Okay readers, here is the second chapter to this story!

Yeah, I don't expect this story to have the same amount of success as my Loud House stories, and I am not hoping for it either. Still, I appreciate the support of the people who do like this story previously, and I hope you will all stick around for the remainder of it.

One more thing I'd like to share before the chapter can start. I would love to give my applause to another user; Skillet-Writer. She told me ala PMs about how I should have characters like Spongebob and Squidward speak more simplistically rather than have them speak with sophisticated and fancy terms. That stuff should be saved for intelligent characters and characters that are of the upper class or rich class such as Squilliam. I've just been using synonyms to keep certain words from becoming repetitive, but her advice helps me out too. So thanks Skilly for aiding me in this.

Now for this chapter, Spongebob and Squidward work at the Krusty Krab with their traded jobs, some hysteria will occur, and the difficulties with their traded lives will be exemplified here. If you want to know how this'll go, read the chapter and find out! Enjoy!

AT THE KRUSTY KRAB – IN BIKINI BOTTOM:

Inside the Krusty Krab, it was shown that Spongebob and Squidward had already made their way indoors. They were all ready with getting on with the workday. Some were more enthusiastic than others though. In this case, Spongebob was the one who was hyped about starting the day with manhandling the register.

"I'm looking forward to handling the cash register today," he sighed. "Yes. Today is going to be a glorious day of work."

Even though Squidward wasn't as thrilled about today as he was, he couldn't help but imagine the look on Spongebob's face where he is stressing out with the register.

"I dunno Spongebob," he said quite smugly. "Are you sure you can handle being a cashier in my place?"

"No problem-o Squidward. I got this down," Spongebob replied with confidence. "I should be more concerned about you. Are you going to handle being a frycook for the day? While maintaining the food and such?"

"As if. I've got no reason to worry," Squidward brushed off. "I'll have it all taken care of. Believe me, this'll be a cinch."

"If you say so, Squidward," the sponge shrugged.

It was then Mr. Krabs chose the appropriate time to step out of his office. He overheard his two employees speaking and he decided to greet them.

"Ahoy me Krusty crew, Spongebob and Squidward," the crustacean greeted. "Is everyone all ready to set sail and-?"

He then cut himself off when he noticed something. Spongebob and Squidward weren't in their usual clothes. Rather, they have traded each other's outfits. Something about this was fishy to the crab, and it threw him off.

"A'right! I demand an explanation," he commanded. "What in blazes is with the wardrobe change? You two look like you're ready to sail the ocean blue or somethin'."

"Oh no Mr. Krabs. This isn't a wardrobe change at all," Spongebob shook his head. "Squidward and I have traded lives with each other to see who has it harder. And thus we traded clothes as a result."

This got the crab confused for a second or so before started laughing it off as if it was a practical joke.

"Arg arg arg arg arg! Boy-o, you certainly had me going with that one," Mr. Krabs chuckled as he wiped a tear. "Fer a minute there, I thought that you two were up to some tomfoolery and that this whole shindig was a load of barnacles."

"This isn't a joke, Eugene," Squidward deadpanned.

This caught the crustacean a little off guard for a second there, realizing that they were serious about all of this. Afterwards, he decided to shake it off and not care about the whole details behind it.

"I don't want to know anymore of the details. All I demand from you two is that you keep this ship going on the double, by getting on with your respective duties," he told them. "Me money isn't going to be counting itself with you two lads just standing there. Now get to work!"

With that, Mr. Krabs headed back to his office. As soon as he was gone, Squidward was then heard grumbling something incoherent under his breath as he proceeds to head to the kitchen.

"You heard the boss," Spongebob cracked his hands. "Let's get cracking."

"Spongebob, are you sure you know how to handle the cash register?" The cephalopod queried one last time.

"Peeshaw Squiddy," Spongebob waved his hand. "As Patrick says about Wumbology; it's all first grade."

"What's Wumbology got to do with-?" Squidward started, but then stopped himself, seeing that he was about to enter 'idiot' territory. "You know what? Forget it. I don't care. I'll be in the kitchen."

"And I'll be out here," Spongebob hollered, getting himself comfy in the boat. "Just let me know if you need help with the grill!"

"Trust me, I'll be fine!" He hollered back.

