Gone 2

[ukulady]

A sequal to the episode "Gone" I guarentee that this will be better than WBWP.

Gone two



Chapter 1: Missing?

A sunny morning in Bikini Bottom. Every citizen in this town was busy doing the exact same thing. Packing. Packing up to leave the town for "National No Spongebob
Day" That one day of the year where the people of Bikini Bottom leaves the yellow porous sponge we all know and love. Spongebob Squarepants. It was that day
precisely and while a certain Bikini Bottomite was packing, a doleful octopus by the name of Squidward was packing, and he noticed something. "Hmmm...strange..."
Squidward mumbled to himself. "No noise. No horn alarm, no high pitched giggling...in fact no sign if Spongebob whatsoever..." He did not let his guard down though.
He was very sure that any second Spongebob would come bursting in at any given moment. Every three seconds or so Squidward stopped to listen and look around for his little yellow headache, as he would call him. Squidward was at his front door, suitcase in tentacle, and still no Spongebob. Squidward took no chances. Before he left, he looked through the windows of Spongebob's pineapple house. No lights. No TV on. Nothing...Nothing but pure silence.
Squidward scratched his head in curiosity, but did not care after that. He then left the neighborhood and went to a bus stop where about the entire population of
Bikini Bottom was there waiting to leave. "Squidward! Where ya been lad? You're usually the first one here." said Mr. Krabs. A money-loving crustacean, owner and
founder of the Krusty Krab, home of the Krabby Patty. Mr. Krabs was also Spongebob and Squidward's boss. "I normally would've been here already if Spongebob was
there to wake me up with that blasted alarm. But he isn't" said Squidward. "How's that?" Krabs asked almost confused. "I said...Spongebob is no where to be seen."
said Squidward. "Hopefully he'll stay that way..."
"Ah...I'm sure the boy's around here jellyfishin' or something." said Mr. Krabs with barely any worry. "Whatever..." Squidward said in is ‘I don't care tone.' Soon a fellow by the name of Patrick Star came to the scene. Patrick was Spongebob's very best friend but even he was attending the ‘No Spongebob' festivities. "Hi Squidward!!" he said in a very loud voice which almost permanently damaged his eardrums. "Patrick!!" Squidward yelled. "You almost permanently damaged my eardrums." (Hey I just said that...what gives!? lol) "Sometimes I think you're about 30 times more annoying than Spongebob. Speaking of that, have you seen him?" "Yes..." Patrick said but then went silent. "Patrick..." Squidward said. "What?" "Where is Spongebob?" the octopus asked. "I don't know?" the slow starfish replied. "But you said you saw him!" "Well duh I've seen him." Pat said. "He's my best friend...I see him about everyday..." "I meant TODAY YOU BARNICLE-HEAD!!" Squidward shouted which caused everyone else to become silent. "Nope not today..." Patrick said. "Why?" “Because he is MISSING!!" Squidward shouted. Everybody heard this (who couldn't? XD) "Ummm..." Squidward said laughing nervously because everyone's attention was on him. "Wait a sec..." said a random fish in the crowd. "Spongebob Squarepants is missing? As in disappeared...vanished...basically gone?" "Uh...yeah..." Squidward said with his arms crossed. "Then apparently we got packed up for nothing..." said a female fish. "At least we don't have to deal with Squarepants in our hometown." said Squidward. Soon he looked up. "He's not here to bug us..." Squidward began to laugh almost maniacally. "He's gone!! YES!!WHOO-HOO!!" Squidward was running off into the hills by now. Then everyone looked at each other and smiled. Soon, they were cheering because Spongebob was not there to bother them any more. When the crowd was acting like maniacs, as if they were at a huge party. Unaware to the crowd, a strange pair of eyes from a mysterious red fish dressed in a black coat and hat was watching them from behind a rock...

[usamerican]

Great start ukulady! Your beginning is already better than the beginning of WBWP and I am confident that it will be better the entire episode when you're done with it. You can stop here and this beginning would be better than the entire episode of "Gone".


You are an outstanding narrator who provides vivid descriptions. I can easily imagine the actual scenes and movement in my mind.

