The Death (and now Life) of Spongebob
Epilogue: The Really Really Real End (For Real)
-Spongebob and Patrick-
"Da ha ha ha ha!!!!" The yellow sponge laughed with the pink starfish. Sitting next to one another in Jellyfish Fields, each with a bagged lunch of Krabby Patties beside them, they swung their jellyfish nets aimlessly at passing jellyfish. "You know what, Pat?"
Spongebob's dislodged mouth laughed. "I made it out in only seventeen pieces! Everything turned out just fine." His swinging arm crawled back to the rest of the chunks of sponge lying around Patrick. "Can you pass me my Krabby Patty? I'm gonna put some jellyfish jelly on it."
"Sure, buddy." He passed Spongebob's bag to him and lifted his own bag. "I'm gonna put some on mine, too!" He grabbed the saran-wrapped patty and smeared jelly all over the wrap, taking a huge bite. "Yum."
They erupted into laughter. After a few moments, it died own, and Patrick grinned at Spongebob. "Yeah, you're right, flowers are funny."
-Squidward and Mr. Krabs-
"Well, Spongebob's alive again. I guess the little guy can't die, huh? Just gonna come back every time we're close to happiness." Squidward began to laugh, his nose wiggling. "Close... happiness... I'm hilarious." Leaning slightly on his mop, he looked at Mr. Krabs, who gleefully counted the money he had gained from the publicity.
"Twenty one... twenty two... twenty three..."
"Well, I guess someone gained from that little murder mystery."
Mr. Krabs shot him a glare. "Shut yer mouth and mop."
-Plankton and Scooter-
"It's horrible! Every time I try and steal the Krabby Patty formula, he's there! All I want is to take over the world! Why won't Mr. Krabs realize that?" Plankton sat on the miniature leather armchair, staring at the suit-clad purple fish scribbling on his notepad.
"Uh-huh. Uh-huh. And how do you feel about that?"
"You see, Officer. I don't want to be a detective any more."
The bulgy-eyed fish looked at him with his gills twitching. "Why not?"
"During the Spongebob case... I learned something."
"And what is that?"
Inspector Tailfin ripped off his suit to reveal a sparkly tuxedo. "I wanna be a star!"
"Huh?" The fish adjusted his police badge, and his mouth curled into an expression reminiscent of Elvis.
"I wanna star in a soap opera! And dance! And sing! Yeah, I'll do that!" He adopted a grin and began to tap-dance. "See?"
"...Phil, you're fired."
A/N: Yes. It is finally over. There will be no more. But refer to my forum and you can vote for what SB fanfics you'd like me to write next. I have a few good ideas. Also, anyone seeing the Best Day Ever marathon tomorrow, rock on. I'm staying up for the entire thing. Thank you everyone for the excellent reviews!