Spongebob takes Pearl to her prom at the request of Mr. Krabs. A parody of the "Vincent Vega and Marcellus Wallace's Wife" Story from Pulp Fiction.
Disclaimer, I don't own SpongeBob Squarepants or any of the characters.
Spongebob is at Patrick's house discussing the best bubbles to buy.
"Okay here we go SpongeBob. The best there is." Patrick presents SpongeBob various different bottles of bubbles to blow with.
"This is Gazillion, good bubbles. Come in 32 Oz bottles. Pretty good, comes with its own wand." Patrick explains.
"Now this is Super Miracle Bubbles. They come in big boxes, but you can put them in your own bottles. You don't get the wand, but I know you have your own." Patrick explains and chuckles at the end.
"Hmmm. How good are is Super Miracle?" SpongeBob asks curiously.
"They're amazing. BUT, I have have a better one for you, Spongebob." Patrick says, peaking SpongeBob's interest.
"This is the Imperial Bubble. It's a smaller bottle. Same principles as Super Miracle. BUT, they're the best bubbles in the world when you blow them." Patrick explains causing Spongebob to become giddy inside.
"But, they are expensive. Imperial costs $20." Patrick explains.
"All I have is $10." SpongeBob pulls $10 bill of his wallet.
"It's a deal!" Patrick excitedly takes the $10 from Spongebob and gives Spongebob the soap, much to SpongeBob's surprise.
"Patrick Star, you are one smart salesman." Patrick says to himself. Patrick looks around for something to help Spongebob put the bubbles in.
"Here have these." Patrick hands Spongebob several empty soda bottles and pours SpongeBob pours soap into one of them.
"Thanks, Patrick." SpongeBob shakes his hand.
"Sure thing, buddy."
Spongebob leaves Patrick's Rock and heads back in the limo to Pearl's house. In the limo, he tries out the bubbles he just bought from Patrick, which true to his word, are the best and biggest bubbles on the market.
End of Part 1. I'm breaking this story up into small chapters. Gives me time to think about how this is gonna pan out. Please read and review.
