“I tried everything! He won’t wake up!” Patrick said angrily.

“Have you tried drawing a mustache on his face with a marker?” Squidward giggled.

Patrick was already in Spongebob’s room holding a black permanent marker over his face. He stuck his tongue out as he drew a mustache on his face. “He’s still asleep! Maybe he needs a beard,” Patrick thought. He drew a triangle shaped beard on his chin. “And sideburns!” he shouted gleefully. Spongebob giggled in his sleep. The marker tickled his face as Patrick added a rather large Enrique-like mole above his lip. “Barnacles!” Patrick groaned and ran back to the phone yet again.

“Squidward! I tried drawing on him. He’s still asleep!”

Squidward couldn’t believe he actually did it. Although, this was Patrick he was talking to. “Did you try a beard?” Squidward asked trying to hold back laughter.

“Yeah, and sideburns and a mole!”

“Try dumping water on him,” Squidward suggested.

“Ok!” he said as he dropped the phone.

“Why doesn’t he just take the phone with him? It is a portable phone!” Squidward complained to the water in front of him.

Meanwhile, at Spongebob’s pineapple Patrick had grabbed Gary’s water bowl. Gary meowed in protest. Patrick carried it upstairs, but by the time he got to Spongebob, the bowl was empty. The water was all over the staircase. He ran into the bathroom and filled it up. He ran back to Spongebob and dumped the water all over him.

Now, Patrick didn’t think this the whole way through. Spongebob is a Sponge. He simply absorbed the water and was bloated to twice his normal size. “Tartar Sauce!” Patrick yelled. “Why won’t he wake up?”

Gary came around the corner and meowed for Patrick to follow him downstairs. He lead him to the refrigerator. He looked inside and saw cheese, milk, left over pizza and a box of Red Bull. Patrick pulled a Red Bull out of the box.

“Thanks, Gary!” He said as he ran back upstairs. “This will definitely work!”
He saw that Spongebob was still full of water so he sat on his stomach. All of the water came rushing out of him. Patrick got off of Spongebob and opened his mouth so he could pour the Red Bull down his throat. He popped open the can and it spewed everywhere. He had shaken it on the way up the stairs. It dripped all over Spongebob and he was absorbing it. A few drops got in Patrick’s eyes, and it started to burn. Patrick ran around the room screaming as Spongebob was gaining energy.

He was awake! Not only was Spongebob awake, he was ultra-mega-super- dooper-uber hyper! He shot up like a rocket screaming, “I’M READY!” Spongebob ran to work faster than the speed of sound. He created a sonic boom underwater which is not easy to do. He used a big stick to pole-vault through the roof of the Krusty Krab. He wooshed past Squidward in a blur. Mr. Krabs was busy in the kitchen burning patties when in a lightning flash there were 60 patties all ready to go and Spongebob was literally bouncing off of the walls.

“Ok, now how do we calm him down?” Mr. Krabs asked Squidward.

“What we did last night: give him a whole bottle of sleeping pills and tell him they’re candy.”