Chapter Two: Finding a New Friend
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Spongebob was still laying belly-down on his front yard. He couldn't believe it. Patrick's gone. After everything they've shared. All the laughs, the cries. It was real; he's gone.
Spongebob got up, sweeping the sand off his pants, "That trader!! I regret ever becoming friends with you!!" Gary came out, "Meow." Spongebob looked down, "Why hello, Gary. Nice start of the day isn't it?" Gary blinked. Spongebob had had enough. "I'm going to work. Maybe Squidward could cheer me up."
He stomped all the way to the Krusty Krab, home of the Krabby Patties. Mr. Krabs, was in his office, counting money. Spongebob walked in. Squidward who's at the cash register sighed, "Oh, no. . . .not him again. . . . " To his surprise, he didn't laugh that annoying laugh, or jump right into the cashier, or say, "Hello, Squidward."
Squidward gave a huge smile when Spongebob almost walked past him. "Hello, Squidward," he said under his breathe. Squidward frowned again. Then he realized that there was something wrong with the sponge. He's feeling . . . . . . sad. Squidward's smile returned.
Mr. Krabs walked out and saw Spongebob putting his face in the stove. Mr. Krabs cocked his head, "What the?" He came in the kitchen and tapped his shoulder. Spongebob looked at his boss with the very burned face. "Yes, Mr. Krabs?"
"Spongebob, what's the matter with you? You cooking yourself!"
"I'm sorry, Mr. Krabs," the sponge said sadly. "I don't feel good today."
"Well, tell me what's wrong. Squidward and I are always there for you." Mr. Krabs said happily.
Squidward stared at him, "Are you mad?" He rushed over to the crab and dragged him outside. "This is the only time when Spongebob is not . . . " he took a glance at the depressed sponge. "Spongebob!"
Mr. Krabs rubbed under his chin, "Yeah, your right. But he's burning my money! I can't afford that." Squidward sighed, "I'm telling you. My life is better off without him!"
"WELL MY LIFE ISN'T BETTER OFF WITHOUT PATRICK!!!" Spongebob yelled. This time, tears were all over the restaurant. Some customers even left. "There's water on my food!"
Kr. Krabs watched his costumers left one by one, "NO, don't leave! Come baack!!"
He narrowed his eyes at his yellow employee, "Is this about Patrick?"
"Yes."
The crab's eyes turned red with anger, "Patrick? This is about a lousy old dumb starfish?! You lost my money because of that starfish?"
"He isn't lousy, or old, or dumb!" Spongebob retorted. "He just thinks he is. Now he's sending himself off to the bay area souvenir stand!"
Mr. Krabs and Squidward gasped, "No." "That poor thing." Spongebob wanted to cry again, "What do I do now, Mr. Krabs? My best friend is gone!" The room was silent.
"Uh, you could try to make new friends," suggested Squidward. Spongebob brightened up, "Good idea! I'll start with -"
"I won't be your friend," Squidward said calmly. The sponge backed away. "Okay, so I'll make friends somewhere else. Hope they're as good as Patrick."
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"Could you be my friend?" Spongebob asked the jellyfish. It gave him a quick sting of rejection before floating away. Spongebob walked away sadly, "It's okay. Who wants to be friends with me anyways?"
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"Could you be my friend?" This time, he asked a stranger fish. "No," he replied. "I don't even know you. Get away from me."
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"Could you be my friend?" He asked a giant worm. It opened its huge mouth and swallowed Spongebob.
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"Could you be my friend?" The organs shook in response. Spongebob got digested out. He sat on the sandy grounds and nearly cried again. "Patrick, where are you? There's no one in this world is as much of a friend to me as you."
He stood up and went back home.
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Spongebob was still laying belly-down on his front yard. He couldn't believe it. Patrick's gone. After everything they've shared. All the laughs, the cries. It was real; he's gone.
Spongebob got up, sweeping the sand off his pants, "That trader!! I regret ever becoming friends with you!!" Gary came out, "Meow." Spongebob looked down, "Why hello, Gary. Nice start of the day isn't it?" Gary blinked. Spongebob had had enough. "I'm going to work. Maybe Squidward could cheer me up."
He stomped all the way to the Krusty Krab, home of the Krabby Patties. Mr. Krabs, was in his office, counting money. Spongebob walked in. Squidward who's at the cash register sighed, "Oh, no. . . .not him again. . . . " To his surprise, he didn't laugh that annoying laugh, or jump right into the cashier, or say, "Hello, Squidward."
Squidward gave a huge smile when Spongebob almost walked past him. "Hello, Squidward," he said under his breathe. Squidward frowned again. Then he realized that there was something wrong with the sponge. He's feeling . . . . . . sad. Squidward's smile returned.
Mr. Krabs walked out and saw Spongebob putting his face in the stove. Mr. Krabs cocked his head, "What the?" He came in the kitchen and tapped his shoulder. Spongebob looked at his boss with the very burned face. "Yes, Mr. Krabs?"
"Spongebob, what's the matter with you? You cooking yourself!"
"I'm sorry, Mr. Krabs," the sponge said sadly. "I don't feel good today."
"Well, tell me what's wrong. Squidward and I are always there for you." Mr. Krabs said happily.
Squidward stared at him, "Are you mad?" He rushed over to the crab and dragged him outside. "This is the only time when Spongebob is not . . . " he took a glance at the depressed sponge. "Spongebob!"
Mr. Krabs rubbed under his chin, "Yeah, your right. But he's burning my money! I can't afford that." Squidward sighed, "I'm telling you. My life is better off without him!"
"WELL MY LIFE ISN'T BETTER OFF WITHOUT PATRICK!!!" Spongebob yelled. This time, tears were all over the restaurant. Some customers even left. "There's water on my food!"
Kr. Krabs watched his costumers left one by one, "NO, don't leave! Come baack!!"
He narrowed his eyes at his yellow employee, "Is this about Patrick?"
"Yes."
The crab's eyes turned red with anger, "Patrick? This is about a lousy old dumb starfish?! You lost my money because of that starfish?"
"He isn't lousy, or old, or dumb!" Spongebob retorted. "He just thinks he is. Now he's sending himself off to the bay area souvenir stand!"
Mr. Krabs and Squidward gasped, "No." "That poor thing." Spongebob wanted to cry again, "What do I do now, Mr. Krabs? My best friend is gone!" The room was silent.
"Uh, you could try to make new friends," suggested Squidward. Spongebob brightened up, "Good idea! I'll start with -"
"I won't be your friend," Squidward said calmly. The sponge backed away. "Okay, so I'll make friends somewhere else. Hope they're as good as Patrick."
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"Could you be my friend?" Spongebob asked the jellyfish. It gave him a quick sting of rejection before floating away. Spongebob walked away sadly, "It's okay. Who wants to be friends with me anyways?"
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"Could you be my friend?" This time, he asked a stranger fish. "No," he replied. "I don't even know you. Get away from me."
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"Could you be my friend?" He asked a giant worm. It opened its huge mouth and swallowed Spongebob.
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"Could you be my friend?" The organs shook in response. Spongebob got digested out. He sat on the sandy grounds and nearly cried again. "Patrick, where are you? There's no one in this world is as much of a friend to me as you."
He stood up and went back home.