[Groans]

Be the puzzle piece.

Cannot complete jigsaw puzzle!

Difficulty level too advanced.

Rate of brain activity increasing aging process

by 30 years per second.

Come on, grandpa. You can do it.

You still got a few good years left in you.

Eh?

Go, Patrick! Go!

Go, Patrick! Go!

Go, Patrick! Go!

[Growls]

Go, Patrick! Go!

I told you creatures

I was trying to take a nap over here.

Now, for the last time, can't you just--

Hang on, Squidward.

Patrick was just about to figure out

where the last piece of this puzzle goes.

Weren't you, Patrick?

Who's the green guy?

It's the last piece of the puzzle!

There's only one place it can go.

Right here!

[Pants]

[Gasps]

Squidward.

It wasn't your turn.

That's cheating.

Cheating?

It's a jigsaw puzzle.

You can't cheat.

Oh, it's okay.

We'll just start over.

[Chatters incoherently]

I got to get out of here!

[Thunder booming]

Oh, welcome back, Squidward.

We were right about to start figuring out

where this first puzzle piece goes.

Oh, maybe Squidward can help us--

No, he can't.

Please, Squidward?

-No way. -Please.

I have an even better idea.

-What is it? -Yeah, tell us.

TellTell us.l us.

Tell us. Tell us. Tell us. Tell--

Shh. Quiet time.

It's a game called Boundaries.

Ooh, ooOoh.h-ooh.

Yes, Patrick?

Uh, will there be any spelling in this game?

Oh, no.. No spelling.

Yes!

It's very simple.

The object of the game

is to see how long everyone can leave Squidward alone.

is to see how long everyone can leave Squidward alone.

Until the storm passes,

he will stay inside boundaries

he defines with chalk lines on the floor.

-I have a question. -What?

Where are you gonna get the chalk?

I brought some!

[Ominous organ music]

♪ ♪

[Chalk screeches]

[Sighs]

Brilliant work, as usual, Squidward.

Now all I have to do

is sit here until this storm blows over.

[Stomach growls]

Wait a minute. I'm starving.

Spongebob's got to have some snacks in here somewhere.

Ah, jackpot.

[Crunches]

[Yowls]

[Laughs]

I bet you wish you had some of this, don't--

Snail food?

Blah!

I got to find some real food.

Maybe in the kitchen...

Halt!

Nobody is to cross this boundary.

I'm the one who drew this line

you're not supposed to cross.

If you are the one who drew it,

let me see your identification papers.

Identifi-- Fine.

But when this storm is over,

you're gonna regret this, mister.

What the--what? I don't have them.

They must be in my other pants.

Look, if you just let me cross, I can go and get them.

Please, I promise I'll--

Hmm, you may be telling the truth.

Oh, thank you. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.

I'm just so hungry--

But then again, you may not.

Come with me. We shall find out the truth.

Ooh, that'll be the day.

[Whistle blows]

[Frantic music]

♪ ♪

Stop that cephalopod!

Hiyoh!

[Gags] Please.

I just want to get back onto my side of the boundary.

This, I cannot allow.

It is against the rules.

But all I wanted was something to eat.

Did somebody say something to eat?

[Shouting]

[Crash!]

My food!

Your food?

Hey, I want some too.

[All hooting like monkeys]

[Grunting laughter]

[Pants]

[Yowls]

Wah, wow.

[Mutters]

[Growls]

Is this really what we've come to?

Is one little storm all it takes

to turn us into complete animals?

Apparently so.

Well, that and a refrigerator full of food, anyways.

Well, that and a refrigerator full of food, anyways.

Hey, did you hear that?

Oh, it's just Patrick gnawing on his can.

No, no, no, no, not that.

I mean from outside.

I don't hear anything.

The storm must have stopped.

Squidward, wait!

Whoo-hoo!

So long, suckers!

[Laughs]

[Screams]

Boom!

Curse you, Preflumster.