SpongeBob.

Bikini Bottom's top public access show for the last 20 weeks,

The Guitar Lord!

Ah, the sanctity of my bathroom.

The only place in the world where I can let it all hang out.

[sighing]

[humming]

Squidward, my man, you are perfect.

[sighing]

Good morning, Squidward. Isn't it a lovely day?

Hum...

Ha, did you say hello to the flowers yet?

Good morning, flowers.

[hissing]

[screaming]

Now reading boring Science Digest, that's fun!

[laughing]

Erosion, ha!

Mytosis, oh!

[sighing]

Oh, I thought I told that kid not to put the organic sea cucumber

on top of the free range anenomes.

At least my flowers survived the trip.

[screaming]

[playing clarinet]

[doorbell ringing]

Yeah, uh, we're with the pet hospital down the street,

and I understand you have a dying animal on the premises.

[ringing]

Hello, you've reached the house of unrecognized talent.

Please start after the...

[music playing]

And just a touch of pepper.

[pounding]

Not on the rug!

[groaning]

SpongeBob! Will you keep it down? I am trying to cook.

Oh, hey Squidward. Just doing a little home improvement.

Well, you made my spill pepper all over my important rug.

OK, Squidward.

This is great. My day off, no worries, just relaxation.

I'm the boss, I deserve this.

Ah...

A banana, peeled to your likely, your incoporialness.

One watermelon fresh from the manure field, your sporkiness.

[humming]

There's my hat.

And there's that, and here we go.

Must... relax...

[sighing]

Look at yourself. You're losing your blueish glow.

Stop worrying so much.

Painting fruit. There's nothing more fun than painting fruit.

This is more fun than anything.

Hm...

[Patrick screaming]

Oh, look what I've done.

Oh, no!

[playing clarinet]

[groaning]

It is here that the boxes reach their final stage of assembly.

Isn't there anything on that isn't about boxes?

And welocome back to championship boxing.

I guess this is OK. I mean, it's not really about boxes.

[bell ringing]

I give up.

Warm fire, cosy slippers,

and a piping hot cup of tea with a lemon wedge.

[sizzling]

Why do I even bother?

What are those neanderthals up to?

Don't they know I'm busy spoiling myself?

[screaming]

[screaming]

[screaming]

[gasping]

Goodnight, Clarie.

Tomorrow we begin life anew.

[knocking]

[gasping]

Mm, honey...

What? Oh...

[snoring]

All of the most intelligent programming starts before 5 AM.

Our programming will begin shortly.

How sophisticated.