"To be with my love" (A Little Mermaid Parody 2.)

Quick authors note: I had the idea of a Spongebob/Sandy spoof on the little mermaid stuck in my head for months, thinking of all the little things that I could add. Then, I read S.O.Lmaster's "The Little Sponge", and it gave me just the push I needed to finish it. I loved the first spin-off, albeit a little a little too close to the original story for my taste. So, here's my little re-write…just for fun (and a way to brush up on my writing skills) I hope you like it!

Also, because it's a book, I tried my best not to have any songs in there…although there are some parts that you absolutely have to have songs in; I canceled out all of the parts that weren't necessary.

I owe great thanks to S.O.Lmaster for providing me with some of the characters that I needed to make the story work. You're an amazing storywriter, keep it up!

It was a beautiful day to be sailing…the skies were blue, the mood was merry. Everyone was smiling and singing.

At the stern, staring out into the peaceful ocean, stood a young squirrel named Sandy, clad in a modest white sundress. "Isn't this just simply amazing, Corneil?" she turned to a little yellow dog, who didn't appear to be feeling "simply amazing". "I mean, the crisp ocean air, the cool breeze," she took a deep breath, absorbing the beauty of it all, and let it back out with a contented sigh.

"Fantastic," Corneil replied dolefully.

"Well, this great weather isn't just great for us, you know," a sailor slid down out of the crow's nest. Sandy recognized him as Bernie, a boy of barely sixteen, with blue hair and an orange vest.

"What do you mean?" Sandy turned around to face him, and watched as he picked up a fish.

"I mean the Krusty Krab must be getting great business with all the sunshine and fresh air," he said. "C'mon Sandy, you knew that!"

Sandy stared at her friend, one eyebrow raised.

Corniel huffed in exasperation. "Oh, stuff and nonsense, Bernie!" he declared, and looked at Sandy. "Don't you believe a word he says, he's got rocks in his head."

"But it's true, Corneil!" Bernie retorted, waving the fish in his furry friend's face. "One day, I'm gonna visit, and prove you completely wrong!" on impulse, Bernie flung his hands up in the air, sending the fish flying back into the ocean. "Oops," he muttered, leaning over the edge of the boat. He chuckled nervously. "Guess they'll have to catch another one."

Unbeknownst to our land friends, upon arriving at the bottom of the sea, the fish stood up on two legs, brushed itself off, and gave a quick thought before trotting off toward the Krusty Krab, where an enormous crowd gathered itself outside the glass doors, attempting to enter for the show.

Inside and on stage, a popular news reporter known as Perch Perkins was starting the show. "Presenting to you, the owner of the Krusty Krab restaurant, Mr. Eugene Krabs!"

Krabs came onstage. "Thank ya all for coming! Don't forget to come back every day for a Krabby Patty!" he laughed his trademark sailor's laugh, and exited the stage as the audience applauded.

Perch continued. "Also, musical composer for the Krusty Krab talent show, not to mention cashier, Mr. Squidward Tentacles!"

Squidward also came onstage. But unlike Mr. Krabs, he didn't receive any applause, and stormed backstage, arms crossed.

"This is the greatest money-maker you've ever thought of!" Mr. Krabs encouraged his moping cashier.

"Yes, and my last hope for a musical career," Squidward worried, watching the show from behind the curtain.

Mr. Krabs nudged Squidward, grinning wide. "But I'm especially looking forward to a certain little yellow fella," he whispered. "That lad's been making me easy money since he started working here!"

Squidward rolled his eyes. "Yeah yeah. We all know that he's the most amazing fry-cook the world's ever known." he griped. "If only he'd actually be here for half the practices." Squidward re-entered the stage area to introduce the first act. "And now, Pearl's Girls." He announced, and walked backstage again.

A cutesy teenaged whale, Pearl, along with three of her fish friends, climbed up on stage, all wearing enormous grins.

Pearl started the act, by singing "Oh! Who lives in a pineapple under the sea?"

On queue, the three fish behind her shouted in unison "Spongebob Squarepants!"

Pearl then danced to the other end of the stage, causing the windows to rattle. "Absorbent and yellow and porous is he?" she jumped up in the air, making all the tables in the restaurant go "bump".

The other girls followed her, mimicking her movements. "Spongebob Squarepants!"

Pearl struck a girly pose, causing several of the audience members to applaud. "If nautical nonsense be something you wish?"

"Spongebob, Squarepants!"

Pearl spun around, her ponytail flying up in the air. "Then drop on the deck, and flop like a fish!" as she sang, she jumped off of the stage and flipped around in a supposedly helpless manner.

This made the audience practically fall over laughing, as the three other fish repeated the action. "Spongebob, Squarepants!"

"Ready?" Pearl called, climbing back up on stage. "Spongebob Squarepants! Spongebob Squarepants! Spongebob Squarepants! Spongebob…Squarepants!" they ended the song in a cheerleading pyramid, two girls standing on Pearl's outstretched arms, while the other one balanced one foot on each of their shoulders. They jumped down and stepped to the side, where a grill had been rolled up behind them.