[ukulady]

Chapter 2: Enter....Red


“LET’S PARTY!!!” That was the shout of a random fish. About every Bikini Bottomite was at the Krusty Krab to celebrate the first “National No Spongebob Day At Home.” Techno music was booming, lights shone everywhere, and people were dancing around like maniacs. Not even caring that Spongebob wasn’t there. “This is the best day of my life!” shouted Squidward. “Ah…Squidward…” Mr. Krabs said with a chuckle. “You might as well enjoy it while ya can. I assure you the boy will be back tomorrow.” “I wouldn’t count on it Krabby.” Everyone in the restaurant went white. The light in the room became dim. “Did you forget to pay the electric bill again Mr. Krabs?” Squidward said. “Quiet baldy…” the voice said.
That voice. It was dark, cold, gruff, and somewhat menacing. The crowd looked too the doorway to find the fish dressed in black. He slowly walked in. His boots pounding the wood floor causing vibrations with every step. Random fish folk whispered among themselves. The stranger heard them and looked at them with a frightening look through his black sunglasses. The whisperers became white with fear. He kept walking, looking around the restaurant. He stopped and leaned against the wall by the cash register. “And uh…” Mr. Krabs began. “how do you by chance know that Mr.….” The fish raised his fin silencing him, “They call me, Red.” ”Ah.” said Mr. Krabs. “How do you know that by chance, Red?” “Why do they call you Red anyway?” asked Squidward. Red held up his fin. “Red scales.” he said. “Anything else is none of your business.” “Like I care.” said Squidward. “I doubt that Spongebob would come back .” said Red. “Why would he anyway?” “What do you mean?” Squidward asked. “I thought you didn’t care.” Red said mockingly. “Well as far as I’m concerned the boy needs us.” said Mr. Krabs. “I mean without us, Spongebob’s life would be empty.” “Is that so?” Red asked. “Then why, may I ask, are you all doing what you're doing?” “What are we doing?” asked Patrick. “You're little holiday.” Red said. “It’s National No Spongebob Day.” said a random male fish. “Exactly.” said Red. “And who in their right mind would do something like that?”
“Well, Spongebob always gives us a hard time with our lives, and we needed a break from all that.” said Sandy. Red scowled. “Hard time eh?” “Well duh,” said Squidward. “Spongebob is the bane of my existence.” “Oh really?” Red said. He growled. “I’ve noticed a chain of events here.” Red began. “You people are more mean to Spongebob than he is annoying to you.” “That‘s not true.” said Mr. Krabs. “Oh yes it is.” said Red. “Name one time that has happened.” said Patrick. “Very well.” said Red. “Just give me an example of how Spongebob irritated you in any way.” Red crossed his fins.
“How about the time with the rocket.” Sandy said. “He stuffed us all into sacks like potatoes!” Everyone muttered in agreement. “That was another person's fault.” Red said. He pointed to Patrick. “That chubby sea star woke him up in the middle of the night and they got carried away playing with the rocket.” Sandy’s eyes widened and she glared at Patrick.
Patrick grinned sheepishly. “Anyone else have anything to say?” Red said. “I’ll go next.” said Squidward. “I’ve got plenty of examples.” “Bring it on big-nose.” said Red. Squidward growled. “Well for one thing, he's constantly annoying me with stupid boat horn alarm!” “And your clarinet playing isn’t scallops chirping in the meadow.” Red pointed out. Squidward snarled. Red chuckled. “Got anything else?” he asked Squidward. “He's completely immature!” Squidward said. “He frolics in fields catching jellyfish like a child when he should be an adult!” “I can recall when you, yes you convinced Spongebob to be normal.” said Red. “And your point is?” Squidward asked. “Don't you remember how it turned out?” Red asked. “I remember!” Mr. Krabs shouted. “That change in the boy cost me a lot of money.” Red crossed his fins feeling like