One Night Stand

One Night Stand is the nineteenth episode and the season premiere of Season Two in Welcome to Fancyland!. It was written by FireMatch.
==Plot==
Squidward tries to pull an all-nighter to finish his latest composure, but struggles to stay awake. 
==Synopsis==
Squidward wakes up after a clam cock-a-doodle-doos him awake. He stretches.
“Nothing like a good morning stretch to get the blood pumping, eh, Squiddy?” Squidward says.
Squidward puts on his four bunny slippers, scratches his back, and goes downstairs to play his clarinet.
“You know what? I’m not feeling today,” he says as he puts his clarinet back in its case. Then, he gets a phone call from SpongeBob.
“SpongeBob? How did you know my number?”
SpongeBob laughs. “Squidward, you posted it on your Instaclam page. Anyway, there’s this huge billboard outside that says something about a music contest. When I saw that I instantly thought of Squidward, so here I am.”
“That’s actually kinda thoughtful of you, SpongeBob.”
“And then after that, I decided we could play Bubble Kings!”
“And you ruined it.”
“Okay, bye, Squidwardiard.” SpongeBob hangs up.
“Wait, when’s the deadli- oh he already hung up. Might as well see that billboard to see if he’s telling the truth.”
Cut to Squidward opening his house door 
“I’m not seeing any billboard. Must’ve been a ruse- oh.”
He sees a giant billboard on top of Patrick’s rock.
“Why is it on top of Patrick’s rock? No matter. Let’s see here… deadline, deadline… TOMORROW?! AHH!”
Squidward looks at his Rolex and sees that it’s 8:07 AM.
“Well at least it’s still morning. Got no time to waste!”
Squidward quickly races back to his music room and starts thinking.
“I need to create the best composure a composer could compose. But I just can’t align the notes correctly in my head.”
Squidward then goes on his phone to look up some famous composers.
“Maybe some inspiration will help…”
(2 hours later…)
Squidward’s eyes are seen bloodshot as he has been watching composed music for the past 2 hours.
“Two hours and still nothing… and it’s almost time for lunch. I guess I can’t compose on an empty stomach.”
Squidward gets up, goes to the kitchen, and prepares a rich lunch for himself.
“Melted gold bars, my favorite.”
He puts the food on the table and starts eating it. Slowly, an idea for a new song forms inside his head. After he throws the food in the trash, he goes straight into the music room again.
“I got it!”
A montage of Squidward writing his music on paper plays. In the montage, he sticks out his tongue the entire time, takes a quick snack break, takes a shower, and brushes his teeth. Eventually, the montage finishes with Squidward passing out on the ground.
“Hey, I wonder how Squidward’s doing,” SpongeBob says.
“Should we tell him?” Patrick asks.
“Nah, he’ll figure it out. I hope,” SpongeBob says.
Squidward wakes up lying on the ground, and gets up.
“Wow, how long was I asleep for?” he says. He then checks his Rolex to see it’s 8:15 PM.
“It’s been 12 hours?! I gotta pull an all-nighter to finish this thing!”
Squidward immediately gets back to working on his composure. He hums to a song stuck in his head.
“Oh, I can't have another song stuck in my head right now. I can't concentrate!”
Squidward tries to get the song out of his head, to no avail.
“Great, now I can’t work on my composure since I’m going insane.”
Squidward paces around in circles, trying to think of a way to get it out of his head.
“Wait, wasn’t there a time when Patrick had a song stuck in his head?”
Flashback…
Patrick has a song stuck in his head, and keeps humming it out loud.
“Patrick, can you stop humming so much?” Squidward asks. “I can’t hear myself think!”
“Sorry, Squid, I can’t help it!” Patrick says. “It’s stuck in my head!”
“Hey, Patrick, I learned something useful from the internet,” SpongeBob says. “If you keep thinking of the end of the song instead, it gets out of your head.”
“Ohhh… that all makes sense now,” Patrick says. He starts getting the end of the song repeated inside his head instead, and it gets out of his head. “That works miracles! Now we can play bubble pirates!”
“Yarr, time to pirate some Mermaid Man episodes… I MEAN-”
SpongeBob’s sentence is abruptly ended by the flashback ending.
“Think of the end of the song… end of the song… song… song…”
Squidward’s brain cogs start spinning quickly in his head, almost too quickly. Eventually they spin so fast one of the cogs falls out and goes out through Squidward’s mouth.
“Bleh. I need to put that back later. But now that song is out of my head! It’s composing time.”
A montage of Squidward working on his music piece plays. In the montage, he paints a picture of himself holding his song, and eats a midnight snack…
“Beef burritos again? FoodBot, what’s the meaning of this?”
Squidward’s FoodBot comes zooming right next to him.
“Is there a problem, Squidward Tentacles?” the robot asks.
“Yes, I ordered platinum pepperoni pizza, not beef burritos,” Squidward says.
“Oh, that is correct, Squidward Tentacles. You know I’m not programmed to handle alliteration yet.”
“Just gimme the pizza.”
The montage continues. Squidward eventually comes out on top and finishes the music piece at 3 in the morning.
“Oh boy… 3 AM…” Squidward eats the last slice of his pizza and passes out on the floor.
When he wakes up, Squidward is alarmed to see a curious SpongeBob right in front of him.
“SpongeBob? What are you doing in my house?!”
“Oh hi, Squidward. You haven’t been conscious for the past, erm, 10 hours, so I came to check in on you.”
“You could’ve at least knocked.”
“You’re gonna miss the music contest, Squiddy! Come on!”
SpongeBob drags Squidward’s limp body out of his house and to Patrick’s rock where the sign still stands.
“The sign’s still there,” Squidward notes.
“Yep,” Patrick says.
“Patrick?”
Patrick appears wearing semi-fancy attire, and sits down on a podium.
“You’re not supposed to sit on the podium, Patrick,” SpongeBob says.
“Oh.”
Patrick stands up and introduces himself.
“I will be the judge of today’s singy contest.”
“Wait, wait, wait, hold on. So THIS is the music contest?” Squidward asks.
“Yeah, isn’t it great? The best part is, you’re one of the only two people who submitted their songs. Lemme just take that from you, good sir,” Patrick takes Squidward’s song and judges it. “Indeed. Well I can’t read sheet music, but it looks far better than SpongeBob’s.”
“Hey, I spent all day yesterday working on mine!” SpongeBob complains.
“And I spent all NIGHT yesterday working on mine,” Squidward says.
“SpongeBob, you know how much I hate having mayonnaise stains all over my music,” Patrick says. “Therefore I have to make Squidward the winner. Even though his sheet music smells like licorice.”
“I won, hooray,” Squidward says unenthusiastically.
“C’mon, Squid, you get a prize!” Patrick says.
“A prize?”
“Yeah, a one-time trip to wonderland!”
Cut to Squidward in a bathtub filled with yellow liquid.
“What is this stuff?” he asks.
“I dunno, could be gold or butter or something else. Either way it looks heavenly,” Patrick says.
“Okay, I’m out.” Squidward hops out of the tub but slips right back in, falling on his belly.
(end)
==Trivia==
*This episode's original name was "One Night at Squidward's".
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