SpongeBob walked with Isabel to Sandy's tree dome. She was going to baby-sit little SpongeBetty today, just so Isabel could get in touch with her new aunt a little more. She had all ready met Sandy, but SpongeBob thought it would be good if Isabel had a strong female role model in her life, and he believed Sandy was adequate decision.

"Now, I want you to be good for Aunt Sandy. Okay?" said SpongeBob.

"SpongeBob, I don't want Aunt Sandy to baby-sit me if Earl is there" replied Isabel.

"Why?"

"Because, I'm scared of him".

They stopped in front of Sandy's door. SpongeBob turned to Isabel and put his hands on hr shoulders.

"Listen, Izzy, Earl is not a bad guy, it's all in your head, okay?"

Isabel's eyes glazed over, watching the wind blow gently over the coral.

"I guess" she whispered.

"Hey" Isabel looked over at SpongeBob as he talked, "Listen to me. I know that you will never like me the way that you loved your daddy. I'm not him. But I still want you to know, that no matter what , I will always make sure that you have everything you need. Remember that okay?"

A little gleam of happiness shone in Isabel's eyes. "Okay."

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Sandy lied on the living room couch, while Isabel sat on the rug watching "That 70s Show".

"Sandy?"

"Yeah?"

"Can I go get my Chucky doll from your room?"

"Not right now. Earl's asleep."

"I won't make any noise."

"Now come on, Iz. He only went to bed a few hours ago. Can't you wait till later?" pleaded Sandy.

"I won't make a sound. I promise I'll tiptoe."

"Well, all right. But really don't make a sound."

"I won't."

Isabel rose and ran away.

"And make sure you come right back because I'm going to make lunch soon! Okay?" Sandy shouted after her.

"Okay Sandy!" Isabel shouted back.

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Isabel entered the room as quiet as a mouse like she promised. She slowly looked around the corner to get a peek at Earl.

To her surprise, Earl was sitting up on the side of the bed. Earl looked over and creepily smiled at her. Isabel did not smile back. She stood in that one spot, bewildered to be alone with someone whom she was scared of.

A thick layer of silence surrounded them both. To end her own tension, Isabel began to address Earl: "I just came up to get my Chucky doll."

Earl motioned toward her with his hand.

"Come here for a minute first" he said.

Isabel didn't move at first, the hesitantly walked towards Earl. He picked her up at sat her on his lap, then hugged her, stroking her hair, Isabel looked on blankly, not sure how to react.

"How's it going SpongeBetty?"

"Okay."

"Having a good time?"

"Yeah."

"Good, I want you to have good time" he said.

"I am… Earl?"

"Yes?"

"Do you feel bad or something?" Isabel asked.

"No. I'm just a little bit tired."

"Then why don't you go to sleep?"

"I can't. I have too much to do." He replied.

"Earl?"

"Yes?"

"Do you like living in Bikini Bottom?" she asked.

"Yeah. I do. I love it. Don't you?"

"I guess so."

"Good. Bikini Bottom is a nice place" he said, "I hope I get to say here forever, and ever, and ever, and ever."

"Earl?"

"What?"

"You would never hurt Sandy or me, would you?"

"What do you mean? Did Sandy say that to you? That I would hurt you?"

"No Earl."

"You sure?"

"Yeah."

"I love you Isabel. You're my little neice. And I would never do anything to hurt you, never. You know that, don't you? Hm?"

"Yes."

"Good. Now take Chucky and go have some lunch."

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The next day, SpongeBob and Isabel walked down the road to the Krusty Krab.

"Now, there some things you need to know. First off, Mr. Krabs loves it when you complement what he's wearing. Okay?"

"Okay" said Isabel.

SpongeBob held the door open for Isabel. She walked in, with SpongeBob following.

"And be nice to him" SpongeBob continued, "He's kind enough to let me take you in today because you're so scared of Sandy's house."

Isabel looked around at everyone munching on Krabby Patties. Then she noticed Squidward at the cash register.

"What the- what is he doing here?"

"He works here, Izzy" SpongeBob informed.

Isabel groaned, and then Mr. Krabs walked up to them.

"Good morning SpongeBob!" he cheered.

"Good morning, Sir!" SpongeBob screamed, making everyone in the restaurant flinch. Mr. Krabs kneeled down on one knee to get eye level with Isabel.

