Chapter 6 is here

Sandy's Underground Chamber

Spongebob's shovel pounded against the crack in the ceiling of the room. Of course, he was trying to execute his plan he mentioned earlier, but it wasn't really working that well. He needed something stronger than the shovel to breakthrough.

"Do you have it yet?" a random voice asked from below.

"Why yes," said Spongebob, sarcastically. "That's why I keep POUNDING THE CEILING AS HARD AS I CAN!!" He was a little frustrated and worn out.

"Sorry," said the same voice.

"Maybe I just got a little carried away." Spongebob kept trying to get the crack more wide at least a little bit, but it still wouldn't work. He wasn't sure why. He was sure it would work. The worst possible thing happened when he ran out of fuel.

"Spongebob!" yelled Patrick. "I thought you were going to save us!"

"I ran out of fuel Patrick!" Spongebob yelled back. "Do you not realize that?"

"I want chicken!"

Spongebob did a facepalm and sat his hard, rusty body on the ground. He gave up. He figured he'd get used to the conditions of the underground maze he was in and live here for the rest of his life.

"So," said one of the stranded people. "Are we stuck down here forever?"

Spongebob looked up at him. "I'm afraid so. Unless another hole forms in the ground and we fall through it into another room. This is getting redundant."

"Well, do you think-" Before the guy could finish his sentence, another hole dramatically appeared in the ground and they all began falling, of course.

Meanwhile, back up at Bikini Bottom, it was morning time, and Mr. Krabs was getting worried about Spongebob.

"Where is the boy?" said Mr. Krabs to Squidward. "He's five minutes late! I'm losing my money!"

"I haven't seen him," said Squidward, quite uninterested and walking back to the cash register. He immediately fell asleep.

"Argh," said Mr. Krabs, growing frustrated. "I need to do something about this!" He called Spongebob's house. There was no answer. He decided he would close down the Krusty Krab for a little bit to search for Spongebob, as much as it pained him to lose even more money.

"What are you doing Mr. Krabs?" asked Squidward.

"I'm closing down the resturant. Spongebob is missing and he must be found!"

"YES! I needed a day off."

"What are you talking about you're going to help me out."

Squidward sighed. "If you say so." He didn't want to look for Spongebob, because he could care less.

TO BE CONTINUED

I'm trying to make chapters longer the best I can