Litterbugs. This is why I joined the force.

It's the police!

Pull it over, litterbug!

Litterbug? No!

Ooh, I got me a runner.

Patrick, what do you think you're doing?

I don't know! I don't have a license anymore.

Look out!

[screaming]

Whoa! Whoa!

[screaming]

[sirens blaring]

Open up! This is the police!

Yeah, just a second.

Are you SpongeBob SquarePants?

Y-Yes.

Put those eyeballs back in your head, son.

We've got a few questions for you.

Were you at the zoo on the day of the oyster incident?

[stammering] Yes.

Did you or did you not take part

in various activities of zoo time merriment?

Yes.

And are you familiar with this peanut?

Yes.

Just one more question.

Is it true that you were

at the oyster's lair with Mr. Patrick Star?

Yes! Yes, it's true! It's all true.

The merriment, the peanut, the Patrick.

That's all we need to know, son. Let's book him.

Wow, you guys are good.

I'm the last person I would have suspected,

but I was looking for me all the time.

It's the perfect crime.

Yeah, yeah, tell it to the judge, Pinky.

[panting]

[stammering] And a balloon, and a...

What can I do for you, boys?

We stole a balloon.

[crying]

We stole a balloon.

What's the problem here?

Well, it appears these two stole a balloon.

What are you going to do to us?

[whispering]

Okay, follow me.

If you can't do the time, don't do the crime.

Okay, time's up. Now, get out.

B... But we stole a balloon.

Yeah, on Free Balloon Day.

[laughing]

One too many Goofy Goobers again, eh, Patrick?

No, sir. I couldn't eat another.

Get in there and sleep it off.

[snoring]

[snoring]

You're the prettiest button I've ever-

[gasping] Monster!

[grumbling] SpongeBob.

It's after SpongeBob.

It's alright, button,

no monster's gonna eat our friend.

[roaring]

SpongeBob! Ah! No, no, no, no! Wait!

Oh, no. My two best friends are fighting.

But this restraining order says I can't get close enough

to break it up.

I'm sorry, restraining order, but my friends need me.

Stop!

Give me that restraining order.

[shrieking]

All right, let's look at this.

Squidward, please don't send me to jail.

Squidward?

Did you know the monster was Squidward?

What did I tell you before?

I'm trying to get some shut-eye.

Patrick, what are you eating?

Those hordorvers you left on the table.

[gasping]

[belching] Not bad.

Now Patrick is harboring stolen merchandise in his belly.

He's an accomplish, too.

Here they are officers.

These idiots have been causing a ruckus,

interrupting my beauty sleep.

Well, well, well.

If it isn't the art thief himself.

Drop the spoon.

You're all under arrest until we figure this out.

But what do you mean "all"? I'm not under arrest!

I.. I.. I.. uhh.. These are idiots!

They're causing a ruckus! I... I want sleep!

♪ A chance ♪

[booing]

It's working, Patrick. They're booing the highway,

Looks like our message

is really starting to getting through

to the people! Let's play a song while their hearts are open!

Hey wait a minute. This is one of our fliers!

They're pelting us with our own pamphlets!

What does this mean?

I couldn't tell you.

I'll tell you what it means!

It means this!

It means, you hate tambourines?

No! It means-

[siren blaring]

Alright, you guys the highway haters?

Yes, but with good reason, sir.

You see, without jellyfish fields,

jellyfish will have to find a new home and--

All right, you two, you're under arrest.

- What for? - Unlicensed use of a sitar.

But my grandma gave me this sitar.

It didn't come with a license.

Yeah, well neither did this.

Highway! Highway! Highway! Highway!

Highway! Highway! Highway! Highway!

[cheering]

Patrick, I'm scared.

SpongeBob, I'll never forget what my great-uncle Cletus said

right before he was arrested during a freedom march.

- What was that? - It's where a bunch of people

go walking down the street and--

I know what a freedom march is, Patrick.

I mean, what did he say?

Oh. [chuckles] He said,

"Let not your heart walk away from you,

let your mind grow legs and follow it."

Wow, your uncle sounds like a pretty smart guy, Patrick.

What happened to him after he was arrested?

I don't know. He was never heard from again.

I got a surprise for you.

Where'd he go?

You can't fire me. I'm not an executive at all.

I'm just a guy who happens to like sandwiches.

So go ahead, send me away forever

as a corporate spy, if you want to.

But not before I've had my say.

You have a visitor.

Who is it?

- Hello, Patrick. - Hi, SpongeBob.

Hey, I heard you're in charge of the laundry room

on Thursdays. That's nice.

Yeah. Yeah, that's pretty nice, I guess.

Do you know what that makes you?

- Uh-uh. - An executive.

No. Wait.

Is that I think it is?

Uh-huh, an executive treatment.

[gasping]

What happened to prisoner 665321?

[alarm blaring]

Let's go home, SpongeBob.

Okay, but who are you?

[laughing]

[laughing]

[laughing]

No, seriously, who are you?

Bodyguard! Bodyguard!

Look, kid! I'm not your bodyguard!

[crying]

I'm the Strangler. See.

[shrieking] The Strangler!

Good work, SpongeBob.

You put the Strangler behind bars.

At least I'm safe from that yellow idiot.

Hey, Mack. What are you in for?

Call me what you may.

Fact of the matter is I found out

the mystery customer's name first, so I win.

[laughing] I win. I win. I win. I win. I win.

Enjoy your prize.

Whoo hoo hoo! Tropical vacation, here I come!

[laughing]

Vacation? Who said anything about vacation?

What? In the brochure it specifically mentions

an ocean liner vacation.

Oh, you mean that brochure?

Well, that was the prize.

The brochure was taken up too much room

in me drawers, you know, so, it's your prize.

You mean no vacation?

No, just the brochure.

Well, I got to get back to counting me loot.

Enjoy your new prize, Squidward.

See ya on the outside in ten years, buddy.

[shrieking] Oh, well.

At least, I'll have some peace and quiet

for the next ten years.

Hey, Squidward. Parcheesi?