The broken vases, cardboard boxes, and multicolored trash bags formed an unidentifiable aggregate that felt as if it continued unto infinity. Like a worm, he wriggled through the ocean of refuse, careful not to cut himself on shards of glass bottles as he used a metal shower rod to dig forward into the garbage. Even still, he nicked himself more than a few times. It could have been much worse, though. Without the headlamps Krabs gave him, he would have no idea where he was going and was likely to injure himself more than a nick.

"We're almost there, boyo" Krabs squealed

Squidward was certain Krabs had no idea where they were going, so he didn't bother asking. Instead he decided to ask "Where did you get these headlamps?" a question he knew which was equally as pointless as the one he hadn't asked since SpongeBob usually inexplicably materialized items they needed whenever they needed it. So, when Krabs responded how Squidward expected him to, he wasn't all that surprised. Beyond that, he didn't really want to know how or where SpongeBob acquired such objects. And, thankfully, Squidward wasn't left to dwell on such thoughts when he suddenly

"OWWW!" Squidward exclaimed, greeted by a face full of crustacean rear end. He rubbed his forehead from the mark left by what felt like a metal baseball bat that had swung at him at full force.

"Quit yer whinin" Krabs barked "We're here!"

Squidward wasn't sure where 'here' was, but as long as it meant that that was were SpongeBob was, that was enough for him since that mean he was one step closer to resting in his soft bed. Alone.

"Hmm?"

"We're here boy! Look at it! Look at it in it's fully glory!"

Squidward shifted slightly so he could see over Krabs' rotund waist. He couldn't make out much aside for a colorful array of lights that slipped through gaps made between the tunnel of garbage and the vociferous wiggling of the crustacean as he dug his way further into the abyss.

"Well? Ar ar ar ar ar! Onwaaaarrrd!"

Squidward was about to ask what lie ahead but before he could, Krabs fell head first into ground creating a comical popping sound as he abruptly slipped out of the tunnel.

"Where are we?" Squidward said worriedly, his voice cracking a bit as he pulled himself out of the tunnel and into a very, very large chamber.

"mmf mfaf" Krabs uttered into an old mattress

"What?"

Krabs maintained his pose but craned his head up, looking forward with big hopeful eyes "The place, boyo! This is where the treasure be! I can just feel it in me claws!"

"Mr. Krabs" Squidward whined "Forget the treasure! We're supposed to be looking for Sp-"

A loud rumble could be heard from the tunnel and Krabs and Squidward both gulped on command. Not a second later, the tunnel collapsed on itself, sending a few bags flying outward and onto Mr. Krabs.

Squidward started to perspire profusely as he nervously rubbed the top of his left sweaty hand with his right.

"Well..." he said, his voice trembling. At least this place looks safer than most places SpongeBob has dragged us into..."

He looked forward at the theme park, the sign read "STINKY LAND" in a carnival font. Two spot lights whirled on either side of the sign, projecting a rainbow of colors into the surrounding darkness. People could be heard screaming... in joy... Yes, it was probably joy. After all, Squidward thought to himself, people scream on roller coaster rides...

"Well, boyo? What are ya waiting for?"

Squidward hadn't noticed Krabs make his way to the ticket booth already. He was too pre-occupied with processing the situation he was currently in.

"Nobody's at the cash register! Ar ar ar ar ar! Tickets must be free!"

As uncertain as that was, Squidward was equally uncertain about something far more important to him:

Would he freely enter?