[meowing]

Check, check. One, two. [meowing]

Ah, that's more like it. Hello, there, Papa Bob.

Papa Bob.

[whimpering] Oh, Gary,

now you can express your innermost thoughts

in language I can understand.

[grunting]

I have so many questions.

Lay 'em on me, Papa Bob. [meowing]

What do you dream about?

[meowing] Mostly...

I dream of flying above it all...

Aww, that's sweet.

While I breathe fiery destruction

upon my enemies.

[screaming]

Hey, if you're gonna dream, dream big, right?

[clears throat] Let's move on to question two,

shall we? What are your long-term goals?

[meowing] To finish restoring my hot rod.

Yeah, you need to get on that.

But what I really want to know is...

how do I look in these pants?

[meowing]

They really bring out the sharp corners

of your buttocks.

I gotta find out what's in that secret box!

I'm not gonna rest 'til I do!

That's it!

How do you look into a secret box?

Secretly, of course!

I'll just take the box while Patrick's sleeping,

look inside and before Patrick even has time to notice,

I'll slide it back.

Patrick won't know and I'll have my own little secret.

Good idea, ah, Gary?

No.

Hello, Gary.

[meowing] Hello, stinky man.

Hmm? Hmm. [sniffing]

Phew! Oh. Oh, you're right, Gary, I am ripe!

[grunting]

Ah, much better.

[sniffing, meowing] Delightfully disgusting.

Thank you, my good man.

Gary! Huh?

Excuse me, sir. Have you seen--

[gasping] Sponge Bob?

Gary?

How dare you invade the sanctity of my dreams?

Gary! You can talk!

[sighing]

In dreams, one is not tethered by earthly limitations.

What does that mean?

Come.

For ages, dreams have been thought of

as windows to another realm.

"Let me not mar that perfect dream

by an auroral stain,

but so adjust my daily night that it may come again."

Emily Dickinson wrote that.

Who?

Here's one you might know. [clearing throat]

"There once was a man from Peru

who dreamed he was eating his shoe.

He woke with a fright in the middle of the night

to find that his dream had come true."

[laughing] Gee, Gary, you sure are smart.

Did you think my shell was full of hot air?

Well, thanks for the info, Gary.

I'm going back to my own dream now.

Beware of your wandering eye.

Gary has a new translating collar.

[meowing] Hello, hairy astronaut lady.

How do you do, little fella?

[meowing] You know,

same shell, different day.

Oh, good grief. SpongeBob, Gary can't talk. He's a snail!

[meowing] Greetings and salutations,

grouchy man.

Wha-ha?

I bought Gary the new pet translator collar.

Why would you want to talk to him?

Who wouldn't want to talk to their pet?

I was talking to Gary.

[meowing] Oh. Those walls. That carpet.

Turns out Gary has

a very sophisticated sense of design.

Really?

Well, maybe I'll give him the guided tour.

[yawning] Night, Gare Bear.

[meowing] Good night, Papa Bob.

[meowing] Ah, the naive cephalopod style.

[meowing] Not very sophisticated.

Huh? See here.

[meowing] Ugh! Tacky.

Hold on now!

Don't worry, Squidward, I'm taking notes for you.

Feel the plainfulness flow through you.

[meowing] You watch this nonsense?

What? What's wrong with it?

[meowing] Nothing, I'm sure.

[meowing] Apparently, no brain required.

Come, Papa Bob. Let's get out of here

before this bad taste rubs off on us.