And now, back to "The Kelpbed Kids". "The Kelpbed Kids" are hilarious! High four! [laughing] Wonder why it's in black and white. It's a "artistical" choice. All right, Kelpbed Kids. Youse gonna spill the beans about where you hide all your candy in this here clubhouse or else! Not to you, Ajax. We'll never tell you that it's in the cabinet. [groaning] Oh, sorry, gang. Hey, Patrick, don't the Kelpbed Kids kinda look like people we know? I don't know any people we know. The cabinet, you say. Aha! Hoops? Hi, Ajax. It's empty. I'm gonna give everyone here And

their old man a knuckle sandwich. Oh, boy! With cheese? With cheese. Oh, no you don't, you dizzy ding dong. Huh? Huh? Huh? [laughing] Hey, what gives? Let me go! You just got hooped. Hoops, Hoops, Hoops, Hoops! Hoops, Hoops, Hoops, Hoops! That settles it. Hoops is our favorite Kelpbed Kid. Let's get out our official Hoops hoops that I bought on SeaBay. Way ahead of ya, pally. Hey, mine shrunk. Oh, no, Patrick. It's adjustable. Who says a hoop has to be round? Oh, yeah. There's a relaxed-fit button. Someone wrote all over my hula hoop. Hey, there's an

address printed on here. And it's in Bikini Bottom! Do you think it's where Hoops lives? Could we? Should we? Ring his doorbell and run away? -No. No. -Toilet-paper his house? Switch out his regular for decaf? No. We can meet him. Gotcha. We can meet him, then toilet-paper his house. He's gonna need it after the coffee. This is it, where Hoops lives. It's a palace. I'm too nervous to knock. We don't really know him. What if he's one of those suffering artist types who are into witchcraft? Or what if he's a cannibal and wants to eat

us? What if he's a cannibal and doesn't want to eat us? We couldn't live with the shame. Oh, shh! Run! Old Man Walker? What's he doing in Hoops' house? Maybe we got the wrong house. Oh, he's sad that he got no mail. That's 'cause I got it. It's addressed to Hoops. This is the right place. Whoa. The whole house is filled with "Kelpbed Kid" stuff. It's just like being in the show. -Come on in! -Don't mind if I do. What's happening? [thumping] Is that Hoops? Uh, no. It's Old Man Walker again. Remember? From the mailbox?

Oh, yeah. Hooligans! Swindlers! Letter looters! Oh, we didn't mean any harm! We just wanted to meet Hoops. -We're fans. -We love Hoops! Huh? Hoops? Why didn't you say so? [beeping] I'm Hoops! [laughing] Okay, old man. Uh, I hate to break it to you, but Hoops is a little kid. Yup, I was Hoops when I was a little kid, Many years ago. You're telling me there have been many years? I don't believe it. Yes, it was in the past. I think you're trying to past one over on us. Past one over. [laughing] I don't get it.

What are you, a couple of dizzy ding dongs? Hey, he said Hoops' catchphrase. "Ya dizzy ding dongs." Ya dizzy ding dongs. [gasping] Patrick, Old Man Walker is Hoops! He just kinda, sorta, decayed. Hoops! We love you! You're breaking my bones. Hey, he's got a new catchphrase. Okay, if I can just make it to the kitchen, nobody will hear me laughing. SpongeBob, kindly get in the kitchen. And off of my face! Your face? [laughing] What's so funny about my face? There's nothing funny about your... face! [laughing] Don't laugh at me. I laugh at you. Don't listen

to him, you're beautiful. Nobody will hear my laughs in here. [laughing] Hey, I'm eating here. Why is the restaurant laughing at us? Huh? [laughing] SpongeBob! Your little laughing prank just scared away all me customers. Explain yourself, boy-o! He's laughing at my face, Mr. Krabs. I'm not laughing at you, Squidward! [laughing] I'm not laughing at anything. Mr. Krabs, what do I do? Think happy thoughts and just knock it off. I'm offended! There is no one here to take my Fifi's order! Oh, gold-plated sorries, Lady Upturn. Mr. Squidward will take your very important order right away. Whoa!

I need an ambulance. [laughing] How dare you laugh at my misfortune! Mr. Krabs, fire this cretin at once! You heard her! Come back when you're not a giggling idiot! Don't come back? But, Mr. Krabs, I'm not laughing on purpose. [laughing] He's laughing at you, Fifi. [growling] I'm sorry, Fifi. I'm a monster! I gotta hide. That way, my laughter won't hurt anyone else. [laughing] Okay, good. It's dark. If there's nothing to see, there's nothing to laugh at. Right? Today we will be operating on a robot. -Oh, how exciting! -What will they think of next? I will

begin by loosening the first bolt. Nurse, wrench. This is really on tight. Nurse, sponge. Laughing is not allowed in the operating room. Get out of here! Ha, ha, ha, ha! I am the surgeon now. I am the surgeon now. I am the surgeon now. Fascinating. That it's not funny! [laughing] Huh? Intruders! A break in! I knew this can of hairspray would come in handy one day. Who's down there? I have an aerosol can and I'm not afraid to use it. [grunting] My eyes! Huh? Happy friend-- Happy friendiversary, Squidward! [blowing horn] SpongeBob, what time is it?

It's one minute after midnight on the day that we first met. It's all here in my Squidward memory book. What? Here's us at camp. Here's when I moved in right next door. Oh, and here's when I got employee of the month instead of you again. Here's one I took a few minutes ago. Look at you. Just like an angel. All right, that's it! Get out! Okay, see you around, friend. Friend, friend, friend, friend, friend. Friend, friend, friend, friend, friend, friend. Friend, friendiversary! Happy friendiversary! Remember the first time I startled you into this trash can? Go

away! Go away! Classic Squiddy. Memories. Is he here? Is he here? Phew. Not here. Hey, Squidward! Remember that time I dedicated a song to you? Oh, you do remember. Leave me be! [knocking] Remember the time I got you these rocket skates? No. That's because we're making a new memory. -No. -Happy friendiversary! [screaming] [exploding] SpongeBob? SpongeBob? SpongeBob? SpongeBob? [laughing] Phew. Oh, the Kelpie G concert. Now, that was a good memory. Huh? "Remember this, Squidward?" [screaming] Happy friendiversary! [screaming] Huh? -Remember this, Squidward? -Huh? Remember this, Squidward? Remember this, Squidward? Please, you gotta help me. Remember this, Squidward?

