Bing Maps 
SpongeBob grabbed the notebook. He didn’t fight it. He added to it. He wrote one sentence in the glowing book: “ And then, they all worked together and made the best Krabby Patty ever, right there on the pirate ship. ”
The gang was hopeless. Sandy’s lasso snapped. Squidward’s clarinet solo was so bad it actually healed the seagull’s jetpack. Patrick tried to distract Burger Beard by showing him his belly button.
He looked at Patrick. Patrick, even as a pickle, gave him a goofy, confused thumbs-up.
The notebook exploded in a shower of glitter. Burger Beard’s ship turned into a giant, floating Krabby Patty. The seagull became a napkin. And the formula? It didn’t return to the book. It returned to SpongeBob’s heart.
SpongeBob felt his arms shrivel. “No! He’s rewriting us!”
