Author's note: This is kind of an epilogue, leading into the sequel. I'm sorry the story is so short. I'm not cut out for novellas, lol.
A little while later, after everything in Bikini Bottom had calmed back down, Spongebob went to the Treedome to see Sandy.
"Hey, Sandy. I heard about Plankton. Are you okay?"
"Yeah, I'm fine."
"If you're fine, then why haven't you come out of your house?"
"Spongebob..."
"Okay, but... there's something going on at the Fancy restaraunt tonight. I was hoping you'd be there. It's at 6."
"Spongebob, that's in an hour."
"Then you'd better hurry to get ready," he said and left.
Sandy looked at her reflection in the mirror. It was true--- she hadn't left the treedome for weeks. She'd been feeling ill for the past week, but she hadn't thought anything of it. "Maybe it'll do me some good to get out of the house." She dressed up in her prettiest dress, and her fanciest shoes, and combed and styled her hair in the prettiest way she knew how. She put on her air helmet and walked out. She walked down the main road until she reached the glass bottle with a ship inside it, with the word "Fancy" on the top. She stopped short and sighed. "Well, here goes!" She opened the door.
"SURPRISE!" All of Sandy's Bikini Bottom friends yelled to her as she walked in. She couldn't decide whether to laugh or to cry.
"Thanks, guys. I really needed this after Sheldon and I broke up." Out of nowhere, Pearl took her by the hand and led her to the dance floor, where her true love was waiting to take her hand.