Oh, no, no, no! Happy friendiversary. Happy friendiversary. [thundering] He remembers everything. Everything that happened. Even things that didn't happen. Maybe even things that will happen. Things that will never happen. If he remembers it, it happens. ♪ Oh, happy birthday on you ♪ ♪ It's your birthday It's true ♪ ♪ It's the day That I built you ♪ ♪ Happy birthday on-- ♪ Ow! [screaming] Oh, Sheldon, this has been the best birthday I've ever had. Ow! And it ain't over yet. It's time for the birthday girl to open her presents. Ta-da! It's a gift certificate for

tango lessons. You know I'd love to dance with you, sweetie, but we've tried this before and if you recall.... Yeah, oh, yeah. Yeehaw! It did not go well. This time is gonna be different. Because your other birthday present is... This! The Leg Yanker Five Zillion! This is for you, baby. [screaming] Nice weather up here. Well, hello, tall, green and evil. May I have this dance? [grunting] Love the new stems, Plankton. Whoa! It's 8:00 p.m. already, where's our dance instructor? Hello, class! [cheering] I'm your tango instructor, Susie Groove. And when I'm done with you, this is

how you gotta move. So, everyone start dancing, and I'll come around and give you some tips. You're breaking the first rule, honey. It takes two to tango. Sorry, Miss Groove. Mr. Krabs ordered me to be Pearl's tango partner tonight, but she just doesn't dig my tangy moves. SpongeBob, you can't tango. I need a real dance partner, not a cackling, bow-legged goofball. No offense. I took it as a compliment. [laughing] I can teach anyone to tango. All you gotta do is... Wow, you can tango. Thanks to Susie Groove. That's too close to tango. One, two, three.

One, two, three. Relax, Sheldon. I'm trying, my little whirling dervish, but these legs have minds of their own. Not that way, you idiots. Damn you. Compose yourself, darling. We're in public. I know. I just need something to balance me. See? It works. Uh-oh. Wait, I got it! I got it! [screaming] Stop dancing! -Ow. -Sorry, Susie. I just washed my legs and I can't do a thing with them. Legs ain't your problem, honey. If you wanna tango, you gotta learn to dance with your hips. With my lips? This isn't working. Ugh. -Hey, SpongeBob. -Hi, Sandy. Nice

of you to drop in. Check it out. I science'd up a new invention. I call it the Anthropomorphizer. Allow me to demonstrate. -Wow! -Yay! [cheering] Seasoning! Voilà! Instant life. [cheering] Thank you. Thank you. Sandy, can it really bring anything to life? You can bet the farm on it. Even a Krabby Patty? Yep. I reckon so. Order up! It lives! My Krabby Patty lives! My, what odd sensations. I feel like-- Well, like I can feel! That's called livin'. You can walk and talk, and I reckon you got a few thoughts up in the ol' bun too.

Hmm, I reckon I do! I can't believe it. A real krabby patty who can talk, and I can talk back to it, and we can talk about everything we love, because I never knew What Krabby Patties loved, but now I can know, and it can know what I know, because I love Krabby Patties. I can show you what I love in Bikini Bottom! Well, double my cheese. I'm in! Yoohoo! Welp, I've created life from nothing but fast food. I reckon I'm the smartest squirrel in the world. Whoa! This is Jellyfish Fields. [singing] It's where my

friends and I go jellyfishing. What the? Especially new friends like you. And look, Krabby Patty. I even brought an extra little net so you can learn how to-- Whoa! Oh, you caught me! Ew, drop it. You don't know where that nasty patty's been. Hey! That nasty Krabby Patty is my friend. Whoa! Whoa! [screaming] You need to be more careful, Krabby Patty. You can't help it that you're delicious. This is Goofy Goober's, the tastiest ice cream joint in town. Everyone looks so happy. I wanna be happy like them, SpongeBob. I'm a Goofy Goober, yeah, you're a

Goofy Goober. Yoohoo! Good sir. Your happiest Gooberberry Sunrise for two. Sharing with ourselves today, are we? Huh? No, I'm sharing with my new friend-- Krabby Patty! [screaming] I'll save you. [coughing] Whoa! Come on, Krabby Patty, we're leaving. And I am never coming back to a place that would eat a customer. K, see you tomorrow. All right, Squidward! If you can't beat 'em, ignore 'em. [banging] Huh? Oh, hey, Squidw-- Ow. Oh, great. The idiot parade is in town. Oh, no. We don't meet until May. Or was it Septemuary? Ow. I'm just having my carrier clams carry

me to SpongeBob's house. Ow. It's easier this way. Allow me to show you a shortcut. [screaming] Oh, hi, Squidward. Thanks, buddy. See you in Septemuary. Hey, what took ya so long? I ran into traffic. And a house. -Ow, ow, ow! -Huh? Ow, ow! [screaming] Those clams sure do love Squidward. Well, I'm not so sure he loves them. Maybe we should train our clams to avoid him. Oh, yeah! Like everybody else does. Huh? No! [bell chiming] Hmm? Huh? Oh, no! Here they come! Huh? Phew. What the...? [screaming] No. Well, at least I'm not naked this time.

Huh? And on your left, you'll see a naked octopus Locked out of his house. [screaming] I can't take it anymore. I'll have to fight fire with fire! [laughing] Excuse me, miss. Is this seat taken? It is now, sailor. Hm? Three bells? It's lunchtime! Better get some food! Oh, Fondue Man! Huh? Hey, hey, hey. [clapping] [humming] Hmm? Mm? A five cent tip? Thanks a lot, mister. Hmph! Ah, fondue. The perfect food for a beach date. Okay, okay, okay. No. Woohoo! Now, that was a meal. What do you say to a romantic dip in the goo, my

sweet? Well, I suppose I could wash off some of this cheese. [laughing] Huh? [screaming] Eugene! The undertow's got me! Whoa! -Help! -Huh? Rump in a riptide! [whistling] I gotcha, bro. -Yay! -Thank you, Larry. Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! Eugene, don't try to talk. I'd better take you home. Bye, Larry. Thanks again. Huh? Larry's always ready to step in. [giggling] [meowing] Huh? What's the meaning of this, Mr. Squidward? Don't ask me, ask SpongeBob. Hey, mom, you don't need to cut the crust off the Krabby Patty. We are making fast food. Love takes time, darling. Now

hand me a tomato so I can carve it into a rose garnish. SpongeBob! What in blue blazes is going on in-- Oh, hello, Mrs. SquarePants. Well, hello, Eugene. I'm learning how to make Krabby Patties. Oh, how lovely. May I borrow your son for just a moment? What is going on here, boy-o? Why is your mother in the kitchen? Just take a look at that crowd! This is why I never go out to eat anymore! Your mommy has no business at my business. -Send her home. -Oh, but Mr. Krabs, the official employee calendar says it's... Bring

