[camera shutter]

You gonna buy something?

No, I'm not in the market for any souvenirs.

Oh, you can never have too many...

[gasps] Oh no! I just realized what this place is!

- You have? - Patrick,

we have walked straight into a tourist trap.

- A trap?! - Shh...

[whispering] A trap?!

Come on, let's escape

before we spend all our money on useless trinkets.

Patrick, wait, I saw a very nice driftwood sculpture over there

that would work great as a mantelpiece.

SpongeBob, no!

[crying]

SpongeBob!

Patrick, that tourist trap took me for everything I had!

Now we don't have any money, we're still lost,

and we're gonna be in big trouble!

Oh, this vacation is a disaster!

[crying]

SpongeBob, I--

[crying and mumbling]

I don't think this vacation's been a disaster.

[sobbing]

You don't?

No! Of course not, see?

We did everything we dreamt of doing

at The Great Barrier Reef.

Patrick, you're right!

We went down a sewage pipe...

Like a slide.

Bounced off a huge anemone...

Like a trampoline.

Hid in a nest!

Like a fort!

And swung on some vines! Which are a lot like ropes!

This vacation has it all!

All except for one thing.

What's that?

A way out of here.

My poor parents must be worried sick.

I suggest we take a nap here until they come and find us!

That way we'll be well-rested for the ride home.

I suggest we start walking.

I was afraid he was gonna suggest that.

♪ When I'm on the road ♪

♪ I see stuff going by ♪

♪ When I'm on the road ♪

♪ Got a bug in my eye ♪

♪ When I'm on the road ♪

♪ Looks like clear skies ahead ♪

♪ When I'm... ♪

[coughing]

♪ On the road... ♪

♪ Please stop touching my head ♪

♪ Let's all sing the road song ♪

[clap, clap]

♪ I want to sing it All day long ♪

♪ Let's all sing... ♪

[coughing]

[sighs]

SpongeBob, maybe we oughta take a break

from the singing for a while.

Good idea, Patrick.

I'll just play the road song

on this whistle that I got from the souvenir shop.

[playing the whistle]

Oh, hey, son. We're ready to go.

[keeps playing the whistle]

[keeps playing the whistle]

Wow, SpongeBob, you're pretty good with that thing.

Well, thanks, Patrick. Glad you think so.

Well, apparently I'm not the only one who does.

What do you mean? Who else thinks--

Oh no, not again.

The whistle seems to have soothed it.

I think it's offering us a ride.

♪ Road, road, road, road ♪

♪ Road, road, road, road ♪

♪ When I'm above the road ♪

♪ All I see is sky ♪

♪ When I'm above the road ♪

♪ On a giant fruit fly ♪

♪ When I'm above the road ♪

♪ He used to Fill us with dread ♪

♪ When I'm above the road ♪

♪ I'm as snug As a baby bug in bed ♪

♪ Road, road, road ♪

♪ Let's all sing The above the road song ♪

♪ I wanna sing it all day long ♪

♪ Let's all sing The above the road song ♪

♪ Let's all sing ♪

♪ Along! ♪

Duh.

Thanks again.

Patrick, I think that is the friendliest

terrifyingly gigantic insect

I have ever had the pleasure of being carried off by.

Me too.

SpongeBob? Oh, there you are!

Okay, hop in, boys. The boat is as good as new

and we've got miles and miles of open road ahead of us.

Boys?

[snoring]

Do something, Harold!

He's your son, Margaret.

He's your son.