"That's all I wanted to know," Spongebob turned to face the front door to see someone coming. "Oh lookie here! We have our first customer!"

"Oh joy. Humor the customer for me, will you," he asked sarcastically.

"With pleasure," was the response that Spongebob gave.

The customer, in particular, was revealed to be a familiar face to the crew. He was known as Fred. He was a fish had stopped by daily, and is also prone to injuries or accidents, mostly on the leg. He entered the restaurant and headed right for the cash register.

"Well hi there," Spongebob greeted casually. "Welcome to the Krusty Krab."

"Yeah. Hey," the greeting was brief. "Listen, I'd like to make my order from this-"

Ultimately, he was cut off when he saw something different about the cashier today. He was quick to point it out.

"Say, is it me, or are you different today?" Fred questioned. "You look more yellow. Not to mention your square. The cashier I know was taller and blue."

"Dahahahaha! Oh, that's a good one," he laughed. "But yeah, I am different from the typical cashier. I'm usually the frycook, but I traded lives with Squidward due to a deal we made. Now he's running the grill while I'm handling the cash register. It's just for this occasion though."

Needless to say, Fred couldn't have cared less. It did not matter who was running the cash register or the grill. All that was important was that he got his order. The same applies to all of the other customers in the eating establishment.

"Look, I don't care who's doing what. All that I care about is my appetite and I would like you guys to whip up those fryers," he told him. "I'd like to place my order."

"Of course Fred," Spongebob got out a note pad and a pencil. "And what will it be today?"

"Oh the usual," Fred stated. "I would like to have 2 regular Krabby Patties."

"Would you like sea cheese on both of them?" Spongebob questioned, writing it down.

"Yes please," Fred nodded. "And with that, I would also like a large kelp fry and a medium soda. I'll be eating here just so you know."

The sponge took a few moments to write this all out. When he got it, he was more than ready to tell Squidward the order.

"Okay. Hey Squidward," he called out. "I'll need you to whip up two Krabby Patties with sea cheese on them, and a large kelp fry to go with it, along with a medium soda!"

"Coming right up," Squidward called out before getting to work. It was simple. He places two patties on the grill and put a pack of kelp fries into the fryer. He started up both of them.

There. All taken care of. Squidward thought. Now I just need to find the cheese.

And the search for the cheese was on for the octopus. He was unaware that finding it would be tougher than he expected.

Back with Spongebob, he was totaling the price for each item that was ordered, using the Gallery Grub above him for reference. Once he had all of it written down, he got to work on the math.

"Okay. So 1 Krabby Patty is $1.25, and adding the price for the sea cheese, which is $1.50, will make it $2.75," he was muttering under his breath. "I multiply that by 2 and it comes out to be $5.50. The large Kelp fries are $1.50, and a medium soda would be $1.25. I just add this together and it comes out to be…"

He then added up all of the items before he got the price he was looking for.

"Okay sir, your order is going to be $8.25," he told him.

"Great," Fred told him before giving him a 10 dollar bill. "But I'm afraid you'll have to settle for 10 dollars. This is all that I have at the moment."

"No problem at all," Spongebob smiled. "I just have to give you the proper amount of money back. All I have to do is…"

He started to trail off when he looked into the cash register. A frown was plastered on his face. He was no longer focused on doing the math as the inside of the register was confusing. This led to some extreme pressure for the sea sponge. He was shown stuttering and sweating for a moment or so, while Fred looked at him with a raised eyebrow. It was then he came to the decision.

"Uh…I got it," he shouted, grabbing a random amount of change from the cash register and gave it to Fred. "Here's your change sir."

Fred was relieved for a moment before counting the money, which made him bamboozled. Something wasn't right with the amount he received.

"Uh…sir? I'm not sure if this is a practical joke, but I think you made a mistake," Fred informed him. "You were off. This is $4.25. It's $2.50 more than what I needed. I only need $1.75 back!"

"Whoops! Hehehehe," Spongebob giggled nervously. "My mistake. I'll get straight to fixing it right away…"

He tried to collect the right amount of money for Fred, but the stress that has overcome him left him in a state of panic. He didn't know what to do.

"MEANWHILE…"

In the kitchen, Squidward was having just as much trouble with his duties. He was frantically searching for the cheese for what seemed to take over 15 minutes. It was becoming a hassle for him.