Your Mom to Work Day. To bad I forgot. Boy, that would've been awful. Oh, it shivers me timbers to think what a disaster My mom would make if she was here. [laughing] [clearing throat] Don't you worry, fellas. I invited your moms too. What? How thoughtful of you, SpongeBob. Well, we're here, so stop your horseplay and show me what you do. Mother, you're embarrassing me. Ow, ow, ow, ow! I don't know what you're chuckling about, Eugene. There's wasted money everywhere I look! When was the last time you changed the oil in this fryer? We change it

every day, ma'am. Waste! Should be but once a year. Real tomato ketchup. Waste! I bet in your latrine you use two-ply toilet paper. We use one-ply. As if it grows on trees. Waste! It should be half-ply. Your profits would be much higher If you stopped spending willy-nilly. Yes, Mama. Remember to smile, son. Where's my food? I'm sorry for the delay, sir. Your order will be up soon. I didn't say lose your disdain. And don't slouch. You'll ruin your spine. I'm an invertebrate, mother! And no back talk. Yes, mother. Nice disdain. But save it for the

customers. [humming] Order up for Old Man Jenkins. One Krabby Patty with crust removed and one side salad. I ordered fries, not a salad. The fries are in the salad. Okay, I'll try it. But only 'cause I'm so hungry. Aha! It reminds me of my mother's cooking when I was but a boy. I'm filled with childish glee! I made everyone's orders. Huh? My mom doesn't understand fast food, not the way I do. Her cooking takes forever, because she adds love. You mean there's no love in this Krabby Patty? Now all I taste is the fast. I

demand a refund! -Give me some love. -Yeah, me too! Okay, that's enough. There'll be no refunds. You see, there is love here. My love for your money. You don't want to break us up, do ya? -Give me my money back! -Where's the love? Where's the love? [screeching] Clearly, our sons aren't working hard enough. Believe me when I say no one is more disappointed than we, their mothers. We thought we taught 'em better. To avert this disaster, we're going to take over the restaurant and show our boys how it's done. -But Mama! -Zip it! And to

the shame corner with you three. [awwing] Now time to spruce this place up. And now for a short walk to the top. [eagle whistling] Whew. Well, at least I didn't carry this backpack for nothing. Huh? Amazing. Right on time. -I am? -You sure are. I'll be your guide today. First up, we will cross this amazing fish-made bridge. [creaking] Don't worry, this is way easier than it looks. On your left is the Chasm of Infinite Bruising. Oh, isn't that wonderful? And on your right, we got the Freezing Pit. I told you it'd be a breeze. You're

doing amazing. Let's keep moving. Oh, well, here we are. This is where we part company. Beyond this point lies only death. Plus, I clock out at 6:00. Have fun. Danger, huh? Nothing will stop us from flipping delicious Krabby Patties. Whoa. Whoa. [bell dinging] [snoring] All better now. Oh, sorry to disturb your sacred snoring ritual, but I have traveled a long way from the kitchen of the Krusty Krab just to get-- Say no more. Guru Greasetrap already knows why SpongeBob is here. We have just what you need, melon ballers, spaghetti spoons, egg timers, and there's also

a special on this giant banana hanger. What do you say? This is all really nice, but I just need to get my beloved spatula fixed. Can you reforge it? Oh, please tell me we can save her, Mr. Greasetrap. Oh, is that all? Sure. It'll just take a few minutes. Just let the old man grab his ol' hammer and anvil. Oh, let me get it for ya. No, wait! Don't worry, I'll get you out of there. Later... Greasetrap cannot reforge your spatula until my hands have healed up. But your true spatula is inside you. [gasping] Fine.

I can teach you to reforge it. Thank you, Master! Oh, thank you. Remember, every cut is sacred. Do not carry the wood, let the wood carry you. Whoa! Become one with the fire. Whoo! I'm one with the fire! Master, is it time yet? Many, many unbearable moments later... Oh, he'll never be ready. -I'm ready. I'm ready. -Huh? I'm ready. I'm ready. I'm ready. -You know what? -What? You convinced me. Greasetrap also thinks you're ready. -Really? -Mhm. Hear that, Spatty? It is finally time. You're finally back. Finally indeed. Thank you from the bottom of my pants,

Master. [alarm beeping] Oh, no! I have to find a way back to the Krusty Krab before it's too late. Don't worry. Guru Greasetrap knows a shortcut. Close your eyes. Ooh, I love surprises. Surprise! [screaming] Once upon a time, there lived a naive little Plankton named Jack. Jack's Chum Farm had dried up, and he only had one single farthing left to buy food at the market. Fear not, Karen, my clockwork wife. I will spend our last farthing wisely And save us from starvation. [cuckooing] Get rich now? Magic bean? Only one farthing? Ka-ching! [chuckling] [beeping] Uh-oh. Ouch!

Oh, Karen. I hit the jackpot! Thank King Neptune. Did you get plenty of food and varnish? Yip! Better than that. I got a magical bean. What? What do you do, boil it? You don't eat it. It's magic. Oh, Jack, I can't believe you blew our last penny on a stupid bean. I still need varnish, but I'm not gonna let you go hungry. Open wide. I told you, you don't eat it. It's-- Well, I'm full. I told you so, Karen! There he goes, anything to win an argument. Whoa! Hmm? I don't care if they are good

for my heart. I am never eating another bean. Huh? "Ye Old Krusty Krab"? Maybe someone there can make me rich. [laughing] Sounds like someone is choking to death. Don't worry, I'll save you! [panting] [laughing] Honk. Honk. Galloping goose flesh! [screaming] I meant well, Karen! Yeesh. Watch where you're pecking, you foul-feathered freak. What the-- Huh? [footsteps pounding] Fee, fi, fo, fite. I smell the blood of a Bottomite. [sniffing] Oh? Oh, it's just you, SpongeGoose. I have to stop feeding you people food. [laughing] What? Oh, no! The circus? No wonder there aren't any customers. Boo. Hello again,

Krabs. Ringmaster Mudcrab? This is outrageous! You can't park your flea circus on my property. Since my cousin is the mayor, this city permit says I can. [muttering] Since you won't be busy, here's a free ticket to the circus so you can see where all your money went. Don't forget to try our cotton candy. Your customers are gobbling it up like it was Krabby Patties. [laughing] Oh, boy, it's the circus! Huh? Yes, every year that Ringmaster Mudcrab rolls into town and steals me customers. But this year he's parked his shabby tent show right on me property!

