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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 of Pelagic Darkness," Patrick whispered, tripping over his own oversized shorts, "shall stay these messengers from the swift completion of their... sandwiches."

"Well," Patrick said, wiping a bead of sweat from his forehead. "At least I didn't forget the most important rule of the mail." "Which is?" Sheldon demanded.

It started because SpongeBob was sick with the Suds again, and the mail was piling up like a mountain of soggy kelp. Patrick, seeing his best friend in distress, didn't just take the mailbag—illegally, mind you—he took an oath.