Oh... how did a clam get in here?

I'll show you for defiling my art.

Look what you've done! My bust is busted.

Oh, boy, a message.

"Hello, Patrick. From SpongeBob."

Ooh, a mystery sender.

Got ya. Safe travels. Wa-ha.

Get out of my house!

Oh, boy, Patrick responded.

Aw. It's a duck and a chicken kissing, I think.

Be right back, clammies.

Oh, hello, Squidward.

Are you trying out a new sunscreen?

What? No! It's those stupid clams.

Why are they flying through my house?

They're carrier clams.

Patrick and I are sending each other messages.

Well, your brainless bivalves are going through my windows and destroying my art.

Just promise me you'll stop sending your clams through my window.

Behind you?

We promise.

Peace and quiet.

Oh, that must be the new marble slabs I ordered.

Hello.

What?! More clams?!

Oh, that is it.

Time to take matters into my own tentacles.

Hey, it's rude to laugh at Squidward's hilarious shame.

Patrick, I'm sending over lunch!

Thank, Neptune, I'm starving!

Have fun at the chowder factory.

You did it, Squidward.

You finally put a stop to those stupid clams.

Oh, boy, Chowder. Thanks for the grub, SpongeBob!

Did you have fun at the chowder factory?

Ow! Hot chowder!

All right, Squidward, if you can't beat 'em, ignore 'em.

Huh? Oh, hi, Squidwa-Ow.

Oh, great, the idiot parade is in town.

No, we don't meet until May. Or was it Septemuary?

I'm just having my carrier clams carry me to SpongeBob's house.

Ow. It's easier this way.

Allow me to show you a shortcut.

Oh, hi, Squidward.

Thanks, buddy.