Come on, SpongeBob, it's quitting time.
I've got a card game tonight.
Who are you playing cards with, Mr. Krabs?
I'm going over to the Chum Bucket to play with Plankton.
Plankton!
But, Mr. Krabs, he's your archenemy.
He's been trying to steal the Krabby Patty formula for years.
Ouch.
Why would you play cards with him?
Between you and me
Plankton is the worst card player in Bikini Bottom!
Why, I've been taking him to the cleaners
every Thursday night for 15 years!
I never lose!
Taking him to the cleaners—
that's a hot one!
How was the card game, Mr. Krabs?
I lost.
Barnacles, Mr. Krabs.
How much money did you lose?
I didn't lose any money.
I lost...
Don't tell me you lost the Krusty Krab!
I lost...
Mr. Krabs
please tell me you didn't lose
the Krabby Patty secret formula!
I... lost...
you!
What?
I bet your contract and I lost.
Good one, Mr. Krabs.
Well, I got to make those Krabby Patties.
D'oh!
I'm afraid you don't work here anymore.
Please tell me this isn't a joke.
Go on, Mr. Krabs.
Tell him.
Tell him all about your cruel, sick joke.
As much as I love cruel, sick jokes
I'm afraid he's not joking.
You work for me now, SpongeBob.
Time to put on the official Chum Bucket bucket helmet.
But, Mr. Krabs
I don't want to work for him!
I want to work for you
here at the Krusty Krab!
I'm sorry, boy!
It's all my fault!
What kind of cold, heartless person
would break apart such a loving relationship?
I would!
SpongeBob!
Mr. Krabs!
This is your greatest blunder, Krabs.
For 15 years I've been throwing those card games
just waiting for you to slip up.
I may not have
the precious Krabby Patty formula
but I've got the next best the guy who makes them!
I'm going to run you
out of business, Krabs.
Mr. Krabs!
SpongeBob!
Can I have my arms back?
Ay!
What is this place?
Okay, I'm ready
for my Krabby Patty!
Actually, uh, Mr. Plankton, sir
I haven't, uh...
Perhaps you don't understand.
You work for me now
and as your new boss
I command you to make me a patty this instant
or I'll be forced to remove your brain
and implant it in my robot chef.
So get cooking.
The sign says "kitchen"
but my heart says "jail."
What is he doing?
All these tears?
And the show tunes?
Why isn't he making the patties?
Forget it!
I'm going with Plan B.
I'll put his brain
in the robot chef.
You know that never works.
The answer is obvious.
To get to the SpongeBob
you must show him compassion and understanding.
Then he'll give you what you want.
Will you be quiet?
I'm thinking!
I've got it!
To get to the SpongeBob
I'll show him compassion and understanding.
Then he'll give me what I want.
Hi.
I'm sorry, Plankton!
I'm trying my best!
I'm not used to cooking this way.
Please don't take my brain out!
Hold it, SpongeBob.
I'm capable of compassion
and understanding.
Really?
Then let me go back to the Krusty Krab.
Let's not get carried away.
Now, what can I do to make you more comfortable
here at the Chum Bucket?
Well, I usually cook on a grill.
You got it!
Well, it wasn't easy, but here it is:
one old frying grill.
How about we try it out?
Uh, it's just that...
I'm used to the grill facing that way.
Say no more.
I'll take care of everything.
How about here?
A little more to the left.
How's this, SpongeBob?
Move it over a little more.
Here?
Keep going.
Here?
Almost!
That's it.
Just a little more...
Perfect! Right there!
I don't know.
Something still doesn't feel right.
Just a few more steps, SpongeBob.
Okay, go ahead, take it off.
It's an exact replica of the Krusty Krab kitchen!
It is an exact replica.
Here's the sink!
The greasy fryers!
The squeaky floorboards!
And that thing!
One Krabby Patty coming up, Mr. Krabs!
Oh, Mr. Krabs...
Don't cry, SpongeBob.
I'll show you it's much better working for me.
Is there anything that old skinflint Krabs
wouldn't let you have?
Well, there is one thing I've always wanted.
Wow!
So, now do you have everything you need
to make some Krabby Patties?
Well...
Are you ready to make some patties?
Wait till I finish my ice cream!
How about those patties?
Faster, faster!
Faster!
"And then the littlest sea elf said..."
Huh?
Steady, Plankton.
It's all going to pay off soon enough.
Hey there, sleepyhead.
What do you say?
All that preparation is making me hungry.
Me, too!
You know what would hit the spot?
Why don't you whip us up some Krabby Patties?
Mmm, I'm kind of in the mood for tacos.
Good one, SpongeBob.
But really, go ahead and make us some patties.
Nah, I don't really feel like it.
But I don't understand.
You have the grill and the spatula
and the comfy chair.
I rubbed your putrid feet!
Tell you what, half-pint, why not ask me later?
I command you to make me a patty this instant!
No!
Blah, blah, blah.
What?
That's it, mister.
You just lost your brain privileges.
Finished.
SpongeBob, come in here.
Or should I say RobotBob
SpongeChefPants?
