Sad Gary

Once again, Gary slithered around the pineapple. He was still amazed at the size and what was in the strange rooms. One room was a mini-art museum, another a workout room, and one filled with nothing but a humungous entertainment center that took up the majority of the room. Of course, there were many other things, too. Gary pushed open a door and went into another room. Inside there was a huge canopy bed, the curtains and the wood a shiny gold. One wall was covered in a giant portrait of Spongebob, posing beside a pile of money. The carpet was snow white, as were the walls. The window was trimmed in gold, and the dresser, calender, lamp, desk, and other furniture were also gold. I guess this is Spongebob's room, Gary thought. He looked around for his familiar newspaper, but it wasn't there. Suddenly the door opened the rest of the way. It was Spongebob, in a maroon robe with an intricate S on the pocket.

"Gary, what are you doing in my room?" Spongebob said impatiently. "Go to your own room!"

"Meow?"

"Of course you have your own room! You know that! Now go!"

"Meow!"

"Yes, you do know where it is!" Spongebob let out an exasperated sigh. "Hilda!" he yelled, but then flinched.

"I forgot, she went home. I guess I'll have to do it myself." Spongebob began to walk towards Gary. Gary started to purr, awaiting his owner's petting. But Spongebob didn't pet the snail, he picked him up and took him down a million halls.

"Ick, ew, snail slime," Spongebob muttered the whole time. Gary's eyes drooped sadly. Finally they arrived at another room filled with miniatures, just like the bathroom Gary had seen. It was identical to Spongebob's room, even down to the portrait of Spongebob. The only difference was that Gary's things were plain wood, not gold. Spongebob sat Gary beside the mini bed.

"There, now go sleep, or whatever you snails do at night," Spongebob said, walking out and closing the door. Gary picked up a rubber ball with a fancy G on it, squeaked it once, then let it fall from his mouth to the floor. He sadly slithered onto his bed and closed his eyes. He mewed once, then fell asleep, hoping things would be back to normal in the morning.