Author's Note: I'm sorry it took me so long to update. I had a REALLY bad case of writer's block. Thanks for reviewing! NOTE: The assassin in Spongebob's house is NOT Flats. It's another fish, but I'm not telling who just yet…

Disclaimer: I don't own anything except the plot.

WoRdLiFeCeNa4: I'm glad you like this chapter so much. I won't tell you if you're right or wrong, but thanks for guessing who the boss is. I'm going to call Flats 'Flats' for now on. The reason why I did that in the beginning was to make the audience put the pieces together and find out who 'He' is. However, it got really obvious near the end…oh well ;). I honestly have no idea how long I am going to make this story. I will most likely write all of the stories I have talked about unless I get major writer's block on one of them. If any new ideas come to me, I will probably include them in the next Reader's Hint. Thanks for reviewing!

venusgal100: I know! Gary is so cute! However, I made him die in Return Address: None, so I couldn't really bring him back to life. However, I think I'm going to be putting some of Harry into this story. Thanks for reviewing!

flaming-1251: I don't really know why I introduced the story the way I did. I'm glad you thought it was touching. I'm not going to tell you if you're right, but so far EVERYONE has guessed Squidward. Lol. I'm glad you like the first chappie! Thanks for reviewing!

A. Nonymous: I can't really compare Canada to the states because I have never really been to the states before. I follow basic routine, really. I go to school, take violin lessons…the usual stuff. The only thing that really ticks me off is the states got the Spongebob 4th season before we did. We're getting ours in the fall…. I'm glad you have confidence in my plot twists. I'm not sure if Rick will make an appearance again. I doubt it, but if I find a way to squeeze him in, I'll try. Wow! You live in Alaska? My grandmother just took a vacation there. She brought me back this neat t-shirt that changes colours… Thanks for reviewing!

Bladequeen2000: I'm glad you like it so far. Thanks for reviewing!

AMX: This story is going to get suspenseful. Thanks for reviewing!

Experimental Fairimental: I noticed that you had never reviewed for the first Return Address None. If you had not read it, then I highly recommend you do that before you keep reading this one. If you go into my profile you should be able to find it along with all of my other published works. You might understand this story better if you read the other one first.

Chapter 2: Assassination

Spongebob sat down on his bed, exhausted. He had spent the entire day jellyfishing with Patrick. In the excitement, he had forgotten about the mess in his room. He came home, late at night to find he still needed to clean. Now he had finished cleaning, and it was almost midnight. He rose from the bed and decided that he should get ready for sleep. After washing up and making sure Harry was safely by his bedside, Spongebob turned off the lights and climbed into bed. He was daydreaming about winning the employee of the month award for the 325th time in a row, when he heard Harry making an odd sound. Spongebob sleepily rubbed his eyes and looked down at Harry who was growling.

"What is it, Harry?" asked Spongebob, peevishly.

"Meeeeow mew mow. (I heard an odd noise outside)," repliedHarry.

"It was probably just a scallop, go to sleep," said Spongebob, grumpily.

"Meow, mew, ow meow. (No, really, I think there is something odd outside),"

"It's all in your head, go to sleep."

Harry then heard a series of odd rattling noises coming from the living room.

"Meow! Mow mew eeow mow! (Spongebob! I think someone is breaking an entry!)"

"How many times do I need to tell you, Harry? It's all in your head! Go to sleep!" Spongebob laid back down and turned over, mumbling angrily to himself. Harry gave Spongebob a nasty look, and decided to explore the strange noises by himself. He slithered across the room and down the stairs. He peered carefully around the corner to see if anything out of the ordinary was there. He was shocked to see a huge silhouette of what looked like a man holding a sack.

"MEOW! MEW MOW! (AHHHHH! IT'S A BURGLER!)" Harry ran (or slithered quickly) back up the stairs and into Spongebob's bed. "MEOW mee wow! Mew meow mow! (Spongebob! Wake up! There's a burglar in the house!)"

"What?" asked Spongebob. "There are no burglars!"

"Meow wow! Mee-wow ow! (But there is! I just saw one in the living room!)"

Spongebob crawled out of bed and took out a flashlight from the closet. "You better be right about this…" said Spongebob, still cranky that he was being kept awake. The two walked (or in Harry's case, slithered) down the stairs. Harry led Spongebob to the living room. However, when Spongebob shone his flashlight towards the place where the strange shape had been, there was nothing there.

"See, Harry?" Spongebob said. "There's nothing here. Now please go to sleep!"

"Meow, mow mew… (But I was sure there was something here…)"

Spongebob ignored Harry and walked back to his bed. Harry, however, stayed. He was positive he saw something out of the ordinary. He stayed there for minutes, however, nothing appeared. Maybe it was his imagination… Harry slithered back upstairs and went to sleep.

"Curses," thought the assassin. He was standing outside the kid's house. "That stupid snail had to come and give me away. Now I know why Flats had killed the other one. I can't go in there again. I might be caught. What will I tell the boss? I don't want to stoop to Flats's level. Still… I don't want to get caught… I guess I'll have to go back."

The next day Spongebob raised early, forgetting most of the details of the past night. However, Harry did not forget, so he was on his guard. However, Spongebob thought he was being silly. 'No one is going to attack us' as he constantly reminded his companion. However, Harry wasn't comforted. He knew what had happened to his replacement. However, it appeared that Harry's snail senses were wrong. Spongebob was kept in perfect well-being all day. However, it was precisely his well-being that was causing all of the problems for others.

"I am very disappointed in you," said the boss to the assassin with the knife. He had just returned and informed the boss of his failure. "I thought you were better than Flats and the others, but I guess I made a mistake. I've been making a lot of mistakes lately…"

"No, sir, it wasn't you, I just couldn't handle it," replied the assassin. He didn't know why he was making himself take the blame. Maybe it was because the boss was talking in a tone that sounded of a father disappointed with his favourite son…

"I know you can't handle it! Why do you think I want to talk with you?" High stress and anger were starting to show themselves through the boss. The assassin didn't blame him. He always seemed unusually calm… "I have finally found a way how you barnacle heads can get a hold on... the kid."

"Yes? Are you sure?" asked the assassin with interest.

"Of course I'm sure!" replied the boss. "Now listen carefully. This is important…" The boss explained his complicated plan to the assassin. It took several minutes.

"That's a very good plan, sir," complimented the assassin.

"The best part is that I'm going to make you the head of the operation."

The assassin was overcome with honour. "Thank you, sir…" stuttered the assassin. If he wasn't very manly, he would have blushed.

"You're welcome. Now go and round up the others. Tell them the plan. You should leave headquarters at around eleven o'clock p.m." The assassin turned, ready to leave, when the boss held him back. "And…"

"Yes, sir?"

"Don't hurt the kid too bad. I have personal matters I want to settle with him."

The assassin paused, considering what the boss just said. Realization then dawned on him. Could the boss be……but no, it was silly. He shouldn't think about such things. The assassin then closed the door, ready to do his dirty work.