SQUEE! I izza back!

cakreut12: Well, he didn't take Sam.

...Or DID HE? MUHUHERHAHAHA!

venusgal100: Heck, it's easy to forget. I did too.

Rakahn: Heck, it's okay. And you don't need to know Spongebob that well.

dArkliTe-sPirit: Hey, people have their ideas. That's what Fanfictionnet is for. And as for that...it's because this is my least favorite book of the set and I want to get it over with. It's not going to be as cool as the others. Books 5-8 will be amazing, however, to make up for it. They've been planned for about 8 months, I'm making this up as I go.

SilverSummerMoon: Thanks!

Disclaimer (who went on vacation): EM ESIARP! 1FF dehsinif tsuj I. Sluos fo Nwad fo ypoc a nwo od I. Semag FF yna ro, PSBS, NJ, POF, PD nwo ton od I.
Chapter 8: The Diver Goeth

Okay. As I said, Susan was absolutely calm as the diver lashed out at her. A smile came on her face.

All of a sudden, Danny couldn't see. His vison was replaced with a big smiley face. I'm not kidding. He cavorted around as he heard similar symptoms come from the others, along with some very cool sounding kickpunch noises.

Ten minutes later, he could see again. Everyone seemed to be staggering up-exept Susan. She was still smiling. But the diver looked absolutely beaten. His limbs stuck out at odd angles. He looked like a big, ugly, crumpled up rock thing. But he wasn't dead.

Danny's mouth fell. "What-how-"

"I guess he tripped," Susan said. "That was odd, huh?" She flashed a big smile. "Well...uh...we'd, uh...better find some place to sleep, huh? Yeah? Okay!" She dashed away.

Everyone blinked. "Uh, sure," Sam said. There was an uncomfortable silence.

"Well, we may as well follow her," Wanda, who had been unsettlingly quiet for a while, said. "It's the best we can do."

They duck-waddled on, unable to bend their legs out of shock.

There is one hotel in Bikini Bottom. It is called the Fancy Shell Supertell. It has 100 rooms, a pool, a spa, a dining area,and a monkey. It was a fairly ordinary monkey, but the fish had never seen an animal quite like it.It sat in a cage as ongoers marveled at it.

Unfortunately,the hotel was full, mostly of outta town fish who wanted to see the monkey. There was a three-month waiting list. Our group had no intention of signing it, so they stooped to knocking on people's doors, asking for room for one night.

When it was just Susan at the door, many fish agreed. But when she said, "Guys!" and all 6 of them (not counting fairies) walked up, said door was shut in their face. It want on like this for hours.

Finally, as the clock struck 10 and they were walking through Town Square, Timmy fell to the ground, asleep. They couldn't budge him, not even with magic. He was conked.

Susan looked at the ground. "Well, I guess that answers that question," she said, smiling. "We're camping on the town, peeps! Jimmy, get some blankets out of the cube thing."

"It's called an Interdimensional Hypercube," Jimmy said. "Why can't you just call it that?" He pressed a button, and out popped a few blankets and pillows. Timmy woke up, grabbed two, put them under himself, and went back to sleep.

"Okay," Danny said. He got a blanket and pillow, as did everyone else. Cosmo and Wanda poofed themselves into their fishbowl. He spread his minimal stuff out, opened his bag, got out his GameBoy, and played Final Fantasy II until he couldn't stay awake any longer.

However, one or two blankets over, Tucker was having a less than pleasant time. Y'know the dream from Chapter 2 of Book 3?

The ghost from said dream was leaning against a wall. Next to her was a deteriorated-looking poster depicting that boy. It said, "Please Help Find My Moron", with a descripton beneath. It was almost half a year old. She grabbed it and sobbed. Her tears fell on the boy's smiling face. She crumpled the paper up and threw it into the abyss. She sighed and floated away, passing fifty-seven other posters like the first, all depicting the smiling face...

Meanwhile, gasping for breath, the diver from before staggered into a room. A woman walked up to him. She looked a lot like Gwen Stefani, except her hair was quite messy, she was sans lipstick, and she was wearing a long yellowed robe instead of skimpy clothing. But she was quite pale, her hair was blonde, and her eyes-her eyes were a piercing shade of red, like a demon's. "Rise," she said.

The diver did. "M-m-my Mistress! Oh, please, pardon my appearance. She's there."

"Where?"

"In Bikini Bottom. With the Roadtrip crew."

"Rrgh! I should have gotten rid of her ages ago." She stomped over to another figure.

"Please, Mistress," it said, revealing itself to be Vlad. "She will be disposed of. I've got the special team all set to go. She and her little friends will be annihlated."

"Yes." They pulled together and kissed.

The diver blinked. "Ah, yuck."

Ooh, hehehae! -SP