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.
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. [S13E18] Patrick The Mailman
"Star!" Sheldon barked. "You’re not a licensed carrier! You’ve sent the Mayor’s tax returns to a jellyfish field and delivered a box of live sea-urchins to the local retirement home!" His first stop was Squidward’s house
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. By noon, the Postmaster—a very stressed-out turtle named
Patrick looked at his empty bag, then at the chaos behind him. A mob of citizens was approaching, clutching incorrectly delivered bills and soaked postcards.
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.