Life is but a walking shadow.

Ooh! You had me worried there, buddy.

[laughing]

Here's your head.

[laughing]

I find all this laughter to be highly illogical.

Well, let's stop laughing and let's start fishing.

Go ahead, you get first crack.

Look at them. These graceful, stoic creatures of the deep.

Huh?

Those are some big words, Pat.

I've never heard you use them before.

Nonsense. My vocabulary is infinitely expanding.

Well, let's expand our jelly fish nets.

Come on, Patrick!

Look buddy, I captured one!

Yes, I captured one as well.

Without disturbing its delicate ecosystem.

It is wrong to harness nature in such a barbaric manner.

What if Mr. Krabs was right?

Maybe my idea is dumb.

[crying]

SpongeBob, sometimes we have to go deep

inside ourselves to solve our problems.

Jumping jellyfish! That's a big sign!

It says future site of the Shelly Superhighway.

Superhighway?! Do you know what that means?

What? Yeah.

It's sort of like the other roads except there are no stops.

I know what a superhighway is!

I mean, for all these jellyfish!

For us! For Jellyfish Field!

Eh, sorry.

So, what you're saying is

that if they go through with their plans

to build this new superhighway through Jellyfish Fields,

that every single species of flora and fauna

that makes this place their habitat will be forced

out of the ecosystem, they have formed.

Effectively, being destroyed.

Well, that's a simplified version.

But yes, something like that.

I'd recognize that piece anywhere!

Cornelius Pufferfish's Opus 67, Symphony in Blue.

Patrick?

It's a beautiful piece.

Execution needs some work.

May I suggest that on the 7th bar of the adagio andante

that you add a little fortissimo on the arpeggiated b-flat scale.

Wow! I never thought to do it like that.

Well, that is because you rarely think.

How do you know so much about music?

A creative outlet provides a spiritual release

and helps facilitate a healthy mental balance. Ah.

Does that include...

belch-talk-ing?

Mr. SquarePants, I find your humor vulgar.

I had no idea you were so knowledgeable, Patrick!

Do you think you can be my musical mentor?

Uhh, guys?

Let's take it from the top.

Not so excellent, Squidward.

Let me demonstrate the proper technique.

On second thought, practice makes perfect.

Let's begin.

Thank you, my good chap.

Unfortunately, this is a solo piece for clarinet only.

And 1, 2, 3, 4...

Stop! Enough!

Find yourself a new mentor!

Oh, if only I knew how to work this thing.

Let me look at it.

Hmm.

You know what the problem is?

What?

You got it set to M for mini.

When it should be said to W for wumbo.

Patrick, I don't think wumbo is a real word.

Come on.

You know.

I wumbo, you wumbo, he, she, me wumbo.

Wumbo, wumboing...

I wonder if I fall from this height,

it would be enough to kill me?

Wumbology,

the study of wumbo.

It's first grade, SpongeBob!

Patrick, I'm sorry I doubted you.

[gasping]

Who's that? Hello?

Hey, Patrick. What you up to?

Sleeping.

That's really fascinating.

Are you having a good sleep?

Any dreams you'd like to discuss?

- I remember on the... - SpongeBob...

you and I both know

that you're just using me as a distraction,

so you don't have to write your essay.

[gasping]

That is not true!

I called to have an engaging conversation with you.

Well, I'm listening.

Uh...

- Marco. - Polo.

It didn't work.

This is all Mr. Krab's fault!

If he hadn't hung that stupid dollar

in the first place, I mean, it's not like

it looks any different than a regular dollar!

Why hang it?

You could just stick any old dollar bill up on the wall!

No one would even know the difference!

You might as well just reach into my wallet,

pull out a dollar and put it on the wall!

And it would be...

Hurry Patrick, take out your wallet!

I don't see where you're going with this.

Hey, a dollar!

Well, Patrick, what do you think about this problem?

You simply change the literal term to a coefficient

and the minuend will achieve the desired quotient.

Even the simplest of mammals can figure it out with

a little thought.

What do you mean by that, Patrick?

I'm merely suggesting

you lack the ability to solve remedial equations.

Are you suggesting I'm dumb?

I'd use a more sophisticated word like impaired.

I think you'd better leave.

I was only trying to help.

I don't need your kind of help, Mr. know-it-all!

I liked you better when you were a barnacle head!

You can complete your mission if we could just access

an alternative fuel like natural gas.

Natural gas?

Like this.

[belching]

Stop burping inside me.

That's disgusting!

Wait a minute, Squidward.

They might be on to something.

What?

If you could make a big enough burp...

We could filter the CO2 through our ballast tanks,

refire the engines and ride the shockwave outta here.

- Wow. - He's right.

What?

We're going through with your plan, Patrick!

Yay!

What plan?

Uh.

[whimpering]

I'm too slow!

[mumbling]

He likes it! Hey, Patrick!

[mumbling]

[mumbling]

Ooh. Patrick,

your head is absorbing all the book knowledge,

just like a sponge!

[laughing]

[laughing]

Oh go, Patrick! Get those words!

Get 'em good!

[mumbling]

Stop... reading... words!

[mumbling]

Wow! What a bookworm! Whoa!

Yes, SpongeBob?

Patrick, I think that's enough knowledge for one day.

Looks like you're full.

Nonsense, dear boy.

One can never accumulate too much information.

Well, we're fresh out of books.

Come on, I'll buy you an ice cream.

Ah. I must confess to feeling more than slightly peckish.

Mmm.

Patrick, I'm so proud of you. Ooh, you're a big brain now.

Oh.

Oh, a skosh too big, it seems, eh, wha'?

Eh, wha' what?

[laughing]

Oh, no matter, my plebeian friend.

I shall simply exit posthaste, posterior-first.

I got it.

Little bit...

Wow. You really got your melon jammed in there, didn't you?

Oh, true, SpongeBob.

Eh, but we can easily solve this problem

on a quantum physics level.

Take this down.

If we reduce my subatomic particles

by way of orbital electromagnetism,

we'll create a harmonic oscillation

within the molecules,

resulting in a wave-function collapse,

which will enable my melon,

as you so drolly put it, to slip out.

Okay, sure. Let's give it a try.

Oh boy.

[meowing]

Gary! Speak to me. Oh...

[meowing]

Oh, Gary you're back.

I'd know that slime anywhere.

[gasping]

Slime! That's it!

[laughing]

Slime it up, Gar-bear.

[laughing]

Abominable!

Yeah, that Gary grease ought to do it.

Okay, Patrick, pull yourself out.

[screaming]

Are you sure you want to give up being smart and phosisticated

to be my friend again?

Knowledge can never replace friendship.

I prefer to be an idiot!

Not just an idiot, Patrick.

You're also my pal.

Patrick?

Say something, Patrick.

Hi, SpongeBob.