110 likes | 698 Views
Spongebob’s Halloween Shindig. By Hannah Gelb and Eir Nordeen. It was a pale eve in Bikini Bottom In October the month of Autumn. The fish-folk there were gathering For some serious partying To celebrate All Hallow’s Night With crazy costumes of delight.
E N D
Spongebob’s Halloween Shindig By Hannah Gelb and Eir Nordeen
It was a pale eve in Bikini Bottom In October the month of Autumn. The fish-folk there were gathering For some serious partying To celebrate All Hallow’s Night With crazy costumes of delight. Under the full moon did they assemble Faces flushed and bodies trembled With excitement for the night’s events At Spongebob’s place of residence.
Among the guests, Sandy Cheeks stood bold In a flapper’s gown of glittering gold. Covered in sequins and jewels she danced, Whirling, twirling to the music she pranced. Eventually she had to rest Saying, “A glass of punch would be best.” But the feisty squirrel was not done She busted out the karate just for fun And terrorized the others until Spongebob told her to be still.
Squidward was late-no surprise there. Trying to hide that he had no hair, Dressed as Satan was he with a toupee of black No one had the heart to tell him it looked like crap. He shamefully brought his clarinet along, And was just about to burst into a song Of terrible sound, there can be no doubt Luckily Spongebob knew enough to shout Just as the instrument touched Squidward’s lips The sponge yelled out, “Anyone want chips?”
Now, Mrs. Puff was a curious sight Masquerading as a mermaid was she that night Quite small was her costume of shimmery green With her large bod she was not quite fit to be seen. But in self-confidence she was the master And not one would deny that she could dance faster Than any while grooving to the YMCA. Clearly however, it was not her day For she accidentally was tripped in the room And puffed to the ceiling like a hot-air balloon.
Standing by the platters of food Patrick Star was in a good mood. Scarfing down snacks as fast as he could In a garment of orange he sure did look good. For as a pumpkin he was aptly dressed He did all he could to looks his best. After a while his stomach was hurting So scared he was it was gonna be bursting Running in circles all in a panic He finally passed out in Spongebob’s hammock.
Mr. Krabs, the lover of money Appeared in a costume that was quite funny Although a bit plain, it read boldly on the chest: “Hello! I work for the I.R.S.” Slyly he did pick up dropped and loose change After a while he had quite a large range Of pennies, nickels, quarters and dimes However, he later would pay for his crimes When the tricked party-goers examined their pockets They screamed they would rip Krabs’ arms from the sockets.
One guest came through a crack in the wall Plankton of course, for he was quite small. But an inch high, the one-eyed villain was scheming Not a day went by when he wasn’t dreaming Of how he would make the Krusty Krab his own. But since for the night his cover was blown, He ventured to ask a dance of Sandy Who unfortunately mistook him for candy. And threw him into a bowl of starbursts So stunned was Plankton he simply cursed.
When Pearl arrived, everyone knew She was roughly the size of a three ton canoe. But she was not going to let her girth get in the way Of shaking up the dance floor at spongebob’s partay. The hip young whale led the electric slide While showing off her sparkly dress that was dyed A deep purple, as most royalty wear For she was robed as a young princess most fair. Sadly, she was in such an excited state Crushed she some guests with her considerable weight.
And now the host! What was Spongebob doing While all the trouble amongst his friends was brewing? Dressed as a present with bright color strands The sponge had grown tired of his own party plans And retired to the pastures of jellyfish fields To see the number of jellys the night would yield With his trusty jelly-fishing net in his hand He could not for the life of him understand Why he hadn’t thought of making the party here Under the sea-sky with the stars shining clear.
Late next afternoon the party-goers awoke After some coffee they languidly spoke Amongst themselves about the night’s affairs And eventually left in threes and pairs. Upon returning home Spongebob found His home empty but with plenty of trash on the ground. He decided to shirk his fry-cooking duties Just one day to find any leftover goodies. As he was cleaning, he couldn’t help but worry If the others expected him to host the Christmas party.