Off you go, Sheldon.
So long, Karen. Bye, Spotty!
Bye, Plankton. Have a nice trip.
Looks like it's just you and me, Spot. Spot?
[barking]
[gasping]
Oh! Plankton's instructions.
Spot, bad amoeba
[barking]
Oh, who needs Plankton's little notes?
A sophisticated AI, like mysel, should have no problem
with a simple organic being.
All he needs is a basic analysis.
No, I'm not done analyzing you!
Spot, heel, boy. Heel!
Uh-oh. Is he supposed to do that?
Hmm, maybe needs a little pumping up.
[grunting]
There you go, Spot.
[barking]
Hey! I killed him.
[knocking]
Huh?
Who sent you? What do you know?
Hi, Karen.
Gary has a playdate with Spot. Remember?
Meow.
Oh, with Spot, huh?
Well, uh, the thing is, Spot can't play today
because he's, uh, he's busy. He's busy.
Uh, he's busy being, um, all over the place in bits
and pieces because I exploded him.
[sobbing]
[laughing]
Yeah, that's Spot all right.
[laughing]
Huh?
Spot! Come to SpongeBob!
[whistling]
[barking]
How did you figure that out?
This happens all the time when he plays with Gary.
[barking, meowing]
Oh, I admit, looking after Spot
while Plankton is gone is proving trickier
than I thought.
Maybe he needs to burn off some energy?
[grunting]
How are you so strong?
[barking]
Meow? Meow!
Spot, look at this mess.
Come on, Spot. Don't you want to be a good boy like Gary?
Meow. [siren blaring]
[barking]
Spot, no! Bad boy!
[siren blaring]
Whoa!
[crying]
[barking]
Spot!
I nose this ain't my doughnut.
Oh.
[barking]
He's too fast. How could this get any worse?
[phone ringing]
Karen's head, how may I direct your call?
Oh, yes. May I talk to Karen? Wait a minute. Who is this?
Uh, uh, that was me...
throwing my voice, and now it's you.
How's the Doomsday Expo?
Eh, it's over. I'm coming home early.
You're what?
But I bought the most evil world conquering device I could find.
Anyway, how's my little Spot?
Put him on the phone. I miss his voice.
Put Spot on the phone? This phone?
[barking]
There's my wittle man.
Sounds like Mommy is taking good care of you.
Hey! Some idiot left this tiny suitcase
next to an open flame! Oh, no.
[screaming] Run!
Eh, gotta go.
[grunting]
Whew. Let's get a bath before Plankton comes home.
Meow.
Oh, hey, Gary. How about your shift?
Meow.