"Come on, come on! Where is the stupid cheese," he grunted as he searched through all the cabinets. Suddenly, he looked up towards a shelf and noticed the cheese was up there this whole time. Brushing off the humiliating revelation, he went and grabbed it.

"Ah-ha! Gotcha," he smirked.

But the moment was ruined when he smelled something burning.

"Sniff sniff, that's odd. What's burning," he asked himself before he realized what it was. "THE PATTIES ARE BURNING!"

Without hesitating, he rushed to the grill to see that the patties were burned and overcooked. He had to wave away the smoke while having a coughing fit.

Believe it or not, this wasn't the first time he had trouble with this. There were two other instances where this happened. The first was when he took over as frycook when Spongebob lost his confidence, due to seemingly forgetting the pickles for Bubble Bass. And the second instance was when Spongebob went out on a break with Patrick as the two of them played hooky; literally and figuratively. This was the third time this happened, and if this is any indication, it shows that he sucks at cooking patties. Despite this, he wasn't going to be brought down by this.

"Oh tartar sauce," he coughed. "What else is new?"

Then suddenly, something else was burning. It was the kelp fries that were in the fryer. He had forgotten about those and they were overcooked.

"SHRIMP! I FORGOT ABOUT THE KELP FRIES!" He rushed over to the fryer and saw that the fries were charred. He only got to see it for a minute before some of the oil splashed in his face. "YOWCH! MY EYES!"

He winced for a few moments before tripping over a barrel that was behind him. After he wiped the oil clear from his face with his tentacles, he got a glimpse at both the patties and the fries burned and charred. He then murmured to himself.

"Ugh, this is tougher than I thought it would be," he rubbed his temple.

"Holy fish paste! This is tougher than I thought it would be," Spongebob was heard echoing the same thing.

He had spent the last 10 minutes or so struggling to get the right amount of cash to Fred. And because of that, a rather long line had formed right behind Fred as people were growing ever so impatient with the service.

"Come on already," one of the fish hollered.

"I'm losing my appetite!" Another one roared.

"This restaurant has poor service today," a white-haired female fish known as Nancy sneered. "What is taking so long!?"

"What's the hold-up," another fish who goes by the name Tom jeered.

"Let's get a move on people," Tom's wife barked impatiently. "This isn't a chocolate factory we are waiting in line for!"

"Chocolate? Oh how I'd love to have some chocolate right now," Tom growled. "It would at least put me at ease from waiting in this dreadful line."

"Don't start with me today Tom," his wife chastised him.

"Yes dear," he said dully.

"Oh come off it already! Most of us are growing old and grey here," an elderly fish known as Old Man Jenkins bellowed, waving his cane. "I want my Flabby Dabby and I WANT IT NOW!"

The people looked at him with a blank look for a second, before turning back to chew out the service of the place. Spongebob decided to put things at ease with the line.

"Alright, no need to fuss people! I've got this covered," he assured them. "I'm going to get this line moving post-haste!"

Without warning, he smashed his hand onto a button of the cash register. This turned out to be a bad idea though, for it caused the drawer to the cash register to be sent flying off. It was launched out and slammed onto the ground, where it landed right on top of-

"MY LEG!" Fred howled in agony, as he started wincing and bouncing on one foot while clutching the leg that the drawer landed on.

This got Spongebob to react immediately as he rushed to check on Fred.

"Holy Krabby Patties! Are you alright Fred," he questioned with concern.

"My leg," he moaned weakly as he kept bouncing. "My leg…"

Hearing the commotion, Squidward stormed out of the kitchen with the two burnt Krabby Patties and the charred kelp fries on a plate.

"What's going on here," he quizzed while heading towards them.

Ultimately, since he didn't look where he was going, he ended up tripping over a wincing Fred who was clutching his leg. Both of them fell onto the ground while the plate of burnt food got sent flying. The charred up kelp fries hit one of the male fish folks in the face. And because of how hot the fries were, this was the appropriate reaction:

"MY FACE!" He cried, running in all directions. "IT BURNS!"

And then there were the two burned up patties which ended up hitting Tom in the eyes. One of them made contact with his left eye, the other his right eye. He reacted immediately.

