Everyone must write an essay
on what not to do at a stoplight.
[groaning]
Did you hear that?
What not to do at a stoplight!
In no less than 800 words.
[giggling]
Did you hear that?
Eight hundred words!
Yeah, I know!
Everyone will follow the rules of the class.
First rule: No talking.
Does that mean--
All they do is blow, blow, blow on their stupid whistles,
rub, rub, rub that white stuff on their noses,
and show off their gross misshapen bodies!
Dude, put that thing away.
There are, like, children here!
- Honey? - Huh?
You're not using that tan accelerator again, are you?
Oh, don't pretend you don't love it.
[sighs]
[clears throat]
Let me get my wallet.
[grunts]
Wait, let me check this pocket.
No...
Patrick, do you have any change?
How much do you need?
- How much is it? - Fifty cents.
- [grunts] - Fifty cents.
Let me check my other pocket.
Forget it!
- What did you say? - Just take your seat!
- Thanks, mister. - Yeah, whatev--
Well, don't want to keep 'em waiting any longer!
Welcome to art class!
Oh, isn't this cooking?
Sorry.
Howdy, Squidward!
It is here that the boxes reach their final stage of assembly.
I couldn't afford a present this year,
so I got you this box.
That's what I got you!
Weren't you that guy on the television last night?
[laughing]
Yes, that was me! I...
Oh! Please, excuse me, sir.
Oh, that's quite alright, uh... SpongeBob.
Wow! I'm getting recognized all over!
Next thing you know, people are gonna start doing stuff
like holding doors open for...
[gasps] Why, sir, I'm flattered.
Really? I don't smell anything.
[laughing]
You're on your way, kid.
Welcome to the Krusty Krab. How may I help you?
Yeah. Give me two large fries and a Jumbo Krabby Patty.
Hey, what's that?
Oh, I didn't see anything...
Hey, where'd that other guy go?
April Fools'!
I'm right here!
[laughing]
Hey, that was pretty good.
Order number 17!
Order 17?
No. Mmh... No.
Hey, pal, you just blow in from Stupidtown?
Excuse me, I think your ice machine's broken.
Keep looking. You'll find someone who cares.
Excuse me.
The ice machine's broken.
[screaming] No!
Why?!
Hey, what are you doing with my change?
Your change?
Anything on the floor be fair game.
[sobbing]
[crying]
Hey!
- You. - Me?
You think this is funny?
In a cosmic sort of way, yes.
Well, Mr. Funny Man,
is this how you get your sick kicks?
What? It's just an ordinary Krabby...
Oh, my goodness!
Uh... Pardon me, sir.
Could I interest you in a copy of the Examiner this fine day?
[laughs] Nobody reads the Examiner, bud!
It's all full of boring charts and facts!
The Bottom Feeder's where it's at!
It's stuff like interesting stories and stuff.
"Fishboy strikes again"?
All right!
Put the money in the bag!
Put it in!
Um, you're facing the wrong way, sir.
[laughing]
All right! Give me the money!
Will that be from your savings or your checking account, sir?
Uh, savings.
May I please see some identification?
- Sure, here you go. - Thank you.
Sir, we're showing a balance of zero dollars and zero cents
for both of your accounts.
Oh.
Next!
Let's get him!
[panting]
Huh?
[screaming]
Good riddance! Dreamer!
Come on, more!
[playing the trumpet]
Good afternoon, ladies and gentlemen,
and welcome to our live coverage
of this year's annual spring classic,
the 102nd Running of the Snail.
And what a beautiful day for the sport of kings,
of which I am a huge fan.
Seriously, I'm just a fan.
I was on my way to my seat. The door was open.
Hey, what are you doing?
[chuckles] Sorry about that, folks.
- So then... - Huh?
Nice do, SpongeBob.
[stifled laughter]
Yeah, where can I get one?
[laughing]
Well, good night, folks! Come again!
Thought those deadbeats would never leave.
Excuse me, sir, but do you have the time?
Sure. It's 10 to 3:00.
- Thank you. - Don't mention.
Don't mention what?
Uh, who said that?
- Me? - [screams]
Ghosts!