Post by Deli on Oct 2, 2010 23:03:13 GMT -5
Chapter 5: Miss Sandy, You Are On Your Way!
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The next morning was sunny and bright outside of Holiday Fashion Inc. ''This is Lady Holiday...'' a woman answered, talking into a phone an assistant was carrying for her. She was a bit of a squat, short woman, and she was a pufferfish. Her face was very attractive, though, and she wore a long sweeping black dress and a hat that had a little mesh veil with little black flowers. ''Milan speaking? Then put him on! Oooh, yes daring! Yes, I'm fine. Oh yes, I had quite a scare. Thank God I wasn't hurt.'' While talking, Lady Holiday was fidgeting with a pink dress that a beautiful mermaid was modeling in front of her. ''Of course, my diamonds were valuable. All my diamonds are valuable.'' she droned on. Lady moved some of the fabric around and chopped off a bit of hair that was sticking out from the model's headband. The people surrounding her clapped appreciatively. She walked off into another part of the room. ''Now darling, I want you to call the United States and tell Vogue they can't have the photographs of the spring line until after the show. I'm not too happy with some of the designs.'' she picked up an ink bottle off her desk as a mermaid wearing what looked like a blue tarp fanned out in front of her. ''I still have to make some changes...'' Lady Holiday splashed the ink in different spots on the dress. She then tossed the bottle over her shoulder. The people clapped again. Lady dragged the assistant into her office by the phone cord. In her office, three tall, attractive mermaids were wearing dresses of sea green, lavender, and light pink. ''Well, I'm looking at the gowns now and I'm seeing horrendous mistakes. Of course, Paris should be notified.'' She hung up the phone and pranced over to the mermaid with the sea green gown. ''Coral, the neckline on that gown is too high, don't you think?'' ''I rather like the effect.'' ''Do you like looking like an ostrich?'' ''Of course not, Lady Holiday.'' The mermaid waltzed out of the room. Lady Holiday walked over to the girl in the lavender dress, who started elegantly taking off her cloak and showing off the dress. ''Floral... to many frills and furbelows, I don't think we should strive for the fan-tailed snail look, do you?'' The one in lavender walked away. ''And you, Orel, that outfit's the pits. Loose wear it to be tight, and tight wear it to be loose like the folds on a sea-turkey's neck. Why would I design such atrocious looking clothes...?'' Lady Holiday sighed and sat down at her other desk. ''I must be getting senile...'' She punched the call button on her desk-phone. ''Yes, Lady Holiday?'' ''We have to make drastic changes in the new line before the show tomorrow. All my girls are walking around looking like land mammals.'' she said flatly. ''Ahem...'' called a Texan voice from the doorway. Lady Holiday looked over at the door. ''Good Heavens, who are you?'' The girl had her back turned to Lady Holiday. She turned around to show her that she was a young brown squirrel with purple eyeshadow and dazzling blue eyes. She had long, brown curly hair from which her ears stuck out of from the top and was wearing a floral hat, a red and white buttoned dress, and long red gloves. ''My name is Miss Sandy Cheeks, and I would like to be a high-fashion model!''
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Chapter 6: ''Lady Holiday...?''
