My name is Carol Lijáah and I'm twenty years old. My favorite show is Spongebob Squarepants. A show that has been running for twenty years. The show has eleven seasons. They had started the eleventh season last year in 2018 in March. I should know since I had worked on the five part special of Spongebob. I was hired in February on the 26th. I picked Spongebob and I met the creator of the show, Stephen Spielberg. I had thirty people that worked on the animation team.
It was lunch break and I only had five more hours of work. I was talking to my friend, Sammy Gerald who was voice acting a new main character, Tyrone Squarepants, the long lost brother of Spongebob. I was watching the six episode of the fourth season. Then, we all heard screaming. Mrs. Jefferson came out with a pale face. Her brown hair was sticking up, as if she rubbed a balloon all over her hair. I got off of YouTube and called 911.
"Hello?" The operator asked.
"My name is Carol Lijáah and a woman just entered Nickelodeon studios cafeteria and her face is all pale!" I said.
"Ok, what's her name?" The operator asked. I then looked on her name.
"Nicki Jefferson," I replied.
"Ok, I have a ambulance on the way," The operator said.
After they got Mrs. J into the ambulance, I went back to work. Even though I couldn't get Mrs. J's half-dead pale face out of my mind. I knew Sammy couldn't ether. The clock ticked 1:44 p.m and the others came back from lunch or outside. I started to draw the background for Tyrone's house. I just finished his door when I heard Mr. Stephen say we had a early release.
