 There was at a time a lost episode of SpongeBob SquarePants that never saw the light of day. It was called, Colorless. The episode begins in Bikini Bottom, the sun rose over the pineapple under the sea, casting its warm glow over the colorful buildings and quirky inhabitants. Squidward tentacles stirred from his slumber, reluctantly starting another day in the chaotic world of SpongeBob SquarePants. As Squidward trudged through his morning routine, he couldn't shake a strange feeling of a knees that settled in the pit of his stomach. Something was off, but he couldn't quite put his tentacle on it. With a heavy sigh, he stepped out of his house and onto the street. To his shock, SpongeBob and Patrick, usually vibrant in their colorful glory, appeared gray stale, devoid of their usual brightness. Squidward blinked, rubbed his eyes, but the monochrome image persisted. His heart raced as he stumbled backward, a wave of fear washing over him. SpongeBob! Patrick! Squidward called out, but his voice trembled with uncertainty. The gray stale duo turned towards him, their expressions blank and lifeless, devoid of the joy and excitement that usually defined them. Squidward's instincts screamed at him to flee, and without another word, he turned and ran. He dashed through the streets of Bikini Bottom, the world around him growing more desaturated with every passing moment. The once lively colors drained away, leaving behind a bleak and dreary landscape. Seeking refuge, Squidward burst into the crusty crab, only to find Mr. Crab's Sandy and the rest of the regular customers all in gray stale as well. Panic seized Squidward as he stumbled backward, his breath's coming in shallow gasps. Just as he turned to flee, a mysterious figure stepped out of the shadows. Unlike inform, but with another worldly aura, the figure's eyes gleamed with an unsettling light. You will shine us. The figure intoned, its voice echoing like a distant whisper. Squidward recoiled, his heart hammering in his chest as the figure lunged towards him. The world around him dissolved into darkness, and the screen faded to black as Squidward's anguished scream echoed through the void. When the image returned, Squidward stood alone, his once colorful form now drained of its vibrancy. He was gray stale, just like the others, a puppet in whatever twisted reality had ensnared him. The episode ended, leaving viewers with a chilling sense of a knees and a haunting question. What lurked beyond the colorful facade of bikini bottom, waiting to claim those who dared to wander too far from the safety of their homes?