Spongebob sat in the kitchen in his house, in the fetal position, crying. He had just been yelled at by mister crabs. The old man was hard on him, and he didn't take it personally often. But this time was different. Squidward had played a prank on Mr. Krabs, and Spongebob was blamed. Gary asked him what happened.

FLASHBACK

It was Sunday, and squidward was "working". He was always worked on weekends, by that old dog Krabs. Squidward was in Mr. Krabs office. Mr. Krabs was out for awhile, probably kissing his money and rocking it to sleep. The old man had horrible OCD, but Spongebob still liked him. At least, usually. Mr. Krabs had been treating him like an idiot lately, and he wasn't liking it. He had been sulking lately, and muttered curses under his breath when Mr. Krabs came around. Anyways, Squidward was in Krabs' office, setting up a prank. He had filled up a bucket of water and put it on top of the door. He had also rigged another trap, a dollar on a string. It was right next to the door. When Mr. Krabs tried to get it, Squidward would lead him to his pranking doom. It was complete.

Mr. Krabs came in the Krusty Krab, unaware of the pranks awaiting him. He opened his office door, and a bucket of water fell on him! He cursed under his breath. Suddenly, he noticed a dollar. He bent down to pick it up, but it flew away from him. He chased it. A few minutes later, he was on the sidewalk of Conch St. He walked over to it, and realised his foot was caught in a rope! It tighjtened up, and a water melon fell on top of his head. "GOD FRIKN DAMN IT! WHAT THE FRIK!" Mr. Krabs shouted at the top of his lungs. Spongebob happened to be in the neighborhood. "YOU! WHY THE FRIKN HELCK DID YOU DO THIS TO ME! YOU RUINED MY DAMN DAY YOU LITTLE JERK!!!" Mr. Krabs roared at him. "What-what are you talking about?" Spongebob cringed in fear. "YOU KNOW WHAT I'M TALKING ABOUT! NOW GET THE HELL OUT OF MY SIGHT!" The poor Sponge ran off, sick to his stomach.

END FLASHBACK

Spongebob tod Gary. The nail comforted him and went back to watch it's soaps. Spongebob wept for awhile longer, and in 20 minutes his tears were gone. He sat at the table, preparing a rope to hang himself. He was extremely sick, physically and mentally. He got the rope hung and stood up on the chair.

All of a sudden, Sandy burst in the room and stopped him! "Oh you poor little critter..." She said and he fainted. She took him over to her treedome and nursed him back to help, secretly enjoying the time with him.

FOUR MONTHS LATER

It was spring, and Spongebob was sitting in therapy. Roughly 20 minutes later, he left and sat in Sandy's picnic table. She had been really nice the past few months. Well, she was always nice. Spongebob was considering possible new carreer options... A plumber...?

SPONGEBOB'S IMAGINATION

Spongebob was driving to a residental family's home, the Brindos. He arrived at the house and went inside. "So, what kinda problem do ya got's yerself here?" He asked Mr. Brindo. "Well, our toilet is cloogong up whenever we turn our sink on." Mr. Brindo told Spongebob. "I'll get on it." He said and bent down to the sink, his crack showing. The man went to wash off his eyeballs, screaming "My eyes!!!" Spongebob ignored him. After much plumbing and such, Spongebob was finished. He drove off in his plumber truck to his trailer.

"Ew." He said to himself.