A/N: sorry for making my readers wait for the updates of my stories…I can't seem to write…so here goes something for y'all…
DISCLAIMER: I don't own anything…nada…
Closing Time at the Krusty Krab
Oneshot
Mister Krabs was in his office happily counting earnings for the day. Spongebob was mopping the floor waiting for the hour that they would be free to go. Squidward was reading the latest issue of Interpretative Dance Quarterly, looking bored. And Patrick was sitting at one of the tables waiting for Spongebob.
There was silence…(which of course suited Squidward very well)
Then Spongebob asked a question to the waters.
"When a doctor doctors a doctor, does the doctoring doctor doctor the doctor the way the doctored doctor wants to be doctored or does the doctoring doctor doctor the doctor the was the doctoring doctor wants to doctor the doctor?"
Squidward wasn't exactly curious to hear the answer, but was forced to put down his magazine anyway when Spongebob's eternally optimistic face loomed near his face.
"Stop it!" he whacked his co-worker. "I don't wanna know about your stupid doctor!"
Spongebob skidded on the floor and stopped at Patrick's feet. "Do you know?"
"That's an easy question silly…" he went into his rare I-am-smart mode. "The doctoring doctor doctors the doctor the way the doctoring doctor wants to doctor the doctor, not the way the doctored doctor wants to be doctored."
Spongebob sat up, his smile was wide as Patrick looked smug.
"Oh…I see…"
Squidward ignored it all.
The End!
A/N: flame me it you want to…