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Lady Holiday looked very cynical. ''Doesn't surprise me. Seems to be the way we're heading.'' Miss Sandy walked over to her desk. ''I've always dreamed of bein' a Holiday model! I've brought my portfolio all the way here from Texas to see you, the one n' only Lady Holiday!'' she paused. ''May I come in?'' ''Absolutely not!'' ''Oh, uh, may I show you my portfolio?'' ''No!'' ''Good, here!'' Lady Holiday sighed and dropped the black folder onto the desk. ''You can open it.'' With an exasperated look, Lady Holiday opened the portfolio. The picture showed Miss Sandy in a pink dress with a stationary pose. ''This is me 'wreakin' grandeur', or however those French guys say it.'' Lady Holiday turned the page and saw Miss in a Greek inspired dress with the same pose as the last. ''Being aloof.'' Miss Sandy pointed out. The next one featured Miss Sandy in a Chinese sort of outfit with yet again the same pose. ''Being demure.'' The last showed her in a plain farmgirl dress. ''Aha! DARING!'' Lady Holiday closed the portfolio. ''Interesting range of emotions...'' she said sarcastically. ''Ya think so?'' said Miss Sandy hopefully. ''Well, as you can see from this small sample, modelin' is my life! It's my destiny, and I'll except nothin' less!'' ''Or a job as a receptionist.'' Miss Sandy started jumping around happily. ''AAAAH! AAAAH! I'LL TAKE IT! I'LL TAKE IT!'' She jumped over to the seat in front of Lady Holiday's desk. ''Thank you! Thank you! Ya won't be sorry, I promise! I can, I-I can type, I can do shorthand, I can make coffee- oh I can do it all!'' ''Can you sit down?'' Miss Sandy regained her composure and sat down quickly. ''I can sit, sittin's good. I'm very good at sittin'.'' The annoyed pufferfish rolled her eyes. ''Are you quite under control?'' Miss Sandy was jittering in her seat. She stopped abruptly and looked back at Lady Holiday. ''Now; I'll be lunching with my brother, Nicky. He is second in command here, and a real parasite.'' She walked out of her chair and began pacing around the room absentmindedly. ''But, I had to put him in the business because he squandered his half of the inheritance and has no prospects.'' She began straightening a picture over her unlit white marble fireplace. ''Though grateful, he still gambles, incurs bad debts, eats my food, and borrows my boats without asking permission.'' Miss stared confused at the Lady as she walked around. ''He is not to be trusted. I wouldn't put it past him to steal my most valuable and largest jewel, the fabulous 'Baseball' Diamond. And I don't know why his bow-ties are always crooked!'' The puffer paused and leaned against the doorway. ''Still, he is my brother.'' Miss Sandy still looked confused. ''Why are you telling me all this?'' Lady Holiday glanced at her for a moment. ''It's plot exposition, dear, it has to go somewhere.'' Lady Holiday grabbed her black fur coat off the hook. ''I want you to answer the telephone while I'm gone and... straighten up the office.'' ''Right.'' Lady headed for the door. ''Everything will be fine! Not to sweat!'' Lady Holiday gave the squirrel an encouraging smile and tossed her hair. ''Carry on!'' she called as she walked away. As soon as the door was closed, Miss Sandy threw her hat in the air and cried, ''Weee! Oh boy, oh boy, oh boy, oh boy! I'm gonna be a famous model!'' She sat down at the desk. ''Oh, I'm so happy for me! Miss Sandy, you are on your way!''
The three mermaids from earlier stood out near the elevator. They were all wearing newsboy hats, ascots, sunglasses, and long trench coats. ''Where does Lady Holiday get off calling me an ostrich?'' pouted Coral. ''We'll get Lady Holiday tonight.'' whispered Floral confidently. ''Whatcha gonna wear to the robbery?'' asked Orel in her cokney accent. ''Shhh! Someone's coming!'' The elevator opened up to see SpongeBob and the gang. ''Hi!'' said Patrick, holding his hat in his hands as he stepped out. ''Hi! Hello!'' May followed behind, gawking at the pretty mermaids. ''Hubba Hubba!'' she crooned, staring at Orel. ''Ah, excuse me!'' asked SpongeBob as the girls began to enter the elevator. ''Where's Lady Holiday's office?'' ''Around the corner.'' said Floral, with a bright smile. ''Ah, thank you!'' SpongeBob and Patrick walked away, but May stayed behind. In the elevator, the women huddled together secretively. ''Did you just give directions to a sponge?'' ''I believe I did.'' ''Smile!'' said May, pointing the camera in their faces. ''Is that a new photographer?'' Orel asked as the doors began to close. With a loud noise, May's head was slammed into the elevator door. ''Ack!'' she cried, trying to pull free. ''I think I'm stuck...'' ''May!'' shouted Patrick from behind. ''May! M-May!'' ''Pull.'' Patrick grabbed her by the waist and began to pull her free. After several