"Uhhhh, so lemme get this straight: you wrote a whole story about Patrick-Man, and it's an extremely silly story and doesn't give any depth to his character?" Patrick asked as he scratched the top of his mountain head.

"Pretty much." SpongeBob replied monotonous. He was really happy when he knocked on the rock Patrick lived in and told him he wrote a story about Patrick-Man, and saw Patrick's giddily smile that accompanied it, but now he wasn't sure. Patrick may be dumb, but he could be a bit of a critic at times, most of his criticisms not really being that good. For example he once complained about the fictional ThunderFish being too mean, not realizing the writer Harry Tunastein made it clear he wrote him to be that way. So SpongeBob didn't have his hopes up.

…but he also wasn't really surprised when Patrick said, "Alright! Let's read it!" either. Patrick was a bit unpredictable, but he was a supportive lovable idiot regardless.

Before they started though, Patrick asked an out-of-the-blue question: "Did you give him muscles? PLEASE tell me you gave him muscles!"

"No muscles today Pat. Sorry."

"Tarter sauce." Patrick had a look of utter disappointment when he heard that.

"Don't worry Patrick, I'm sure you'll love it!" SpongeBob reassured. SpongeBob was the best at reassuring people. If you ever need a good friend who will give you a piece of sunlight during the hard times, SpongeBob's the guy to go to. "So, you ready?"

"Boy am I ever ready!" Patrick replied.

SpongeBob then proceeded to clear his throat as he opened up the journal and read aloud the title.

Patrick-Man and The Lost Presents

Long ago, in a land deep under the sea, there lived a friendly superhero named Patrick-Man. Patrick-Man had it all: he had kindness, bravery, joyfulness, and most of all: hunger. Speaking of such hunger, one day he was walking out of the local bakery, holding a variety of chocolate, strawberry, and vanilla-covered donuts in a box in one hand. In the other, he was munching on a chocolate-colored donut, topped with the most colorful sprinkles imaginable. While he was chewing on this delectable sugary delight, he heard a childlike cry in the distance.

"That sounds like a cry for help." He said to himself. "Not to worry! Patrick-Man will be there!" He proclaimed as he ran off into the area where the cry was heard, his hand that used to have the now eaten chocolate donut in the air, as a sign of his heroism. When he arrived, he saw a green little fish with a red and white striped propeller cap, with eyes as blue as the sea itself.

"What seems to be the problem, little boy?" Patrick-Man asked.

The boy was in tears as he struggled to make out the words to describe what happened. Eventually he finally made out: "W-well, we supposed to get gifts from Santa today, b-but when we looked under the tree for gifts, there was NOTHING THERE!" The boy was quite obviously distraught that Santa could have possibly forgotten to drop by his house and give him presents. It was just impossible.

Patrick-Man had completely forgotten it was Christmas today. He had been so busy protecting the residents of Bikini Bottom that he didn't even think about what do to for one of the biggest events of the year. Seeing the residents themselves in distress though showed him that he needed to get to work, fast. After interviewing various citizens to see if they were responsible, it turns that they had their gifts stolen too. Almost everyone in town was awaking to see their gifts under the Christmas tree's presence, only to find a gloomy, not so jolly absence. Patrick-Man was stunned, he had no idea what to do. This seemed to be a mystery that was going to take a miracle to solve. That is, until he saw a man in rather suspicious looking black clothing making an escape out of the window of the house to his right.

"HEY! STOP RIGHT THERE THIEF!" Patrick-Man shouted rather heroically. He followed the thief through all sorts of ups and downs. Past random houses in the neighborhood, through the front of a schoolyard (which surely kept the school children entertained from whatever lesson they were learning today), and through the garden of a random civilian working in her garden, destroying her crops and damaging her flowers.

Eventually, after all this chasing, Patrick-Man cornered the thief and said, "Can't run now, eh thief?" Behind him there was a crowd of really angry folks of the Bikini Bottom, along with two cars of cops. The pressure was overwhelming the thief, he knew the only way out of this was to do something he never wanted to do.

"Alright fine! I'll come out and say it. I was the one who stole everyone'a gifts. And the only reason why I did that is because I have no family, and I was feeling really lonely knowing there was no one to spend time with and bring me gifts." The thief gave a sad face, hoping it'll make the citizens feel sympathy for him.

Patrick-Man started to tear up a bit. It seemed that the story and sad face seemed to be working a good number on him. "Awwww, that's so sad.", he said, sniffling a little while saying so.

The cops next to him weren't really taking it though. One of the cops had a stern look on his face and said, "We're sorry to hear about your tough life good sir."

"Really?" The thief asked. For once, he thought he was finally going to be able to get away with one of his crimes.

That is, until he heard the policeman speak again. "But the law is still the law."

Before he knew it, the thief founded himself chained to a pair of sliver, surprisingly clean handcuffs. "It doesn't matter what you stole those gifts for and it doesn't matter how tragic your backstory is. That does not mean you should steal gifts from anybody, let alone almost everyone in the town."

As one of the cops led the thief to the cop cap, the other half of the cop duo said, "Thanks a lot Patrick-Man. We've been looking to catch this guy for months. This is the first time we've ever caught the Unknown Fellow. Yes that is actually his alias."

"Ah it was nothing!" Patrick-Man said waving a hand off triumphantly.

"That was some serious awesomeness back there Patrick-Man! You truly are a hero!" Ned said. Ned is the owner of the bakery shop Patrick-Man was at just before he caught Unknown Fellow.

"D'awwwww thanks!" Patrick-Man said blushing a little. "Hey uhhh Ned, don't you have to be with your family since it's Christmas?" He asked considerably.

"Nah, my family already lives at my bakery!" He said as his family showed up one by one: his father, mother, his two younger sisters, and his grandparents. "Besides, we already have what we need for Christmas. And that's DONUTS!"

Ned and his family munched on Christmas themed donuts before Ned handed one to Patrick, who ate the whole red, green and white frosted pastry in one bite. They all laughed in happiness, seeing the policeman hand the citizens their presents out of a really large bag Unknown Fellow used, restoring the Christmas spirit in the townspeople once more.

"So what did you think about that story?" SpongeBob asked as his face lit up, awaiting to see his friend's response.

Patrick just sat there, trying to find the words to say. "That. Was. The coolest story ever!"

"You mean it?"

"Absolutely! Thank you SpongeBob!" Patrick said with joy in his voice.

Perhaps it was not the best story ever, but Patrick and SpongeBob were best friends, so they would do anything to support each other. They laughed as Patrick coincidentally pulled out a box of donuts, and he and SpongeBob began to enjoy a best friends lunch together.

(Thanks for waiting everyone! I was stuck on a writer's block where I was unable to finish not only this story, but stories I'm working on. But thankfully I'm past that writer's block so you should expect to see more stories from me in the future. Unfortunately this is also the end of the SpongeBob's stories series. I have absolutely no idea what to write for Sandy, so that's why this series is stopping here. It was a fun ride though! Thank you for staying with me through it, I hope you enjoyed this series!)