The Prosecutor's New Ally

The Prosecutor's New Ally is the fifth episode of 'The Many Experiences of Patrick Star'. The previous episode was Understand?, and the next will be announced,

Episode
Patrick rubbed his eyes in a curled fist, moving them in a wrench-like motion in order to get out the eye gunk. He laid his treasured nightcap on his bedside stand, and pushed off his blanket. Normally he would just lay in for a while no matter the circumstances, and this time not even his new pet sea lion roared. Nah, what he really wanted? THAT MAYONNAISE! He put on his day clothes (aka, his Hawaiian textured pants) and left his rock. He couldn’t smell the delicious mayonnaise, but he knew from experience just how scrumptious it was. He knocked on Squidward’s door (it was Saturday, yesterday was the last day of work for the week. Actually, SpongeBob would be reporting for his part time Prison Guard job soon.), and got no answer. Since he hadn’t had any mayonnaise in a while, and since vats of mayo was always the best kind of mayo, he wasn’t in any mood to wait. He struck the door down, and walked right inside. There it was! Right next to Squidward’s fridge. ''Shouldn’t it be in his sock drawer? Weird. ''He leaned over it, and started lapping up as much of it as he could, until he resulted in an empty, metal, container. The cephalopod came dashing down the stairs in his night robe. “Squidward, why are you wearing a dress? Oh, and thanks for the mayo!” Squidward’s eye twitched as he observed the broken door and empty mayonnaise vat. “PATRICK! What were you thinking! That mayonnaise was for facial cleansing purposes only.” This prompted the sea star to examine the octopus’s face. “Hunh, I guess you really do need some of that stuff. Well, put it on Gary’s tab.” And he walked out of the door, pleased. While Squidward stood there fuming, Patrick unwisely mentioned. “Hey Squiddy! I just remembered, I have a trial in a couple of days for when I ate all that food. I was wondering if you could be one of my uh…supporters?” Suddenly Squidward’s mouth twisted into an evil grin. “Oh, yes, Patrick. I’ll be at that trial. Definitely.” “Thanks, pal. Means a lot to me.” “Oh, yes. It’ll mean a lot to ME too, Patrick Star.” Patrick went out the door, with the intention of getting Gary to go do something fun. Gary and Patrick had decided that to make up for SpongeBob’s absence until 6 PM on Weekdays and 8 on Weekends, they could have fun with each other. The starfish used his special key that SpongeBob had entrusted him with, having so much faith in his pink pal. “Alright, Gary! I have an idea for what we’re going to do today!” He said, smiling brightly.