Hey, let's get a Krabby Patty. No, let's go to the circus instead. Well, since there's no work, I'll be going. To the circus. To the circus? To the circus! To destroy it. -To destroy it? -To destroy it! -To destroy it? -No, no, boy-o, not destroy. I said "enjoy." We're going to enjoy the circus. Yay! We're going to the circus! And it'll be fun for all ages. [laughing wickedly] [screaming] We've got another sold-out show today, troupe. So let's give them a spectacle they'll never forget. Yeah, they'll never forget it, all right. Krabs, is that you? That's

right. It's Krabs. And me own crew of incompetent misfits will make such a mockery of your circus that you'll be drummed out of Bikini Bottom forever. Open up! Open up, I say! Hey, Mr. Krabs, I don't get it. Why are we dressed like this? Because everyone in the circus is sick today, and my friend the ringmaster asked us to take over the show. So I'll be... the new ringmaster! Yay! Where's Squidward? Do I have to do this? You look great. The pathos is already moving me to tears. Oh, show's starting. Places, everyone. [cheering] Dummies and

numbskulls, spoiled brats of all ages, welcome to the crummiest show on Earth. Dummies? Numbskulls? How rude! He must be one of those insult ringmasters. Well, in that case, he's funny. [laughing] That's weird. They actually enjoyed that. Well, wait till they see this first act. They're gonna hate it. I call your attention to the high wire above me. Introducing Sponge-O the Incompetent. Hey, that's SpongeBob! Hi, SpongeBob! Oh, hey, kids. Whoa! Yes, folks, isn't he appalling? Leave now for a full refund. Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! Fall into the net already. Urchins should do it. Oh, no! No,

no, no! Ow, ow, ow, ow! Ow, ow! I'm out. [cheering] Jetsam City, here I come! This is going to be the best weekend ever! Huh? -Squidward. -Bubble Bass. Don't tell me you're going to the Jetsam City comic convention too. Oh, why would I waste my time on an idiotic comic book convention? I am a man of sophistication. I'm going to the clarinet convention. Oh, please! Talk about a waste of time. Shows what you know. The lecture on the history of spit valves is worth the price of admission alone. When I said talk about a waste

of time, I didn't mean literally. Hmph! All aboard for the train to Jetsam City! Just stay away from me. Dit to the O. Huh? Typical. Dibs! -Keep walking, Bucko! -Oh, come on! Oh, you! You're taking up two seats! One for each cheek. Just move over! It's the last seat on the train. Oh, fine. And don't talk to me. It's finished! Hmph. Then it appears I need another snack. Huh? The fondue cart! The fondue cart! Fondue, sir? One bubbling bowl of melted cheese, please. You're in luck, sir. I just made a fresh, piping hot batch! What

size would you like? Oh, I brought my own fondue pot. -Fill it to the rim. -Yes, sir. Hey, hey. Be careful with that! Next stop, Jetsam City! Hot! Are you going to eat that? Get off of me! [snoring] Hmph! Stay on your side! Well, aren't you two the best of friends! We are not! Now, what do you want? Would you watch my baby while I run to the restroom? I have to powder my nose like a racehorse! Thanks! [snoring] [wailing] This is what I get for traveling coach. [snoring] That fondue gave me the cheese sweats.

Oh! Refreshing. You're making the baby cold! What? Where did you get such an adorable baby? Who clearly wants the window open. Huh? -The baby wants it closed! -The baby wants it open! -Closed! Closed! -Open! Open! Huh? The baby! I'm back! Hey. Where's my baby? You really want to know? [screaming] I hope she finds her baby. Tickets! Tickets! Tickets? Huh? No tickets, huh? [screaming] I loathe you. Don't you worry, baby. When Mommy finds those two, she's gonna ground them. Into dust! I'm walking. Without snacks? I'm going to get hungry. You won't like me when I'm hungry!

I don't like you now! Hm? Hm? I just love breakfast. I don't mind overpaying if it's breakfast. Ooh, that money looks tasty. Do you mind? Sorry. All these people eating breakfast is making me hungry. Hungry for more customers that is. Speaking of customers, stop bothering mine! Well, that sure kick-started my day. -Morning, Mr. Krabs. -Good morning, Krusty crew. I have a fantastic idea for me restaurant. We're opening a Krusty Krab on the moon? We're closing down forever? [explosion] What? No. From now on, the Krusty Krab will start serving breakfast. And you two get to come

to work even earlier. Hmm? Oh, boy, I get to make Krabby Patties for breakfast. No, no, no, no, no. People don't want patties in the morning. They want bacon and eggs and hash browns. You know, breakfast stuff. See if you can whip up a stack of pancakes, boy-o. Yes, sir. [bell dinging] Give it the old mouth test, Mr. Squidward. These pancakes taste like a Krabby Patty. I guess I only know how to cook Krabby Patties. Oh, I was afraid of this. Go down to the bookstore and pick up the breakfast cookbook I ordered. You need

to expand your repertoire a bit, boy-o. Hello, I'm here to pick up a cookbook for Mr. Krabs. Well, of course, sir. [laughing] Here you go. Are you sure this is the right book? Looks right to me. Whoops, pardon me. What a polite little hunk of cheese. [evil laughter] I have a book on hold, last name Witch, first name Evil. Certainly. Must be this one. Your book, ma'am. I forgot my spectacles. Hey, buddy, you sure this is the magic book I ordered? Pretty sure. Huh? If you say so. Uh-oh. I got the cookbook, Mr. Krabs. Hurry

up, boy-o. Breakfast don't last all day, you know. Love potions, summoning demons, the undead and you. Oh, breakfast. "Stacks of woe." That must mean pancakes. This book sure calls for some weird ingredients. Mr. Krabs, do we have any zombie teeth, dragon's breath, eye of newt? Well, there should be some in the back of the freezer. -Really? -What? I can't pass up a sale. Found them. Must be cooked in an iron cauldron? Ooh, classy. I think there's one in here somewhere. Oh, there you are. [humming] [muffled scream] Wow, they're glorious. Hmm, looks tasty. Mr. Squidward, you're

up again. Say, these are pretty good. Breakfast is served! [cheering] [screaming] Hey, something soft broke my fall. Thanks, patty. Patty, I don't think we're in Bikini Bottom anymore. [screeching] We must be lost in the deep Goo Sea. I guess we'll miss the delivery. I've let down poor, old Mr. Krabs. Hey, where are you going? I'm just going to the... little patty's room? Oh, why didn't you say so? I'll discreetly turn around and give you a little privacy. [giggling] Hey, wait a minute. I don't make little patties. Nice try, Plankton. Get back here. Wait a minute,

we're marooned! We have to make this patty last. It's our only food until we're rescued. So? What's your point? If we're gonna survive, we'll have to share. Huh, share? You've got yourself a deal, big boy! Aww, put 'er there, pal. Here, you can have the first bite. -Make it a small one. -Don't mind if I do. That's strange. Uh, Plankton? This patty tastes a little angry. Plankton. Whoa! Plankton! You're okay! Oh, I thought I lost you. Uhh, SpongeBob? Whoa! Enough! Sorry. We have to start looking for shelter before it gets dark. What about Mr. Snake

