It was one o'clock in the morning. Spongebob was in bed. The day before was very hard, resulting in a weary, exhausted sponge. Suddenly out of nowhere, the sound of Patrick's laughter echoed through the room. Spongebob sprang out of his bed and called Patrick's name.
"Patrick?" called Spongebob. He had had little sleep and wasn't fully conscious. Again there was a giggle. What could he be hearing? He entered the main floor of his pineapple house, only to find Patrick fumbling through Spongebob's cabinets and refrigerator.
"What are you doing Patrick?"
"Nothing…" he replied.
"Did you really need to come over to my house and steal all of the food, when you could of just walked ten feet from your bed to the kitchen to eat?"
"Well, I wanted to see you."
"At 1:30 in the morning?" Spongebob exclaimed.
"Well why not."
Spongebob had had enough of Patrick. He was tired and needed to get to sleep.
"Get out." said Spongebob
"Fine…" Patrick replied.
After this encounter with Patrick, Spongebob returned to his bed where he got just enough sleep to be able to function at the Krusty Krab the next day.