he had proved his point. “Well, I have had nothing to do with Spongebob’s foul-ups.” said Mr. Krabs. “Wrong.” Red said. “Remember when you printed those newspaper stories?” “What now?” Mr. Krabs said feeling caught off guard. “You forced Spongebob to print untruthful stories of everyone in Bikini Bottom.” Red said. “And no matter how many times he told you to stop you wouldn’t listen.” Mr. Krabs was incredulous. “How do you know this?” he asked. “Yeah how do you know this?” Squidward asked. “I’ve never even seen you around here.” said Sandy. “That’s easy.” said Red. “Spongebob talked to me when he was feeling down and he told me everything.” “You have?” Sandy asked. “That’s right sister.” said Red. “He even mentioned that everyone even took advantage of him when he found a way to fly. And you made fun of him for attempting to do that in the first place.” “Where did we do that?” Patrick asked. “Remember those magic pants he had?” Red said. “I mean, come on. You don’t need blow-up pants to scratch your stomach or clean your garage and rub someone’s scalp.” Red stated to become angry. “And when he was blown out of the sky, you showed no care for him. Just the pants.” he said.
“Don't you see? He was your friend. He cared about you.” Red said. “And how do you repay him? You treat him like dirt, and come up with a holiday where you act like he doesn't even exist!” “Well if you ask me,” Squidward began. “We’d all be better off if Spongebob didn’t exist.” Sandy gasped. Red snarled. “I highly doubt that.” said Red. “Spongebob has the biggest heart in the ocean. Sure he’s a bit unusual but nobody’s perfect, everybody makes mistakes.” Red chuckled. “You people will soon realize that you need him more than you think.” he said. The others looked at him like he was crazy. “It’s true.” Red added. “Yeah right!” Squidward said. “I'll never regret what I said.” “Trust me.” said Red. “You will. You all will.”
Squidward huffed. Sandy was deep in thought. “Where is Spongebob?” Sandy asked. “How do we know that you didn’t run him out of town?” Sandy was suspicious. Red smiled. “What makes you think that missy?” he said. “What did you tell him when he came to you?” Sandy asked. “We don’t have time for these pointless questions!” Squidward shouted. “If you’re here to just spoil the fun, then I suggest that you’d leave.” “Fine.” He said. “But I suggest you all think about what I said... before it's too late.” He left the Krusty Krab. “Too late for what?” Patrick asked. “He does have a point.” said Mr. Krabs. “Who’s gonna make me patties if me fry cook is gone?” “You could hire another fry cook.” suggested a fish in the crowd.
“No one can cook patties like Spongebob.” Krabs said. “Your original fry cook Jim was better.” said Squidward. “But he’s retired.” Mr. Krabs pointed out. “I’ll cook for ya.” said a random male teen. Mr. Krabs sighed. “Ok, you're hired.” he said.
Sandy left before the others could see her. She felt low.
Meanwhile behind the restaurant,
Red kicked a soda can into a nearby dumpster. He smirked. He reached into his pocket and pulled out what appeared to be a cellular phone. He dialed a number. A couple rings later, a female voice answered. “Hello?” The voice said. “Zipporah, this is Big Fish calling.” said Red. “Zipporah to Big Fish,” the female voice said in a whisper. “How goes it?”
“Excellent.” Red replied. “I think I've got them rattled.” “So far so good then.” the female voice responded. “Next is that you need to lay low for a while. Let what you told them sink in first.” “Gotcha.” Red said. “And let me know what goes on for the next few days.” the voice added. “You got it." Red said. “Big Fish out.” “Good luck buddy.” said the voice. “We’ll talk about the rest of the plan later.“ Red nodded and hung up his phone. Red began walking down the street, taking one last look at the restaurant. He smiled. “You all are in for a huge surprise.” he said. Red chuckled and kept walking until he was gone.

