Hey, hey Squidward, did you see me?
OK, see you later, Squidinator.
Another day, another migraine.
[laughing]
Migraine.
You're a tough little guy, aren't you?
Good morning, Mr. Squidward.
So, are you ready?
To go home?
[laughing]
[humming]
I just can't decide what to order.
You already ordered.
Don't rush me, young lady.
Hurry up, SpongeBob!
What is taking you so long?
I'm adding the love.
You're not being paid to love.
I'm not in it for the money.
[laughing menacingly]
Ooh.
[laughing]
You're all mine, you sweet Krabby Patty.
Eh. I hope I don't miss again.
[screaming]
Oh, sweet wampum.
Huh? What's that?
Ah, yes, just how I like it.
Nice and empty.
Hey, I'm still here.
Do you work here?
Welcome to the Krusty-- what the?
[grumbling]
Well, there goes my nap.
Thank you!
So if I fire him and make his successor to twice the work...
Come in.
- Get right back to work. - I'm out of here.
Five, four, three, two,
I'm done with my shift, Mr. Krabs.
And let me just say there will come a day
when I will make something of my life and I will never have to set foot
in this grease trap again!
Yeah, we'll see you after your lunch break, Squidward.
OK.
Employee break room?
I never knew this was here.
Ooh!
Is this the Krusty Krab?
No! This is Patrick!
[grunting]
There we go. Woo, that takes care of that.
Ready for the grand finale?
Whoopee! Krabby Patties!
[cheering]
[crying]
SpongeBob, what are you doing in there?
Crying my eyes out.
Well, hurry up. I gotta cry too.
Now eight o'clock.
So long, suckers.
I got a hot date with a little lady and her name is clarinet.
- What? - Are you open?
Read the sign.
I'll have a Krabby Patty Deluxe and a double chili kelp fries.
No, you won't.
I can't hang out here all night.
I've got a life.
Well, fine. If you don't want my money.
Money?
You mean if we stayed open later, you'd give us your money?
Sure.
Mr. Squidward, welcome to the night shift.
Here, please hit me as hard as you can.
Psst, Squidward. I'm working in the kitchen.
[giggling] At night.
Don't hold back.
Look at me. I'm swabbing the bathroom at night.
Ow! I burned my hand... at night.
Taking out the trash. Taking out the trash.
Hm, dumpster writing, the voice of the people.
Here's one somebody didn't finish.
Squidward smells... good.
[laughing]
- Good night. - I love it here, Mr. Krabs.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, sheesh.
If you love it here so much, why don't you just live here?
[laughing]
[grunting]
Something's not right. What is it?
Do I miss my old clock?
Maybe it's my own bed.
What do you say, Gary?