tugs, May was released. Her hat was lopsided, there were large red marks around her head and her hair was askew. ''Are you okay?'' ''Oh sure, it was just my head.'' Patrick stared at how May's head was on leaning on her shoulder. SpongeBob hobbled over. ''Hey, you guys stay here. I'll find Lady Holiday.'' ''Yes sir!'' May nudged Patrick. ''Hey Patrick, stick your head in here! It's really fun!'' May jammed her head into the elevator door, while Patrick watched from behind, unimpressed. Meanwhile, Sponge was walking around the hall. He was sort of shocked how tall and beautiful these people were. He stopped in front of Lady Holiday's office, checked his breath, straightened his bow-tie, trench-coat, and fedora. But before he opened the door, he leaned his head against the door and heard a voice from inside. ''Oh thank you! Thank you for choosing lil' old me as model of the year!'' There was a female squirrel standing on top of the desk, her arms raised to the sky as if she were being praised. This was obviously Miss Sandy. She was facing the window, not the door, so SpongeBob didn't see her face. Only her long curly hair and her backside. ''I never dreamed when I first began here in this crazy business, that I would reach such lofty heights!'' SpongeBob stuck his head out a little more! ''Uh, excuse me...?'' Miss Sandy's face grew red. She didn't turn around, but came up with a quick cover. She glanced a little over her shoulder. ''So, what do you think about the drapes?'' SpongeBob felt rather awkward. Miss Sandy walked across the desk. ''Personally, I'd like to see shutters. And on this wall here, I'd like to- AAAAAH!'' She plummeted from the desk and into the waster paper basket, butt first. SpongeBob jumped back a little. The squirrel lay dazed, sighing and letting her head droop over the side of the basket. SpongeBob walked in, with a concerned smile and looked down at her. ''Lady Holiday...?'' Miss Sandy's vision came slowly into focus. All she could see was a blur of yellow wrapped in gray. ''Lady Holiday?'' SpongeBob asked again. Miss Sandy gazed at him, now that her vision had fully returned. It was love at first sight. A twinkle in her eye shined like a diamond as she looked at him. She stopped sighing. She envisioned baby bluebirds flying around his head as he smiled uncertainly down at her. Miss Sandy grew a slight shade of pink. The bluebirds flew away. ''Gee, are you okay?'' She sat up straight. ''I don't think I'll ever be the same...'' she whispered. ''Pardon?'' She snapped back into reality. ''Oh! Uh, I don't usually fall like that.'' ''I-I thought it was a very nice fall... quite graceful, actually.'' SpongeBob said, nervously twiddling his thumbs. ''Oh! Thank you.'' Miss Sandy replied. ''And you are...?'' ''Oh, my name is SpongeBob SquarePants. I've come all the way from America to interview you for the Krabby Chronicle.'' She stared at him, dazed. ''Me? Why me?'' SpongeBob frowned slightly. ''Well, because you're Lady Holiday!'' Miss Sandy looked around. ''Oh... oh! Yeah, right!'' she giggled. ''Um... could ya help me outta this waste basket?'' ''Oh, oh yeah.'' SpongeBob grabbed one of her arms and began pulling. ''A little harder.'' ''Okay.'' he grunted. There was a lot of grunting and pulling until she finally popped out of the basket. There was an odd silence as Miss Sandy swatted the hair out of her face. ''So, uh, listen; can I ask you a couple of questions now?'' Sponge asked, still twiddling his thumbs. ''Uh, no. Uh, I'm not here! So busy! So much to do!'' Miss Sandy stuttered as she ran over to the desk. ''Maybe we could have dinner tonight?'' he asked hopefully. ''Yes! Fine! Swell!'' she muttered as she sat down. SpongeBob stepped closer to the desk. ''I'll pick you up at your house. It must be beautiful!'' ''It is?'' ''Huh?'' ''I-I mean, sure it is!'' she covered quickly. ''Yeah, so uh, where do you live?'' he inquired. Miss drummed her hands absentmindedly on the desk. ''Um... guess!'' ''Hm... I-I, uh, I dunno. Probably some highbrow street?'' Miss Sandy stood up again. ''Highbrow Street! Right, Highbrow Street! Haha, are you physic? Yes, but now guess what number!'' SpongeBob stared at the floor. ''I dunno... number seventeen?'' ''Yes, number seventeen Highbrow Street!'' she lied. ''Oh okay. Should I pick you up at-'' ''5:30-'' ''-8:00?'' ''Uh... 4:15-'' ''9:20?'' ''7:00?'' they said at the same time. Both nervously nodded their heads. ''Seven. Okay, that was easy.'' SpongeBob mumbled. ''Well, I'll see you then!'' Miss Sandy followed him a little as he left. ''Right! Eight!'' SpongeBob turned around. ''Seven.'' ''Seven! Right, seven!'' The sponge hung around in the doorway. ''Well, uh... goodbye...'' he walked away, an added spring in his step. Miss Sandy admired him thoughtfully with her hands behind her back as she watched him walk away.
