Hi theres! Still in a writing mood!

Operation A.M.B.E.R, my other story, will be coming to a close soon. That leaves me with a big decison-what story should I do next? So I'm going to let you choose!To decide, go to my forum under 'Fanstuffs-My Stuff'or website under 'Cast Your Vote'(link is in my profile) and vote! You must register to vote at the forum, but a vote at the forum counts as two votes at the website. Okay, this is a useless ploy to get members for the board. But I still need help deciding! For the elimination round, there will be three catergories at the website and two at the forum. The first to get ten (or five, in the forum's case) votes goes on to the LIGHTNING ROUND, where the final one is chosen.

These stories will not be voted on as they require another story in order to be understandable. The story they need is listed in parenthesis.

Clones 2, Titan Reborn (Clones!), A Girlless World (Urtrip), Far From Azarath (Urtrip), The Line Between Them (Sadie Hawkins), Not-So-Secret Origin (Urtrip), Urtrip 1/2 (Urtrip).

You can also choose 'none', which means I'll wait until more of Urtrip is finshed to start another story. Good? Good. That's all.

Rainstorm Amaya: Thanks, both for the good review and for joining the new board! So...when are Em and Rose coming?

fubkis-wraph: For the anagram, you could just type it into an unscrambling engine. They're all over the Internet. And as for the friends thing...I guess so.

Velvet Panther: I checked it. Pretty cool. And like I said, just do an unscrambling engine. Hint: Her full name includes her middle name.

cakreut12: Okay!

WaterSakura: No. Help is a hologram. Susan is a living, breathing, independently functioning human being. Nice try though.
Oh- and hi, Mr.Irony! -shakes hand- How are ya today?

Purple Ghost Sausage: Yep, I know!

Chapter 6: Fun in Short Pants

Bilini Bottom Streets
noon

Spongebob walked dejectedly down Bikini bottom's main street. Due to the outburst, policemen had closed the Krusty Krab for the day. With 8 hours left in the workday, Spongebob was heartbroken. He sat down on a bench by the local ice cream shop, knowing that any minute Patrick would walk by.

He did. Carrying about six double-scoops, he sat down by Spongebob, nearly tipping the bench over.

"Hi, Spongebob," Patrick said, licking one of the ice cream cones. "How's it going?"

"Oh, hi Patrick," Spongebob said, looking at the ground. "It's...not going too good."

"Why not?"

"They closed the Krusty Krab early today. All because of a few- oh, what did Sandy say they were- land heunins- were shouting about something! Why would they do that to the world?" He sighed feelinglessly.

"What?" Patrick dropped two of his cones. "Why would they do that?"

"I guess land heunins have no respect for anything," Spongebob said through gritted buckteeth. "The next time I see one, he's going to get a good screaming at!" He jumped up on the bench, shaking his fist. "You hear me? A GOOD SCREAMING AT!"

Just as he said this, Susan ran by. "Come on!" She said. "Last one to Goo Lagoon is a rotten sea urchin egg!" But before she could go another step, Spongebob stopped her.

"Pardon me, ma'am, but I believe we have a problem," Spongebob said.

"Oh?" Susan said. By now, the others had caught up.

"Yes," Spongebob said. Then he began screeching. "WHY DID YOU EVEN THINK OF CLOSING THE KRUSTY KRAB? YOU AND YOUR FRIENDS HAVE CUT OF THE PEOPLE'S PATTY SUPPLY AND CUT MY WORK HOURS!"

"Wait," Susan said. "I don't know what you're-"

"YOUR LITTLE UPROAR MAY HAVE RUINED TODAY, BUT TRUST ME, LAND HEUNIN-"

"Land what?"

"YOU WON'T BE HERE TOMORROW!"

"Of course not, Spongebob," Susan said. "We're leaving tomorrow."

"OF COURSE YOU'RE- wait, how do you know my name?"

"I've studied this city. You're pretty much a living landmark."

Spongebob had a sudden vision of a stone version of himself dancing on a pedestal. "Oh, really?"

"Yeah. My friends and I are just visiting for a few days. Could you show us around?"

"Okay..." Spongebob was still a little unsure about the 'land heunins' and their odd ways. "Where are they?"

"Oh guys!" As she said this, Timmy tripped over a rock, setting off a chain reaction. Cosmo tripped over Timmy, Wanda tripped over Cosmo, Tucker tripped over Wanda, Jimmy tripped over Tuck, and so on and so forth. Sam was the last one to trip. She flew through the air and landed on Susan.

"Uh..." she said, blushing, "Taa daa!" She jumped up.

"Terrific," Susan said. "Now get off me."

"Oh, sorry." Sam stumbled off Susan's limp form and helped the others up. "So...who are these...uh...things?"

"Oh, allow us to introduce ourselves," Spongebob said. "I'm Spongebob Squarepants-"

"I wonder why he's called that," Cosmo said.

"And this is my best friend, Patrick Star."

"Hi," Patrick said absentmindedly.

"Hello there!" Cosmo said, flying over. "I'm Cosmo! Hey, is that ice cream?" He poofed up some for himself and began licking it.

"Uh, yeah!" Patrick said. He kept licking his.

"Your friend here wanted us to show you around," Spongebob said. "I guess we could..." He flashed them his famous bucktoothed smile. "Okay!"

"And here's the movie theater. We watch stuff here."

"Coool."

Spongebob's idea of 'showing around' went a bit like this- he pointed out every building he saw, even other people's houses. He also pointed out people, all the way down to a family of neematoads barely as big as an eyebrow.

It wasn't like the 'land heunins' weren't having no fun, oh no sir. They were fascinated with all the stuff. Timmy wanted to touch the neematoads, but they tried to eat his finger, so that idea got scrapped pretty quickly. Tucker was amazed at how the residents were able to break the laws of physics, such as lighting fires underwater. When he asked how it was done, however, Spongebob only said, "Sorry, priveleged information."

Cosmo learned a few new words. Wanda slapped him on the back of the head.Danny watched as Patrick and Spongebob annoyed the other residents. Sam laughed as they were annoyed.

Everything was going fine for everyone. For the first time in about a week, they felt comfortable. Careless. As though the horrorble incidents of mere yesterday were nothing but a very, very clear dream.Clear, yet unreal. The only reminder was Sam's arm, still in bandages from the burns. But it seemed almost too easy to forget they were there. They were happy.

Too happy to realize that danger was in their midst once again.

Around mid-afternoon, a loud, angry BEEP! blasted from Susan's GameComp. She opened it, minimized the search program (still searching) and opened a new one. She gasped. No. They hadn't. They hadn't. She needed to warn the others!

Then she saw the fun they were having.Their bliss, their relief. Well...maybe I'll wait until sundown, she thought. They havent had much fun during Operation Roadtrip. They desrve some. Oh, scrap that, they really deserve some.It's their privlege. She smiled and leaned back against a building. Their treat.

Meanwhile, as Danny was laughing his head off as somebody slapped Spongebob with their purse, a small wisp of blue gas escaped his mouth. He gasped and slapped his hand over his mouth. No. Not here. Not now.

It was a false alarm. He was safe.

At least he hoped it was.

Ooh, how's that for mysterious? -SP