- Are you ready, kids?
all: Aye, aye, Captain!
- I can't hear you.
all: Aye, aye, Captain!
- * Ohh...
* Who lives in a pineapple under the sea? *
all: SpongeBob SquarePants!
- * Absorbent and yellow and porous is he *
all: SpongeBob SquarePants!
- * If nautical nonsense be something you wish *
all: SpongeBob SquarePants!
- * Then drop on the deck and flop like a fish *
all: SpongeBob SquarePants! - Ready?
all: SpongeBob SquarePants!
- SpongeBob
SquarePants!
[laughing]
*
[waves crashing]
[upbeat instrumental music]
*
[bubbling]
- Oh, why can't I get to sleep?
Let's try it again. [sighs]
Warm milk.
White noise machine.
[machine bubbling]
[groans]
Dim lights.
[groans]
* Sleep, little Squidward, catch some winks *
* Everything and everybody clearly stinks *
- [belches] - [screams]
[laughter]
- [grunting]
Oh, yeah! Fizz Bomb Cola!
- Fire in the hole!
- [belches]
[laughter]
- [yelling] Hey!
Will you two psychopaths keep it down?
- Oh, hi, Squidward. How ya doing?
- Horrible! I haven't slept for three days.
- Hey, that's great!
- It is not great.
[grunts]
I've got an audition
with the Bikini Bottom Philharmonic Orchestra
tomorrow morning, and I'm a nervous wreck.
- Why don't you try taking a walk?
Works for me. - You know, normally,
I jump up and scream when you appear like that.
But I'm so tired, I'm just gonna take
your stupid advice.
- No, Patrick, no!
[both grunting]
- We've got to keep it quiet.
[stomach gurgling]
- Tell my parents I love them.
- Ahh! [grunts]
[inhales, grunts]
Hit the dirt!
- [belches]
[gulps]
[sighs]
That was sheer beauty.
- Taking a walk...walk...
walk.
[groans]
- [snoring]
[sheep bleating]
- [groans]
Home.
[door creaks]
[both munching]
[creepy music]
- SpongeBob? What's happening?
- I don't know.
*
- [snoring]
- Ahh! [grunts]
- [sighs]
- Aw, poor guy was just sleepy.
Looks like we're gonna be here a while.
See you in the morning, Patrick.
- Oh, yeah. I should probably...
[sighs]
[snores]
- [meows]
- Aww.
Aww.
[all snoring]
- [crows]
- [meows]
- [yawns]
[yells]
This isn't my rug! Where--where am I?
Who am I?
[panting] Who am I?
How am I? - Patrick, Patrick, calm down.
You're at my house. Oh, and that is your rug.
- Oh, yeah.
Ruggie, Ruggie, Ruggie.
- Squidward, time to wake up.
Wake up, little Squidward.
Patrick, Squidward won't wake up.
- Ruggie, Ruggie, Ruggie, Ruggie!
[yelling] Wake up, little Squidward,
wake up!
- Maybe we should get him up.
[chanting together] Wake up, wake up,
wake up, wake up!
- [groans]
[coffee dripping]
[hissing]
both: Wake up!
- [snores]
[electric guitar trilling]
both: Wake up!
- [snoring] - Patrick, this is bad.
Squidward won't make his audition
with the Philharmonic Orchestra. What can we do?
- Oh, we'll have to create another Squidward in a lab.
- Patrick, you are a genius!
[bubbling]
[dramatic music]
[machinery grinding]
- [grunts]
- [screams]
- [grunting]
[both gasp]
- [grunts]
[growling]
*
[smashing]
- Eureka!
- No, Patrick. It didn't work.
- Ooh, we've tried everything under the ocean,
and we failed.
If only we could just crawl up inside Squidward
and play him like a puppet.
- That's it! We could crawl up
inside Squidward and play him like a puppet!
- Oh, whose dumb idea was that?
- Yours.
- Well, it sounds good to me.
