Where can I get a job and find my porpoise?
Don't look at me. I ain't got it.
I already have my dream job producing The Patrick Show.
Oh, that show's a hoot. The pink guy is so dumb.
Come on, brother. It's time to start the show.
[groaning]
Squidina, what's the matter?
Oh, producing The Patrick Show every day has got me burning
the candle at both ends.
Yeah, I hear ya.
I think I need an extra pair of hands around here.
Well, why didn't you say so? Here ya go.
I meant we should hire an intern.
Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, that's what I meant too.
My hands! You found them. Thank you, son. Thank you.
Now, back to business.
Oh, yeah. That's the stuff.
Eww.
[gasping]
Patrick.
[giggling]
Yah! Patrick!
[snoring]
Come on, Patrick. The show must go on.
[coughing]
Coming to you from the Star family home,
it time for...
The Patrick Show!
And here's your wide awake host.
Me!
Squidina, I'm done with the wild animal bit!
On it.
[growling, grunting]
None of that on my set. Do you hear?
[whimpering]
Good boy.
Hey big bro, did that sea bear hurt you?
Well, I don't think so.
- Huh? Oh. - Why you ask?
[grunting]
[Squidina] Welcome to The Patrick Show .
[groaning] Today, we're talking about
uh, oh, enemies.
I got 'em, you got 'em.
Sometime's, I'm my own sister's enemy
'cause I go crazy and I ruin all her hard work.
Now, here's a prerecorded segment
from when I wasn't being such a stubborn jerk.
Where are you going? The show is this way.
[groaning]
Knock 'em dead, bro.
And now, it's The Patrick Show with your host, Patrick Star!
[music playing]
[barking]
[grunting]
[shrieking]
Ooh. Muffins.
Morning big bro. Huh?
[braying]
Morning, little sis.
[hissing]
[growling]
Whoa. The remote seems grumpier than usual.
I guess it's gone forever.
You could go looking for the remote.
You know, find it, bring it back.
Fetch it. Fetch it, boy. You can do it.
Go on. Go get that remote.
Okay, I'll do it.
[grunting] Uh-oh.
Morning... [groaning]
Patrick. How's the old creative process going?
Terrible!
I've been spinning all morning, and I've still got nothing.
Hmm. Uh-huh.
Well, I'm sure you'll come up with a neat show idea, like--
[mumbling]
Ice cream.
[mumbling]
Welp, looks like we're doing another ice cream show.
- Uh-huh. - Hey, sis.
What ya up to?
Well, right now I'm trying
to book an imaginary act for your imaginary TV show.
Well, how's it going?
They said their imaginary people
are gonna call my imaginary people.
[chuckles]
So, anyway.
What's the matter, sis?
Are you sad that Fenton stole our ideas
and used them to achieve television success
beyond our wildest dreams?
Maybe a little.
Well, I won't stand for it!
TV should only make you happy!
Come here, boy.
[barking]
Sick 'em, Tanko.
[barking, screaming]
[laughing]
Now, that's good television.
[grunting]
We are in the middle of a show. What are you doing?
I need to get my golf club,
a-and Grand Pat won't let me go upstairs.
[grumbling]
Grand Pat, Patrick needs that club
which means the show needs that club
which means we're getting that club!
[grumbling]
[whimpering] Uh-huh.
[grumbling]
Get him! Get him Patrick!
[fighting]
So, what did we learn today, Patrick?
Well, I don't want any more jobs.
They're too much work.
I have found my true porpoise doing my TV show.
Really? Then what do I do with this?
Let me go ya little [clicking]
Hey, watch your language. This is a family show.
The end is so itchy.