(Thanks for reading, guys! There's only one more chapter left cry. I hope you like the ending as much as I do!)
Veronica whipped out her cell phone and dialed. "M-Mom? I-It's me. Look, I-I got into some twouble and I'm at Lisa Atwood's house." She spat out Lisa's name as if it were it disease. Then, silence. "No, I did not bwing dat d cheesecake for the Mrs.! Dis is more impowtant! Just please come get me alweady, for the sake of Camp Lazlo!" Veronica sobbed. Lisa stared at her with pain in her eyes. What's happening to me? I'm becoming heartless, like…Lisa watched as Veronica ran out the door and into her mother's car. Like Veronica is and Kristi used to be.
"So, Hillenburg-may I call you Hillenburg?" Carole asked. The pair was still in Max's office, waiting for Murray to come back. Hillenburg chuckled to himself. "Actually, I'd prefer it if you called me 'Supreme Bikini Bottom Overlord'," he replied. "I don't think so. Hillenburg, other than working with those losers over at Nickelodeon, what do you do in your spare time?" "Well, I like taking bathes, watching my show, and writing new episodes of Rocko's Modern Life, even though they'll never be animated." He rambled on and on and on and on and on, like I tend to do. While he rambled, Carole quietly slipped out the door, the cuffs and the key to them in her hand. "Sucker!" she whispered as she went down the hall.
Carole unlocked her horse, Starlight's, stall. She mounted and the two quickly trotted back home, to Carole's. Hillenburg, who had just finished rambling, looked towards Carole's seat. "That little-!" he screamed. He grabbed his walkie-talkie. "Heffer, this is Sponge Bob. The eagle has left; I repeat Heffer, the eagle has left!" he screamed. Murray's voice came out from the other end. "Will you stop calling me Heffer?! WHY THE H DID YOU LET THE D GIRL GO, YOU MORON?!" Hillenburg whimpered and replied, "I didn't mean 'ta!" " 'I didn't mean to!' WELL YOU KNOW WHAT? YOU NEVER MEAN TO, D!" He continued cursing, but Hillenburg shut off the walkie-talkie. He ran out of the room to find Carole. I'm not a baby, Joe. Why aren't we pals like we used to be?
Murray slammed down his walkie-talkie onto the table. He sipped his Moolatte furiously. "'Ey, Mac," the bartender (so to speak), Mr. Lawrence (MUAHAHAHA!), said as Murray was drinking. "Doug, you know my name is Joe. Why do you always call me Mac? It's so d annoying!" Mr. Lawrence gasped. "Whoa, Joe! Bad language, man!" The pair laughed and Mr. Lawrence sat down across form Murray. "How's Stephen doing? You two still good pals?" he asked. Murray grunted and replied, "Well, Steve and I have been diminishing our tolerances for each other lately." "Umm…so, you two are getting along?" Murray slapped his head. "No, Doug. We aren't." He hastily finished his beloved coffee and paid. The officer and creator ran out of Starbucks as if he were drunk. Well, maybe he was. You can never tell with that guy; he's just too crazy. I would know, I watch Rocko and Camp Lazlo (sometimes for the latter). Only a crazy person could make those shows.