- Okay, Patrick, you go in first
and control his arms and legs.
Then I'll go in and control the brain.
- Okay.
[grunting]
Eww.
[laughs]
It tickles.
- How's that feel, buddy?
- Not bad. Okay, get on my shoulders.
- [grunting]
Okay, Patrick, I'm gonna see if I can make Squidward talk.
[as Squidward] My name is Squidward,
and I think SpongeBob is a lamebrain.
[laughs]
- [laughs]
Wow, you sound more like him than--
than Squidward. [laughs]
- All right, Patrick, we've got a date
at the Bikini Bottom Philharmonic.
Let's get going.
[as Squidward] Whoa, whoops.
Watch out. Take it easy.
[jackhammer pounding]
- Hey!
- Left foot, right foot.
[both exclaiming]
[groaning]
- [grunting]
- [frantic muttering]
Whoa! Excuse me.
Sorry. - Yeah?
[screams]
[explosion]
- [screams]
- Pardon me.
- Hey, Twinkle Toes,
you're in a no dancing zone.
Now beat it.
- [grunting]
Patrick, I just realized I don't know
where the concert hall is.
[epic music]
Uh, let's ask someone.
- Whoa!
[as Squidward] - Excuse me, ma'am.
I'm looking for the concert hall.
[grunting] Whoa!
- Young man, you don't need a concert hall.
You need a hospital.
- Great Neptune, you're hideous!
I manage a freak show, and you're exactly
the kind of act I need.
- Mommy, look.
It's Frankenstein!
[all murmuring]
- Oh, Patrick! That bus is going
to the concert hall!
[all murmuring]
- [grunting]
[coin clinking]
Patrick, do you have any change?
- One second.
- [exclaims]
- Hey, I wasn't born yesterday. That'll be three fares.
[coins clinking]
Hmm, what some people won't do to cheat the system.
[fanfare]
- [grunting]
- And don't come back!
- Oh, man. That conductor's brutal.
[both grunting and exclaiming]
- Whoa!
- Oh, oof!
- [as Squidward] I was just, oh, um,
the thing is not on the thing. Oh, uh...
- Who is that imbecile? - Squidward Tentacles.
Apparently he's a clarinet player.
- All right, whenever you're ready.
- [whispering] The clarinet,
where's his clarinet? - Oh, I got it.
- Ew, why'd you put it there?
- I guess I never actually
thought of the moment where we'd have to play it.
- Let's see, the ability to play clarinet
has got to be in his brain somewhere.
It's just a matter of squeezing it out.
[grunts]
[clarinet squeaking]
[grunting, clarinet squeaking]
- [growls]
All right, thank you, next!
[delicate melody]
- [growls]
both: Huh?
*
- He's magnificent.
- What--what's going on here? Where am I?
I'm at the audition.
I'm playing, but I'm not in control.
I--I feel like I've been taken over by something.
- What's going on?
- I don't know what's happening.
I'm losing control!
- Must...gain...
control!
- That's an unusual playing style, but still.
He sounds magnificent.
- Patrick, I don't think I can
command his brain much longer.
- Me neither, SpongeBob.
- What was that-- SpongeBob? Patrick?
You're inside me? Oh, how did this happen?
Get out of my mind!
Get out of my body. Just--just--just get out!
[muttering]
- [grunting]
- [gagging]
[spits]
both: Ta-da.
- Oh, I am going to lambaste you two.
- You're a wizard. A magical, musical wizard.
- I--huh? Oh.
- Yes, yes!
Oh, bring us to ecstasy, maestro.
- I envy you common people.
For you are about to have the glorious honor
of hearing me play Gustav Mollusk's
Symphony Number Five in C sharp minor.
For I am in complete control.
[shrill squealing]
[both groaning]
[glass shattering]
[cawing and honking]
[ice crashing]
[buildings rumbling]
[both snoring]
- [sighs]
[delicate melody]
Hmm? Huh?
*
- [growls]
[crowd cheering]