[usamerican]

Wow... that was a very well researched and well-written chapter! This is definitely better than WBWP and the ending of Chapter 2 will definitely get me to read Chapter 3.

[ukulady]

Well I hope you're not the only one reading this on here....I'm glad you like it though

[Erin]

I read it,it's seem REALLY good. Keep up the good work!

[ukulady]

Chapter 3: Patrick

It has now been a couple of days since Red paid a visit to the Krusty Krab. No one has seen him since that day.
Patrick was snoring loudly, sleeping on his chair underneath his rock. Drops of drool escaped his mouth. He soon began to twitch, as though he were having a nightmare. He had visions of Spongebob playing many of the various activities that they enjoy. Jellyfishing, blowing bubbles, playing board games, and so on. But with each activity, Patrick saw Spongebob fade away. “No.” he mumbled. “Spongebob where are you? Come back.” He couldn't stop Spongebob from fading away. When there was no sign of his best friend left, Patrick kept hearing a voice. Spongebob’s voice. A tear came to his eye as he slept. “Why, Patrick?” Spongebob’s voice eerily echoed through Patrick’s dream. “Spongebob?” said Patrick.
He sat bolt upright, tears streaming down his face. “What, where am I!?” Patrick shouted. He looked around and saw only his room of sand in his rock. “Whew.” he said. “Just a bad dream.” Patrick wiped the tears and sweat from his face.
He decided to get a drink to calm himself down. He reached for a cup in his cabinet of sand. He reached into his fridge and poured himself a glass of lemonade. “Ah,” said Patrick. “nothing like a glass of lemonade to help you relax after a super scary nightmare.” He leaned back in his chair, trying to relax. As Patrick tried took his glass for a sip of his drink, he felt a wave of guilt wash over him. He remembered what Red had said to them. (Wow Patrick remembered something) Patrick sighed. He looked at his glass of lemonade in his hand. Then before his eyes, the ice cubes in the cup began to become more spherical. “Huh?” Patrick said to himself. A face began to form in his glass. A familiar face. A disappointed face. “Spongebob?” Patrick asked. “Some friend you are.” the face seemed to say in Spongebob’s voice. Patrick began to hyperventilate. “My lemonade!’ He cried. “Spongebob turned into my lemonade!” “You abandoned me Patrick.” Spongebob’s voice said. “But…but I-” Patrick stuttered. “How could you Patrick?” the Spongebob vision said. “You’re my best friend.” Patrick began to tear up. He held the glass of lemonade close to him and hugged it tight. It broke within three seconds. “Spongebob!” Patrick cried out. He began to bawl loudly. “Spongebob, I'm sorry!” he cried. Patrick stopped for a moment he licked the remaining lemonade off of his face. “Tasty.” he said. Despite this, he still felt guilt welling up in his being. “I need to get out of the house.” said Patrick.

He lifted up his rock dome and left, deciding to take a walk. He went down the street, passing various shops and houses, including the now closed Krusty Krab. It was a Sunday after all.
He kept thinking about the vision he saw. He felt even more guilty as the words he heard sunk in. A Jellyfish buzzed by. “Oooooh.” Patrick said, staring at the jellyfish and giggling like a child. Out of nowhere Patrick pulled a net from his Bermuda trunks and ran after the little critter. “Come back.” He said. He tried to catch the jelly, but tripped over a pebble and fell flat on his face. Patrick manage to get himself back up. He was greeted by another vision. The jellyfish's bell had been replaced by Spongebob's head. Patrick somewhat smiled. The Spongebob jelly bell did the traditional Spongebob laugh. Patrick laughed along. He felt slightly better. But then the vision of his friend vanished and the Jellyfish buzzed away.
“Wait!” Patrick called. “Come back!” He ran after the Jellyfish but then he tripped on another pebble. “Not again!” Patrick said, his voice muffled by the sand. He lifted himself up and sighed. “I didn’t think I’d miss Spongebob this much.” he said. Patrick sat down on a nearby park bench, and began to cry again. “What am I going to do?” he asked to himself. Patrick wasn’t alone. In the nearby alleyway, a figure stood, watching Patrick's every move. It was none other than Red. As he watched the sad sea star, he heaved a heavy sigh. It was like he felt compassionate toward the fellow.
But he remembered that he needed to lay low. Red watched him for a few seconds longer, feeling sorry for him. He said a silent prayer for the guy, asking God to look after him, before silently moving off.

