I want to finish up my other stories and yet I keep writing more new stories. At this rate I’m going to have like 10 stories uncompleted. Anyway, here we go. I don’t own SpongeBob. A young seven year old whale named Pearl was playing with her new dollhouse her father had bought her for her birthday. She loved her daddy, he was the only family she had. Pearl looked around the corner into the kitchen. She saw her father tapping on a calculator, and writing down things. He didn’t look real happy. Her father had told her about what he was doing, it was called paying bills and taxes. “I don’t know.”