Author's note: This is a fic I did in the fifth grade without even realizing it. Also my first Spongebob fic, lol, plz don't hurt me!

The Proof of Bikini Bottom

It was a fantastic day in Bikini Bottom!

As an amateur marine biologist, it was my job to see if Bikini Bottom existed or not. The show Spongebob Squarepants had gotten so popular that kids were starting to wonder if a place like that really existed! The adults tried to convince us otherwise, but we refuse to believe!-

So, here I am, with my waterproof camera, in the REAL LIVE Bikini Bottom to prove adults everywhere that they are wrong!

M name… Marz.

After snapping the truth, I said, "Why not head over to my favorite undersea pals, Spongebob, Patrick, and Gary, for a little visit?"

So I walked over to the unforgettable home of resident, Spongebob Squarepants. But before I could even open the door, that loveable yellow sponge in all his square pants, beat me to it.

"Hi, Marz!" he shouted gleefully. "I was just about to get Patrick, because it's time to ruin Squidward's day!"

"I'll get him!" I assured him.

In order to get my fellow friend, I had to run past Squidward's tiki god house. Opening the… um, well, picking up the rock, I yelled that it was time to ruin Squid's day.

Suddenly, Patrick Star came out of the house… um, well, rock, with a snazzy suit, a top hat, and a nice-looking cane.

"Alright!" he shouted, throwing up his fingerless arms.

When we got to Sponge's place, he was dressed as Santa Claus.

"Marz! How can we ruin Squid's day when you're dressed as a professional adult human diver, or a marine biologist, a scientist that studies us underwater creatures?" Spongebob inquired.

Patrick, Gary, who had just arrived, and I stared at Spongebob.

"Meow." Gary informed us.

"Sweet Neptune!" slipped out of my mouth, "Gary's right! I forgot that today, Squid was visiting his clarinet's parents!"

(Meanwhile…

Squidward chuckled as he slipped his margarita.

"Idiots" he mumbled as he enjoyed the Hawaiian scenery.)

I smacked my forehead.

"Tarter sauce." Spongebob and Patrick muttered as they slid against the pineapple.

I got an idea.

"I've got it! Why don't we order a one of a kind time machine, travel to the year 12,345, conquer the world, have a sip of tea, and eat lots of Krabby patties?"

Spongebob and Patrick stared at me cluelessly.

Then, he smiled, showing his giant unnatural gap. His small group of freckles bunched up even closer. His eyes lit up, ecstatically and he looked like he had something very important to say.

Patrick bit his lip. His fat star body jiggled. His eyes looked like they were going to pop out of his head.

After about five minutes of this very disturbing performance, I looked at my watch that had broken seven years ago.

An hour later, I gathered some wood and made a fire. It wasn't long before I fell asleep.

The next day, I woke up, stretched, yawned, and put out the fire.

"Fire always feels so much better when it's breaking the laws of physics!"

I looked over at Patrick and Spongebob, who were still doing, well, whatever they were doing.

"Well, what is it?" I demanded.

Spongebob opened his mouth and said these very strange words:

"Let's… get… a RUBBER DUCKIE!"