[horn blowing]
SpongeBob.
Bikini Bottom's top public access show for the last 20 weeks,
The Guitar Lord!
Ah, the sanctity of my bathroom.
The only place in the world where I can let it all hang out.
[sighing]
[humming]
Squidward, my man, you are perfect.
[sighing]
Good morning, Squidward. Isn't it a lovely day?
Hum...
Ha, did you say hello to the flowers yet?
Good morning, flowers.
[hissing]
[screaming]
Now reading boring Science Digest, that's fun!
[laughing]
Erosion, ha!
Mytosis, oh!
[sighing]
Oh, I thought I told that kid not to put the organic sea cucumber
on top of the free range anenomes.
At least my flowers survived the trip.
[screaming]
[playing clarinet]
[doorbell ringing]
Yeah, uh, we're with the pet hospital down the street,
and I understand you have a dying animal on the premises.
[ringing]
Hello, you've reached the house of unrecognized talent.
Please start after the...
[music playing]
And just a touch of pepper.
[pounding]
Not on the rug!
[groaning]
SpongeBob! Will you keep it down? I am trying to cook.
Oh, hey Squidward. Just doing a little home improvement.
Well, you made my spill pepper all over my important rug.
OK, Squidward.
This is great. My day off, no worries, just relaxation.
I'm the boss, I deserve this.
Ah...
A banana, peeled to your likely, your incoporialness.
One watermelon fresh from the manure field, your sporkiness.
[humming]
There's my hat.
And there's that, and here we go.
Must... relax...
[sighing]
Look at yourself. You're losing your blueish glow.
Stop worrying so much.
Painting fruit. There's nothing more fun than painting fruit.
This is more fun than anything.
Hm...
[Patrick screaming]
Oh, look what I've done.
Oh, no!
[playing clarinet]
[groaning]
It is here that the boxes reach their final stage of assembly.
Isn't there anything on that isn't about boxes?
And welocome back to championship boxing.
I guess this is OK. I mean, it's not really about boxes.
[bell ringing]
I give up.
Warm fire, cosy slippers,
and a piping hot cup of tea with a lemon wedge.
[sizzling]
Why do I even bother?
What are those neanderthals up to?
Don't they know I'm busy spoiling myself?
[screaming]
[gasping]
Goodnight, Clarie.
Tomorrow we begin life anew.
[knocking]
[gasping]
Mm, honey...
What? Oh...
[snoring]
All of the most intelligent programming starts before 5 AM.
Our programming will begin shortly.
How sophisticated.