But, behind the grill…was no sign of Spongebob. A series of gasps rose up out of the stage area, followed by the dinner guests. Mr. Krabs's face turned even redder than before. "SPONGEBOB!"

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Out in jellyfish fields, a little yellow sponge, called Spongebob, and a big pink starfish by the name of Patrick, were playing tag. "You're it!" Spongebob shouted as he touched his friend's arm.

Patrick laughed, chasing after Spongebob, who'd already taken to running the other direction. In his hurry to catch up, Patrick didn't realize that Spongebob had stopped running, and ran straight into him, sending them both tumbling to the ground. "You're it!" he chimed.

Spongebob got up and brushed himself off, and then helped Patrick up too. The starfish turned to see what Spongebob had been staring at.

"Who, what's that?" he asked, hiding partly behind his yellow friend.

"It's a pirate's ship!" Spongebob exclaimed, smiling.

"Oh goody, a pirate ship!" Patrick sing-songed. "I've never been in a real-live pirate ship before! Well come on, let's go!" he grabbed Spongebob by the wrist and ran toward the boat, finding a small entrance and barely managing to squeeze in.

"Wow!" Spongebob whispered, staring around. "Come on, let's see what we can find!" they went into the next room, gazing around in awe.

Little did they know, they were being followed.

Spongebob saw something glisten in the little light managing to make it on board. He picked up a four-pronged object. "Wow, this is neat!" he said, examining the object closely.

Patrick stared. "Yeah, but…what is it?"

Spongebob shrugged, pulling out a small black bag and putting the object inside. "I'll bet Gary knows, though!"

Spongebob picked up another object. It was hollow, with a little end, then a turn in the middle and a big end.

"S-S-S-Spongebob?" Patrick stuttered.

"I wonder what this is," Spongebob wondered aloud.

"Sp-Spongebob!" Patrick called, trying to get his friend's attention.

"Yeah buddy?" Spongebob turned around to see the skeleton of a man's body, sitting on the ground as if staring. He screamed in terror and ran behind Patrick.

Patrick pointed to another one, not too far off. At that point, they both screamed.

"Let's get out of here!" Spongebob shouted, stumbling toward their exit. The two ran nonstop in blind terror, until they arrived at Spongebob's pineapple, panting.

Spongebob chuckled. "Heh, guess-guess we showed them…" he said.

Patrick chuckled, too. "Yeah…"

Spongebob invited his friend in, and soon the two were seated in front of Gary the snail, their discoveries in hand. "Maybe you can tell us what these are, GareBear." Spongebob suggested. "You used to live on land."

"Meow." Sure, whatcha got?

Spongebob placed the pronged object in front of Gary. "What do you make of this?" he asked.

"Meow." Yup, that one's a dinglehopper. Land creatures use them to straighten out their hair.

Spongebob's countenance dropped slightly, but he was still smiling. "Well, so much for that," he joked. "Okay, so what's this?" he took out the hollow object.

"Meow, meow." That's a snarfblatt. Land creatures make music with those, it really is something!

Patrick looked confused. "A scarf-what?"

Spongebob's eyes grew wide, and he smacked a hand to his forehead. "Music, oh no!" he looked at his watch. "I was supposed to star in Mr. Krabs' talent show! He's going to rip my limbs off! I've gotta go, see you later, Gary!" Spongebob dashed out the front door, followed closely behind by Patrick.

What our worried friends did not know, was deep in the depths of the Chum Bucket, they were being monitored closely by none other than the nefarious Plankton. He cackled. "Yeah, you'd better run, you wouldn't want to miss Krabs' precious party!" he scoffed. "Party indeed. When I was in college, parties meant rock music, good food, and not to mention the ladies…"

The monitor went black, and a set of green eyes appeared. "Sheldon!"

Plankton recoiled. "Not that, you know, I'm not happy now!"

"Aha." The image of Spongebob and Patrick rushing toward the Krusty Krab reappeared.

"Don't call me that," Plankton muttered through clenched teeth, and then called "Manray! Dirty Bubble!"

The two henchmen appeared in the doorway.

"Keep a sharp eye on that barnacle-head sponge. He just may be the key element to my master plan," he laughed louder and louder, until he sent himself into a coughing fit.

Back at the Krusty Krab, Patrick watched in terror as Spongebob received a scolding from Mr. Krabs.

"What were you thinkin', boy?" Mr. Krabs reprimanded.

"Mr. Krabs, I'm sorry, I just kinda forgot…" Spongebob sniffled, not appreciating Krabs' sharp words.

"You forgot!" Krabs was steaming. "How could you be so careless, boy?"

"And reckless!" Squidward added. He leaned down to be eye level with the cowering Sponge. "The whole party was ruined because you're too barnacle-headed to show up! My one change—my last chance, at a good career, decent pay, and an actual life—ruined! Utterly destroyed! Now, everyone in Bikini Bottom thinks I'm just a big joke!"

