Spongebob, Patrick, and Sandy were walking to the Krusty Krab, on a Monday. It was urgent, for some puzzling reason. On their way there, the three had conversation, on various topics. Spongebob brought up the subject of what he's going to do today, Sandy brought up physics, but Patrick didn't. He seemed really anxious about something that day, he repeatedly changed subject when someone said TV. He also had on a disguise; a hat, a long coat, matched with shades.
As soon as the three got to the Krusty Krab, Spongebob, along everyone else, is amazed! "The place is packed! I guess we all gotta have our krabby patties sometime. Dahahaha!" Patrick thought to himself, "This could be a good time to warn all of the Bikini Bottomites!" They all rush inside, and Spongebob gets to work on the demanded patties. "How's it goin', Squiddy pal?" he goes, as he hands Squidward a platter of Krabby Patties. "Can't talk right now, nitwit! We've got over 9000 orders to fill!" Spongebob gets a slight frown on his face, and goes back to the stove, "Orders...up."
Sandy, sitting near the entrance, looks around, then toward Patrick. She senses the emergence from his expression, the way he's tapping his hand on the table. "Patrick, what's wrong? Ya look pale!" Patrick slowly turns his head to the squirrel. "You don't know, but "THEY" know! "THEY" KNOW!" He dashes to the register, pushing all the fish in his way, and grabs the microphone. "ATTENTION EVERYONE!! BEWARE! YOU ARE BEING WATCHED!! YOUR EVERY MOVE IS BEING CAPTURED AND BEING MADE FOR A SHOW!!!"
Spongebob lifts his head up above the window separating the diner and the kitchen, and goes, "Patrick, have you lost your marbles? We're not being watched! We never HAVE been watched." Patrick gives Spongebob a crazed look. "Oh really? Are you aware of your REAL name? Or the reason you bother Squidward? Or the fact that someone, somewhere, has made a success of making profit off of you??? Do you remember when you got this job?" Everyone in the room become silent. "No Patrick...I don't...remember...oh dear Neptune, what are we doing here?!" Patrick nods to him, "Exactly. This is all written down, Robert. It's written, drawn, and you aren't yourself. Everyone isn't. You're a puppet."
Sandy thinks about the situation in her mind, then she becomes scared. She starts to sob, and everyone in the room stares at the crying girl. After a couple minutes, she starts to unzip her suit. Spongebob notices what she's doing, and runs from the kitchen to her. "No, Sandy! Don't! You'll drown!" Sandy's eyes look up, and focuses back on the zipper. The crowd in the back starts to comment on the situations, but meanwhile, Sandy has unzipped her suit, and looks for the "Eject" switch for her helmet. "We're puppets, remember? So might as well end it now, it's all for the sake of my freedom." "But Sandy--" She interrupts, with her voice slightly cracking, "Don't worry, I'll be in a better place. Where I won't be watched. But, I'll never forget ya..."
As soon as she finds the button, she presses, and the helmet begins to loosen up, and lifts. Spongebob grabs Sandy, and holds her nose, so she could breathe, but it's not doing justice! The late squirrel begins to float upwards, but Spongebob holds her down. "No...Sandy..." All the fish begin to quiet down, until nothing is heard but the swishing of water. He brings the body outside, and lets it go. Then, he goes back inside, and sits down at one of the tables.
"Look Patrick, look what you've done to our innocent friend. You were just gonna let her die, too..." Spongebob rests his face on his hands, and Patrick walks to him, "Twas' all but an illusion. Hahaha! Pathetic! EACH AND EVERYONE OF YOU!!" In the limelight, he points to everyone, "You, you, you, you, AND you--ALL OF YOU!" He looks to the screen, at the reader, breaking the forth wall, and points at YOU. "And most importantly, you!" Spongebob looks at the screen, along with the fish and Squidward, and they all stare at you, with large pupils.
(I know, It's dumb. I don't like it either. I'm not satisfied with it.)