Monster? Can he come stay with us? No. Sorry, I tried. Not too shabby. Yep. Plankton, could you move your leg over a little? It's a bit cramped in here. [screaming] Hey, lucky these thorns broke our fall. Yeah, lucky me. Hey, this place looks pretty spacious. We can really do a lot with this place. Over there can be your room. That could be my room. Oh, it's a little dark back here, isn't it? Hey, I can hear my echo. Does it feel a little wet in here to you? Hey, look. I found a light switch. [growling]

[screaming] Oh, hey, Plankton. New plan. Let's grab a bite to eat. Well, hello, everybody. I'm Rube Goldfish, and today we'll be exploring the amazing and unknown Bikini Bottom. Warning: what you are about to see is gonna make you say, "That's Fun-believable." We're here at Sandy Cheeks' Treedome, -because-- -Excuse us, Rube, but... The public restroom is right around the corner, boys. No, Patrick and I have something to show you. It's "fun-believable". [laughing] Really? Well, that's just what I'm looking for. Show us what you got. Okay, you ready? -I think so. -This is our chance. Oh, you

don't have to tell me, SpongeBob. -All right. All right. -Is he still there? Let's check. -Okay, he's still there. -You ready? Yeah. One, two... We're ready! We're not ready. Okay, come back when you are. Must be camera shy. Yipe! Would you look at that? Amazing. Whoa! Howdy do, Rube? Howdy, Miss Cheeks. Now, if the robotic arms weren't "fun-believable" enough, I understand that you have a secret skill that nobody knows about. That's right, Rube. I hold the squirrel record for the most nuts Stored in my cheeks. Wow. Can you give us a demonstration? Sure can. I

just happened to have some hazelnuts handy. Wow, impressive. I don't think it's possible to fit any more than that. You ain't seen nuttin' yet. Wow. Fun-believable. Oh, Rube? We're ready! We're ready! We're ready! -Well, folks, it looks like-- -We're ready. We're ready. Whoa! I think I have a nut-ache. Sorry, Sandy. Hey, Rube, should we come back later? Yeah, later would be good. [lightning crashing] [howling] We're here at Nosferatu's Castle. Which is a Historical landmark in Bikini Bottom, by the way. Well, thanks, Rube. But why are we here today, Mr. Nosferatu? Could you give us a

hint? [hissing] The master wants to show you his... Pain-reaction-- Oh, I mean, chain-reaction machine. [giggling] So how does this crazy contraption work, anyway? Okay, master, let it roll. Oh, my. [honking] [metallic cranking] Snackies. The master says, Rube's show is brought to you by Fizzy Fangs Soda. It tickles my teeth. Keep those Patty Whips coming, Mr. Squidward. I'm trying! Closing time. See you tomorrow. Finally. Huh? You can harden your arteries tomorrow. We're closed! The Goobfather would like to have a little talk with your boss. Goobfather? Aren't you the manager of the Goofy Goober? That's just my

day job. The Goobfather is my true identity. I control all the ice cream trade in this town, and I heard about your little fatty flips. That's Patty Whips. And a little friendly competition never hurt anyone. Of course not, but maybe you should stick to flipping patties and leave the frozen treats to the experts, hm? I'm not gonna stop selling my newest moneymaker. Do your stuff, boys. [snoring] Huh? What? Mama, I wanna sing. Whoa! Be thankful I didn't turn you into gelato. Good one, boss. Aw, no more Patty Whips. Don't worry, boy-o. This is me restaurant.

And no one tells me what's on me menu but me. Huh? The Patty Whip machine, it's working again! I spent all night rebuilding it. Patty Whips are back on the menu! But, Mr. Krabs, what if the Goobfather and his goober goons come back? Don't worry. I brought in a little protection meself. Come on out, boys. Aren't they a little elderly? We may be a little wrinkly... But we're as tough as jerky! We're dead. The Goobfather would like to have another little talk. Well, if it isn't the crab who don't listen. Teach him another lesson, boys!

Not so fast, Goobfather. Throw these interlopers out of me restaurant. Initiate formation 42! Hey, look, is that a sale on brass knuckles? -Brass knuckles? -Ooh, do they have my size? Ooh, sorry. Uh-oh, time to skedaddle. Oh, these goons are good. Whoa! Well, we're whipped. Next time you hire some muscle, Krabs, make sure they have muscles. Huh? Eat goobers, you goofballs! [explosion] [laughing] Enough of this bilge water. Time to take the fight to the Goobfather's home turf. Egads! I've been squid-napped! Yup. The captain has a special job just for ye. For me? No, for ye. Well,

I do need a job. Ah, if I get seasick, I get seasick. Oh, don't worry. I'll show ye the ropes. There's the big rope, the little rope, the frowny rope, the smiley rope, and the licorice rope. This one's mine. Do you know how to tie a knot? No, but I'd love to learn. I'll teach ya. Later... [cheering] Typical. [thumping] Avast ye. I be Captain Sponge-Hab. Argh. Hmm? I brought you all here for a special mission... To hunt down the great white jellyfish, Dopey Dick. Was Dopey Dick the beast who took off thy leg, Captain? Naw.

