Now will you show me what's inside your secret box?

No, SpongeBob.

It's for me to know and for you to never find out.

You may be an open book, SpongeBob,

but I'm a bit more complicated than that.

The inner machinations of my mind are an enigma.

[beeping]

Just try stepping in rhythm.

Now I want everyone to stand in straight rows of five.

Is this the part where we start kicking?

No, SpongeBob. That's a chorus line .

Kicking? I want to do some kicking.

[grunting] Why, you...

Why, I oughta... [fighting]

[grunting]

[screaming]

Whoever is the owner of the white sedan,

you left your lights on.

[trumpet sounding]

[trumpet sounding]

Patrick, you fool!

This was over before it started.

I will now consider your unconditional surren--

[deflating] Der.

[laughing]

So that's how he wants it to go down.

[grunting]

Ha! You missed me.

[grunting]

[grunting]

[grunting]

Phew. [gun cocking]

[grunting]

[groaning]

Score one for the boys back home.

Yes? Oh, Patrick.

What an unpleasant surprise.

Oh, boy.

Nothing like a game of charades.

[groaning]

I was trying to tell you that I was chocking on snow,

but the snow melted and turned into water,

and I drank all the water and now I'm better.

Fascinating.

Now where was I? [knocking]

- What? - Can I use your bathroom?

Patrick, go use your own bathroom.

I don't think I can make it. Please?

- No. - Please?

- No. - Please?

- No. - Please?

OK, make it quick.

That's OK.

[beeping]

Ow!

Ow!

Ow!

Oh... [screaming]

[screaming]

[screaming]

[screaming]

[screaming]

[screaming]

- We're done! - Yeah!

So what do you think?

I wish I lived there.

- Really? - No.

[beeping]

Patrick! Tee time, Patrick!

Patrick! Tee time, Patrick!

Patrick, wake up!

Ready to lose?

Weather permitting, of course,

[thunder rumbling]

Aw. How are we supposed to golf in this downpour?

Our putters are getting waterlogged.

The rain? Doesn't it know I'm the sheriff in these parts?

Hey, rain!

You better stop that.

[screaming]

[groaning]

[screaming]

If you two don't mind, could you keep it down to a low rumble?

Sorry, Squidward.

[beeping]

[inhaling]

[moaning]

My good man, how you doing?

[mumbling]

Excellent. Now let's get down to business.

- What's that? - It's your bill.

I don't have any money.

What? I thought you said you could pay for it.

I'm paying for it all right. [belching]

[beeping]

All quiet on the right side.

All quiet on the left side.

[grunting] Sorry, sir.

- Oh! - Sorry, ma'am.

Hey, what's going on here?

Would you like to buy some cookies?

Mayday, Chicken Leg!

We got a situation on the griddle.

I got the weapon!

[chomping] Yow!

[screaming]

[grunting]

[wheezing]

SpongeBob.

Why are you following... my leg!

Fred, you have to listen to me.

Your leg! Is in constant danger.

Isn't that so, Patrick?

I think I hurt my leg.

- Your what? - My leg!

[sirens wailing]

[beeping]

Who? Me?

Yeah, you, standing there all smiling and whatnot.

Somebody ought to teach you some manners.

OK, but I must warn you,

I happen to be a world championship...

Kick boxer.

I don't care if you're the demon seed of Davy Jones.

You're going down, Tubby.

Tubby?

[growling]

Nobody calls me tubby!

[grunting]

Wait. Patrick, You're supposed to let me win, remember?

Oh, yeah.

[grunting]

No, please. Wait.

[grunting]

[grunting]

[grunting]

[screaming]

[grunting]

[groaning]

No, please. Have mercy!

[screaming]

[beeping]

[groaning]

[groaning]

[screaming]

Squidward, are you sure we're doing this right?

These running shoes are really hurting my ankle's.

Oh, you're absolutely doing it right.

Try to pick up the pace though.

[groaning] Coming through!

[grunting]

I wanna play, Daddy.

No, son. We're sports fans.

We just watch.

And time.

Let's see those ankles.

[shattering]

Oh, yeah. Those look bad.