"Well hello there pretty little lass," he said, "Are you the one that I've been hearing SpongeBob talk about day in and day out?"

"Uh, I guess so" she replied.

"My name is Mr. Krabs."

"So I've heard," she said, "Does your first name happen to be pubic?"

SpongeBob looked down in embarrassment.

"No, in fact it's Eugene" The crab said smugly.

"Oh, good" Isabel sighed of relief.

"Are you going to help your daddy make some Krabby Patties today?"

Before SpongeBob could protest about being called her dad, Isabel talked first: "What's a Krabby Patty?"

Every living soul (and dead too) in the restaurant gasped.

"Izzy? You've never had a Krabby Patty before?" SpongeBob questioned.

"No…"

Mr. Krabs stood up, "Hurry lad, get this girl and get her a Krabby Patty!"

"Aye Aye Sir!"

SpongeBob carried Isabel into the kitchen and sat her on a counter. SpongeBob rushed, trying to make a Krabby Jr. for her.

"It's really no big deal SpongeBob" Isabel calmly protested.

"Oh yes it is, you have not lived yet until you've had a Krabby Patty!"

He finished the Jr., and handed it to Isabel. She cautiously took a first bite, trying to ignore the drops of grease leaking from it.

She chewed slowly, with hums of approvement. But, it all ended when Isabel's face started to turn green.

"Izzy, are you all right?"

Isabel tried to cover her mouth, but it was no use, she threw up all over the kitchen.

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SpongeBob talked on the telephone with Sandy, while Isabel was busy throwing up in the bathroom.

"I never thought it was possible! How can anyone be allergic to Krabby Patties?" he complained.

"I don't know what to tell you SpongeBob, everyone is different" Sandy replied.

It was hard to hear Sandy with barfing and toilet flushing noises in the background.

"But it's just so weird! How does someone be allergic to something so harmless?"

"I don't know Bob, but you should take her to find out if she has more allergies.

"Yes, you're right" SpongeBob agreed.

Then, Sandy hung up suddenly. SpongeBob looked at the phone oddly, but decided not to think too much of it.

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Meanwhile, back at Sandy's tree dome, Sandy looked warily down the stairs, listening to clanging sound coming from the kitcthen. Sandy reached for a bat, standing in the corner, and then started to head down the staircase. When she stepped into the kitchen, no one was there.

Then, Earl suddenly appeared behind her. Sandy screamed and turned around with a firm grip on her bat.

"Why are you in the kitchen right now?" he asked in a gruff voice.

Sandy said nothing.

"What are you doing here?" he asked again.

"I just, ah, wanted to talk to you."

"You want to talk? Okay, let's talk. What do you want to talk about?"

Sandy started to back away. She couldn't believe she was wimping out like this. She was a black belt.

Maybe it was because this man had threatened her, put a gun to her head, told her if she didn't marry him, he would kill her and her family.

Everything he had told her before was a lie. He only married her to get a hold of her money. That's the reason why.

Sandy kept backing away, but all Earl did was get closer to her.

"I, uh, can't remember."

"You can't remember."

"Uh, no, I can't."

"Maybe it's about the Crime Gas," said Earl, "Maybe it was about that. I think we should discuss the CG. What do you think we should do about the CG darling?"

"I don't know…"

"Now, I don't think that's true. I think you have some very definite ideas about what should be done about the CG. And I'd like to know what they are."

Sandy continued to walk backwards until she was near the stairs.

"I think maybe we should terminate the experiment."

"You think maybe it should be terminated."

"Yes" she replied.

"When do you think it should be terminated?"

"As soon as possible!" Sandy shouted.

Earl mimicked her in a high-pitched voice:

"As soon as possible!"

"Earl-please"

"You believe other people's health may be at stake."

"Yes-"

"You are concerned about everyone else" said Earl.

"Yes-"

"And are you concerned about me?"

"Of course I am!"

"Of course you are" said Earl, his voice rough and gravelly. "Have you thought about my responsibilities?"

"Earl, what are you talking about?"

"Have you ever had a single moment's thought about my responsibilities? Have you ever thought for a single solitary moment about my responsibilities to my employers!? Has it ever occurred to you that I have agreed to have the Crime Gas re-done by May the first!? Does it matter to you at all? That these people have placed their complete confidence and trust in me, that I have signed a letter of agreement, a contract? In which I have accepted that responsibility!"

