You're falling apart.

Come on now, SpongeBob.

You need to pull yourself together.

Well, let's just start picking.

Way ahead of you, pal.

Eh.

Ooh.

[squealing]

Hi Squidward!

Oh, I need to erase this from my mind.

[mumbling]

What's a SpongeBob?

I thought we were first kids on the block to get whirly brains.

What are you, thick?

Every kid in town's got a whirly brain.

[groaning]

Comin' through!

A library is a playground... for your mind.

[laughing]

[laughing]

Looks like I'm back in Bikini Bottom forever.

I have something you don't.

The heart of a child.

[cooing]

[burping]

Brain freeze!

Ooh.

Clear!

Clear!

[whimpering]

Ooh. Oh.

Brain food.

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]

[screaming]

[stuttering]

Yeti crab!

Right!

[screaming]

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

Squidward!

[screaming]

Seems easy enough.

Sure, but you have to do it blind folded,

Huh?

Oh there it is. Hey, do you smell something burning?

Uh.

Here, you might need this.

That'll get 'em out!

[screaming]

Sorry about your house, Squidward.

Yeah, we just heard.

[laughing]

I'm a bunny now!

Drive crazy!

Oh! That I can do.

Yeah! Oh yeah!

You forgot your thinking thingy.

I wasn't sure which one was yours, buddy.

Oh, now my name's buddy?

No, duh. That's my name.

I... think.

No. Not mine.

Wrong brain.

Oh, bad brain.

Oh, I guess I'll take this stupid one.

[mumbling]

Hmm mmm.

[mumbling]

Hello, sir. And welcome to the Chum Bucket!

Eh, sir?

[mumbling]

Forget about what that word means!

There is a fire breaking out in the language lobes!

We need to get outta here!

The door's jammed! Push harder.

[mumbling]

Prepare for a...

What the barnacle is a rusty on rye?

Let's see. R, R.

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!

Give me that!

Bye!

Ow.

No silly little snail is a match for my superior sponge brain.

Whoa.

Come on, you stupid brain! Work!

it's working.

I am going to get those passes back,

even if I have to rip Patrick in half!

What the...

[mumbling]

[whimpering]

Come on.

Be inspired!

Brilliant.

[screaming]

[laughing]

I still have one more thing to clean.

Now, this'll be a great learning experience for you.

So, keep your brain peeled.

Can do, Mr. Krabs.

The rest of me is up here.

Phew! You had me worried there, buddy.

[laughing]

Here's your head.

[laughing]

If you see SpongeBob, can you give him his brain back?

I was borrowing it for the weekend.

I'll just set it, uh, here. See ya!

Thank you, Patrick!

It's so simple.

Just flip your lid, attach the propeller,

and watch your brain soar hundreds of feet into the air!

As you control the action!

[screaming]

[mumbling]

Uh...

Hey, look, it's my brain.

Nice and... easy!

[screaming]

So, how's it going?

[squealing]

You were right, Gary. I've got darkness inside of me!

Okay, Patrick. It's out.

Whenever Squidward sees us, the storm clouds in his brain,

roll in and 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 until we leave.

Ah-choo!

Or should I say robot Bob Sponge ship pants?

I put the brain in the robot, you know?

Now listen to me!

I am not dumb! I have a brain!

See, here is a picture of it!

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!

Get out of my body! J-j-j get out!

[mumbling]

[growling]

[groaning]

Five! Come on. Four, three, two, one!

[crying]

In order to enjoy my vacation, I need to stay away from work.

Physically and mentally.

Awe. The little critter likes my whistling pores.

[giggling]

[laughing]

That tickles.

[laughing]

Where am I?

[meowing]

Ewe. That's disgusting.

Now, where do morons keep all their secrets?

Nope,

Just answer the question!

[mumbling]

An idiot?

It should be in here somewhere.

But where?

Where?

Oh.

This will be the beginning of the end.

Ouch!

It worked, Patrick. I scared everybody.

Yeah, I guess it was your pink hat.

Pink hat.

That's not a hat. That's my brain.

Oh.

[screaming]

Get him!

And I need an elevator to climb one stair!

Hi ya!

Oh, I got music, friend.

In my mind!

Oh! I love this song!

Empty your mind of everything that doesn't have

to do with fine dining. Fine dining and breathing.

Just got an order from the boss!

Dump everything that isn't about fine dining.

- Everything? - Everything.

Come on. Come on, come on.

Quicker, quicker! Delete, delete.

Start dumping. Start dumping.

You heard the man!

Two words!

[talking]