''Goodbye, my darlin'...''
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The next morning was sunny and bright outside of Holiday Fashion Inc. ''This is Lady Holiday...'' a woman answered, talking into a phone an assistant was carrying for her. She was a bit of a squat, short woman, and she was a pufferfish. Her face was very attractive, though, and she wore a long sweeping black dress and a hat that had a little mesh veil with little black flowers. ''Milan speaking? Then put him on! Oooh, yes daring! Yes, I'm fine. Oh yes, I had quite a scare. Thank God I wasn't hurt.'' While talking, Lady Holiday was fidgeting with a pink dress that a beautiful mermaid was modeling in front of her. ''Of course, my diamonds were valuable. All my diamonds are valuable.'' she droned on. Lady moved some of the fabric around and chopped off a bit of hair that was sticking out from the model's headband. The people surrounding her clapped appreciatively. She walked off into another part of the room. ''Now darling, I want you to call the United States and tell Vogue they can't have the photographs of the spring line until after the show. I'm not too happy with some of the designs.'' she picked up an ink bottle off her desk as a mermaid wearing what looked like a blue tarp fanned out in front of her. ''I still have to make some changes...'' Lady Holiday splashed the ink in different spots on the dress. She then tossed the bottle over her shoulder. The people clapped again. Lady dragged the assistant into her office by the phone cord. In her office, three tall, attractive mermaids were wearing dresses of sea green, lavender, and light pink. ''Well, I'm looking at the gowns now and I'm seeing horrendous mistakes. Of course, Paris should be notified.'' She hung up the phone and pranced over to the mermaid with the sea green gown. ''Coral, the neckline on that gown is too high, don't you think?'' ''I rather like the effect.'' ''Do you like looking like an ostrich?'' ''Of course not, Lady Holiday.'' The mermaid waltzed out of the room. Lady Holiday walked over to the girl in the lavender dress, who started elegantly taking off her cloak and showing off the dress. ''Floral... to many frills and furbelows, I don't think we should strive for the fan-tailed snail look, do you?'' The one in lavender walked away. ''And you, Orel, that outfit's the pits. Loose wear it to be tight, and tight wear it to be loose like the folds on a sea-turkey's neck. Why would I design such atrocious looking clothes...?'' Lady Holiday sighed and sat down at her other desk. ''I must be getting senile...'' She punched the call button on her desk-phone. ''Yes, Lady Holiday?'' ''We have to make drastic changes in the new line before the show tomorrow. All my girls are walking around looking like land mammals.'' she said flatly. ''Ahem...'' called a Texan voice from the doorway. Lady Holiday looked over at the door. ''Good Heavens, who are you?'' The girl had her back turned to Lady Holiday. She turned around to show her that she was a young brown squirrel with purple eyeshadow and dazzling blue eyes. She had long, brown curly hair from which her ears stuck out of from the top and was wearing a floral hat, a red and white buttoned dress, and long red gloves. ''My name is Miss Sandy Cheeks, and I would like to be a high-fashion model!''
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Chapter 6: ''Lady Holiday...?''