"MY EYES!" Tom squealed in pain. "MY EYES!"

"Honey...?" His wife trailed off, looking concerned for her husband.

It was then one of the patties hit her in the face.

"AHHHHHHHH!"

It was at that moment chaos and pandemonium plagued the Krusty Krab since the customers were panicking and screaming as if a natural disaster was taking place. They were tripping over tables and chairs, tipping them over in the process, and they even broke a window or two.

As that was going on, Spongebob noticed the patties were overcooked and the fries were burnt. He then talked to Squidward about it.

"Squidward, you burnt the patties and fries again, didn't you," he asked him.

"Uhhh…" Squidward smiled nervously.

"For clam sake Squidward, if you were having trouble, you should have told me," he shouted. "You are supposed to heat the grill to 298°F. And to make the patties well-done, they have to be at 160°F, and they take 8 to 9 minutes to cook while flipping in between!"

"Well, you see…"

"And then there's the kelp fries! They have to go into the fryer with the oil set at 400°F," the sponge pointed out. "And they have to cook for 12 to 18 minutes!"

"Well excuse me for not having the perfect touch Mr. Squarepants! This isn't the first time this has happened you know," the octopus countered. "And besides, you have no right to talk. You're having just as much trouble with the cash register as I am having with the food!"

Spongebob would have remarked, except he didn't have one. It was true. He was having trouble with the cash register, and the chaotic sight before them as proof. All he could do was watch the madness with Squidward that was going on right now.

The people were screaming and hooting all over the place.

"MY LEG!"

"MY FACE!"

"MY EYES!"

"THAT'S ENOUGH!" A voice bellowed from Mr. Krabs' office as the crustacean himself stormed out to see what was going on. "Now can someone tell me what in the name of salty sea dogs is causing this ruckus!?"

"I'll tell you what's causing this ruckus," Fred started. "I was just waiting for my food to arrive and to get my change back when the drawer to the cash register slammed right on top of my leg!"

"I was hit in the face by burnt kelp fries," a male fish pointed out. "And it burns."

"I got hit in the eyes by two overcooked patties," Tom complained. "One of them hit my wife!"

"The line was holding up," Nancy protested. "And it was taking so long."

"I didn't get my medium soda," Fred brought up.

"And I slipped on some grease and broke my hip," Old Man Jenkins argued. "My cane can only do so much for an old geezer like me!"

"And it's all because of that sponge and octopus who swapped duties for the day," everyone chimed in unison.

This, in turn, resulted in the crab to whip around to face the two in question. He then dished out a glower right in their direction.

"So, it has come to this. The Krusty crew had to be the cause to this rift raft, eh," Mr. Krabs scolded them. "It's clear to me that your newfound positions aren't working out. They are causing more harm than good. You boys are not going to drive me customers and their money away from the Krusty Krab, where we lose them to the Chum Bucket. I ought to make you scallywags walk the plank for this."

With that, the crab turned his attention to his hard-working employee first and foremost. He then delivered the sea sponge this statement.

"I hate to say this me boy, but I'm sending ya home for the day until you have gotten this whole thing straightened out. So pack yer things, laddie. Yer going home." the crustacean told him.

"Well, if I'm being dismissed, then I have no say in it," Spongebob sighed solemnly. "I'll be seeing ya later, Mr. K."

"See ya boy-o."

Spongebob then walked out the front door, still wearing Squidward's shirt. Squidward was about to walk out as well, but Mr. Krabs had other plans in store for him.

"HOLD IT RIGHT THERE, MR. SQUIDWARD!" Mr. Krabs called out to him. "There are a few important things that I'd like you to do before you leave."

This got the octopus nervous, as he was wondering what he wanted him to do. Sweat was pouring down his forehead.

"Y-Yes, Mr. Krabs," Squidward asked worriedly.

"Oh it's nothing much," he informed him. "It's just that, since you've taken over Spongebob's tasks fer the day, I'm almost certain that you could take care of some cleaning that he usually does."

This got him fearful, as he knew where this was going. A lump formed on his throat as he could hardly anticipate what was coming his way.

"What do you mean Eugene?" The cephalopod gulped anxiously.

"I mean cleanin' out me restaurant," he instructed. "Clean the grill, scrub the latrines, swab the poop-deck, mop the floors, and then you can clean the windows. That includes the back windows near the dump."

