Hook, line, and sinker

Spongebob finally sat on one of the biggest hooks yet. He felt himself getting pulled up and up and up, as he looked down, however, he noticed that there was some sort of party happening nearby, and suddenly, he got a terrible feeling. He could feel the hook adjusting itself and he felt himself get a little bit lower, but having no other choice, Spongebob jumped down.

When he reached the bottom, he felt an upwards pull. He looked behind and his eyes bulged out of his sockets as he saw that the hook was in his pants, again!

Patrick was nowhere in sight, and he didn’t know what to do, so he did the one thing he knew he could do, he ran to the party and began screaming for help.

“Help me! Please! Someone help! I’m hooked! I’m hooked!” Spongebob yelled, waving his hands and running right into the party of girls with Pearl and her friends.

He gulped as the music stopped and everyone turned to look at him. “Oh my God,” Pearl laughed. “Again, Spongebob? Didn’t you learn from last year?”

“I...” Spongebob said. “Please, please help me. I’ll do anything! I don’t want to die!”

“I think there’s only one thing you can do, Spongebob,” Pearl said, as the girls all stared in anticipation.

Spongebob gulped, his eyes bulged as he realized history was repeating itself. What was he to do? He couldn’t just take his pants off... not in front of all of these....girls! He figured maybe he should try to run off, but as he tried, he found himself stuck in one place, unable to move.