Spongebob was disgusted by the thought of being a plumber. It would definetely turn him into pure white trash.


Spongebob's imagination


He was a bartender. A man with red sunglasses walked up to the bar. "A martini please; shaken, not stirred." He said. "Are you James Bond?!" Spongebob asked the man exitedly. "No... I am..." Spongebob waited eagerly for the man to finish his sentance. "Harry Fickleson, F.B.I." He finally said.

"What are you here for?"

"I have heard rumors that you don't have a permit. And, you deal drugs."

"I would never do that!"
Let's have a look in the back then." They walked into the back room. There was at least 60 pot plants in plastic bags in the room. Spongebob gasped.

"And I really don't see a permit!" The man put him in handcuffs and took Spongebob away. On the way out, he heard someone grumbling "Damn cop. Found my weed!"


He didn't like that either. It was too dangerous. He kept thinking:


Spongebob's imagination


There was a desk in the room, covered in blueprints, doodles, and letters. He was imagining himself as an architect. Spongebob was sitting at the desk, smoking, like, 10 ciggarettes. He was stressed about the new building project; It was a mansion. However, it needed to be done in less than 8 months. He hardly had enough money for supplies and workers! He had bankrupted himself. "RING!!!" He ansered the phone.

"Yyyyello?"

"Bobby! We need you to stwart thyat byuilding! If it iysyn't done in eight mwonths, my fami'y won't have an'where to live!" A woman witha Boston accent yelled at him.
"Listen, I-"

"Now, you lyisten to me! Moi husban's comin ova there if you don't stwart soon! Gwot it?!" The women said and hung up on him. Spongebob sighed.


"No, not that..." Spongebob said to himself and sighed. "Maybe... A movie star...?"


Spongebob's imagination


He was just sitting in his house, when all of a sudden he noticed the paperazzi! "He's looking at us! Snap a picture and run Fred!" They pointed there cameras at him and ran off like punks. "FUKAS!!!" Spongebob yelled after them. Being a movie star wasn't as great as most people thought. He was constantly harrased by the papperazzi, and he hardly had free time! The next day, at the shooting for his new movie...

He was playing Superman, tights and all. Suddenly, one of the prop buildings fell onto him! "AAAAAAAAAAAAGGHHH!!!" He screamed. The producer called 911, but it was too late when ambulances arrived.

He had died. :_(


That was the worst job yet... Oh well.