The Krusty Krab Fire Drill

One Monday morning, Mr. Krabs called an emergency meeting at the Krusty Krab. SpongeBob and Squidward gathered around as Mr. Krabs unrolled a large poster showing a cartoon fire extinguisher.

"Listen up, boys!" Mr. Krabs announced seriously. "Last week we had a small grease fire in the kitchen. Nothing major, but the fire inspector says we need proper fire safety training!"

"A fire safety class?" SpongeBob's eyes lit up. "That sounds important!"

"Ugh," Squidward groaned. "More pointless training. I've worked here for years and we've never had a real problem."

"That's because we were lucky!" Mr. Krabs said. "Now pay attention. Sandy Cheeks has agreed to teach us proper fire safety procedures."

Sandy walked in wearing a firefighter helmet and carrying a bag of safety equipment.

"Howdy, y'all! Today we're gonna learn how to prevent fires and what to do if one starts. First rule: always keep flammable materials away from heat sources."

SpongeBob pulled out a notepad and started taking notes. "Flammable... away... from... heat. Got it!"

Squidward yawned and stared out the window.

"Second rule," Sandy continued, "know where your fire extinguishers are and how to use them. Remember: Pull, Aim, Squeeze, Sweep - that's P.A.S.S.!"

"P.A.S.S.!" SpongeBob repeated, writing it down carefully. "Pull, Aim, Squeeze, Sweep!"

Squidward was now filing his tentacles, not paying attention at all.

"And most important," Sandy said seriously, "if there's a fire alarm, treat it like a real fire every single time. No exceptions!"

"Every single time!" SpongeBob nodded enthusiastically.

"Whatever," Squidward muttered.

After the training, Sandy announced, "Alright, we're gonna do a practice fire drill tomorrow. When you hear the alarm, everyone exit calmly through the front door and meet at the designated safe spot."

The next day, SpongeBob arrived at work early, reviewing his fire safety notes. Squidward shuffled in late, looking bored.

"Remember, today's the fire drill!" SpongeBob said excitedly.

"Oh please," Squidward scoffed. "It's just a silly practice. Nothing's actually going to happen."

SpongeBob was cooking Krabby Patties when he accidentally dropped his spatula. As he bent down to pick it up, his elbow bumped the stove dial, turning one burner to maximum heat. A dish towel hanging nearby started to smolder.

Suddenly, the fire alarm went off - WOOP WOOP WOOP!

"Fire drill!" SpongeBob announced. But then he smelled something burning and turned around to see real flames coming from the dish towel!

"Oh no! It's a REAL fire!" SpongeBob gasped.

He remembered Sandy's training immediately. "P.A.S.S.! Pull, Aim, Squeeze, Sweep!"

But in his panic, SpongeBob grabbed the fire extinguisher incorrectly and sprayed foam everywhere except on the fire.

Meanwhile, Squidward heard the alarm and rolled his eyes.

"Another fake drill," he said, casually walking around. "How boring."

"SQUIDWARD!" SpongeBob yelled. "It's REAL! There's a real fire!"

"Sure there is, SpongeBob," Squidward said sarcastically, not even looking. "I'm sure it's very realistic."

The fire had now spread to a nearby menu board and was getting bigger. Squidward finally turned around and saw actual flames.

"Oh," Squidward said, his eyes widening. "That IS real."

But instead of following the evacuation procedure, Squidward panicked and ran toward the kitchen - the wrong direction.

"SQUIDWARD, NO!" SpongeBob shouted. "Sandy said to exit through the front door!"

Squidward wasn't listening. He ran right past the growing fire, and a burning piece of the menu board fell onto his shirt, setting it on fire!

"AHHHHH!" Squidward screamed, running in circles. "I'M ON FIRE! I'M ON FIRE!"

Just then, Sandy burst through the front door wearing her full firefighting gear.

"Squidward, STOP, DROP, and ROLL!" Sandy commanded.

But Squidward was too panicked to remember, so Sandy tackled him gently to the ground and rolled him across the floor, putting out the flames on his shirt.

Meanwhile, Sandy grabbed the fire extinguisher from SpongeBob and properly used it to put out the kitchen fire.

WHOOOOSH! The foam covered the flames, and within seconds, the fire was out.

Everyone stood outside the Krusty Krab, catching their breath. Squidward's shirt was charred and smoking, with a big burned hole in the back.

"Is everyone okay?" Mr. Krabs asked worriedly.

"I'm fine," SpongeBob said. "But I'm so sorry, Mr. Krabs! I accidentally started the fire during the drill!"

"And I'm... mostly fine," Squidward said, looking at his ruined shirt. "Except for my favorite work shirt. And my pride."

"Squidward," Sandy said firmly but kindly, "if you'd been paying attention during training, you would've known to evacuate through the front door and to stop, drop, and roll if you caught fire."

"I know," Squidward admitted quietly. "I thought the training was stupid. I was wrong."

"We all make mistakes," Sandy said. "The important thing is learning from them. SpongeBob accidentally started a fire, but he tried to use what he learned. You didn't take it seriously, and you put yourself in danger."

"You're right," Squidward sighed. "I should have listened."

"Can we do the training again?" SpongeBob asked. "I want to practice using the fire extinguisher the right way!"

"Me too," Squidward added, looking at his burned shirt. "Clearly I need it."

And so, the next day, Sandy ran another fire safety training session. This time, both SpongeBob AND Squidward paid very close attention.

And Squidward never ignored safety training again.

The End.