"And worse!" Mr. Krabs interrupted. "Now, people are afraid that the food is as bad as the performance! I haven't had a single customer since!"

Spongebob's eyes started to tear up, and he looked as if he just wanted to run away and sob.

"But Mr. Krabs, he didn't do anything wrong!" Patrick interjected. "We were on our way to the Krusty Krab," Patrick's tone grew dramatic, and Spongebob covered his face with his hands. "When all of a sudden—BOOM!" he lunged at the un-expecting crab and octopus. "The Flying Dutchman! And he tried to eat us! But we got away! But then, that dumb old Gary came up, and started telling us a gazillion things, and we just had to—"

"Gary?" Mr. Krabs interrupted.

Patrick slapped his hand over his mouth, catching his mistake just a moment too late.

"You were headed toward land again, weren't you?!" Mr. Krabs seethed.

"No, I wasn't! I mean…maybe…" Spongebob took a step back, tripping backward into a chair.

Mr. Krabs loomed over him, pure anger in his eyes. "Oh Spongebob, how many times to I gotta tell ya? Those—those—monsters eat fish, that's us, for dinner!"

"But Mr. Krabs, they're not all monsters!" Spongebob retorted, his voice cracking.

"Oh, but they're dangerous! You remembered what happens with those hooks, don't you me boy?"

"Mr. Krabs I'm 19 years old! I'm not just a kid anymore!" Spongebob shouted.

"Don't talk to me like that!" Mr. Krabs boomed, sending Spongebob deeper into the chair. "As long as I'm yer boss, ye'll do what I say!"

Spongebob's lip quivered, as he tried to retort but instead broke into tears and darted into the kitchen to be alone.

"Humph, know-it-all," Squidward muttered from behind a magazine.

"Think I'm too strict with the boy?" Krabs asked his rude cashier, flopping himself down in a chair.

"Really Mr. Krabs, I don't actually care if you throw him out on the streets or keep his annoying yellow majesty here. But if you want my opinion, you should teach him who's in charge. No running off to play pirate when you have previous engagements. I'd keep him under a watchful eye 24-7."

"Of course," Krabs replied, thoughtfully.

"He should be properly disciplined."

"Yes…"

"Constantly supervised."

"Excellent idea, Mr. Squidward! You can start right now!" Mr. Krabs walked off to his office.

"Mr. Krabs!" Squidward threw his magazine onto the cash register. "Nuh-uh! No way am I going to watch an irritating, immature, no-good—" Squidward stopped short. On their way out of the back door, in the kitchen, were Spongebob and Patrick. "Hmm," he followed them, quietly, through a trapdoor in the floor of the kitchen, leading underground.

Squidward was shocked to see shelves lining the walls, covered in nets, hooks, glass jars, and all manner of surface paraphernalia. Patrick and Gary were playing with a shiny metal object, which Squidward recognized as a fork. Spongebob sat alone on a rock, looking depressed as he stared at the items lining the walls.

"Sponge, you okay?" Patrick asked.

Spongebob sighed. "Yeah, I suppose. It's just that," he huffed, standing up. "Mr. Krabs still thinks I'm a kid! I mean, he treats me like a baby, and—and…" his voice trailed off and a tear ran down his cheek. "It's just not fair."

"Well, I'll be sure Mr. Krabs sees about this," Squidward murmured to himself. He turned to leave, but upon doing so tripped over a fish net, and fell down to where the three were standing.

Spongebob jumped back. "Squidward!?" Spongebob wasn't sure whether to be angry, or to beg him not to tell Mr. Krabs about his hideout.

The irritated octopus stood up and dusted himself off. "Spongebob! What is all this junk?" he asked.

"It's…um…just a collection…" Spongebob stuttered.

"Oh, just a collection," Squidward said, sounding momentarily relieved. "Just wait 'till Mr. Krabs finds out about this!" he bellowed, waving his arms madly above his head.

"Wait Squidward, you're not gonna tattle on us…are you?" Patrick asked.

"Oh, please Squidward!" Spongebob begged. "Mr. Krabs would never understand!"

"Oh no you don't!" Squidward put a tentacle out in front of him, blocking out the heartbreaking face that Spongebob was making. He grabbed the little sponge's arm and began dragging him back toward the entrance. "You're gonna tell Mr. Krabs about this yourself!" Squidward said.

Spongebob dug his heels into the ground, trying to free himself from the octopus' grip. "Please Squidward!" he stopped resisting, though, when he saw a movement. "What was that?" he whispered, slipping his hand out of Squidward's.

"Sponge-bob!" Squidward shouted after the retreating figure.

But Spongebob didn't listen as he, Patrick, and Gary went toward the giant shadow looming above the water.

That will conclude chapter 1. I know it's kinda close to the other spin-off, but like I said before, I took a couple of ideas from there. Hope you're enjoying so far! Feedback is appreciated, like usual.

Meg