Enhanced PromptSpongeBob SquarePants' pineapple house, interior, whimsical and fantastical, Bikini Bottom's most iconic residence, jellyfish chandeliers, nautical-themed decorations, cozy living room with a plush anchor-patterned couch, treedome-inspired windows offering breathtaking views of the ocean, walls adorned with framed photos of SpongeBob's adventures, jellyfish jubilee lanterns, pineapple-patterned curtains, treasure chest coffee table, seashell-inspired furniture, whimsical staircase leading to the upper floor, SpongeBob's bedroom with a comfortable-looking bed, jellyfish-shaped nightlights, ocean-blue walls, treasure map-print bedding, whimsical closet filled with an assortment of colorful outfits, Krusty Krab memorabilia scattered throughout the room, Mermaid Man and Barnacle Boy posters, jellyfish-print rug, seashell-shaped alarm clock, whimsical reading nook with a collection of SpongeBob's favorite books, jellyfish-inspired lamp, comfortable-looking bean bag chair, ocean-inspired wall decals, whimsical kitchen with a Krusty Krab-themed toaster, jellyfish-print dishes, seashell-shaped utensils, treasure chest pantry, whimsical dining area with a jellyfish-inspired chandelier, ocean-blue tablecloth, seashell-print placemats, treasure map-print napkins, SpongeBob's beloved pet snail Gary's cozy little bed, whimsical bathroom with a jellyfish-print shower curtain, seashell-shaped soap dispenser, ocean-inspired towels, treasure chest storage, whimsical backyard with a jellyfish-inspired patio set, seashell-print outdoor rug, treasure map-print garden stones, ocean-inspired garden gnomes, SpongeBob's favorite Mermaid Man and Barnacle Boy action figures proudly displayed, whimsical pathway leading to the front door, pineapple-patterned welcome mat, Bikini Bottom's most iconic address: 123 Conch Street.
The driver's seat appears empty at first. Then, the honk of
the horn stopes as an older homeless man, ZACK (55-60), lift
his head up from the wheel.
In the alley
behind the window of the house across the street, a man draws
the curtain and looks out into the alley and the car parked.
Inside the truck
He seems high from the drug that he used. In his hand there
is a knife that he used for opening his crack cocaine. His
disheveled beard and weary eyes tell of a hard life. His
clothes—two mismatched button-up shirts (one blue, one red),
faded jeans, and worn-out boots—hang loosely on his thin
frame.