Easter Island Head, 122 Conch St. - 1:26 PM

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It was a bright and sunny day in Bikini Bottom.

Squidward Tentacles had just finished writing his masterpiece, "The Suction Cup Symphony No. 2".

It took him four painstaking months of both this and dealing with SpongeBob and Patrick, but his mind prevailed.

All he had to do was get it recorded.

The blue squid then took all his sheet music, and drove down to a publishing company.

"All right, Mr. Publisher. May I present... my masterpiece!"

The publisher took a look at it, and with an elegant British accent, asked him to sign a deal.

"By signing this agreement, I have the rights to your music. Since I know the most about music marketing, I'll be able to know the most buyers and which demographics can be reached."

"I also remind you that you will recieve a substantial percent of royalty checks every time your piece gets played. Whether it be on the radio, TV, advertisement, whatever."

Squidward could hardly believe it.

The fact that somebody cared enough to make Squidward a potential millionaire, and gain him some fame.

It was all coming true.

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At Bigshot Records

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Squidward then drove to the famed recording studio.

It cost him a ton of money using a full orchestra to perform and record it.

When he came into the studio after a long nap, the blue man had just heard the closing orch hit.

"Is this it? Is it all done? Can I go home now?", he eagerly asked.

"Of course! You've just recorded your first song!"

He then signed a recording contract, granting the label copyright in the sound recording and the freedom to use it wherever they pleased.

They promised Squidward even more royalty check every time the song was played.

The fat, purple head of the company walked in and congratulated the cephalopod.

"Congratulations, Mr. Tentacles. You're gonna go places, kid!"

He couldn't believe it.

All these years of putting up with SpongeBob.

All these years of being humiliated by Squilliam, and told how much he "sucked eggs in high school".

Down the drain in the recesses of his mind.

He then drove down to his Easter Island head where a certain yellow neighbor was waiting.

The sponge greeted his neighbor with a smile, as usual.

"Hi, Squidward. You look chipper this morning."

"Well, SpongeBob, that's because I recorded my first single. Suction Cup Symphony No. 2! And I'm about to become famous at last!"

The yellow boy wondered if that was the reason Squidward stayed cooped up in his room for the past four months.

After an unusually friendly conversation, the squid went inside his house to recieve his first check.