This set the cephalopod into a state of panic. This was the kind of thing he was dreading the most since he was taking over all of Spongebob's tasks. He decided to express himself to his cheapskate boss.

"You can't be serious, Mr. Krabs," he complained.

"Aye, but I am," the crab stood firm. "And when I say 'clean the back windows of the Krusty Krab', I mean clean them good. Best hope there ain't any sea urchins or eels lurking around, because those will be a problem. So start cleanin' Squidward!"

Squidward didn't want to do this. He seriously didn't want to. He was reluctant with wanting to do all of these tasks. Unfortunately, he saw it coming since he's taking Spongebob's place, and he doesn't get a say in it anyway. So he had to suck it up and get it done. He let out a heavy sigh as he went back in.

"Ugh. Very well then," the cephalopod grouched, entering the Krusty Krab.

"That's more like it," Mr. Krabs encouraged. "Make me eating establishment look clean."

Right before Squidward started the tasks, this thought ran clear throughout his mind:

This is not going to end well for me…

"ELSEWHERE; A COUPLE OF HOURS LATER…"

"I take back what I said earlier," Spongebob murmured, holding his hand to his head. "This life is tougher than I thought it would be…"

Believe it or not, Spongebob had spent the past couple of hours doing the stuff that Squidward typically does. He had gotten done with writing poetry, creating paintings, writing out compositions, attending dance rehearsals, and displays all of the work to the respective committees that they belong to. It's also worth mentioning that the people that are running the board to the committees had exclaimed that while Spongebob's works were decent and average at most, it wasn't what they were looking for. As a result, they rejected them and had them put in the trash. This got the young sponge to get all worked up over the fact that the hard work he made was all for nothing.

"Fried oysters, Squidward's life isn't as easy as I hope that it would be," he groaned. "And I recently got done with paying the bill to his house. I can't believe that it was that expensive."

Indeed. The bill to Squidward's house was very pricey. It's a surprise that Mr. Krabs wasn't the one who wrote out the bill for the house. In total, the bill was approximately $1,000. Combined with the cheap paycheck that Mr. K gave to him, the sponge had no choice but to fork over some extra cash that he had leftover to pay off the debt. Needless to say, it was an exhausting experience for him.

"Maybe going back to Squidward's house will help me," he insisted. "Some relaxing would be good right about now."

And so the sponge decided to head back to Squidward's home to unwind for a bit after what he had been through so far today.

As he was walking home, his sight stumbled upon another familiar face. Said face, in particular, was revealed to be Larry the Lobster. It appears that he just got done with some shopping and was on his way home. Being one of the strongest sea creatures in Bikini Bottom, in no part due to the constant working out, Larry has a reputation for being respected amongst gymnasts, as well as his fitness program down at the gym. Spongebob had to respect the lobster. Even though they don't see eye to eye, they tend to be on good terms.

A smile crossed the sponge's face as he couldn't help but give his usual greetings.

"Hey, Larry," he called out to him, getting the lobster's attention.

Larry took a good look at him and saw how exhausted he looked.

"Whoa. Spongebob, what's happening dude? You look like you just got out of a workout down at the gym," Larry started, before noticing Spongebob's shirt. "And what's up with the new shirt? Did you decide on a new wardrobe change bro?"

"Oh? Do you mean this? This isn't a new t-shirt. This is Squidward's t-shirt that I traded with him while giving him my squarepants," Spongebob told him. "And as for why I'm exhausted, I had a busy day so far. And it's kind of a long story."

"Well I have some time to kill, so lay it down on me," Larry suggested.

"Okay. To put it simply; Squidward and I decided to trade lives to see who has it worse. This happened after a discussion we had yesterday while we were walking home from work. As such, we traded lives, clothes, and even our homes," the sea sponge explained. "And today while I was working the register, Squidward was handling the grill. This didn't go well, so I was released early. I took care of the stuff that Squidward typically does, such as writing poems, compositions, painting pictures, taking part in dancing, and even paying an expensive house bill. This is why I feel exhausted. Because I have figured out that his life is tougher than I thought, and now I'm going to go back to his house to relax for a bit."