My leg is all squeezed into the handle. [laughing] I just love the sound my spatula makes. [cheering] Dopey Dick is a great white jellyfish, lads. And he's the size of a split-level condominium. Meep. All that jelly! Meep, meep, meep! Meep, meep, meep! Meep, meep, meep! Meep, meep? [popping] So keep your eyes peeled for Dopey Dick. And if ye spot him, just give me a holler. Yes, just like that. That is exactly what you should do when you actually see him. Meep, meep, meep! Dopey Dick. Doy, doy, doy, doy. Doy, doy, doy. Jellyfish be dumb. Chase

that snow-hilled hump! You, in the smart wool cap, I have a special job for ye. I be ready. What is it? Whoa. This is the special job? Uh-huh. You'll make a great sticky harpoon. Fire! [screaming] Okay, now I'm gonna throw up. We got him! Doy, doy, doy, doy, doy, doy. Meep! He's got us! Whoa! Meep! Oh, please slow down, Dopey Dick! I don't have anything left to throw up! [meeping] Oh, boy, ice meep. [tires screeching] [meeping] Yeah. Real meep, daddy-o. [meeping] Bouncy, bouncy! Bouncy, bouncy, bouncy! I love to meep. Meep, meep! Meep! [meeping] Meep? Meep,

meep, meep. Hey, SpongeBob. These palms are ready to play some serious patty-cake. Meep. And you can't play patty-cake without cake. Meep! Patty-cake, patty-cake. Baker's man, I'll eat the cake as fast as I can. Mama called the doctor, and the doctor said, "No more patty-cakes jumping on the bed." [meeping] [meeping] Mailman! [meeping] Morning, SpongeBob. Morning, Patrick. [meeping] No! [meeping] It's about time, SpongeBob. LateBob is more like it. Ha, LateBob. When you're done snorting, I'd like to order a Krabby Patty. Okay, hold on. One Krabby Patty, SpongeBob. [meeping] SpongeBob, stop that meeping. What do you think you

are? An anchovy? Oof! I hear money meeps. Are the anchovies back? It's SpongeBob. [meeping] SpongeBob! What in the barnacles is going on here? [meeping] [singing] Huh? [barking] Step aside and let my precious Fifi pass, or I will be offended. [meeping] Meep? [laughing] [meeping] [screaming] Huh? It's a stamp-meep! Phew. [meeping] Breaking News! Bob Gale Doppler, with the big weather. And I'd like to report it's sunny skies for Bikini Bottom. But not today, cause there's a storm warning coming at ya. We got a gust of faux-chovies coming in from the southwest. Now with a closer look, here's

our man on the street, Rube Goldfish. Thanks, Gale. I'm here with the faux-chovies that are causing all this meep-abaloo. Now I just have to ask the question everyone wants to know. What in the world does "meep" mean? [meeping] Ameeping. Haha, thanks, Rube. So if you don't wanna turn into an anchovy today, you're advised to stay indoors until that faux-chovy pressure system moves away. Huh? Whoa! Meep! Do any of these pets pique your fancy? No. Uh-uh. Nope. Whoa! That one! I want that one! That's the pet for me! All right, go on through. Hold it right

there! I'm gonna need to see some proof of pet. Of course. That's a rock. Yeah. His name is Rolly. I don't see how this thing is a pet. Oh, here. Take a closer look. Oh, yes. He's adorable. Go right in. Thanks. Come on, Rolly. [neighing] [meowing] Yup, that's my card. [giggling] Rolly, Rolly, Rolly! Geode hunting is a cracking good time. [giggling] The perfect crystal quartz lattice. An exquisite specimen for my collection. Rolly, you're the best rock ever. What the devil? By Jove. Such majesty. That must have quite the geode inside. [laughing] Tallyho, good chap. Whoa!

Perciful Rockhound, amateur geode enthusiast. You talk funny. Huh? What? What's that, Rolly? Uh-huh. Rolly says he wants to play with you. Here you go. Have fun, you two. Wow. Hey, Patrick. Where's Rolly? Oh, he's playing with the funny mustache man over there. [muffled muttering] Oh, so cute. But that's enough play, Rolly. Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa! Whoa, Rolly! You wanna play with everyone today. Done already? Oh, who's a good boy? Patrick, maybe we should leave. Good idea, SpongeBob. Everybody here is sleeping anyway. Come on, Rolly! I will tear that rock asunder. What a fun

day. Now it's time to do my favorite thing... nothing! It's the Sir Urchin & Snail Fail Show. -Why, you! -What'd I do? [meowing] [ringing] SquarePants residence. Oh, SpongeBob. I don't think Rolly likes TV. -He tore up the place. -Have you been feeding him? Pets get cranky if they don't get their food. Oh, yeah! -Thanks, buddy. -Of course. Rolly! SpongeBob said you need lots of food. Good thing I had this big bag of cement mix on hand. Just add water. Okay. Bone apple teeth, Rolly. Now it's time for my lunch. I like it dry. Huh? Whoa!

Rolly, you got big. SpongeBob? Yes? I fed Rolly, and he got big! Is he dying? No, you silly. He probably just needs a walk to go potty. But make sure he wears his leash. Okay! Time for a walk, Rolly. The world is your toilet. Huh? My word. How rotund his rock has grown. I must pilfer that plump pebble. [purring] Oh, Gary! Come outside. I got a surprise for you. [meowing] You're gonna love this, Gary, really love it. You're ready? Ta-da! It's a playhouse just for you. Now you're a homeowner just like me, Minus the mortgage

payments. [sniffing] Go on. Go right in. [meowing] Don't you love it? Who lives in a playhouse under the sea? [meowing] That's right. You. Well, I'm gonna leave you alone to play. Have fun. Gary, time to come in. Gary? Gare-bear? [meowing] Come on, buddy. It's late. Time to go inside. No? You wanna spend the night in your new playhouse? Aww, that is so cu-- Where'd he get a door? Okay. Well, I'm-- I'm really happy you like my gift. Okay, well, good night. SpongeBob, will you knock off that racket? It's not me. What? It's not me. It's

Gary. Larry? That lousy lobster! [ringing] Larry, you meat head. Whatever you're doing, stop it. I need my sleep. The next morning... Wow. Gary, did you do this? Gary? [bell dings] What? Oh, this is so cute. Gary! This is too cute. I'm having a cuteness attack. [barking] Oh, hi, Spot. [meowing] Oh, that is the cutest thing I've ever seen. It's so cute. I can't breathe. I need water. It's too cute. It's too cute. Too cute. Too cute. Too cute. That garbage can looks like Squidward's house. [grumbling] Aw, that Squidward-looking urchin must be one of Gary's pals.

