"Ah, HYUCK! Wha-hale-come to STINKY LAND! Step right this way and get your com-pluh-mentary STINKY HATS!"
The buck-toothed carp thrusted two trash bags with strings attached by duct tape to Squidward and Mr. Krabs. A mysterious blackish-brown sludge seeped out of the top of the bag as it was pushed further forward into Squidward's chest. Instinctively, his spine curled and his face wore an expression of incredulity. He turned his head slowly to his partner.
"What?" Krabs said innocently and with a grin on his face to boot. "When in Rome, Mr. Squidward"
Such a banal adage did very little to assuage the churning feeling in Squidward's stomach as the scent of week-old curry and used Pampers wafted towards his nostrils. Shrugging, he took the bag and placed it carefully on his head. Resisting usually makes things worse he remembered. The attendant grinned like an idiot as he assisted Squidward with tying the knot to his chin.
"Alright" Squidward turned to Krabs "There is absolutely no way this day can possibly get any worse"
"Quite yer whining! Look!" Krabs gestured with his right claw at a palmist's tent
"An augur?" Squidward exasperated "How Roman... Aren't we supposed to be looking for SpongeBob?"
"Never mind that, boyo," Krabs waved, "That tent there says FORTUNE! Fortune! You hear that? Where there's fortune there's treasure, Mr. Squidward! Onwaaarrrrd!" he yelled as he made for a sprint. His right hand triumphantly remained suspended in the air.
Despite his corpulence and age, he was quite fast. So fast that Squidward was afraid he might not catch up. Then he remembered. When there's treasure involved, nothing can stop Krabs or the Sponge. Patrick usually wasn't one to worry about since he just followed along with the two instead of starting trouble himself, but the penny-pinching, neighbor loving duo was unstoppable at the face of a bold adventure. Then Squidward realized something else. He was smack dab in the middle of it.
"MR. KRABS! Wait for me! Don't leave me alone in this place!"