Squidward, in honor of employee brotherhood,
I present to you a gift. Ta-da.
I heart you.
Try it on, Mr. Squidward.
It's got "you" written all over it.
[laughing]
I wasn't sure how big to make the hole for the head,
so I used a watermelon for size.
Do you love it?
It's a little itchy. What's this thing made of?
Eyelashes.
[whimpering]
Now, may I resume my minimum wage duties?
After you present your brotherhood gift?
I'll buy the little twerp a gumball.
Oh, no, no, no, no, no, Lad, you know the rules.
You have to make the gift.
The only thing I'm making is for the exit.
Is this any better, Squidward?
I made this one with my tears.
[sighing]
Yummy! [shattering]
Patrick to SpongeBob. The deliciousness has landed!
Well, you two astronauts can eat marshmallows.
I'm going to have a can of Swedish Barnacle Balls,
just as soon as I can get my can opener.
But, Squidward, didn't you take a can opener
when you hiked out here?
Why would I bother? We're ten feet from my house.
But, this is the wilderness.
It just doesn't seem to fit the camping spirit.
Pretty weenie.
All right, all right. Give me a marshmallow.
[shrieking]
Look at this place. It's so cheesy.
Check out this lame doorknob.
[screeching]
[chuckles]
Let's check out inside.
I don't know, Patrick.
Oh, come on. Don't be such a baby.
Wow. So lame.
[thundering]
Nice attention to detail, though.
So not scary.
Hey, this is a nice picture.
[shrieking]
[screaming]
Did you say something, SpongeBob?
[screaming]
[hissing]
Hey, SpongeBob, check this out.
Okay, I'll be right there.
Even the spiders are fake.
I wish something would pop out of a closet,
like a big, hairy hand. That would be scary.
[screaming]
But this place is too low budget for that.
Would be cool though, wouldn't it?
Yeah, that'd be... neato.
[sighing]
Well, look at this, lazing about.
Can I get you anything else? Another pillow maybe?
A cappuccino machine?
No, thanks, I got one.
[whistling]
Perfect. No customers. No SpongeBob.
Oh, for kelp sake, you're a lost cause.
[music playing]
[screaming]
Shh.
Sorry.
[laughing]
So this isn't too scary.
[laughing]
The Fisherman's hook.
Get off the teeter totter!
You fools.
[laughing]
[screaming]
The Fishermen's got 'em.
And he'll fry them into fish sticks.
I can't watch. Is the scary part over?
Hold on. I'll take a peek.
Thank you for meeting me, Edwina, at midnight.
Patrick, it's okay.
Sure? Ah! It's worse, they're kissing.
Mwah.
I love you, Susie.
It's Jennifer.
I'll never leave you, Jennifer.
Goodbye, Margaret!
The Fisherman!
[grumbling]
Sorry. Sorry. Sorry.
[screaming]
See if it's safe.
Aw, the movie's over.
Ah, dang, we hardly even saw it.
Well, we'll watch it again.
And this time all the way through.
Okay, keep your eyes open.
No problem.
I love eating ice cream.
Patrick, I'm getting scared. Hold my eyelids open.
I'm on it.
Oh!
Hey, my ice cream.
[crying]
It was Rocky Road.
My close eyes. So scary.
I can't hold your eyelids. They're too slippery.
Ow!
[screaming]
Oh, no, we missed the movie.
What? Not again.
Oh, this kelp cocoa is delicious.
Yeah, my sensors indicate an agreeable flavor.
Okay, Gal Pals, it's time to initiate our newest member.
You are now a Gal Pal.
That's it? Just this necklace?
No swats or parading around in my PJs?
No trying to scare me with urban legends?
Why would we do that?
Yeah, we like you.
We haven't had a fourth member
since that incident with Flibberty Gibbet. I-
Puff! Shh.
Who's "Slippery Giveth"?
Oh, Flibberty Gibbet.
She was the fourth member of our group.
We had a fight with her years ago right here
at this very cabin one dark and stormy night.
[thundering]
We don't even remember what the fight was about.
It sure was a humdinger of an argument!
She went bananas and vowed to destroy
any and all Gal Pals.
Then she just ran off into these woods!
Some say she's still out there,
all hot-headed and waiting to get her revenge.
That's her pendant you're wearing.
"Flibberty Gibbet"?!
[screaming]
[grunting]
Why did you give me that? Why did you take me here?!
[laughing]
Thanks, gals, you got me.
But I knew you were gonna prank me.
Sure you did.
You should have seen your face.
We got you good!
[laughing]
Mm, Gal Pals.
[rustling, shrieking]
[gasping] What was that?
'Kay, you can stop trying to scare me.
I know Flipperty Giblets is a prank.
Flibberty Gibbet is partly true.
