The Blind Date

[howsimplylovely]

Ok guys. I wrote this after being inspired to make a comic of a blind date between SpongeBob and Sandy back in the summer time. It turns out that a comic was alot of work, so I wrote a story instead! (Maybe sometime I'll make the comic to this...just not right now.)

I tried to make it as episode-like as possible...so I hope you can picture it in your head .....and enjoy! (I'll post it in a couple different parts.)

Part 1
The Blind Date- A SpongeBob fan-fiction by Julie Knight (Howsimplylovely)

It was past closing time at the Krusty Krab. Eugene Krabs cracked his office door open and peaked his long eyes out. They first roved to the left, to see that all was well at the cash register. With his heart put at ease, his gaze then fell upon the young, yellow sea sponge, wiping a table in the dining room. He was humming to himself and looking perfectly content with his current task. Krabs’ eyes narrowed.
“Arrrg,” he said in his gruff sailor’s voice. “This is the third time this week SpongeBob’s asked to work after hours with no pay.” The middle-aged crab watched still, as SpongeBob finished the last table, smiled at his own reflection in the polished surface, then headed cheerfully into the kitchen. Krabs then shut his office door and pondered. “The boy’s naïve, but he’s not brainless. Sooner or later he could wise up and ask for pay for his overtime…” He trembled. “Nooo! The boy needs a hobby. Hmmm…well, he jellyfishes and blows bubbles; if yeh call those things hobbies. Maybe he needs a friend to spend his time with…no. He’s got that slow, pink fella, Patrick. I know! The boy needs a girlfriend!”
The next morning, Mr. Krabs stood next to Squidward, who was manning the cash register, watching the early-rising “Krustomers” enjoying their meals.
“You know, Mr. Squidward,” Mr. Krabs said. “I’ve been thinkin’ of setting SpongeBob up on a blind date. What d’ya say? “
“SpongeBob!? A date!? With what!?” Squidward cackled, hardly able to contain himself.
“Yes. A date: with a girl. When was the last date you went on, Squidward?” Mr. Krabs said a bit reproachfully. Squidward’s smile disappeared and he looked crestfallen.
“Well, I already collected information from all the single ladies of Bikini Bottom. All we have to do is get SpongeBob to fill out this question sheet,” He held up of piece of paper. “And we can put it in the Matchmaker 9000, somethin’ I got from the pawn shop down the street, and we’ll have his matches!”
“Genius, Mr. Krabs,” said Squidward in monotone.
“Come on Squidward. I’m payin’ yeh to be my moral support.”
“Genius, Eugene!” Squidward said, a little too enthusiastically.
“That’s more like it.”
“What’s more like what, Mr. K?” Said SpongeBob cheerfully, carrying a mop and bucket that he had just used to clean up a spill.
“Hey, me boy! Could you fill out this piece of paper for me?”
“But, of course, Mr. Krabs!” He set aside his mop, took the paper and a pencil and sat at a nearby table. “Say, what’s this thing for, anyway?”
Krabs stammered. “It’s a…it’s an...employee survey.”
“Oh, ok. Hmmm…’Do you enjoy long strolls by the lagoon?’”
Mr. Krabs grinned and laughed nervously.
“Boy, do I!” Exclaimed the sponge happily, to Krabs’ relief.
Later that night at Mr. Krabs’ house the crustacean stood in front of a strange beeping contraption, with SpongeBob’s “employee survey” answers.
“Come on, Matchmaker 9000. Show me you were worth those twelve whole bucks.” He inserted the sheet of paper and let the machine precess the data. A minute later it beeped and printed the results. “Ah, hot off the press,” he took the paper. “Now to set a date with his top match..ok…his only match.” He picked up the phone and dialed the number.

“A blind date?” Questioned SpongeBob, the next day at the Krusty Krab.
“Yeah boy. I matched ye up, planned the date and everything. You can thank me later.”
“Gee, Mr. Krabs, I haven’t bee on a date in, well, a really long time! I dunno if I can do this.”
“Oh nonsense, Spongebob,” Krabs said, waving his claw, dismissively. “I’ve got the little lady expectin’ you to meet her at the fanciest restaurant in Bikini Bottom tomorrow night…” He coughed. “At your expense.”
“Ok sir,” SpongeBob said, a little nervously. “What’s she like?”
“Hopefully she’s a bit more lively than an inanimate object,” chortled Squidward from the cash register.
“You’ll find out soon enough, but it may be a bit of a surprise,” said Mr. Krabs as he walked off to his office.
“Oh, Neptune,” gulped SpongeBob.


Stay tuned!

