Hi! Wierd news! This is (or pretty close to) the 1ST anniversary of the day I first posted The Wilson Incident at the (long gone) Going Ghost boards! I also posted up till the first chapter of Urtrip 3 there. The board mysteriously vanished the day after I posted that chapter.

Oh, and for this chapter, Bold is a translation of Gary's meows.

venusgal100: Don't worry Timmy, it's only...uh...the TV.

cakreut12: I know! That's exactly why it's there! And the new DP was good. It was on on Sunday if you missed it. And the person meant 'moron' in the nice way, like when you're talking about Cosmo, he's cute because he's a moron. And because he's cute in general.

SilverSummerMoon: I know. ICK!

Chapter 9: The Divers Cometh

The pineapple under the sea

that night

Spongebob opened the door to his house shakily. He sank into a chair by the door. His snail, Gary, slitered over to him.

"Meow," he said. Ah, late again. I desire my dinner.

"Not now, Gary," Spongebob said. "I have things to think about tonight."

"Meow." Oh, not again, you'll be up all night. Just tell them to me, I can ponder them for you.

"Okay..." Spongebob said, trying to think, "What happened today? I skipped merrily to work, got to work, flipped patties- oh, those patties!" A Krabby-Patty tiled background appeared behind him. "And then these land heunins came in, started yelling at each other...they closed the Krusty Krab for the day...I was moping in the park...the land heunins wanted us to give em a tour...we did...they left to go see the sunset...I walked home...I heard screaming...and then I fell into this chair and thought about things. First, I thought about skipping merrily to work-"

"Meow." Be quiet, you! Now, let me think.

"Err, okay," Spongebob said. "I'll think too." They sat in silence for three minutes.

"Meow!" OH! I know some things to ponder!

"What?"

"Meow meow." Perhaps, how did they get here? How can they breathe underwater, unlike Sandy? What was all the screaming about? And while you're doing that, I'll go to bed. Gary slithered away.

"Thanks, Gary! You can watch TV for an extra hour tomorrow! But use it wisely!" Spongebob closed his eyes and thought.

And thought.

And thought.

And thought.

And slept.

that morning

Danny woke up suddenly. He didn't know what woke him up-at first. As his vison focused, he could see gigantic flash bulbs overhead.

"Good, he's awake, he's awake!" A voice said. A fish popped out of the sea of flashes. "Mr. Land Heunin, can you tell us about your heroic battle with the diver?" Voices saying 'yes, details!'and the like followed it.

"Oh, shut up!" Danny said. He slipped out of the crowd (with the help of ghost powers) and ducked behind a building. Someone tapped him on the shoulder. He screamed.

"Be quiet!" Susan's voice said. "Do you wanna attract the paparatzzi?" Danny whirled around to see everyone else in the Roadtrip crew behind him.

"No, of course not!" Danny said. "I was...surprised, is all. So...rude awakening, huh?"

Timmy nodded. "Yeah."

"Mm, it was. But I's got good news," Susan said. "We're leaving Bikini Bottom today."

"Phew," Tucker said. "I don't think I could stand this place any longer."

"Neither can I," Danny said. "It'll be nice to get on to...uhh...wherever we're going. Where are we going anyway?"

Susan blinked. "Uhh...I don't know." She smiled. "But we really should get out of here, y'know..."

"Why?"

Her face went oddly slack, and her eyes widened. "Danger," she said in a hushed voice.

"Eh?"

"DANGER!" She screamed. She turned around and pointed.

In that instant, Danny's ghost sense went off. "Oh, crap..." he thought. He turned around-

The diver had come back.

And this time, he brought some friends.

About 50 friends, to be exact.

Together, they were all about 100 times the size of the town. Danny's mouth crashed to the seafloor, as did the entire town's. A trace of a scream escaped from Sam.

Cosmo, of course, didn't know fear. "Hiii, divers!" he said, waving. "Have you met my friends?"

The divers said nothing. One of them reached a building-sized hand into their pocket, pulling out a wierd ray gun. He fired it at Susan...

Excuse the sketchiness, I just want to get this book over with, which will hopefully happen in the next chapter. Fill in the details with your imagination.

Bye! -SP