Ze next day...
Spongebob was awoken once again by his loud foghorn alarm clock. It was around the volume of a motorcycle, but he was always oblivious to it, being so upbeat all the time. He clicked it off and happily changed into his squarepants and began to walk to the bathroom to brush his teeth. Then something at the window caught his eye.
He flew over to it to see the ground covered in around a foot and a half of snow, the little flakes still falling. His eyes widened and he gasped. "Gary, it's snowing!" He cried out excitedly.
He quickly rushed down the stairs and turned on the t.v. to the news channel, looking for the school closings. Every Tuesday he skipped work in the morning to go to boating school. He always anticipated snow days.
"And due to the amount of snow and ice covering the roads, there will be no school for any district in Bikini Bottom, including all driving districts and otherwise." Perch Perkins said from the t.v., as he stood in the middle of downtown Bikini Bottom, adorned with a heavy coat and scarf as the wind blew by.
"Ya-HOO!" Spongebob cried out joyfully, excited for a day of playing in the snow. Winter was his second-favorite season, and he always anticipated the first day of snow.
He rushed back upstairs to put on his red and white snow hat and coat, mittens, and boots. When he was all ready, he ran back down to turn on his tea kettle for tea and hot chocolate later. He was about to go out the door to greet Patrick, when all of a sudden, the phone next to his t.v. rang.
He picked it up in a flash. "Hello?"
"Howdy, Spongebob!"
"Oh, hiya Sandy!" Spongebob greeted, happy to hear her voice.
"So, are y'all ready to go snowboardin' on Sand Mountain?" She had her shell shaped board under her arm in her tree dome.
"Oh, that sounds like fun, Sandy-"
Suddenly his door fell down with a boom, and Patrick, wearing just his Hawaiian shorts, stood, arms filled with snowballs. He laughed maniacally as he started to raise his hand to throw one at the distracted sponge.
Seeing this, Spongebob rushed to finish the conversation. "But I'm kinda already busy with, Patrick today!" He was about to hang up.
"But we always go snowboardin' on the first day of-"
Patrick threw one at Spongebob's side and he shrieked as he dodged it at the perfect time. "'stomorrow?Soundsgreat,bye!" He said in a quick pace before slamming it down on the receiver and jumping to avoid another snowball.
Patrick continued to throw square-shaped, triangle-shaped, and even DNA-shaped snowballs at Spongebob, all missing because of his quick reflexes. The two were laughing loudly as they ran throughout Spongebob's house, and eventually they raced out into their front yards.
Spongebob quickly formed some snowballs himself and threw them forcefully, all of which Patrick managed to dodge, despite being an easy target. He finally threw one large one at the star that managed to graze by his leg. Spongebob laughed. "Are you a fool, Pink Menace? You cannot defeat the awesome power of-" He was cut off by a snowball that slammed him in the face causing him to fall into the snow.
Patrick fell in a heap of laughter. "Who's the fool now, Spongeboob?" He shouted, laughing even harder.
Wiping the snow from his face, Spongebob grimaced at that nickname. He quickly formed a large cannon and loaded it up with huge snowballs. Patrick hadn't even noticed that he had gotten up, still guffawing on the ground. Spongebob lit the fuse that for some reason worked underwater, and with a boom, a snowball flew out and walloped Patrick. He was buried in it.
Spongebob jumped from the cannon and stood in front of it defiantly. "Still you, Patrick!" He called giggling. He forgot that the cannon was still firing snowballs, and he was hit with one from the back. He screamed as he was flung into the mound of snow Patrick was trapped under. The force blew them both farther away.
Opening his eyes he saw that he was right on top of Patrick's belly, and the two began to laugh like maniacs as they fell over into the snow.
Squidward, who was inside lighting a fire due to the drop of heat in his house, grumbled in annoyance and walked upstairs and stuck his head out of the window to see the display that was going on. He groaned at the sight of the snow, as he absolutely despised shoveling. But he focused on the matter at hand. "Spongebob! Patrick! What are you two nincompoops doing THIS time?" He demanded.
Spongebob noticed his friend from the window and grinned. "Hi, Squidward! We're having a snowball fight!" He called.
"I'm winning!" Patrick added, smiling widely.
"Oh that's wonderful.. Do you think you could possibly tone it down a little?" He said, rubbing his temples.
"I can't help it, I was born naturally loud!" Patrick informed him.
"More like born naturally an imbecile..." Squidward muttered to himself and he chuckled at his own "brilliant" joke.
"Wanna join us?" Spongebob offered, the two of them coming to stand directly below his window.
Squidward scoffed. "After last time? You left me all alone out there!" He said, glaring at the memory.
"I came and found you." Spongebob pointed out, as Patrick had been oblivious to the whole thing after he left Spongebob's that day.
"Yeah, after seven hours..." He muttered again.
"C'mon, Squid! There's nothing wrong with three best friends just throwing snowballs at each other on a cold winter day!" He put his arm around Patrick and giggled.
"You'll never know how wrong that statement sounded, Spongebob." Squidward said.
"Well, if you change your mind, we'll be out here!" Spongebob called, about to turn away.
Patrick tapped his arm lightly and whispered something to him and the two began to giggle mischievously.
Squidward looked on in question, but realized it was better not to ask. "Whatever." He said, returning downstairs to sit in front of the fire, dreading the shoveling he would have to do.
He then heard a knock at the door, followed by some quiet giggling. He sighed and got up. He spoke as he opened the door. "Spongebob, I already told you I-" He was suddenly hit in the face with a snowball.
"ATTACK!" Patrick shouted at the top of his lungs.
"Wha?" Before he could say anything, the two began to throw the icy stuff at him at a fast pace, completely burying him in a pile of snow. He tried to see what was going on, but the snow blurred his vision. The two friends huffed loudly as they bombarded him with snowballs. Finally they ran out and fell on the floor in a heap of giggles.