Can this day get any more adorable? Barbecue nuts? These customers will eat anything. [burping] Nice aftertaste. Sandy's in the kitchen with SpongeBob. We're in the kitchen, we two. Sandy's in the kitchen with SpongeBob Making nuts on the barbeque! You heard the boss, man. Tell me what's what. Well, this here's where the magic happens. The grill. [screaming] As long as the sacred space is respected, the kitchen will remain in perfect harmony. Not to worry. We'll be like two crickets on a fiddle in here. Huh? Here, knock yourselves out, please. Already on it! So how many nuts

should I fix up? Nuts? Oh, sorry, Sandy, there must be a mistake. These are all for Krabby Patties. Don't worry, I'll get the word out. Howdy, Bubble Bass, I reckon you're hankering for a delicious new dish. Certainly not. I procured the same patty every day because I have a refined-- [burping] Ooh, such smoky stupidity. What is it? Sandy's smokin' barbecue nuts. Pretty good, am I right? Not just pretty good but good enough to go on the big screen! "Try Sandy's smokin' barbecue nuts." You hear that, everyone? This guy's butt loves those nuts. I'll take some

nuts. His butt's never wrong. -I'd like some! -Me too! Ooh, nice! [crowd talking] Whooo, doggie! Now we're cookin'! Yeah! [buffalo sound] [chiming] [burping] Yeah! Here. [burping] Aww! [cheering] [chiming] Hm? [crowd cheering] [burping] The demand for nuts is up! So we're increasing supply! Make way, boy-o! Gee, Mr. Krabs, I think you might be overwhelming poor Sandy. This here's the barbecue lunch rush. And here's, somebody wants a Krabby Patty, I guess. Now giddy up! [fast paced music playing] Whoa! Phew. -All the orders are up. -Yep, all of 'em. Oh, that one's mine. Perfect, no more wobble. Patty.

Well, here I am floating face-down in a swimming pool. I always wanted a pool, and in the end, I got one. How did I get here? Well, it all started yesterday. Sponge-- SpongeBob! Whoa! Squidward, did you say something? Why are you digging up your yard? I'm putting in a pool. Oh, a pool? Mhm, and I'm going to invite my favorite next-door neighbor as soon as it's ready. Get off me! I wouldn't be caught dead in your muddy, little bacteria hole. I only swim in sophisticated pools. Well, if you change your mind, it's almost done. Yeah,

sure. Uh-huh. It's done! What the--? Why, it's beautiful. Why does he get to have a pool? If anyone around here deserves a pool, it's me. Cannonball! Hey, Squidward, come join us in the pool! Quick, while the water's still wet! Pool! Forget the pool. Forget the pool. Forget the pool. Mhm. What the-- Pool. [screaming] Pool! Keep quiet, you chlorinated clods! -Cannonball! -Huh? Uh-oh. Ouch! Ow, ow. Who needs a soggy, old pool when you have the luxury and elegance of indoor air conditioning. Ooh, it's a little hot. Huh? That is one cool pool, my fool. -See you

tomorrow, SpongeBob. -Swim safely, Patrick. Meet you at the pool. Oh, it's so hot. Hey, Squidward... What? Who said that? Don't be a drip. Take a dip. You know you want to. SpongeBob is asleep. I'll just take a quick dip to cool off. That a boy! Jump in. [screaming] Pool. [muffled screaming] Thank Neptune nobody heard me. Gary, you leave those sea bunnies alone and come to bed. Ow! Phew. Now I can have the pool all to myself. Oh, pool. Ciao, everybody. Ciao, Squidwardo. Squidwardo, you must play your clarinet for us. You simply must. I'll think about

it. [awwing] Yeah! Ciao bella. Wha-- Egad, I must've fallen asleep. Oh, boy. It's time for... imagination. [giggling] [cheering] [engine grinding] -That's weird. -Hey, neighbor. Can I borrow a cup of sand? I'm all out. Huh? Hey, isn't that the-- It is, but it won't start. Let me see if I can get it going. [engine grinding] [wheezing] We need a professional. Imagination Box Repair. This is the place! Aha! Welcome! [fireworks bursting] Wow, a double corrugated 3600. I haven't seen one of these in 25 years. What seems to be the problem? Well, the inspiration motor won't turn over.

Dern thing's on the fritz. Yeah. And it doesn't work. Let me take a look under the flap. [metallic clanking] Well, there's your problem. Your box has blown a whimsy gasket. They don't make those anymore! But I could give you a great deal on a cushion fort. No, that's okay. I'm a cardboard man. Aw, this dumb ol' box is just junk now. Hey! Get off my sand! Whoa! What's happening? Where am I? Inside my imagination box. Where'd he go? You must've jostled something and fixed it. Patrick! Squidward must be lost! Lost in his own... Imagination! I

can't see a thing in here! I need a flashlight! Just imagine a flashlight. Oh, yeah, right. I'll just imagine it and it'll appear! What the-- Oh, it worked. Now, where's the way out of here? Ooh! I'm leaving! Huh? [screaming] How do I get out of this crazy place? That's easy, Squidward. Just visualize where you'd rather be! I'd rather be far away from you! Like at a fancy beach resort. And relaxing on a lounge chair. Ooh! Sipping a tropical drink. Maybe this imagination thing isn't so bad after all. What are you doing now? Well, if you

must know, I'm relaxing under an umbrella surrounded by beautiful tropical plants. Sounds like you're in a jungle. No! It's not a-- Jungle? Aren't jungles full of dangerous animals? Yep! Like scary sea snakes! Huh? [screaming] I'm just itching to get back to my experiment. Huh? [ringing] -Hello? -Sandy, help me! Flying Dutchman? Whoa! Sandy! -Hmm? -That's just a painting! I'm down here! What happened to you, Dutchy? What's it look like? A witch trapped me inside a crystal ball! Now get me out of here! Sandy, I am in your hands. Let me try a little... Or maybe some

of this. [drilling sound] Well, that didn't work. Come on, brain! [clucking] That's it! I need to use good old farm science on this one! [clucking] Hey, what are you doing? Ow! Hey! You hatched me good! Wait a minute. I'm still tiny. What gives, Sandy? Huh? I'm sorry to interrupt, Science Officer Cheeks, but the Undersea Space Agency needs your immediate assistance. Absolutely. Sorry, Dutchy, duty calls. Whoa! A giant meteor is headed straight for Earth, and as usual, Sandy, you're the only one that can save us. Aha! You can count on me, sir. [cheering] Pardon me, Earth,

you'll need to scooch over a bit. Phew! Uh-oh! That sidewinding stone is a-coming back. Bad meteor, bad! [crying] Thanks, Sandy! Sweet mother-of-pearl! I can finally be all alone with my... My experiment worked! It's huge! [knocking] Wait right there. Cavalry's coming. I am Pecan Sandy! Howdy, Pecan Sandy. Hmm? I'm Sandy Number One, and I created you in my lab to help me with all the chores while I'm out saving people all day. You can start by taking out the garbage. Pecan Sandy hates taking out the garbage. [roaring] I'm sorry, Pecan Sandy! You don't have to take

out the garbage! How about washing the dishes? Hmm? [roaring] Pecan Sandy is not your maid! [roaring] This experiment is backfiring on me. I gotta think, gotta think. My bushwhacked brain is too fried to think. All right, time to use some brawn! How am I gonna shut down that stupid Spud Bucket? Why don't you call the health inspector? He shuts us down every week. Karen, you're a genius! And since I built you, I'm a double genius! Bikini Bottom Health Department. Just look at it. This joint is completely infested with vermin. The vermins are even preparing the

food. [cheering] Oh, my. This restaurant doesn't deserve an A. -It deserves a triple A+. -What? [cheering] Thank you! That's right neighborly. And thank you, sir. For your generous donation to the Health Inspector Benevolent Fund. Always ready to help the less fortunate. Huh? So you want customers, eh? I'll give you a customer. Howdy, son, what you got there? I brought you a restaurant warming present, dad. Behold the insatiable bulge! Come on in, it's all you can eat. Oh, boy! I can eat this! I can't eat all of this. I can eat this! And I can't eat--