(Not the best chapter, but eh...Sandy is next )

[usamerican]

I don't want to sound like a broken record, but once again this is a really well written chapter. It is amazing that you wrote something that good in a short period of time. Gah....I dislike Patrick!!!! I would definitely read Chapter 4 even if Sandy wasn't in it, but since Sandy is in Chapter 4 I look forward to reading it.

[howsimplylovely]

It's sounding really good, Ukalady!
I'm excited for the Sandy part. HEHE!
I like your portrayal of Patrick. He's still stupid but he has his smart moments, like the original Patrick had. I'm curious about this Red guy. hmmmm....

[ukulady]

If anyone has any ideas for future chapters I'd like to hear them ^^

[lazyazlance]

;D Awsome Job!!!^^ Very well written

[ukulady]

Note that some things may change and some things might not.
Like the Sandy chapter might not come next, but it will come soon. I might need some help. Any ideas or improvements I could make?

[ukulady]

Chapter 4: Mr. Krabs
Mr. Krabs performed his nightly ritual of closing down the Krusty Krab and counting his profit from the day. “Let’s see.” he said looking over his profit. Mr. Krabs smiled as he studied the balance. “Ah, nothing like the smell of money.“ he said. Krabs frowned when he looked at the balance. “Oh drat, I'm short for the day.” he said. “Let me look it over again.” But now matter how many times he counted the money, it always came up short. “Drat.” Krabs said. “I think I need to launch more aggressive advertising.” Mr. Krabs began to brainstorm ideas to make up for the loss. “Hmm, what can I do?” he said to himself. “And why would the profits come up short?” He kept thinking. “It’s impossible that the profits are down.” Mr. Krabs said. “There’s nothing that could cause this. Especially since those Kelp Shakes were banned.” He threw the balance statement down and huffed with disgust. Krabs sighed and sat at his desk. He brainstormed ideas on how his profits could be down. He thought about his employees pay. “Hmm, I could slash their wages in half.” He said. As he brainstormed, Mr. Krabs began to feel droopiness in his eyes. “Oy, I'm tired all of a sudden.” He said. Krabs yawned and decided to go home. He left and locked up his restaurant. Within an hour Krabs was asleep at his home in his bed. His sleep was disturbed, however, by a dream.
He was standing in an empty, black room, or at least what appeared to be a room. He couldn't discern any floor or ceiling. Everything was pitch black. Soon the black area became the Krusty Krab. Mr. Krabs found himself sitting at the cash register. “What's going on here?” he wondered. “Order up!” said a rather cheerful voice from behind him. “Huh?” Krabs said. He saw none other than his loyal and faithful employee, Spongebob come from the kitchen and served some Krabby Patties to the customers. He then saw Squidward mopping the floors of the restaurant. “What’s going on?” Krabs asked himself. He then heard the “ka-ching!” of the register. He looked down at the money within. He smiled, as always he did when he saw the green stuff. As he looked, however, he noticed that the change began to grow dim. “Huh?” Krabs exclaimed. He watched with horror as the coins disappeared. Before his eyes, more of the money began to disappear. “Oh no!” he shouted. “Me money!” Soon, all of the money had disappeared. "What's going on!?" He cried. "Oh, my beautiful money!" “Mr. Krabs!” Spongebob cried out. Krabs turned to Spongebob. He saw that his employee too, was fading away. "Spongebob, what's happening' to ye!?" he cried. Spongebob watched as his body began to vanish. He looked up at Mr. Krabs with mournful eyes, and waved goodbye, just as he finished vanishing. Squidward, who had been watching, burst out with joy when Spongebob had vanished. "Woo-hoo! No more Spongebob driving me nuts! Woo-hoo!" He began to dance around in circles. The room began to spin as he did so. Mr. Krabs soon became dizzy. “I told you.” said an echoing dark voice. Mr. Krabs somehow recognized it. “Red?” he asked. “Didn't I tell you?” Red said. “I did. And like the greedy idiot that you are, you didn't listen. Typical invertebrate.” Mr. Krabs screamed and was soon awakened when his body had rolled off of his bed and hit the floor.
“Oof!” he said as he hit the ground. “What a horrible nightmare.” Mr. Krabs saw that it was morning. He looked at the clock. Seven o'clock, just before he had to be in to open up shop. Mr. Krabs showered, brushed his teeth, ate a quick breakfast and then got into his boat to drive to the Krusty Krab. He pulled into the restaurant and leapt out, eager to start the day and get his mind off of the events of last night. He pulled the keys out of his pocket and twirled them around his claw.