As soon as Spongebob finished his explanation, Larry took it all in for a moment or so. Even though he wasn't the brightest bulb in Bikini Bottom (he prefers brawns over brains), he was still smart enough to have some common sense. Even then, some of what Spongebob told him was a bit confusing since he was never in a situation like that one before.

The next few moments were filled with silence between the two before Larry finally voiced his thoughts.

"Wow. That must've been crazy, dude. When I saw you wearing that t-shirt, I had assumed that you were trying out a whole new look," he confessed. "That or you were trying a new workout routine. You know bro; if you like I can help you with the whole work out routine since it's my thing."

"Well thanks, Larry, but I'm good," Spongebob insisted. "I just got done paying the bills, so I'm all set. I just want to relax."

"If you say so, then that's fine by me. But if you ever need someone to teach you about working out, I'm your dude. You got it, Spongebro," Larry told him.

"Yeah, I'll keep it in mind the next time it comes to me," Spongebob nodded.

"Awesome. Well, I might as well be heading back to my crib," Larry decided to go back to his business. "Later dude!"

"Later Larry," Spongebob hollered back while watching Larry walk off.

As soon as the lobster was out of sight, Spongebob felt the need to get back to the house he was staying at, just to chill out. This didn't take long though, because he made it back to the house in a short amount of time. As soon as he approached the door, he came to a halt and began to stretch out his legs and arms.

Finally, I made it back to the house. Spongebob thought in relief. I might as well break out a lawn chair and chill out in the front yard for a bit. I have no idea what Squidward is doing, but I can just relax until he gets back.

With that in mind, Spongebob went into the Easter Island head home to break out a lawn chair. Once he did that, he went out to the front yard and set the chair up. Then he took a moment to stretch out and sat down on the lawn chair. He made himself comfortable while lying down and soaking in the sun rays beaming over the area.

Ah, now this is more like it. He sighed. Now I can get some relaxing in for a bit.

With that, he went to relaxing with no disturbances occurring for a good amount of time…

"A FEW MINUTES LATER…"

It was then Squidward chose the appropriate time to finally show up to the scene. As it is, he was completely covered in filth and crud from all the dirty jobs that he had to do as requested by Mr. Krabs. By the looks of indignation on his face, it was the worst experience that he went through. In addition to that, he also sported a black eye on his left eye that he got from a certain instance. To go with that, he had a bump on the right side of his head; as if he was stung by a jellyfish. As he arrived, Spongebob took notice of him and got up.

"Hey Squidward," he greeted, approached the irritated octopus. "Gee, you look like you had quite a day."

"Don't rub it in," Squidward let out his frustration. "That crustacean cheapskate had assigned me the duties of cleaning the restaurant. It was the stuff you do every workday, such as cleaning the grill, washing the tables, scrubbing the latrines, swabbing the poop-deck, mopping the floors, and wiping the windows!"

"I told you its hard work," Spongebob told him.

"I even had to do the back windows right next to the deck," Squidward felt a chill go down his spine from recalling that. "I'm just surprised that I didn't encounter any sea urchins or eels while cleaning those windows."

"I get what you're saying."

"So all in all, this has been a lousy day," Squidward grumbled. "This turned out to be harder than I thought."

"Tell me about it," Spongebob moaned. "I just got done doing all of the stuff that you do; from writing poems, composition, painting pictures, dancing lessons, down to paying an overpriced house bill, it left me tired. This was harder than I thought."

"I warned you that my life wasn't any easier than your life," Squidward snorted.

It was then Spongebob noticed the black eye. He had to wonder why he didn't notice it sooner, and his curiosity was building up inside of him.

"Hey by the way Squiddy, what happened to your eye?" He pointed to it.

"Sandy, that's what," Squidward hissed. "I took part in the karate practices, and I told her that I know nothing about karate. Despite this, she didn't go easy on me, and she held nothing back, thus leading me to gain this black eye."

Spongebob couldn't help but chuckle at the predicament. At the same time, however, he also felt empathy for his neighbor. This led to the expression that he gave to him.

"Sorry to hear that Squidward," he said. "Sandy is pretty skilled with karate, and sometimes, she tends to overdo it a little. I should know because I do it with her all the time."

"Now you tell me," the octopus retorted. "Oh, and I got stung by a jellyfish while coming back here."

