Chapter Three

Sandy was out on another business trip so Spongebob was all alone with only Gary and family. If anyone knew Spongebob, they'd know he's not really the one to sit inside all day and do anything. In fact, Spongebob had specifically planned to hang out with Patrick today. Sandy would be gone and Patrick would be off work.

Spongebob was going to visit Patrick in his home in the Suburbs. The home was small, but that was okay since he lived all alone anyways. Occasionally Patrick would have to watch his niece Patrice, who was the worst. She had no friends at school, but it wasn't really poor Patrice's fault. She was really desperate for attention, and although she had a pretty face, she was too outgoing and willing to do anything. She was a nuisance at home, and she ran all around the place like she was eating gallons of sugar.

Spongebob didn't drive, for he still couldn't get his license. Even through fame, Mrs. Puff wouldn't let him get a license. Mrs. Puff didn't teach anymore though. She'd gone crazy and begun to worship Satan, thus a series of weird events which ended in some cooked tilapia seasoned like popcorn. Spongebob always claimed that Mrs. Puff was innocent and tried to get her out of prison multiple times, but his efforts were wasted. He refused to be taught by anyone else.

So Spongebob would have to walk to Patrick's house, as he walked everywhere, no matter where he went. He sung a merry little tune while he sprinted towards his best buddy's home. Patrick's house was a standard house. All the houses in the Suburbs looked alike. They were all square and painted white. The roof was tall and pointy. There were always two stories and beautiful little windows that revealed the standard beauty laid out inside.

Spongebob could remember a time when Patrick used to live under a rock. It was an ordinary rock of course, but it was his rock. All big and brown and full of sediment. Spongebob had so much memory with that rock, but the rock had withered away in erosion. Spongebob's pineapple home was the most unique house in all of Bikini Bottom. But his pineapple had gone bad, and it was time for a new house and a bigger one. Once he got married to Sandy, he had to get a home big enough to fit all her technological gear. It also needed to be able to leak out water when Sandy was alone and wanted to breathe fresh air. Spongebob would give away everything for Sandy.

Patrick's home was within a few feet away from where Spongebob was standing. He didn't bother to knock on the door. Spongebob had a key, and he let himself into the home without saying a word. Inside of the home was a mess! It was messier then usual that is. That could only mean one thing though...

"Patrice?!" Patrick screamed through the house, as if he was trying to find her. There were stains in the walls and stains in the carpet. The house had odor that could only be described as rotten. The refrigerator door was swung wide open and the television was on high volume. Patrick was on the stairs looking for Patrice while she swung on a chandelier.

"WHOO HOO!" Patrice yelled in her squeaky voice that was completely opposite to Patrick's.

"Oh my gosh! Patrick!" Spongebob yells as he sees the chandelier swinging right at him. Patrice's food barely misses him and Spongebob screeches in fear.

"Hi Mr. Squarepants!" Patrice greets Spongebob informally.

"Heheh...Hi Patrice!" Spongebob titters.

"Patrice get down from there before the chandelier breaks and you get hur-" Patrick stops right when he hears a snapping sound and the chandelier thuds.

WEEWOOWEEWOO!

Patrick laughs idiotically, clapping his hands together like a seal. "It's a circus!" He exclaims, but Spongebob doesn't seem amused.

"Your sister's going to kill you Patrick!" Spongebob screams, remembering how horrific Patrick's sister is.

"Relax, Spongebob... We'll just take her to the hospital, it's not like she has any broken bones."

But when the two went to the hospital, they found out something shocking. "Poor Patrice has been paralyzed." The doctor explains. "She'll have to live life in a wheelchair until her last days..." Patrick screams, thinking of the horror his sister will do to him.

"Spongebob, what do I do?"

"I don't know! You're the professor! Why don't you switch it to Wumbo?" Spongebob suggests, wanting no part in the horror games.

"That's genius!" Patrick commends. But Spongebob wasn't too sure of that. When Patrick's sister came back to see her poor daughter paralyzed for life, she wouldn't be happy. Patrice could barely speak!

"Say something Patrice..." Spongebob asked but Patrice didn't say anything. Spongebob could've sworn that the height wasn't that high. She fell from the second floor and onto the paralytic hardwood floor. Spongebob squirmed thinking of all the pain Patrice was in.

"I'm sorry Patrick, but I cannot help you with this! Your sister's a monster and I don't want any blame or part of such a disastrous accident." Spongebob explains, right before leaving.

"Nah, don't worry about it pal!" Patrick encourages. "I'll be fine!"

But Spongebob didn't believe that. Of course, better Patrick than him. So Spongebob scurried off and out of the hospital thinking, "I'm ready! I'm ready! I'm ready to go!"