SpongeBob SquarePants: The Lost World Of The Sea Gods

Unlocks: July. 17 2025 (to honor the officially premiered on July 17, 1999)

Patchy the Pirate: Its Been Years…Now it seems like the right time for you to know the story of Spongebob Squarepants & the Lost Sea Gods!

Patchy the Pirate: Our Story Starts…

In the aroma of freshly grilled Krabby Patties usually clung to the air over Bikini Bottom like a comforting, greasy blanket

Today, however, a different scent permeated the ocean currents – one of ozone, ancient salt, and something profoundly… otherworldly.

Spongebob Squarepants, blissfully unaware of the impending paradigm shift, was in his element. He was mid-flip, a perfect patty soaring towards the ceiling of the Krusty Krab, when a low, resonant hum began to vibrate through the very bedrock of Bikini Bottom.

S.B: Gosh, Mr. Krabs," Spongebob chirped, his eyes wide

S.B: did we forget to pay the electric bill again? The lights are doing a funny sort of… shimmer!"

Mr. Krabs, counting a stack of dimes, barely looked up.

Mr.Krabs: Nonsense, lad! Probably just that cheap undersea cable shortin' out. Keep flippin'!

(But the shimmer intensified)

The Krusty Krab's ceiling began to glow with an impossible, opalescent light to the remodel mix of the closed down “Chum Bucket”.

The hum grew into a chorus of deep, sonorous tones that seemed to speak directly to the water itself.

Outside, Bikini Bottom's residents stopped in their tracks.

Patrick Star, halfway through a jellyfish jelly sandwich with extra everything , before dropped it.

Squidward Tentacles, polishing his clarinet, nearly swallowed his reed.

The Krusty Krab was not known for its structural integrity. More often than not, it listed slightly to the port side, the walls groaned like an old sea dog to the metal mixed into wood, and the unmistakable scent of grease and forgotten dreams hung heavy in the Krusty Krab.

(But today, a new aroma had joined the mix: dampness.)

Mr.Krabs: Spongebob!

(Mr. Krabs bellowed from his office, his voice echoing through the restaurant like a foghorn.)

Mr.Krabs: Get yer square pants down here, pronto! We got ourselves a little… situation.

Spongebob, who had been meticulously polishing a stray crumb on the counter, snapped to attention.

S.B: Aye aye, Mr. Krabs!

S.B: Is it a new Krabby Patty recipe? A super-secret cleaning mission? Or perhaps… a surprise visit from the Health Inspector, and I need to distract him with my freshest jokes?!"

Mr. Krabs emerged, scuttling towards the mop closet. "Even better, me boy! Free labor! We got a leak in the basement.

Mr. Krabs : A Small one, mind you, but every drop of water is a drop of me hard-earned money evaporatin'!

He wrestled a rusty wrench and a half-eaten roll of duct tape into Spongebob's eager appendages that made him feel as if it was 1787.

Mr. Krabs: Fix it! And don't come back till it's done!"

Spongebob, ever the optimist, beamed.

S.B: A leak! Oh, Mr. Krabs, you truly spoil me!

S.B: A chance to delve into the mysterious depths of the Krusty Krab's underbelly! I shall be the plumber's finest apprentice, the pipe-whisperer, the… the drip doctor!"

Armed with his meager tools and boundless enthusiasm, Spongebob descended the creaky wooden steps into the inky blackness of the Krusty Krab basement.

It smelled of forgotten fry grease, mildew, and something else… something ancient and salty, like the deep ocean itself.

S.B: Hello? Is anyone down here?" Spongebob chirped, his voice bouncing off the damp concrete walls.

S.B: Just little ol' Spongebob, coming to rescue you, leaky-pipe friend!"

He fumbled for the light switch, finding only a bare bulb in a box above that flickered weakly, casting long, dancing shadows.

The leak, as Mr. Krabs had described, was indeed small. A steady drip... drip... drip... resonated from a corroded pipe in the far corner.

Spongebob approached, humming a cheerful tune.

S.B: Alright, leaky friend," he whispered to the pipe. "Let's see what's got you so… drippy.

Mr. Krabs examined the pipe, helping Spongebob notice a hairline crack.

S.B: Hmm, a simple patch-up job over this rusty wrench!

S.B: Good thing I brought my trusty duct tape gun!