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Lady Holiday looked very cynical. ''Doesn't surprise me. Seems to be the way we're heading.'' Miss Sandy walked over to her desk. ''I've always dreamed of bein' a Holiday model! I've brought my portfolio all the way here from Texas to see you, the one n' only Lady Holiday!'' she paused. ''May I come in?'' ''Absolutely not!'' ''Oh, uh, may I show you my portfolio?'' ''No!'' ''Good, here!'' Lady Holiday sighed and dropped the black folder onto the desk. ''You can open it.'' With an exasperated look, Lady Holiday opened the portfolio. The picture showed Miss Sandy in a pink dress with a stationary pose. ''This is me 'wreakin' grandeur', or however those French guys say it.'' Lady Holiday turned the page and saw Miss in a Greek inspired dress with the same pose as the last. ''Being aloof.'' Miss Sandy pointed out. The next one featured Miss Sandy in a Chinese sort of outfit with yet again the same pose. ''Being demure.'' The last showed her in a plain farmgirl dress. ''Aha! DARING!'' Lady Holiday closed the portfolio. ''Interesting range of emotions...'' she said sarcastically. ''Ya think so?'' said Miss Sandy hopefully. ''Well, as you can see from this small sample, modelin' is my life! It's my destiny, and I'll except nothin' less!'' ''Or a job as a receptionist.'' Miss Sandy started jumping around happily. ''AAAAH! AAAAH! I'LL TAKE IT! I'LL TAKE IT!'' She jumped over to the seat in front of Lady Holiday's desk. ''Thank you! Thank you! Ya won't be sorry, I promise! I can, I-I can type, I can do shorthand, I can make coffee- oh I can do it all!'' ''Can you sit down?'' Miss Sandy regained her composure and sat down quickly. ''I can sit, sittin's good. I'm very good at sittin'.'' The annoyed pufferfish rolled her eyes. ''Are you quite under control?'' Miss Sandy was jittering in her seat. She stopped abruptly and looked back at Lady Holiday. ''Now; I'll be lunching with my brother, Nicky. He is second in command here, and a real parasite.'' She walked out of her chair and began pacing around the room absentmindedly. ''But, I had to put him in the business because he squandered his half of the inheritance and has no prospects.'' She began straightening a picture over her unlit white marble fireplace. ''Though grateful, he still gambles, incurs bad debts, eats my food, and borrows my boats without asking permission.'' Miss stared confused at the Lady as she walked around. ''He is not to be trusted. I wouldn't put it past him to steal my most valuable and largest jewel, the fabulous 'Baseball' Diamond. And I don't know why his bow-ties are always crooked!'' The puffer paused and leaned against the doorway. ''Still, he is my brother.'' Miss Sandy still looked confused. ''Why are you telling me all this?'' Lady Holiday glanced at her for a moment. ''It's plot exposition, dear, it has to go somewhere.'' Lady Holiday grabbed her black fur coat off the hook. ''I want you to answer the telephone while I'm gone and... straighten up the office.'' ''Right.'' Lady headed for the door. ''Everything will be fine! Not to sweat!'' Lady Holiday gave the squirrel an encouraging smile and tossed her hair. ''Carry on!'' she called as she walked away. As soon as the door was closed, Miss Sandy threw her hat in the air and cried, ''Weee! Oh boy, oh boy, oh boy, oh boy! I'm gonna be a famous model!'' She sat down at the desk. ''Oh, I'm so happy for me! Miss Sandy, you are on your way!''
The three mermaids from earlier stood out near the elevator. They were all wearing newsboy hats, ascots, sunglasses, and long trench coats. ''Where does Lady Holiday get off calling me an ostrich?'' pouted Coral. ''We'll get Lady Holiday tonight.'' whispered Floral confidently. ''Whatcha gonna wear to the robbery?'' asked Orel in her cokney accent. ''Shhh! Someone's coming!'' The elevator opened up to see SpongeBob and the gang. ''Hi!'' said Patrick, holding his hat in his hands as he stepped out. ''Hi! Hello!'' May followed behind, gawking at the pretty mermaids. ''Hubba Hubba!'' she crooned, staring at Orel. ''Ah, excuse me!'' asked SpongeBob as the girls began to enter the elevator. ''Where's Lady Holiday's office?'' ''Around the corner.'' said Floral, with a bright smile. ''Ah, thank you!'' SpongeBob and Patrick walked away, but May stayed behind. In the elevator, the women huddled together secretively. ''Did you just give directions to a sponge?'' ''I believe I did.'' ''Smile!'' said May, pointing the camera in their faces. ''Is that a new photographer?'' Orel asked as the doors began to close. With a loud noise, May's head was slammed into the elevator door. ''Ack!'' she cried, trying to pull free. ''I think I'm stuck...'' ''May!'' shouted Patrick from behind. ''May! M-May!'' ''Pull.'' Patrick grabbed her by the waist and began to pull her free. After several tugs, May was released. Her hat was