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The Blind Date Part 2

The night of the date, SpongeBob stood at his mirror, tying his bowtie.
“Kay, Gary. How do I look?” He turned to his pet snail and smiled nervously.
“Meow.”
“Oh, thanks Gary,” He straightened his bowtie. He then checked his watch. “I’d better be going. Wish me luck, Gar-bear.” He walked out the door after grabbing a fresh bouquet of pink flowers.
The undersea wind was cool against his face and through his pores as he paddled down the road on his uni-paddle. The sky was beginning to darken; a few stars revealed themselves among the cloud-like tropical flowers that hung in the sea-sky.
Upon reaching Fancy, SpongeBob received some strange looks from the valet fish. One asked if he could park the uni-paddle for SpongeBob.
“Why sure, my good sir!” He hopped off the vehicle and the valet took it away.
Once inside the restaurant, SpongeBob looked at himself in a decorative mirror. He wiped his clammy palms on his shirt. “Ok SpongeBob, be a man. You can do this.” He walked over to the maitre d'.
“Hello, do you have a reservation?” the stuffy, neat fish asked.
“Yes sir. I have a blind date tonight. The name’s SquarePants.”
“Ah yes,” sighed the maitre d’. “Your date just arrived, not three minutes before yourself. She’s waiting for you right this way.”
They walked down a fancy corridor and the maitre d’ stopped in a door way and gestured into a candle-lit dining room. “Here you are; enjoy.”
SpongeBob looked across the room, full of tables with blooming center-pieces, to its only other occupant, and was astounded to see his good friend Sandy, sitting there alone.
“Hey Sandy! What’re you doing here?” He walked to the table.
“Oh, howdy SpongeBob!” The squirrel said happily. She was wearing her usual glass helmet with a pink flower on top, but not her air suit; instead she was wearing a dark purple dress. SpongeBob thought she looked very pretty. “I’m waiting for my blind date. I was set up.”
“Really? Who set you up?”
“Mr. Krabs! He said I’m waitin’ for the ‘date of the century.’ I ain’t too sure about that, but I couldn’t refuse.”
“Mr. Krabs set me up too!”
“Well then, you must be my date! I’ll be!” She colored a little. “Come and sit down!”
She accepted his flowers graciously and he sat down in front of her. They were then offered sparkling kelp juice.
“That’ll be two glasses, please,” said SpongeBob.
“But SpongeBob, ain’t that expensive?” Protested Sandy.
“Don’t worry about it, Sandy. I’ll take care of the bill.”
“You sure?” She said uncertainly.
“Sandy, you’re my blind date. Of course I’m sure.”
“But we know each other, SpongeBob. How is it a blind date?”
SpongeBob pulled some dark-tinted glasses out of his pocket, put them on and groped around the air in front of him with his hands. “How’s this?” Sandy looked at him and laughed.
Later into the evening, just after the main course was served, Sandy said, “Y’ know SpongeBob, I’m glad it’s you here tonight rather than anybody else in Bikini Bottom.”
“Really, Sandy? Why’s that?” SpongeBob said curiously, and he refrained from taking a bite of his steamed coral bits.
“Well, nobody but you really understands me and this here helmet,” she tapped the glass air-dome encasing her head and her precious oxygen. “Or this…” Sandy picked up her small, purple clutch purse and from inside of it she pulled a thick tube that attached to her helmet. With a flip of a tiny switch, the food on her plate was sucked, vacuum-like, from the plate to her mouth. She chewed the food happily.
“You too, Sandy. You understand me and my shenanigans better than Patrick sometimes…’cause Patrick doesn’t’ seem to understand a lot…” The two laughed. Sandy’s cheeks looked a bit flushed to SpongeBob; he silently wondered if she was feeling sick or if she was embarrassed about something.
Dinner was finished and the two made their way to the door after SpongeBob paid the expensive bill, which he hid from Sandy, despite her demands to see the total. He insisted on paying it, although he had winced inwardly at bidding farewell to much of his last paycheck.
“You look real nice in your suit tonight, SpongeBob,” Sandy said walking out into the cool night current.
“Thanks! And you look ravishing, as usual,” replied the sponge, full of playful chivalry.
Sandy spotted SpongeBob’s uni-paddle sitting against the restaurant wall in the parking lot.
“Hey, why don’t I load that in my trunk and I’ll take you home?” Sandy suggested.
“Sure! Thanks.”
Sandy picked up SpongeBob’s one-paddled vehicle and loaded it into the back of her green, jeep-like boat-mobile. SpongeBob waited at the driver’s side door and held it open for her.
“Thanks, SpongeBob.”
“Anything for you, my dear.”
“You ornery thing, you,” Sandy chuckled and shook her head as she started the vehicle and SpongeBob climbed in next to her.
The ride to his house wasn’t a long one, and for much of the ride, they were each absorbed in their own thoughts. When they arrived at the pineapple-shaped dwelling, Sandy unloaded the uni-paddle and they walked to the front door.

“I hope you had a good evening, Miss Cheeks; even if it wasn’t …” his soft, pliable body changed shape to look like Mr. Krabs. “‘The date of the century.’ Arg.”

Sandy laughed, holding her sides. “Oh,” she caught her breath. “SpongeBob, you always make me laugh. I had a good time; we should do it again soon.” She bent down a little and removed her helmet. She then planted a kiss on his left cheek, which was back to its original shape, and quickly put the helmet back on her own head. SpongeBob was frozen with a giddy smile and blush on his face. “Call me tomorrow, SpongeBob. Later!”

He stood there for a minute or two after the squirrel left, and then went inside. The door closed and the peaceful night’s silence was broken with the sound of a loud “woo!” from a happy resident of Bikini Bottom.

The END!
How was it?

[usamerican]

That was amazing Lovely... The best fan fic of all time considering the length of the story. The excuse that you came up with to have SB on a blind date was brilliant! Mr. Krabs setting up SB on a blind date so SB could be so distracted that he doesn't have time to realize that Mr. Krabs is breaking labor laws by not paying him overtime. Haha! ;D


You described the mannerism of each character perfectly, especially the cheapskate Mr. Krabs, and the jovial SB.


You also had some well-written sentences like.


"The undersea wind was cool against his face and through his pores as he paddled down the road on his uni-paddle. The sky was beginning to darken; a few stars revealed themselves among the cloud-like tropical flowers that hung in the sea-sky."


and


"He held up of piece of paper. “And we can put it in the Matchmaker 9000, somethin’ I got from the pawn shop down the street, and we’ll have his matches!”


(that's a perfect place for that machine)


It was easy to imagine the scenes you described. All in all, this fan fic was genius!

[amarabellagirl]

Cute Lovely! One of my favourite stories!

[spandytruelove]

That was so romantic! hanks for writing this.

[lilmissranduum]

Very cute story! <3 i love it!