Spongebob excitedly began wrapping the pipe. But as the tape touched the crack, a strange thing happened. The drip changed. It became a trickle, then a pour, then a violent gush. The crack in the pipe began to widen, pulsating with an eerie blue light.

S.B: Whoa there, fella! Spongebob yelped, startled.

S.B: You're getting a bit ahead of yourself!

The light intensified below the basement, Spongebob could hear the swirling of a miniature whirlpool within the pipe, sucking in the surrounding water.

The sound escalated from a gush to a roaring vortex, like the ocean itself being pulled through a straw. The basement floor began to tremble.

"This is no ordinary leak!" Spongebob gasped, eyes wide with a mix of fear and wonder. "This is... this is a super-leak! A mega-drip! A... a portal?!"

The pipe burst completely, not with water, but with pure, undiluted light and the crushing sound of a thousand fathoms.

The swirling blue vortex expanded, consuming the entire corner of the “secret pool” underneath the basement.

It pulsed, drawing in dust, old crates, and finally, Spongebob himself. With a terrified but strangely exhilarated "

S.B: G-G-GEEESHHH, I wonder if Krab’s know!", he was yanked through the shimmering aperture.

He tumbled through an eternity of compressed bubbles and starlight, the familiar feeling of water replaced by something denser, more ancient.

Then, with a soft floop, he landed in a vast, ethereal realm.

It was unlike anything he'd ever seen. Oceans stretched into infinite horizons, not of water, but of pure, flowing starlight. Towering coral formations scraped against nebulas, and colossal, bioluminescent jellyfish drifted through cosmic dust.

The waters full with a deep, resonant chord, a silent song of creation to Spongebob eyes.

As he walked the halls of the “Lost Sea Gods”

Spongebob waved hello to everything he walked passed on his clueless solo tour of what was a lost city turnt museum.

And then Spongebob saw them once he finally entered the Sea Floor Of Judgement.

Titanic figures, shaped from the very fabric of the cosmos, moved with slow, deliberate grace. There was a being like a colossal, ancient whale, its eyes nebulae, its song the echo of the Big Bang.

Another, a starfish of unimaginable size, seemed to hold constellations in its many arms.

A kraken-like entity swirled with the power of supernovas, its tentacles forming entire galaxies.

These were the Sea Creature Gods, the primordial beings who had dreamed Bikini Bottom into existence.

Spongebob, shrinking to the size of a plankton in their presence, could only gape.

S.B: Oh... oh my kelp, he whispered, his voice trembling.

S.B: Are... are you... Lord Barnacle the Benevolent? Or perhaps, the Grand Emperor Gloop?

S.B: I'm Spongebob! From Bikini Bottom! And I believe I've accidentally stumbled into your living room trying to fix a leak!"

The colossal Whale-God slowly turned its immense head, its voice a rumble that vibrated through Spongebob's very pores. "

Whale-God: Mortal... you have torn the veil."

S.B: The...the veil? Spongebob squeaked.

S.B: Oh, dear, was it made of those nice, sheer curtains? Mr. Krabs will be furious about the cleaning bill!

The Starfish-God extended a luminescent arm, a galaxy swirling in its palm.

Whale-God: Your world's disrepair has breached our own, A fissure in the fabric of existence, born from neglect and... cheap plumbing."

Spongebob felt a wave of shame!

S.B: Oh, that sounds just like Mr. Krabs!

S.B: He always buys the cheapest pipes. But don't worry, I'm a professional! I've got a duct tape gun, a trusty wrench, and a heart full of sponge-power! (He brandished his tools proudly)

The Kraken-God rumbled, a sound like a distant thunderstorm.

Kraken-God: Your simple tools are naught against the unraveling.

Whale-God: This temporal tear... it siphons our essence.

Spongebob looked from the divine beings back to the pulsating portal, which still shimmered down the hall of where he stood, listening to the Sea Gods.

While connecting this cosmic realm to the grimy Krusty Krab basement. He saw why they needed help. Their world, for all its majesty, was slowly being drained, a tiny cosmic drip, all because of Mr. Krabs's penny-pinching.

S.B: I understand!" Spongebob declared, a sudden spark of resolve in his eyes.

S.B: You need the leak fixed! And Spongebob Squarepants is just the sponge for the job!

He took a deep breath, channeled all his naive optimism and sheer will, before walking away from the Sea Gods, back to the shimmering tear. Sponge bob took one final look at EVERYTHING!