During the hours of the day, things at the Krusty Krab seemed to be doing quite well. Mr. Krabs was in his office, relaxing. He was looking over some of the past ledgers, looking for any anomalies. “Let’s see…” he said to himself. He examined each ledger meticulously. Mr. Krabs didn’t find anything out of the ordinary.
"It seems nothing is wrong." He said. "Then why am I short?” He then heard a voice that didn’t sound too happy.
“Mr. Krabs!” Squidward shouted. Krabs burst out of his office and ran to the cash register. “What is it Squidward?” he asked. “Look at this guy!” Squidward said. “He is the laziest fry cook I’ve ever seen!” “What!?” Krabs exclaimed. The cook was loafing around, flipping burgers with the speed of dripping molasses. Mr. Krabs growled and went into the kitchen. The new fry cook didn’t even see him or hear him. He was listening to music.
"Oy, you!" Mr. Krabs roared. The fry cook turned to see Mr. Krabs at the kitchen entrance. He took off his headphones. “Listen you!” Mr. Krabs bellowed. “The name is Chet.” said the fry cook. “I don't care what your name is.” Mr. Krabs said. “Just pick up the pace!” “Dude, what is your problem?” Chet asked. “My problem is you are a slowpoke!" Krabs shouted. "Now get back to work!" Chet sighed. “All right.” he said “All right.” Chet set out an order on the serving window for Squidward to take. Mr. Krabs scurried out of the kitchen. “Note to self.” he said. “Never again hire a high school student.” As he walked, Mr. Krabs glanced at a customer who was about to take a bite of a Krabby Patty. “Enjoying your meal?” he asked. The customer took a bite.
“I’ll take that as a yes.” said Mr. Krabs. The customer then, stopped chewing his meal. He had a look of illness on his face. Krabs became worried. The customer spat his Krabby Patty into a napkin. “Actually this patty was far from enjoyable.” he said. “What do you mean?“ Krabs asked. “This Krabby Patty tastes terrible.” said the customer. “I think it’s overcooked.” “No, that’s not it.” said a lady customer. Apparently she did not enjoy her patty as well. “It’s undercooked.” she said. “Uh-oh.” Mr. Krabs said to himself. “That little whelp.” he thought. “First he's slow, and now I come to find he can't even cook!” Mr. Krabs soon saw more and more unsatisfied customers rejecting their food, and leaving the restaurant. Krabs yelled for Chet. Chet came from the kitchen.
"Have an explanation for this?” Mr. Krabs asked, pointing at the mounds of rejected food. Chet just shrugged his shoulders. Mr. Krabs cuffed him on the shoulder. “They were complaining of their food.” he said. Mr. Krabs took a patty that a customer had left behind so Chet could see. “I don’t see what the big deal is.” said Chet. “I'll tell ya what the big deal is!” Mr. Krabs shouted. “Bad patties means the customers don't come back, and when they don't come back, I don't make me money!” he shouted. “Can you get that into your head boy!?” Chet just scoffed. “Whatever.” he said. Krabs fumed. “If that's the attitude you’re going to have, you can kiss your job goodbye!” he shouted. “You’re fired!” “Aw c’mon man!” Chet said. “I cooked the burgers like you asked me too!” Krabs growled. “It's not just a matter of cooking ‘em, boy! Ye gotta make sure you cook them RIGHT!!!” Chet scoffed again. “Whatever.” he said. “I’m out of here.” And with that, the former fry cook left the building. “You know,” Squidward began. “now that he’s gone, who’ll make the patties now?” “I don’t know.” Krabs said. “Do I wish Spongebob were here now.” he said. Squidward just sighed. “Spongebob me boy, where are ye?” Mr. Krabs asked to the air. He sighed. “I guess we do need you more than we think.” Krabs said. Outside of the Krusty Krab, Red was watching. He seemed to hear what Mr. Krabs had said. “Well, it seems you guys are finally starting to get it.” he said with a grin. “Now, let's see if you can read the epiphany.” Red then took out his cell phone to make another call to “Zipporah.” He waited for her to pick up. “Hello?” a female voice said on the phone. “Zipporah, it’s Big Fish.” said Red. "Ah, hello." She said. "How's the plan coming?" “Perfectly.” Red replied. “It seems the crab is starting to understand now.” “Excellent.” Zipporah said. “Who's next, do you think?” Red took out a piece of paper that looked like a list of names. “Next on my list is:” Red began. “Her.”

