"I'mmmmmmmmmm Readddddyy! I'm ready! I'm ready! I'm Ready." SpongeBob ran out of his pine apple house, joyful as usual, until he saw his parents coming his way.
"Mom? Dad? What are you doing here?"
"Oh SpongeBob that's right, we didn't tell you." His mother walked towards him.
Mean while… Squidward held his tentacles to his ears, annoyed by SpongeBob's voice.
"Do he have to say that everyday?" Squidward sighed.
He pulled out his clarinet from underneath his nightstand.
"Ahhh nothing like a little soothing music." He began to play. Every note was off tune and loud as usual.
His neighbor, Patrick, was underneath his rock awaiting for SpongeBob's arrival.
Patrick sat there on his sandy couch watching TV, which was off. He had a long drool coming down his mouth and that duuhhhhh facial expression.
"It's twelve o'clock. SpongeBob should be here." Patrick looked at his watch, which was obviously drawn on him with a crayon.
Twenty minutes later… Patrick continued staring at his watch.
An hour later…Patrick took one last look at his crayon watch and stood up.
"I think I'll go SpongeBob's house." Patrick popped up from underneath his rock and ran straight to his best friend's house.
SpongeBob sat on his chair with a sad look on his face.
Patrick bust the door down and ran inside SpongeBob's pineapple. He noticed that his buddy was rather sad.
"Hey SpongeBob, what's the matter?"
"Oh Patrick, I'm sad."
"I got an idea! Lets get naked!"
"No Patrick, not now."
"Well, why are you sad?"
SpongeBob sighed. "It's complicated, you wouldn't understand."
"SpongeBob, I'm the most complicated guy in the sea."
"Ok. The reason why I didn't call or go to your rock today is because…"