Doughnuts
Patrick Ronald Star absolutely positively loved doughnuts.
They were his drugs, you could say.
His favorite kind were the ones that were drenched in that sugary glaze and squirted out the watery yet creamy white vanilla filling each time he took a bite.
He got very angry, however, when the doughnut shop owner informed him daily that he did not have enough money to purchase his favorite doughnut. And every day, Patrick would have to walk back down Scallop Street and on to Conch road to ask SpongeBob for one dollar and seventy-nine cents.
Today, however, he arrived at the shop to discover that his favorite doughnut was sold out. Tom, the cashier, told him that if he wanted one, he would have to go to the Bay of Bengal near India where they were manufactured.
Patrick thanked Tom and left for the Bikini Bottom airport.
He was going to get his doughnut.
