Too Busy For Love?

Is Too Much Enough

Squidward woke up on a cold Sunday morning, after finally getting some sleep in two weeks because SpongeBob got Garry a new toy. He was very hungry after sleeping a whole 3 and 13/19 hours. He decided to have Kelpo for and change but it was his favourite cereal.

After his breakfast he decided to check on his clarinet to make sure she was okay. As he was walking up his bamboo staircase he heard a strange whimpering noise. He felt the urge to run up the staircase and find out what the sound was, but he decided to Pokémon Go to the polls first and vote.

Squidward walked in to his stone house and put his keys down on the table. He remembered that there was a whimpering noise coming from upstairs before he went and Pokémon Goed to the polls. But he was so hungry from Pokémon Going to the polls, he had had to have a snack. The craving he felt for canned brown bread was unimaginable, so he raced to his cabinets and found only one can of brown bread left. He checked the best before date and it had expired. So what else could a hungry canned brown bread loving Squidward do? He went to the super market.

After two hours he returned to his stony house, of course he got 22 cans of brown bread. It took him 29 minutes and 81 seconds to put all his groceries away. Then he got his plate and opened his canned brown bread, it was the best can of brown bread he had ever had.

It was now 7:19 and he had forgotten about the whimpering noise he had heard at 9:29. He was very tired after Pokémon Going to the polls and getting food items from the super market. Squidward had forgotten all about his true love, he had forgotten to check on his one and only clarinet.

When he finally decided to go and paint because he has been super stressed about his work at The Krusty Krab. He walked up his bamboo stairs and walked extra slow because he wanted to admire all his self-portraits. When he reached the top of the stairs he walked into his art and/or music studio with his six long legs.

Then after finding the perfect canvas he wanted to paint on, he remembered the whimpering sound he heard hours ago. He thought to himself "where that strange noise could had came from?" After that quick thought he had gotten sidetracked when he was going to check on his love, his clarinet by his strong hunger.

It took 12 minutes to get up and start walking over to where his lover is normally stored. He opened the large clarinet case and was shocked by the sight he saw. His soul mate with cuts on the bell of the clarinet. He picked up his shocked clarinet that had been sleeping. He whispered to her "Why did you do this to yourself? Why didn't you tell me?'' The still sleepy clarinet replied with "I haven't been in a good place lately. You barely act like you care anymore. I was crying and I header you start to walk up the stairs and then I heard you leave!" Squidward was very upset but mostly only with himself. "It's okay my love. I'm so sorry, I've very stressed with work and I just... I don't know, I just started not to care I guess."

They stayed in an understanding silence for about 20 minutes and they decided they were both tired and they went to bed. They said nothing to each other besides besides a light meaningful "I love you so much." From Squidward. They soon drifted off to a peaceful sleep.