"Bahahahaha" SpongeBob laughed as he leant out his porthole window "What a b-e-a-u-tiful day! The sun is shining. The clams are chirping. And the squid-diddily-did-ward is still asleep. I really wonder about people who can manage to snooze on such a lovely morning." SpongeBob hopped down from the window "If only someone could show him the beauty of being an early riser...". SpongeBob's brow furrowed and his eyes narrowed as he committed himself deeply to the thought of answering his own question. "Ah!" he exclaimed as a light bulb suddenly appear over his head, "I know! I'll ask Patrick! He always knows what to do in these situations!"
"Oh!" a deep voice then bellowed behind SpongeBob as he turned to face the direction it came from.
"I know! You should ask Patrick, he always knows what do in these situations!"
SpongeBob turned to face the round-bellied starfish holding a light bulb. "Oh, wait..." Patrick paused "I'm Patrick".
"Patrick!" SpongeBob exclaimed "However did you arrive when I needed you so quickly?". "Hmm" Patrick thought "Well my parents always did say I was like a boomerang: I always came back to them when they tried to throw me out."
SpongeBob's facial response was a mix of pity and confusion as he was trying to understand whether Patrick was joking or was quoting something that his parents actually said. Playing it safe, SpongeBob let out a nervous chuckle before moving away from the topic of child abuse and endangerment.
"A-any way" SpongeBob continued as he tried to shift his expression and tone to his usual light-hearted one "I was thinking...Patrick, ol' buddy, that Squidward sure likes to sleep through mornings doesn't he?"
"Well yeah, he's always working at the Krusty Krab. If I was working, I'd be sleeping alllll the time. Oh wait... I do sleep all the time..."
SpongeBob decided not to ask Patrick how exactly he paid his rent if he didn't work, but the answer, like Patrick's home life as a child, was just another mystery that SpongeBob wasn't sure safe to explore, so he continued as if not hearing the last sentence.
"Hmmm. You've got a point there, buddy. Squidward is an awfully-hard worker. Maybe we should find a way to make him feel more relaxed. After all, he tries so hard to play wonderful music for us every day!"
Patrick looked confused "That's music? I thought he just liked to scrape chalk on a board"
"Its insightful artistic interpretations like that that assure me I come to the right man when I need advice. Thanks Patrick!"
"No problem, buddy!"