Spongebob shook his head at the day Squidward has been having so far. It wasn't any better than what he was going through today.

"I'm still sorry though," Spongebob apologized again. "I've had a difficult day too."

"The worst part is that it's not even over yet," Squidward gripped. "I still have my clarinet recitals today! And since you're in my shoes, you'll have to attend in my place!"

"Holy bivalves! That reminds me," Spongebob remembered something. "I still have to take my boating exam today! And because you are in my shoes Squidward, you will have to fill in for me."

By Neptune, he's right. Squidward realized the truth.

As silence clouded the two of them for a couple of minutes, they were completely lost in thought with what was coming their way. In Squidward's case, he already had a dreadful as it is, and honestly, he felt that he had nothing else to lose at that point. Spongebob, meanwhile, tried to keep a small amount of optimism in spite of what he had been through so far. He just hoped that it's better than what he already took part in today.

After a few minutes of tranquility, Spongebob went and offered Squidward a suggestion.

"Hey Squidward," he started. "Would it be alright if I watch you take part in the boating exam?"

Squidward thought about it for a minute, before giving to him a similar response.

"Only if you'll allow me to witness your clarinet recital," he insisted.

"Hmmm," Spongebob thought for a minute and felt it was a reasonable deal. "Alright, Squidward. You got yourself a deal."

"Okay. Let's shake on it."

And that's exactly what they did. They shook each other's hands to make it clear that they were going to live up to the agreement. They then made their comments about the arrangement

"Heh, heh, you know something," Squidward spoke first. "Seeing you take part in my clarinet recital could put me in a better mood."

"Especially when I see you tank the performance…" He murmured the last part quietly.

"Dahahaha, I get what you mean Squidward," Spongebob agreed. "Seeing you take part in my boating exam could brighten my day a little."

"So anyway," the cephalopod started. "Shall we go to your clarinet recitals first?"

"Sure," the sea sponge agreed with this. "And then we can head on over to your boating exam."

"You got it."

As soon as that was decided, the two of them walked off to Spongebob's clarinet recitals first, and then head to Squidward's boating exam afterwards. As they were walking side-by-side, an identical thought ran through both of their heads that were as clear as day.

This might make my day a little more interesting...

END OF CHAPTER 2…

And that's it for this chapter. I do hope you have enjoyed it, everyone.

Before I forget, I'd like to bring up one thing. This story is NOT like Squidbob Tentaclepants, in spite of the name of the story. In this story, they aren't conjoined. They simply traded lives and are learning how difficult life is. Not only that, but there is also a large amount of Reality Ensues, in regards that just because you traded someone else's life doesn't mean you become adept at it from day 1. The same applies to the fact that your personality doesn't change even when you trade lives with someone else. I hope I cleared that up.

Now that that's all set, I'd like to share about the elements in the chapter.

As I found out on the Wiki, there isn't a consistent price for a Krabby Patty, so I had to use the image of the Gallery Grub to get an accurate price. Also, there weren't any kelp fries on it, so I improvised with the price for kelp rings from the Gallery Grub.

Then there's the part with cooking the patties and the fries. I used the patty cooking instructions from a recipe for burgers that I found online, in both the temperature of the patty and the amount of time it takes. As for the fries, I looked on the back of a freezer bag of crinkle fries that I have in the freezer and used the temperature of the fryer with oil, and the time it takes to cook that was shown on the bag, and included it in this chapter too.

And then there's this; the mention of sea urchins and eels at the part where he had to clean the back windows near the dump was inspired by how I had to wash the windows on the outside of my house, with the fear of spiders and snakes fresh on my minds. Seeing that sea urchins and eels are essentially the sea equivalent of spiders and snakes respectively, I felt that this would make sense, so that's why I did this.

Now that I have that covered, the next chapter will display Spongebob and Squidward taking part in their clarinet recital and boating exam respectively, and some shocking surprises will be revealed too. If you are wondering what those will be, you'll have to find out next time.

In the meantime, you can leave constructive criticism for this story if you have any. It would help with enhancing my writing. If not, you can just leave a review and let me know what you think of this chapter.

Otherwise, that's all I have to say here. So until next time, I do hope you look forward to the rest of the story and the direction it's going in. And lastly, thanks for reading everyone!