“Oh no you don’t!” Twilight said, sternly. “I can help, Twilight, honest!” Spongebob insisted, before sneezing, a bubble popping on Twilight’s horn, and a few landing on her mane’s magenta stripe. “Spongebob, why didn’t you tell us earlier?” “He’s got the suds,” Spike said, before the sponge could answer. “If Twilight saw you, she’d agree with me,” Spike said, pulling Spongebob into the library. “Alright, Spongebob,” Spike said, wiping the ink off his face, giving the Sponge a stern look. He sneezed, causing the ink to fly onto Spike’s face. Spongebob shakily held up a tray with spare bottles of ink. “Spongebob, what’s wrong with you?” Spike asked. “Tell her I said, ‘right away’.” he said, weakly. Spongebob turned around, looking pale, and shivering. “Spongebob, Twilight wants to know what’s taking that replacement ink,” he said, voice sounding fitting for his new size. He had done quite a bit of growing ever since the convergence, and was now slightly shorter than Squidward. “I’m going to Twilight’s.” He marched out the bathroom door.Īt Twilight’s castle, Spongebob sneezed, pulling his pants over his head to muffle it. “I’m not sick,” he said, glaring at Gary. “No Gary, I like wearing my underwear like this.” The obviously sick sponge turned around, revealing two bulges that deflated, letting out some bubbles. “Because then I’d have to miss helping Twilight in her library!” He put his underwear over his nose, and sneezed, the bubbles coming out again. “I can’t get the suds,” Spongebob said, sniffing. He covered his nose as he did so, and pink bubbles came out of his large pores. If I had suds, I’d have bubbles coming out of me.” Ironically, immediately after Spongebob said this, he started to sneeze. “Don’t be silly, Gary,” Spongebob said, standing up, and looking in the mirror. “Oh, Gary,” Spongebob said in a stuffed up voice, sliding to the sink. “Meow,” he said, watching the sponge slide past him. He slid his way to the bathroom, past Gary, who was wearing a hat on his shell, and earmuffs on his eyes. Spongebob shivered again, eyes shrinking. He tried to pull his blanket onto himself, but it was so frozen, it shattered like glass. He pulled himself up, having some trouble with his nose, and slid to the head of the bed, shivering. He tried to sit up, and fell onto his face. “Woah, woah, wup!” And slipped and fell, sliding up the stairs, around his library, out a window, shattering it, all around the outside of his house, into another window, breaking that one, and into his room, sliding up onto his bed. He curled his legs to his body, shivering, trying to get warm, blowing on his hands, and stood up, rubbing his square body. He slipped on the frozen floor, before managing to shut the door. “The fridge!” he yelped, turning to the appliance in question. He was now slightly blue, with ice hanging off his nose, and on top of his head. In the kitchen, Spongebob was also frozen solid, shivering, before breaking out of the ice with a gasp. ![]() Then the foghorn alarm went off, shattering everything from its icy prison. In Spongebob’s bedroom, everything was frozen in blocks. In the fireplace, a burning fire was frozen in place. We cut to the television, which was stuck in a block of ice, with a fish shivering inside the screen. The next morning, his entire house had been frozen. Trendnails of cold began to spread throughout the house. Unfortunately for him, the fridge was still open. “Nothing like a sea-nut butter and jellyfish jelly sandwich to help you get to sleep!” The sponge was proven right, because as soon as he sank his teeth in, he fell asleep. “Ah, here it is.” He walked over to the table, opened the jar, and spread the sea-nut butter onto a piece of bread, and placed it on a slice with jelly. In the kitchen, Spongebob went through the fridge, and pulled out a jar of sea-nut butter. He started to gently place his foot on the first step… and quickly went down the rest, making a xylophone noise. “Sleep tight, my little angel.” He made it to his door, and stopped at his staircase. “Aw,” Spongebob said, before tiptoeing past. ![]() A quick glance to the left confirmed his pet snail, Gary, was fast asleep, meowing. He tossed his pillow on the floor, and landed on it. “A quick midnight snack, then it’s back to bed,” he said. He woke up, saw what he was doing, and spat it out. In the real world, Spongebob was chewing on his pillow. “Yeah!” He ran around, caught a few in his mouth, before starting to shove a pile into his mouth. He smiled, and the storm clouds started to. Then a Krabby Patty fell from the sky, and onto his head. Suddenly, black storm clouds rolled in, thunder rumbled, lightning flashed. In his dreams, he was standing upon a giant Krabby Patty. In the Bikini Bottom-Ponyville area, Spongebob was fast asleep at his pineapple.
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