[s13e18] Patrick The Mailman Access

"Neither snow, nor rain, nor heat, nor Gloom of Pelagic Darkness," Patrick whispered, tripping over his own oversized shorts, "shall stay these messengers from the swift completion of their... sandwiches."

As the mob closed in, Patrick did the only thing a true professional would do: he climbed into a nearby mailbox, labeled himself "Return to Sender," and waited for the afternoon pickup. He might not have been the best mailman, but he was certainly the most delivered. [S13E18] Patrick The Mailman

By noon, the Postmaster—a very stressed-out turtle named Sheldon—caught wind of the rogue mailman. He found Patrick in the middle of the street, attempting to "deliver" a stop sign to a confused pedestrian. "Neither snow, nor rain, nor heat, nor Gloom

"Always lick the stamps," Patrick said, sticking out a tongue that was now permanently stained a neon, adhesive blue. By noon, the Postmaster—a very stressed-out turtle named

But as the day wore on, the "Starfish System" began to unravel. Patrick realized that the letters had addresses on them, which he interpreted as "suggestions." He began sorting mail by flavor. The pink envelopes looked like strawberry, so he delivered them to the local candy shop. The blue ones looked like the ocean, so he threw them back into the sea to "return them to their families."

His first stop was Squidward’s house. Patrick didn't believe in the mailbox; he believed in personal delivery. He burst through Squidward’s window at 6:00 AM, screaming "MESSAGE!" and jamming a bill for clarinet reeds directly into Squidward’s sleeping mouth.