Sandy slowly started to walk backwards up the staircase.

"Do you have the slightest idea what a moral and ethical principal is?" Earl continued, "Do you!? Has it ever occurred to you what would happen to my future? If I were to fail to live up to my responsibilities? Has it ever occurred to you? Has it?"

Sandy effortlessly started swinging her bat. "S-Stay away from me!"

"Why?" Earl hissed.

"I just want to go back to my room."

"Why?"

Sandy slouched as she walked backwards up the stair case, Earl coming closer with every step. But she held her bat steady.

"Well, I'm very confused. I just need time to think things over" whimpered Sandy.

Earl scoffed, "You've had your whole fucking life to think things over, what good is a few minutes more going to do you now!?"

Sandy started to swing her bat again.

"Stay away from me!" she yelled.

Earl raised his hands and swiped them at her like a viscious animal.

"Please- don't hurt me."

Earl swiped his "claws" again.

"Please-"

"I'm not gonna hurt ya" Earl seethed.

"Stay away from me!"

"Sandy-"

"Don't hurt me!"

"Darling, light of my life, I'm not gonna hurt ya, you didn't let me finish my sentence."

Sandy swung her bat without aim.

"I said, I'm not gonna hurt ya, I'm just gonna bash your brains, I'm gonna bash 'em right the fuck in! Ha ha ha!"

"Don't you dare hurt me!" Sandy screamed, "Stay away from me!"

"I'm not going to hurt you."

Sandy finally arrived at the top of the stairs. Earl reached his hand out to her.

"Sandy, stop swinging the bat."

"Stay away from me!"

"Put the bat down Sandy."

"Stop it!"

"Sandy, give me the bat."

"Stay away from me!"

"Give me the bat."

"Stop, you stupid bastard!"

"Give me the fucking bat Sandy."

"Stay away from me! Stop!"

"Sandy- give me the bat. Give me the- ah!"

Sandy hit Earl's hand with the bat.

"Oh damn" he uttered.

Then, she whacked him in the side of the head as hard as she could. Earl went tumbling down the stairs.

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Sandy dragged Earl by his feet. Earl groaned in his sleep. Sandy dragged him to the pantry door. She struggled with the lock while Earl's eyes started to flutter open, then close again.

He lifted his head to see what Sandy was doing. She finally opened the door, and started to drag Earl inside.

"Hey, what are you doing?" Earl asked in between groans, "Wait a minute".

Sandy dropped Earl's feet and ran out of the pantry. Earl weakly tried to grab her ankle, but was unsuccessful.

"Where are you going?" he mumbled.

"Earl rolled over on his stomach while Sandy shut and locked the door behind her. Earl got on his knees and struggled to stand up, nearly falling over himself.

"Oh! Oh!" Earl fell to one knee, knocking a stack of boxes over.

Outside the door, Sandy locked the pantry door and stepped back.

"Wait a minute!" Earl yelled from inside. He started to bang on the door.

"Open the door, God damn it! Let me outta here! Open the damn door!"

Sandy slumped to the floor, relieved he could no longer harm her.

"Sandra, listen. Just let me outta here and I'll forget the whole damn thing. It'll be just like it never happened."

Sandy held her forehead, Earl continued in a softer voice.

"Sandy, baby. I think you hurt my head real bad. I'm dizzy. I think I need a doctor.

Sandy listened intently.

"Honey, Don't leave me in here."

Sandy rose, gaining a firmer attitude.

"I'm going to go now" she said, "I'm going to try… to call SpongeBob, and stay with him for awhile. I'll bring back a doctor."

Sandy started to walk away. Earl smiled cunningly.

"Sandy."

"I'm going to go now."

"Sandy."

"What?"

"You've got a big surprise coming to you!" Earl started to laugh, "You're not going to live much longer. I all ready installed the Crime Gas on Bikini Bottom's oxygen's processors, and this time, I added a special death ingredient. Pretty soon, there will be no one left! Why don't you got check it out! Go check it out! Check it out!" Earl screamed while laughing dementedly.

Sandy ran away, with Earl's cackles following her into the hallway.

"Go check it out! Check it out…"

*I know this is not a normal chapter, I should have more humorous things coming up. But I really want to stress the plot, so I can actually get somewhere with this.*