Sponge was sitting in the rain, soaking in all the sadness in the world. he wanted to cry, but instead he choked. he envisioned his love on his stache in which he would ride, but broken he was deep inside.

his brothers had forgotten him, the princess had left him. but he still had a small glimmer of hope -- maybe dreams DO come true...

maybe.

maybe they would shout his name.

maybe he would find his fame!...

...

but orange is a lonely color.

and being a sponge, he thought... fyoo-king sucks.