"What happens now?" Wailed Spongebob, staring at the charred remains of the Krusty Krab... and his friends,
It was a scheme by Mr. Krabs that started it all. He wanted a flamethrower used to cook the patties, said it saved money. It was okay the first week or so, then Spongebob came down with the suds.
Patrick filled in for him, and, well, does anymore really need to be said?
-One Week Later-
-In a broken-down looking pineapple-
Sat Spongebob.
Look closely, and you see he's not in his usual outfit...
Listen closely, and you may hear the sorry mutters: "I will wake up, soon.", "This isn't really happening", "Yeah, any second Mr. Krabs will call and tell me I'm late for work... any second now."
-From the shadows we hear:-
"...Spongebob..."
Leaping to his feet Spongbob whispers into the depths "Who's there?"
"...Spongebob..."
Giggleing nervously Spongebob says "That you Sandy? Mrs. Puff? The Flying Dutchman?"
From the darkness comes one drawn out, frightful (to Spongebob) word: "NOOOOO."
-As Spongebob looks on in fear, a small figure steps into the light-
Terror getting a solid steel vase-like grip on him, Spongebob whimpers "No, it can't be... I know I dreamed it, I must've..."
"It's true" evilly announces the object of Sponebobs' horror.
"Spongebob... I am your Employer!" Plankton maniacally yells.