Hey! So long, Spud Bucket. [cheering] Huh? Well, I just have to thank you. This Patrick feller Is the jim dandiest tater masher I ever did see! Barnacles! [screaming] Things are going even better than I hoped. I love when you get all Machiavellian, Mr. Krabs. I got a load of potatoes for the Spud Ducket. Hold on! I got a delivery too! Fire in the hole! [exploding] Huh? This tater shrapnel is better than Frenchy fries! You're awful! Spud Bucket has ruined my plans to conquer the world. Now, what am I supposed to do? Well, why don't you

come work for us? The Spud Bucket is a family business. And you're family, son. Well, if I can't sabotage 'em, annihilate 'em, or squelch 'em, I might as well join 'em. One spud du jour! You know, cooking food that people really want to eat actually makes me pretty happy. Your tater, sir. Oh, boy. Excuse me, what is in this peculiar potato? That's a potato a la Plankton with just a pinch of chum for flavour. Oh, no! You're the chef? Everyone, put down your potatoes! Plankton is in the kitchen! [screaming] All right, Plankton, come on out.

I make this gi look good. Now bow to your sensei. Plankton bows to no one. -Huh? -Hiyah. Good. Now we may begin. We must first gauge your current level of self-defense. Think fast! Think what? Ouch! Now I know why they call it a sneaker. Maybe something a little gentler. Whoa! I can't flip like you. Only flop. Okay, how 'bout these? Ouch! Seems like you lack the fundamentals. What you need is some basic training. Okidoki, furry lady. Hyah, hyah, hyah, hyah, hyah! Ow. Hiyah! Now that you've mastered the basics, I reckon you're ready to spar with

a real partner. -Hi, Plankton! -SpongeBob? Don't you worry. I'll go easy on ya. Foam sparring boots. I can't promise I'll do the same. Bow to your opponent. Now fight! Hmm? That was pretty good, Plankton. But remember to keep your guard up. It's no use. I'm just too small to avoid being stepped on. But in karate, your greatest weakness may also be your greatest strength. Yeah, but in "rea-li-tay", that doesn't make any sense! Allow me to demonstrate. SpongeBob, give me the old roundhouse. Your opponent's momentum can be used... Huh? Against them, no matter your size. You

okay, SpongeBob? I would bow to you If I could. Ouch. That was incredible! Let me try. Visualize the technique. Grab, twist, and let gravity do the rest. Shut up, you're distracting me. Hiyah! I did it! In your face, feet! Congratulations, Plankton. But remember, this technique is to be used strictly for self-defense. Oh, of course, Sensei Sandy. Wink. Bye-bye! [giggling] Sandy, could you give me a ride to the hospital? Whoops! Oh, sure, SpongeBob. All right, who's looking to rumble? Huh? You! Hiyah! What unexplained force of nature! I feel so powerful! And I can't help but use

that power for evil! [evil laughter] You know what your problem is, Patrick? Your brain is just too full of unimportant knowledge. Yeah, it is pretty jam-packed. Or is it packed with jam? We need to make some room in your head for bike riding. Let's see. Do you remember how to brush your teeth? Of course. I even know how to comb my teeth. Well, now you don't. How to watch TV? Nah, not important. Put on your pants? Overrated. Family? Unnecessary. Many memories later... Patrick, what is your name? Who is I? Ooh, I think someone's finally ready

To ride a bicycle! [exploding] [horn squeaking] All right, Patrick, you're ready. There's just one more thing to remember-- have fun. Fun! I have no knowledge of bike riding. Huh? Patrick, get off that bike before it's too late! Don't worry, SpongeBob. It's just Bread Man's Hill. That's not Bread Man's Hill, it's Dead Man's Hill! Wha-- Is that worse? It sounds worse. It is worse! Whoa! Whoa! SpongeBob, I'm doing it! I'm bicycling! [screeching] [cheering] [screaming] [grunting] In honor of becoming the greatest bicyclist who has ever lived, I present you the key To Bikini Bottom. Oh, and the

lock! Patrick! Patrick! Patrick! Patrick! Patrick! Patrick? Oh, thank Neptune, you're okay. Of course I'm okay. I'm an expert bicyclist now. Patrick, you crashed all the way down Dead Man's Hill. [screaming] You've been in a coma for six weeks. Whoa! A new personal best. Sorry I couldn't teach you how to ride a bike, Patrick. Who needs a dumb bike? I am a bike! Hop on, buddy! Let's roll! Look out! [cheering] [laughing] [exploding] I don't know how to ride a Patrick. Oh, so this is where my spell book went. [roaring] Ooh, a customer. Take her order, Squidward.

Thanks, but I couldn't eat another bite. I'm here to swap books with you. I think my spell book got mixed up with your cookbook. But first, I better take care of this foodie fiasco. Flippity floppity food! Not maple syrup! I'm sticky. So sticky. Hey, you, the spongy kid with the wand. That's a spatula. My wand. Well, I'll lend you some of my magic. The only way to stop breakfast is with its mortal enemy-- dinner. Oh, I can do dinner. Pippity poppity pot roast. No. Squidward is not part of a balanced breakfast, a triple-decker Krabby Patty.

With cheese. [exploding] I need a vacation. Hey, kid, do you wanna be my apprentice? You got a real knack for magic. Thanks, but the only magic I need is the delicious taste of a Krabby Patty. A patty? It's a little early for me. Unless... A Krabby waffle. Ooh, a Krabby waffle, eh? I have another brilliant idea. We will no longer be serving breakfast. From now on, the Krusty Krab will be serving "brinner"! Ooh, the breakfast-dinner duo. And this time, I picked up the new cookbook myself. [ghosts howling] Hey, we've got customers.

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