Squidward popped his head out of the four foot mound he was buried in and gasped for water. He looked around in a panic, traumatized by what had just happened. His eyes caught Spongebob and Patrick and he glared furiously. "Spongebob... Patrick..." He said through gritted teeth.
Patrick heard this and his eyes widened. "He's back up!" He yelled, and he raced for outside.
"Huh?" Spongebob didn't react as fast and before he knew it, he was held tight in the squid's grip. He smiled sheepishly. "Heheh...hehee..." He laughed nervously, trying not to look him in the eye as he was held.
"If you so much as come near me with a single snowball..." The squid threatened. "I will personally throw you straight into the Bikini Bottom abyss!"
"Y-yes... Squidward..." He said, nervously.
"Now, get out of my house." Squidward set him down and pointed towards the door.
He was about to before he noticed his present from before on the mantle above his fireplace. "Hey, is that my present?" He said, pointing to it.
Squidward sighed. "Yeah."
"You haven't opened it yet?"
"No, I haven't."
"Can you-"
"Later." He finished his sentence for him and picked him up and placed him outside and shut the door.
"Ok, Squidward! Let me know what you think of it!" He called to him through the door.
Spongebob slipped on his special fuzzy socks and rubbed his hands together as he lit the fire near his t.v. He gave Patrick a blanket before he went to the kitchen to pour them both some hot chocolate. He added four marshmallows and a cinnamon stick as a special touch. He carried them to the couch where Patrick sat and handed him one. He then turned on the t.v. to "The New Adventures of Mermaidman and Barnacleboy" and sat down next to him.
"Ooh! Ooh!" Patrick jumped in his seat a little bit. "Is this the episode where Barnacleboy joins the E.V.I.L. force with the Dirty Bubble and Man Ray?"
Spongebob sighed but smiled. "Patrick, I've already told you, that wasn't an episode. That actually happened.."
"Yeah, right, Spongebob... Only in your fantasy world..." He laughed at this, thinking he was the smarter one in this situation.
And he always got the same response every time he told him. "So who were you talking to this morning?" His friend asked.
"Sandy. Before you attacked me with snowballs."
"Oh. Why?"
"She asked me to go snowboarding, but I told her we had plans." He took a sip of his hot chocolate.
Patrick gasped suddenly and hit Spongebob in the back, causing him to spit out what was in his mouth onto the sand. He glared. "Now look what you made me do, Patrick!" He complained, going to the kitchen to look for something to wipe it with.
Patrick grabbed him to stop him. "Do you know what you've done, Spongebob?" He demanded, eyes wide.
"Made my carpet dirty for one." He said, glaring, annoyed.
"No!" He cried. "Don't you know this, Spongebob? If a girl calls to make plans you ALWAYS have to say yes!"
"But we were busy..." Spongebob said, confused at what he was getting at. "Having a snowball fight.."
"That doesn't matter to them!" Patrick said, referring to females. "I would know, since that's how I lost..." His eyes welled up and he sobbed. "MINDY!" He hung his head over.
Spongebob solemnly patted his head sympathetically. He recalled the day after they had returned the crown to King Neptune, and how Mindy had completely rejected Patrick after he had forgotten about her. He hadn't meant to, but his brain was around the size of a kiwi, and only about 1/4 of it could retain memory. At least that's what Squidward had told them one day.
"But...what does this have to do with me and Sandy?" Spongebob wondered.
Patrick lifted his head and dried his tears, quickly remembering what they were just talking about. "Oh, oh yeah..." His eyes widened and he grabbed Spongebob by the shoulders. "You've got to call her, Spongebob! Or else she'll leave you forever!" He fell back down on the ground in a fit of sobs.
Spongebob looked concerned. He certainly didn't want Sandy to hate him. He hadn't meant to hang up on her. He had an excuse, didn't he?
Patrick grabbed his leg from the floor dramatically. "Go, Spongebob! Go now!" He cried and fell back down crying.
Spongebob, now extremely worried, rushed to the phone by the t.v. and quickly dialed Sandy's number. He rocked on his heels and paced around the room as the phone buzzed. "C'mon... C'mon... Pick up!"
"Hello?" He finally heard Sandy's voice.
"Oh my gosh, Sandy, thank Neptune!" Spongebob cried. "I'm so, so sorry about hanging up on you this morning, it was completely by accident! See, Patrick came up from behind me and started throwing snowballs at me, and we kinda got caught up in it, and I was going to call you...just PLEASE don't hate me!" He began to breathe heavily as the pressure lay down on him.
Sandy blinked on the other end, trying to register what had just happened. "Um...ok... You don't have to be sorry, Spongebob. You were busy..."
"Oh, so you're not...mad?" He asked, coming to his senses.
Sandy laughed. "No! Honestly, where do y'all get these crazy idears?"
"Um...Patrick..." He muttered truthfully. "So, um, this weekend... Want to go snowboarding?"
"Shee-oot! I'd love to!" She sounded beyond ecstatic. "Whichevr' day you can is fine with me!"
Spongebob smiled, and he caught an approving smile and thumbs up from Patrick across the room. "Yep, I'll call ya."
"Sounds great! See ya then, Spongebob!" She said. "Bye!"
Spongebob grinned as he put down the phone. "Patrick, you were right! She doesn't hate me!"
Patrick got up off the floor and put his hands on his hips. "When am I NOT right?" He said, sly smile on his face.
Spongebob smiled back at his friend, and then thought about his last comment. Visions of past ideas that Patrick had come up with went through his mind. The outcomes of each not being particularly good ones.
"Am I right?" He patted him on the back.
"Uhm..."