She was a Gal Pal. We did have a fight with her.
And she did run off into these woods.
Wait, that was all the parts!
[rustling]
[growling]
Quick, let's hide in the cabin!
Wait, it- it's okay. It's only SpongeBob.
I asked him to make noise and prank you.
All right, SpongeBob, you can come out!
I'm canceling the prank!
Um, hi, there.
Those, uh, homemade pies sure look good.
Oh, these aren't homemade, they were made in a factory.
A bomb factory. They're bombs.
Oh, that's too bad.
I thought they were pies, and I wanted to buy one.
Wait!
We were just kidding about all that bomb stuff,
and that'll be 25 bucks, please.
So what flavor is it?
- Cherry. - Apple. - Raspberry.
Well, if it'll get old man Krabs off my back.
Okay, here it is, Mr. Krabs, fresh from the oven.
I'll be returning to my life now.
Not yet. I gotta make sure ya did it right.
Wait a second...
this would go great with some milk.
So, you tried to kill me
over a little new age management, eh?
But Mr. Krabs, I had no idea. I can explain.
Mr. Krabs, are you okay?
I heard a- Wow! A pie.
It's from Squidward. "To SpongeBob.
Well, here you go."
[laughing]
Trick or treat. [SpongeBob screaming]
It's okay, son.
That's just SpongeBob ScaredyPants.
[honking, screaming]
Happy Halloween, ScaredyPants. [laughing]
The name's SquarePants. It's SquarePants!
I don't get it, Gary.
Every Halloween, no matter how hard I try,
everybody scares me.
Meow.
Well, I'm sick of it.
No more ScaredyPants!
[screaming]
Hey, Squidward, one more thing. We're playing San Antonio rules.
San "A-what-io" rules?
Check!
[cheering]
Oh, that was a foul!
Tell it to your mama, Squidward!
Mama?
Don't want to hear it.
- Next round's soccer. - What the what?
Sure. Every time you score, you pick a new sport.
I thought you knew all the rules, Squidward.
Well, uh, yeah, well, of course I do. Yeah.
Good, then block this!
Block what?
[groaning]
[cheering]
Oh, come on, I wasn't even ready!
No time outs! Football round!
[horn blaring]
[cheering]
[panting] Just give me a second to-
[screaming]
[grunting]
[groaning]
And the winner is... Sandy Cheeks!
[cheering] Good game, Squidward.
Ow, ow, ow.
Ooh. I'm the Flying Dutchman.
Ooh. I don't know who I am.
[doorbell ringing]
Rar rar! I'm the Flying Dutchman.
Ooh. I'm the Flying Dutchman's best friend.
[laughing]
Hey, don't you kids want your candy?
[laughing]
Oh, boy, that was something.
Your costume really packed a punch.
Do ya think?
Oh, no question.
You scared the barnacles off that guy.
Who should we scare next?
There's a whole party just full of people
down at the Krusty Krab.
And the Flying Dutchman is gonna show up uninvited.
[kids laughing]
Ooh, here comes someone now.
Rar!
Ooh, I'm the Flying Dutchman.
[laughing]
Wasn't that the haunted mattress?
I guess he's been demoted to a haunted sleeping bag.
[laughing]
[indistinct chattering]
[choking]
Oh, dad, you're embarrassing me again.
[crying]
[choking]
[shattering]
Howdy, Squidward.
I mean Flying Dutchman. Great party, huh?
What are you supposed to be?
Why I'm a pet goldfish in a bowl.
I don't get it.
I wish we had something to eat, though.
Look what I've got.
Rectangles!
Not just any rectangles, candy bars.
Oh.
All we gotta do is make 'em last the rest of our lives.
Thanks, SpongeBob. I think I'll eat it now.
[sighing]
I think I'll eat it now.
Ow! Ooh.
Where'd my candy bar go? I must've dropped it.
You just ate it, Pat. It's all over your face.
Where'd it go? I'm gonna starve. Where'd it go?
[grunting]
I can't find it. Where could it possibly be?
Aha!
What?
You stole my candy bar.
No I didn't.
Oh, so, that's how it is, huh?
Once a thief, always a thief.
You ate yours. This is mine.
You took my only food. Now I'm gonna starve.
Here, Patrick, just take half of mine.
Yours? You mean mine.
Do you want it or what?
I don't want it unless you admit you took it.
This is my candy bar.
Liar, liar, plants for hire.
It's "Pants on fire", Patrick.
Well, you would know. Liar.
Well, if you're going to be that way, I'll eat it myself.
You better not.
I'm warning you!
Don't!
Stop it! Don't! [gasping]
[groaning]
[squeaking]
[screaming]
[groaning]
[screaming]
Mm-hmm.
You're a crazy person!