[squealing]

You're not mad at us, are you Squidward? Squidward? Squidward?

[squealing]

[screaming]

Are you sure you should be hoping it like that?

Who's the doctor here?

I am going to get those passes back

even if I have to rip Patrick in half!

What the...

No! Don't! Touch! Me!

I'll get a better look.

Hmm.

It's too dark.

Hmm. Just as I thought.

You've got that pointy bit

from the end of your clarinet stuck in your throat.

That was clumsy of you.

I didn't. It was SpongeBob...

- How's that feel, buddy? - Not bad.

Okay, get on my shoulders.

Okay, Patrick, I'm going to see if I can make Squidward talk!

My name is Squidward and I think SpongeBob is a lame brain.

[laughing]

'Cause you and me, we're like brothers, only closer.

[screaming]

Hi, Squidward!

Oh, I need to erase this from my mind.

Ah, what's a SpongeBob?

Hold on, Squidward.

If that pointy headed pea brain

is the security guard for this place,

then I could sneak my artwork into the museum.

Uh, sneak what into a where?

Think louder, Squidward. You're mumbling.

Get out of my head!

[grunting]

Ugh, give me that!

Bye!

Whenever Squidward sees us,

the storm clouds in his brain roll in

and then a nasty storm rages.

So, Squidward's happy gland

is forced to take shelter in the recesses of his mind.

But the happy gland can't find a recess deep enough.

So, he gets the flu and has to stay in bed and we leave.

Good night, Squidward.

Where are you?

Patrick and I having a sleepover in your belly button.

What the... Get out outta there!

That'll get 'em out.

[screaming]

Sorry about your house, Squidward.

Yeah. We just heard.

[laughing]

I'm a bunny now!

Looks like I'm back in Bikini Bottom forever.

Come on.

[grunting]

Be inspired!

Brilliant.

Ugh!

Patrick, I don't think I can command this brain much longer!

Me neither, SpongeBob!

What was that? SpongeBob? Patrick?

You're inside me?

How, how did this happen?

Get outta my mind!

I'd get out of my body.

Get out!

[mumbling]

[groaning]

[grunting]

Tada.

Nice and easy!

[screaming]

So, how's it going?

[screaming]

[mumbling]

- Gimmie that! - No, give it back!

[arguing]

- Here, let me do it. - I wanna do it!

They're hitting your central nervous system!

[screaming]

Ewe. Where are we?

- May day! May day! We're sinking!

And Patrick won't stop screaming!

Those stomach acid levels are way to high!

The reserve tanks are almost empty!

Patrick!

[grunting]

Fixed.

SpongeBob, you gotta get outta there!

It's a straight shot up the stomach

to the esophagus, where the reed is!

I never thought it would end this way.

[burping]

It's working!

Wee!

They're heading for the esophagus!

Phew! What you been eating?

Morons!

SpongeBob to Sandy, we've reached the foreign obstruction.

Okay, you're gonna have to go out and dislodge it somehow.

I'm already on it.

Two hours later.

This stupid hammer won't break anything!

[grunting]

SpongeBob, do what you were born to do! Dance!

You're right, Patrick. Whirlpool spin!

[gagging]