I know I promise a Sandy chapter for this one but I felt it was too soon to get her in just yet. She WILL be next

[Erin]

I sure hope she'll be in the next, OR ELSE! J/K but Really awesome story so far. ^^ Please continue.

[ukulady]

Chapter 5: Sandy

Sandy was sitting in her treedome. She had a book in her hands, and was trying to read. Her thoughts kept wandering back to Red... and Spongebob. Sandy sighed. She put the book down. She just couldn't concentrate. “Maybe a warm bath will help.” she said. As Sandy went to the bathroom, she put on her bathrobe and got a bottle of bubble bath soap. She turned on the tap, making sure the temperature was just right. She put the bubble liquid into the running water. The tub was soon filled with bubbles. Sandy smiled. Bubble baths always helped. But then looking at the bubbles made her think. She began to think about Spongebob again. He loved heading out into the fields and blowing bubbles. He had become an expert at creating all kinds of shapes with them. Sandy giggled as she was thinking of her friend. But her smile didn’t last. She tried to shake the feeling of sadness welling up in her. Sandy sighed as she stepped into the tub. The feeling of the warm soothing water seemed to make her feel better for the moment. She hunkered down into the bubbles.
After about a half-hour, Sandy was relaxing in her bed in her night gown. She tried to read her book again.
Her thoughts were still bothered by thoughts of Spongebob, and everything Red had said. Sandy put her book away and snuggled into her bed sheets. She sighed. “What if that Red fella was right?” she said. Sandy didn't like the thought. She couldn't stand the idea of not seeing her friend again. “I didn't know we’d all hurt Spongebob so much.” Sandy said. “Why didn't I think of that.?” She gave out a big sigh. “And he said I was the smartest one in Bikini Bottom.” Sandy sighed and rolled over. Warm tears were beginning to fill her eyes. She turned off her lamp and dozed off to sleep.
Her mind’s eye saw visions of her walking along the streets of Bikini Bottom. The outside was still and quiet. It unnerved her. But the silence was broken when Sandy heard the sound of a stopping bus. She turned and saw a bus pull up to the stop over by her house. Curious, Sandy went over to the stop to see who would be coming off of the bus. She sat down on the bench. The hatch doors opened.
Sandy peered over to the bus doors. She watched as a familiar form appeared...Spongebob. Sandy smiled widely. “Spongebob!” she exclaimed with joy. Spongebob turned and saw her. He too, gave out a big smile. “Sandy!” said Spongebob. Sandy leapt up and enveloped him in a hug. Spongebob too, wrapped his arms around her. “You're back!” Sandy yipped happily. Spongebob laughed. “Of course I’m back.” he said. “I couldn’t stay away from Bikini Bottom forever.” Sandy laughed with him. “Spongebob, I'm so sorry.” She said. “I shouldn’t have treated you like I did. I guess I’m not as smart as you thought I was.” Spongebob laughed. "What's so funny?" Sandy asked. “Sandy, you are smart.” Spongebob said. “But…” Sandy protested. Spongebob paused her. “You know Sandy,” he said, “smart doesn't just mean knowing everything.” Sandy smiled and giggled. “That is true.” she said. “We all make mistakes.” Spongebob added. “You forgive me?” Sandy asked. Spongebob smiled. “Of course I do.” he said. “How could I not forgive you?” Sandy smiled. He was right. Why wouldn’t he? “Thanks Spongebob.” she said. Spongebob smiled and embraced her. “You really are a true friend.” Sandy added. True friend. Those two words echoed through her mind.