He held up his rusty wrench. "With the power of friendship and proper pipe-sealing techniques, I shall mend this tear in the fabric of the universe!

Walking back he saw sea creatures locked behind glass walls, On his tour back to the vortex…

Sponge bob stops at the beginning of the final hall before the swirling vortex…

Spongebob not trying to fix it, but to absorb it, to feel its energy. He concentrated, focusing all his pure, unadulterated essence of helpfulness and joy into the task.

The gods watched, curiously in the darkness?

Spongebob, oblivious to the cosmic powers he was unknowingly tapping into with his foot falling into a old can, Spongebob just thought of it all as a really, really tough plumbing job.

He pictured the pipe whole again, no more dripping, no more cosmic siphoning.

As Spongebob exerted himself, a strange thing happened?

The boundless optimism pouring from him combined with the raw power of the gods to create a stabilizing effect.

The vortex began to shimmer, not shrinking violently, but gently, like a closing eye.

The ancient, draining sound began to subside.

"Almost... almost got it... just a little more... SPONGE POWER!" With a final, triumphant yell, Spongebob pulled his arm back.

The portal snapped shut with a soft, final pop.

All that remained was a faint, iridescent glow where it had been, and a perfectly sealed, if slightly glowing, pipe.

The Whale-God rumbled, a sound that now resonated with approval.

Whale-God: The void is mended. Your... essence... is indeed potent, small one.

The Starfish-God projected an image into Spongebob's mind: a perfect, shimmering Krabby Patty, made of starlight and ocean mist.

Starfish-God: A gift. For your efforts

Whale-God: May your world's 'Krusty Krab' know true sustenance.

Before Spongebob could even ask them another question, the floor beneath him began to grow in a swirling twist by the power of the Sea gods.

Kraken-God: Go forth, little repairman. Our realm is safe. For now.!

Spongebob was being pushed back up to where he came from with only the sight of bubbles…

With another soft floop after compete exit!

Spongebob was back in the Krusty Krab basement?

The light bulb still flickered weakly…

Mr. Krabs's demanding voice echoed from upstairs. And the pipe, perfectly sealed, still had a faint, ethereal glow.

Spongebob himself felt strangely invigorated, humming with a cosmic energy.

Mr. Krabs: Spongebob!

Mr. Krabs: What's takin' so long down there?!

Mr. Krabs: Did ya fix it or did ya make it worse?!

Mr. Krabs's head poked down the stairwell?…Spongebob scrambled up, beaming!

S.B: Oh, Mr. Krabs! It's fixed! And you won't BELIEVE what happened!

S.B: I went through a portal! To the Sea Of Creature & Gods world!

S.B: They were huge! And made of stars! And they said thank you! And they gave me this!

He held up his hand, expecting to see the glowing Krabby Patty, but instead, only a tiny, perfectly formed, iridescent barnacle pulsed in his palm.

Mr. Krabs squinted at the barnacle, then at the glowing pipe.

Mr. Krabs: A portal? Sea Gods? What in Davy Jones' locker are ya yammerin' about, boy?

Mr. Krabs: You hit your head on a pipe, didn't ya? And what in Neptune's name is that glowin' thing?

He swatted the barnacle from Spongebob's hand.

Mr. Krabs: Looks like some kinda fancy dust?

Mr. Krabs: Never mind that! Is the leak actually fixed?

Mr. Krabs: No more water bill surprises?"

Spongebob looked back at the glowing pipe, then at the empty spot where the barnacle had been.

S.B: Yes, Mr. Krabs! Fixed! Completely!

Mr. Krabs grunted, already scuttling back to the register.

Mr. Krabs: Good! Now get back to work!

Mr. Krabs: Those patties ain't gonna flip themselves!…NO BACK TO THE KITCHEN and make me my money.

Spongebob sighed, a pang of wonder in his spongey heart if…No one would ever believe him?

As he walked back upstairs, a tiny, almost imperceptible drip... echoed from the corner of the basement!

A new leak had appeared, just a tiny one, a hairline crack in the other wall, softly pulsating with an almost imperceptible starlight.

The universe, it seemed, always found a way to share its secrets with Bikini Bottom's most enthusiastic fry cook and Spongebob was more happy to know he would always be chosen.

SpongeBob SquarePants: The Return Back To The Lost Sea Of Gods!

Vol.2 Unlocks: August 21. 2025 (In honor Of Stephen McDannell Hillenburg Birthday)