is," Spongebob said, walking towards his office. Official Owner, the sign on his door read. He walked in and shut it. He turned on his huge stereo, and classical music filled the room.
"Ah, peace and quiet!" Spongebob said, settling back into his comfy chair.
Meanwhile, Patrick was on the way to his job. He also had his own boat mobile, one of the older models. He liked the classics.
He pulled into the parking lot of BBU, or Bikini Bottom University. He grabbed his briefcase and went inside, walking into the science classroom near the front entrance. He set the briefcase down on his desk. He began writing some equations on the board, preparing for his afternoon classes. The students filed in about half an hour later.
"Good afternoon, class," Patrick said to the bored-looking students.
"Good afternoon, Professor Star," the few attentive students returned. Patrick continued with today's lesson.
About an hour into the class, a spitball hit the blackboard. Patrick whipped around and caught a boy laughing.
"Nice shot, Mr. Trout," he said to the student. "But you miscalculated. The water current is currently moving at three miles per hour, meaning it would carry something as light as a spitball slightly to the right. Next time, if you wish to hit me, aim to the left." The boy stared at him.
"Soo...I'm not in trouble?"
"Well, now that you mention it," Patrick said casually. "Would you kindly go to the principal's office?" The boy groaned and walked out the door. Patrick smiled and continued teaching.
"Ahoy, Mr. Squidward!" Mr. Krabs said, strolling out of his office toward the register.
"Hi, Mr. Krabs!" Squidward said cheerfully. "Great day to be at work, huh?"
"Aye. Would you like a raise, Mr. Squidward?" Mr. Krabs pulled a wad of cash out of his pocket and held it out. Squidward shook his head.
"No thanks, sir. I'd gladly work for free; I just love this job so much!" Squidward began bouncing up and down. "I'm gonna go make myself a Krabby Patty. Would you like one, Mr. Krabs?"
"Aye, thank you very much! You're the best fry cook in the sea!" Squidward walked into the kitchen and began making the patties, humming to himself.
