Pink?

You do care!

Let's promise to never fight again, buddy.

Yeah, pal. Let's go home.

Hey, where ya going?

Get back here and kill each other!

You're my best friend ever.

You too, Patrick.

You know, if I were to die right now, in some sort of fiery explosion due to the carelessness of a friend, well, that would just be OK.

Huh?

Wow, it feels like something just dropped into my lower intestine.

Hey, smells like cherry.

Or maybe grape? Blueberry?

Here it is, the sunset!

I always love to count it down.

Five... you do the rest, buddy!

Four... three...

Two...

One!

I guess we started too early! Let's start again!

Five, four, three...

Two, one!

Well, at least I was able to make his last few hours meaningful.

I am such a good person.

SpongeBob.

SpongeBob!

You don't have to be a baby to get all of Grandma's love.

I don't?

Of course not.

No matter how grown up you get, you will always be my little baby boo.

And remember, you can kiss your grandma and still be an adult.

Here you go.

Thanks, Grandma.

Hold on, Gary! I'm coming!

Uh-oh, one of the coaches seems to have raced onto the track.

That is an automatic disqualification.

Looks like number six has this race all wrapped up, ladies and gentlemen.

Come on, Snelly! It's all you, baby!

Oh Gary, I'm sorry!

Why didn't you just say I was pushing you too hard?

Meow.

You did?

Oh Gary, why didn't you tell me I wasn't listening?

Meow.

You did?

Oh, Gary! Oh, Gary!

What?

Gary?

It's me, SpongeBob.

We used to work together.

SpongeBob?

There you go.

So, where you living these days?

Squidward Tentacles?

Yes?

Sign here please.

Uh, nowhere.

Great! And what have you been doing with yourself?

No wait, let me guess.

I see you've been working on that mustache.

The tattered clothes, the awful smell,

you're a football player!

No.

A space man!

No.

- A football playing king in space? - Don't you get it?

I'm a loser!

I've lost my job, my home.

Everything!

Even your paintings?

Nobody would take them, so I had to eat them!

There, there. You can come live with me.

Here you go, Squidward. You sleep in my bed.

OK, but just until I get a job. One day, two days tops.

Nonsense, you stay as long as you need to.

Goodnight, my little angle.

Howdy ya'll!

Wha-- What's this?

It's a party.

For you!

For me?

It's your own little slice of Texas.

Check it out, Sandy. We've got square dancing.

- Ow, ow, ow, ow, ow. - Giant barby Q's.

Homemade peas in a can pies.

And we got our very own ten gallon hats.

So, what do you think? You gonna stay?

Don't cry anymore, Sandy. I'll go get your bag.

I'm not crying, I'm laughing.

I appreciate what ya'll are trying to do, SpongeBob,

but home isn't about barbeques and pecan pies,

home is where you're surrounded by other critters that care about you.