lopsided, there were large red marks around her head and her hair was askew. ''Are you okay?'' ''Oh sure, it was just my head.'' Patrick stared at how May's head was on leaning on her shoulder. SpongeBob hobbled over. ''Hey, you guys stay here. I'll find Lady Holiday.'' ''Yes sir!'' May nudged Patrick. ''Hey Patrick, stick your head in here! It's really fun!'' May jammed her head into the elevator door, while Patrick watched from behind, unimpressed. Meanwhile, Sponge was walking around the hall. He was sort of shocked how tall and beautiful these people were. He stopped in front of Lady Holiday's office, checked his breath, straightened his bow-tie, trench-coat, and fedora. But before he opened the door, he leaned his head against the door and heard a voice from inside. ''Oh thank you! Thank you for choosing lil' old me as model of the year!'' There was a female squirrel standing on top of the desk, her arms raised to the sky as if she were being praised. This was obviously Miss Sandy. She was facing the window, not the door, so SpongeBob didn't see her face. Only her long curly hair and her backside. ''I never dreamed when I first began here in this crazy business, that I would reach such lofty heights!'' SpongeBob stuck his head out a little more! ''Uh, excuse me...?'' Miss Sandy's face grew red. She didn't turn around, but came up with a quick cover. She glanced a little over her shoulder. ''So, what do you think about the drapes?'' SpongeBob felt rather awkward. Miss Sandy walked across the desk. ''Personally, I'd like to see shutters. And on this wall here, I'd like to- AAAAAH!'' She plummeted from the desk and into the waster paper basket, butt first. SpongeBob jumped back a little. The squirrel lay dazed, sighing and letting her head droop over the side of the basket. SpongeBob walked in, with a concerned smile and looked down at her. ''Lady Holiday...?'' Miss Sandy's vision came slowly into focus. All she could see was a blur of yellow wrapped in gray. ''Lady Holiday?'' SpongeBob asked again. Miss Sandy gazed at him, now that her vision had fully returned. It was love at first sight. A twinkle in her eye shined like a diamond as she looked at him. She stopped sighing. She envisioned baby bluebirds flying around his head as he smiled uncertainly down at her. Miss Sandy grew a slight shade of pink. The bluebirds flew away. ''Gee, are you okay?'' She sat up straight. ''I don't think I'll ever be the same...'' she whispered. ''Pardon?'' She snapped back into reality. ''Oh! Uh, I don't usually fall like that.'' ''I-I thought it was a very nice fall... quite graceful, actually.'' SpongeBob said, nervously twiddling his thumbs. ''Oh! Thank you.'' Miss Sandy replied. ''And you are...?'' ''Oh, my name is SpongeBob SquarePants. I've come all the way from America to interview you for the Krabby Chronicle.'' She stared at him, dazed. ''Me? Why me?'' SpongeBob frowned slightly. ''Well, because you're Lady Holiday!'' Miss Sandy looked around. ''Oh... oh! Yeah, right!'' she giggled. ''Um... could ya help me outta this waste basket?'' ''Oh, oh yeah.'' SpongeBob grabbed one of her arms and began pulling. ''A little harder.'' ''Okay.'' he grunted. There was a lot of grunting and pulling until she finally popped out of the basket. There was an odd silence as Miss Sandy swatted the hair out of her face. ''So, uh, listen; can I ask you a couple of questions now?'' Sponge asked, still twiddling his thumbs. ''Uh, no. Uh, I'm not here! So busy! So much to do!'' Miss Sandy stuttered as she ran over to the desk. ''Maybe we could have dinner tonight?'' he asked hopefully. ''Yes! Fine! Swell!'' she muttered as she sat down. SpongeBob stepped closer to the desk. ''I'll pick you up at your house. It must be beautiful!'' ''It is?'' ''Huh?'' ''I-I mean, sure it is!'' she covered quickly. ''Yeah, so uh, where do you live?'' he inquired. Miss drummed her hands absentmindedly on the desk. ''Um... guess!'' ''Hm... I-I, uh, I dunno. Probably some highbrow street?'' Miss Sandy stood up again. ''Highbrow Street! Right, Highbrow Street! Haha, are you physic? Yes, but now guess what number!'' SpongeBob stared at the floor. ''I dunno... number seventeen?'' ''Yes, number seventeen Highbrow Street!'' she lied. ''Oh okay. Should I pick you up at-'' ''5:30-'' ''-8:00?'' ''Uh... 4:15-'' ''9:20?'' ''7:00?'' they said at the same time. Both nervously nodded their heads. ''Seven. Okay, that was easy.'' SpongeBob mumbled. ''Well, I'll see you then!'' Miss Sandy followed him a little as he left. ''Right! Eight!'' SpongeBob turned around. ''Seven.'' ''Seven! Right, seven!'' The sponge hung around in the doorway. ''Well, uh... goodbye...'' he walked away, an added spring in his step. Miss Sandy admired him thoughtfully with her hands behind her back as she watched him walk away.
''Goodbye, my darlin'...''
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