Spngebob is back! Enjoy more angst-fild sorow!


Spongebob sat at Sandy's table and sighed. Just then, Sandy came out of her tree. "I baked ya'll some apple pie!" She shouted. "Thanks!" Spongebob thanked her. He was glad to have her around. "So, li'l critter. How 'bout some lemonade too?" She asked. "Yeah, that would be great!" "Alright! I'll be right back. Feel free to dig into those cookies- just don't eat 'em all!" "Dah, he he he heh! Thanks." He giggled. He grabbed a cookie- it was amazing! He ate another, and then another. He drifted off into a job fantasy: As a cop.


Spongebob's imagination


"Hey Bob, we need you at 543 Shellard lane! It's a domestic disturbance. Over." A voice on deputy Spongebob's radio shouted out. "Yes sir! Over and Out." He radioed back and drove his police boat to the address. There was a male & a female Flounder. "You need to stop smoking in the house! I'll teach you!" The male yelled at the female, presumably his wife. "I SAID I'LL TEACH YA!!!" Spongebob stepped over to a cop already on the scene. "So, what's the sitch?"

"Well, we got a call from the neigbors about screamin an yellin. Apparently, this guy's been beat'n his wife. Sicko... Anyways, I got cuffs in the back of my boat. I say we arrest 'im."

"Yeah, that guy sounds like a weirdo. I'll go grab the handcuffs."
Spongebob was on his way to the other cop car when the male came outta the house, brandishing a shotgun.

"I'll teach you! All of you need a LESSON! Eh, he he he!" The phsycho yelled. He started shooting, and Spongebob was shot in the leg and spine 5 times.


"No, no, no, no no! None of these things will ever work out. *Sigh*" Sandy came out of the tree again, with lemonade. "Hey fella! Aren't we closer then 2 jackrabbits on a cold winter day with glue and putty between us?" "Ugh... Yeah, I guess so. What do you want to talk about?" Spongebob replied strangely. "Well, what's on your mind?" Sandy asked him. "Just thinkin' about a new job. Have any suggestions?" He replied. "Well sure! You could be a ranch hand!" "Hmmm..."


Spongebob's imagination


It was friday, and Spongebob was working(cleaning out cow pie, exactly.). It was 5 P.M., but he didn't know it from a clock, he knew it from where the sun was. Suddenly, a loud voice bellowed to him: "Hay! Robert! Suppers done, better git sum!" Spongebob's face lighted up: The farmers had chicken pot pie every friday, and apple pie if Spongebob had worked especially hard that week. He laid the bucket down and ran to the cottage. He only made 3$ a week, but he kept alive. Besides, the farmers made him dinner every night. Bob and Cathy were there names. Nice folk, nice folk.

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The next day, Cathy had awoken to see a field of tipped cows(I guess it's not an urban myth), and Spongebob spent the whole day un-tipping them. They were restless the rest od the day. Poor spongebob. He never got a break in this job. Suddenly, one of the cows rammed him in the nuts and he screamed!!!


"Ouch." He said. "What?" Sandy asked. "Nothing. I don't really like the sounds of being a farm hand." "Oh. Well, I'm going to town for groceries. Have a nice day, 'cause the world is your oyster!" Sandy was right- He needed to think realisticly. He went on to become a baker at a local bakery, and nothing horrible happened.

*The End*