What's taking so long?

I never got my fries!

Why doesn't my father love me?

Come on! Why are you so slow?

- Hey, Squidward. - Quit it.

- Hey, Squidward. - Quit it.

- Hey, Squidward. - Quit it!

Mr. Squidward, clean up in the head.

[groaning]

Hey, Squidward.

Also, clean up here.

[whimpering]

- Hey, Squidward. - I said clean up!

Squidward! Squidward!

Hey, Squidward.

[grumbling]

Hey, Squidward. Hey, Squidward. Hey, Squidward. Hey, Squidward.

- Squidward! - Hey, Squidward.

Hey, Squidward, Hey, Squidward.

[grumbling] Oh, no.

Don't just lay there. Clean up! Clean up! CLEAN UP!

[screaming]

[gasping]

It was just a dream.

Just a horrible, realistic, totally on point dream.

Oh, I can't believe I'm dreaming about work

when there's so many more interesting things

I could be doing.

Just look at my unfinished painting.

And my unfinished symphony.

And my uneaten strudel.

My strudel!

Just tasted like pie to me.

It's a strudel, you barbarian.

Just look at those pastry layers.

Hmm.

Oh, yeah.

Ohh... I just woke up

and the day's already a disaster.

I can't face the Krusty Krab today.

I am staying home

and diving into an ocean of Squidward.

[humming]

[mumbling]

[trumpet playing]

[humming]

[sighing]

[sighing]

What the-- Hmm?

[grumbling]

Anymore of that layer pie?

Get out!

Now, to get rid of the other monkey on my back.

[monkey screeching]

[clearing throat]

[coughing]

[ringing]

Krusty Krab.

[coughing]

Oh, Mr. Krabs, it's... [coughing]

Squidward.

Mr. Squidward, what do you doing on the phone?

You should be working.

[coughing]

I can't work, too... [coughing]

sick. [sneezing]

You do sound pretty bad.

You sure you're too sick to work?

[laughing] I mean, I mean...

[coughing] positive.

Hmm. [grunting]

Mmm, too sick, eh?

I've got the cure for what ails ya.

Well, you just rest up Mr. Squidward.

I'll take care of everything.

Okay. Bye, talk-- I mean, I mean [coughing]

Bye.

No one fakes sick on Mr. Krabs and gets away with it.

Ugh.

♪ No work for me today Mr. Squidward gets to play ♪

♪ No customers for me to fear ♪

♪ SpongeBob can take a long walk Off a very short pier ♪

Huh? Oh, that must be the crudités I ordered.

Well-- Whoa!

Oh, Mr. Krabs, I didn't see you there.

How thoughtful of you to visit me in my...

[coughing] weakened state.

Oh, think nothing of it, Mr. Squidward.

You sounded so bad on the phone.

I rushed right over to make sure

you were taking good care of yourself.

Well, I wouldn't want to infect anyone.

So, you should probably go now.

Oh, you are in no condition to be alone.

That's why I brought you some help.

Take one of these and call me in the morning.

The doctor is in.

[groaning]

Swaddle, swaddle, swaddle.

Hush-a-bye now. Don't strain yourself.

Hmm. [grunting]

Really, Mr. Krabs, this is unnecessary.

Of course it is.

If I find out you were faking it

just to get out of work, I'd have to fire ya.

Oh, no faking here. No, I'm really...

[coughing]

sick.

Okay, back to the swaddling.

[laughing]

[groaning]

[laughing]

Oh, yes, I like that. Uh-huh. Uh-huh. Indeed.

[gasping]

Squidward, you're overexerting yourself!

Now, you just rest that sick little body of yours

while SpongeBob finishes up your self portrait for you.

But, but, but.

[laughing]

Oh, yeah! Yeah! [laughing]

Done. In my imagination, you're a helpless, little baby.

Gee, you're sicker than I thought.

Blah.