Sandy woke up and slowly opened her eyes. She yawned. She sat upright in bed and stretched. Sandy felt hopeful. She thought that maybe things wouldn't turn out so bad after all. Sandy got up and decided to fix herself a cup of tea. She went down to her kitchen and pulled out her teapot. She filled it with water and turned on the stove. She took out a pack of peanut tea. When water boiled, she took out a cup and filled it with water. She took the tea bag and put it in the water. The sweet aroma of peanut oil filled her nostrils. Sandy smiled with content. Her thoughts soon turned to the fact that Spongebob was still gone, and no one knew where he was. She frowned. She took a sip of her peanut tea once it was ready. She felt bad. She still felt that she had let him down, and been a poor friend. And Spongebob was always a true friend to her. Even when he would get on her nerves.
Sandy felt tears return. She saw one drop into her tea. She wiped her eyes. “Maybe a walk would do me some good.” Sandy thought. She finished her tea and changed out of her nightgown. She got into her bikini outfit, then into her air suit. She adjusted the helmet before heading out. Like in her dream, the outside was still and quiet. Sandy walked down the street, hanging her head in sorrow. “What am I going to do?” she thought to herself. Sandy was so preoccupied with her thoughts, that she didn't notice the figure until she nigh on ran into him. “Oh I’m sorry.” she said. “I didn’t even see…” Sandy stopped. She saw that the figure she ran into was none other than Red. “You!” she shouted. “Yep, it’s me.” said Red. “You should be more careful little lady.”
“What are you doing here!“ Sandy shouted. “Taking a walk like you are.” Red said. “No need to get your fur in a tizzy.” “And why shouldn't I, you jerk.” Sandy said angrily. “Calm down.” said Red. “I mean no harm.”
“Sure you don't.“ Sandy replied. “I’m already hurt enough.”
“Aw, what's the matter?” Red asked. “Do not get cute with me.” Sandy said. “I can see you're quite upset.” he said. “It's Spongebob, am I right?” Sandy just huffed and crossed her arms. “I'll take that as a yes.” he said.
Sandy growled. “What's it to you?” Red smiled. “And I'll take that to mean that my words have sunk in.” he said. Sandy sighed. “Yeah.” she said. Red smiled and put a fin on Sandy’s shoulder. She slapped it. “Don't touch me!” “Ouch!” Red exclaimed. “I’m just trying to help.” “Yeah right.” she said. “Like you care.” Sandy gave Red a death glare. “Wanna bet?“ he asked. “No thanks.” said Sandy. “Fair enough.” Red said. “But you'll see. I can tell you're feeling remorse.” “Just leave me alone.” Sandy said. “Listen to me.” Red said. Sandy sighed. “What is it?” she asked. “I can tell you're broken up about this.” he said. “And it pains me to see someone like this.” “So why were you giving everyone a hard time huh?” Sandy asked.
“Isn't it obvious?” Red asked. “Yeah, yeah.” Sandy said. “We brought this upon ourselves. Don’t rub it in.”
“No.” he said. “I just want you to realize how much you hurt someone you consider a friend.” Sandy sighed. “And now it’s hurting me.” she said. Red nodded. “You’re a smart squirrel.” he said. Sandy huffed. She continued to walk. Red watched her. He smiled. When Sandy was out of his sight, he sighed. “I’m just glad nothing bad happened to you when you figured it out.” Red said to himself. Red drew his coat around himself and skulked off into the alley. Sandy continued walking. She tried to shake her feelings, but she couldn't. She turned and walked a beeline straight to her treedome. Sandy entered, and threw her air suit off. She collapsed on the tree, burying her face in her arms, and started to cry. “Oh Spongebob.” Sandy cried, tears staining her fur. “Please come back.” Red was hiding behind a rock, watching her. Seeing Sandy so sad. He too, shed a few tears.

Just like I promised ^^