Spongebob awoke enthusiastically. It was the best day ever. Spongebob was greeted by the always bright mister Sun, who lit spongebob’s bed ablaze, the fire burned magnificently. Spongebob left his bed, and looked to his right, to reveal the houses of his two neighbors, Squidward, and Patrick. Squidward was a grumpy old man, obsessed with his clarinet playing, which was nothing to ride home about, and his art, which was far worse than his clarinet. Squidward worked as the cashier at the local diner, the Krusty Krab, run by local man Eugene Krabs. Spongebob also worked at the Krusty Krab, he was the sunny chef, and server, who always greeted customers with a smile. Squidward lived in a house based off of the amazing Easter Island heads. Next to Squidward’s house was a plain rock, one might walk by and think nothing of it, but this was no ordinary rock, on the contrary this was the home of Patrick Star, an unemployed man who spent most of his time at home, or with spongebob, for he was spongebob’s greatest friend. Neither Spongebob nor Patrick were very intelligent, likely due to the fact that neither of them have ever received a formal education. Spongebob walked down the path to patrick’s house, he knocked on the door drowsily while looking at his watch, it was 9:00, they were already late for their meeting. Patrick opened the door, and said, “‘Ello, chap. Care for a spot ‘a tea?” Spongebob replied, “No, Patrick, I’m afraid it’s already 9:00, you know what that means.” “Oh.” Replied Patrick, surprised by Spongebob’s less than cheery demeanor, “Well, then, Mate, I suppose we ought to be off.” “Indeed.”Replied Spongebob, “Grab your coat.” When Patrick finally fully emerged from his rock, he and Spongebob set off eastbound, on the path to a local pub, The Goofy Goober. They arrived at the pub thirty minutes later, when they got in, they met Mel the bartender, they were regulars at the Pub, so they ordered two Triple Gooberberry surprises, their favourite. A man dressed in a dark cloak sat at the other end of the bar, sipping his drink. Spongebob and Patrick walked over to the man, who was the only other person in the bar, and took two seats next to him. The man utters, “Glad you could make it.” “Let’s cut to the chase,” replied Spongebob, “Who’s our next hit?” “Not a talker, eh?” laughed the man, he seemed to be taking this less seriously than Spongebob. “I get it. But anyway, if you’re so eager to get to the chase, the name of the man is Eugene Krabs,” Spongebob shuttered. “Thirty-five,” the man continued, “Red, greedy, the owner of the Krusty Krab.” “I-I’ve heard.” Stuttered spongebob, “The guy’s amassed quite a fortune over, the years, yet is reluctant to spend any of it, a fortune like that would keep three guys like us wealthy for the rest of our years.” “So, what’s the plan?” You two will sneak into his house, rumor has it a good portion of his fortune is stored in his mattress, you can find the rest in a vault in his closet. Simple as that.” “Good.” replied Patrick, “I reckon we can pull it off.” Spongebob and Patrick signed a contract saying that the money would be spread equally between the three of them, and then returned home. That night was cold, spongebob and Patrick met outside of their houses at midnight, and set off for the house of Eugene Krabs. When they arrived, they looked up at the daunting house, made from a giant anchor. They first sneaked around the back, dressed in all black, and looked for any windows, they found a singular window in the back of their house, and to their amazement, it was unlocked. They went in, to a dark living room, with a small television, and old, busted up couch. They made their way up the old creaky staircase, trying their best not to make a sound. They arrived in Eugene’s room, to find an empty bed. They found this odd, but continued with the heist. Patrick was carrying a large burlap sack, and when he and spongebob got to the mattress, they lifted it up to discover stacks upon stacks of one-hundred dollar bills. They started to stuff the bag full of as many bills as they could get their hands on, when spongebob heard the most horrifying sound of his life, a lightswitch flicking on downstairs. He bolted under the bed, while Patrick dove behind a dresser. They heard slow footsteps ascending the stairs, when a dark figure appeared in the doorway, the figure of an old crab holding a double-barreled shotgun. “Come out, come out, wherever ye are.” The crab muttered. Patrick quickly began looking for a better hiding place. He disappeared into the darkness of a nearby doorway, out of Spongebob’s sight. Eugene continued into the room, looking up and down for the thieves, and eventually went into the room that Patrick had left into earlier. Spongebob was mortified, but had no time to lose, Eugene had blocked off the door that led out of the room, so Spongebob quickly slid into another room, and hid in a closet. He was alone with his own breathing, and the thought of how scared he was. He looked out the closet to see a whale, sleeping there. He was shocked, but he didn’t make a sound. Ten minutes or so went by, when Spongebob saw Eugene leave the room. Spongebob crawled out of the closet, and ran out into the door patrick had been in. He whispered, “Patrick, hey, Patrick?” to no avail. Spongebob had brought a flashlight with them, and turned it on looking at the floor, to reveal a trail of blood on the floor. “Oh, God, no.” Whispered Spongebob, he turned up the flashlight to reveal Patrick’s bloody head, decapitated on a stick, with the message, “YOU’RE NEXT” written on the wall with blood. Spongebob let out a mighty scream, and turned around to see Eugene Krabs, and his daughter Pearl the Whale, both holding scythes, with psychotic grins on their faces. “No, No, NO!!!!” Screamed Spongebob, but it was too late.
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