How's this, Squidward?
It's beautiful.
I mean, this isn't a sculpture.
A good sculpture takes more time.
You can't just sculpt willy nilly.
You got to go by the book, follow the rules.
Otherwise, you'll never get past amateur hour here.
Besides, you got the nose wrong there.
Now it's art.
Oh, it's so obvious.
I would have never thought of that.
I'm sorry, Squidward.
I came here to learn,
and I arrogantly shun your lessons.
I'll never be a great artist like you.
I don't deserve your tutoring.
I don't deserve to be in your presence.
I don't even deserve to use your door.
Hello there.
But I did deserve that. I deserve that, too.
Fez. My name is Monty Moneybags, the.
World famous art collector.
I'm on a shopping spree buying art for my new museum.
Your search is over.
I am bikini bottoms greatest artiste.
I call this one Squidward in repose.
I don't think that will fit in with
the other pieces in my collection.
Why not? Because it's an art collection.
How about this one? I call it bold and brash.
More like belongs in the trash. Oh.
Sorry. I must have missed that one.
Maybe I should be it, huh? What is that?
Wait, wait. That's not the.
Full amazing detail. Perfect censorship.
This is the work of a true genius.
Hello. What's this? This is the only floor.
Ah, that's more like it.
I simply must find the artist responsible.
He shall have fame.
Fame, fortune.
Fortune.
Anything his heart desires. Anything.
It's me. It's me. I'm responsible.
I can see it now.
Your name in the world's most prestigious museums.
I am going to make you immortal. Now help me get this in the car.
Hey, I could use a little help.
My fame, my fortune, my hair.
Well, that's a bit of bad luck right there.
But this shouldn't be a problem for an artist of your magnitude.
You can whip up another one.
Yeah, no problem.
You know, between you and me, this isn't my best work.
Why don't you come back tomorrow and I'll have
something that will really knock your socks off between.
You and me. I'm not wearing socks. Oh.
Yeah? No socks. That's fine. Okay. See you tomorrow. Bye.
I gotta find SpongeBob.
SpongeBob. SpongeBob. SpongeBob. Go away, Squidward.
I don't deserve your kindness.
Hey, cheer up.
I have decided to give you another chance.
Why? With a great teacher like me,
anything is possible.
Don't look at me, Squidward. Don't look at my shame.
These hands weren't meant to create.
They only destroy.
I can't look at them.
Ah, come on, SpongeBob.
You've got yourself a pair of yellow dandies here.
And with my help,
we'll turn them into tools of beauty.
Really? Really, Really, Really, Really.
Really. Wow.
Really?
Let's go.
Squidward, look, it's old,
bald and brash. Give me that one.
Okay, SpongeBob, just do what you did before.
I can't. Wait, wait. Let me help.
Let's start with the circle again.
I did it, Squidward. Huh? But.
But what about the head and the erasing?
And. I don't know, Squidward.
That stuff's not in the book.
Uh, hey.
How about this, huh? Remember?
That's not in the book either.
Forget about the book.