I put the brain in the robot, you know.
You shouldn't have been a spoiled brat.
You see, I always get what I want
and I want you to make me a Krabby Patty!
Why don't you ask me later?
What?
Get welded.
Wait!
I command you
make me a Krabby Patty!
I don't want to.
Well, old girl, this looks like our final chapter.
Huh?
I can't take any more.
You've got to take that yellow nightmare back!
It's not worth it!
I'm better off
stealing a Krabby Patty fair and square.
Um... well, a deal's a deal, Plankton.
He's your headache now.
Oh, please have mercy, Krabs!
I'll do anything.
I beg of you!
How about you give me 50 bucks
and I'll take him off your hands?
It's a deal!
I cheated anyway.
Now, begone with you, you puny pest!
Thank you!
Ouch.
My brain and I are glad
to be back, Mr. Krabs.
Good to have you back, lad!
Now, get to those patties!
The lunch rush is a-coming!
I don't feel like it.
Why don't you ask me later, Krabby?
I mean, I'm working all day for free—
my treat.
That's what I thought you said.
Well, well, what is this?
Ah, the artist at sea.
Let us watch and see the fruits of his struggle.
Oh, it seems as if inspiration has struck.
The pencil, what...?
The artist has learned
the first lesson of the sea: Always bring a spare pencil.
No!
Okay, ready, Patrick?
One...
Two...
Three!
Scissors beats paper, Patrick.
One...
Two...
Three.
Patrick, how come you always do paper?
What is that thing, SpongeBob?
It looks like a giant pencil.
Go touch it.
It is a giant pencil, Patrick.
Let's draw some giant pictures with it.
What you drawing?
Stand back, Patrick, I can't draw
with you breathing down my neck.
Artists.
It's a jellyfish.
Pretty good, SpongeBob
but it's lacking basic construction
and your perspective
leaves a lot to be desired.
Huh, everybody's a critic.
SpongeBob, your drawing's coming to life!
Ha, ha, that's more like it, Mr. Critic.
No, I mean it's swimming away!
Do you know what this means, Patrick?
Your art can never hang in a museum.
It means we found a magic pencil!
Now all I need is a magic moustache
and all my dreams will have come true.
Coming right up.
Life is good!
Easy come, easy go.
Squidward, if you had some hair
you'd be the most gorgeous creature in the sea!
You've got looks, talent—
all you need is a full head of...
hair!
My turn!
Be careful, Patrick.
Being an artist is a heavy responsibility.
Each work of art is like a child and must be treated as such.
Come on, I was just going to draw a cartoon!
Okay, why didn't you say so?
Hey, another jellyfish!
It's Squidward, silly!
It's kind of creepy-looking when it moves.
Ooh, you're right, SpongeBob.
We can't let him go to town!
Poor Squidward.
Hey!
My brain just hatched an idea.
This is going to be classic.
I think I fancy a stroll around the park.
What do you want...
Hello, what's this?
Someone left me some money for a perm.
Come to Hairy!
Ow!
SpongeBob!
Oh, my hair!
SpongeBob!
Wait.
I've got another idea.
This'll be the ultimate prank.
I'll draw me, and when Squidward answers the door
it won't be me!
Aw, look at him.
Ain't he a doll?
All he needs is a tie.
Ready for action!
He's going to the door!
He's knocking on the door.
Squidward's answering the door, and...
Oh, ow, ow, ow!
He's beating up Squidward!
Doodle Boy, stop!
He's got the pencil.
What have I done?
We've got to find him.
Where could he possibly be?
Maybe he's
in that poorly drawn pineapple.
Come on, let's go.
I'm not going in there.
Come on, Patrick, I'm right behind you.
Baby steps.
Almost there...
What just happened?
Come on, Patrick, give me a boost up.
Can't we just stay down here where it's safe?
No way.
I created this monster
and I've got to stop him.
See what I mean, Patrick?
Where's the leak, ma'am?
You okay, Patrick?
Finland!
There he is.
He's hideous.
He makes me sick just looking at him.
Those big bulgy eyes
that square body, those two buck teeth
and that stupid tie!
Oh, but it looks good on you, SpongeBob!
He's putting down the pencil.
This is our chance.
On the count of three
we'll jump out and surprise him.
Oh, boy, a surprise party!
Is it his birthday?
Patrick, Patrick!
Do something!
Happy birthday!
Here's your present.
You're welcome.
Hold it right there, Doodle.
I brought you into this world
and now I'm going to take you out.
Any last words?
I'm... I'm sorry, what was that?
Hold still, Doodle.
This is for your own good!
Take that, and this, and this
and that, and this, that, this, that, this, that...
I am SpongeBob, destroyer of evil!
Take it easy—
it's just a drawing.
Well, that takes care of that, eh, Patrick?
Done and done.
Gee, Gary, you should have been there.
It sure was exciting.
But you know, I kind of miss the little doodle.
He was like a son to me.
But I am glad that things are back to normal.
Well, good night, sweet prince.
Good night, magic pencil.
Oh, hey, magic pencil.
What are you doing up?
Drawing yourself a glass of water?
DoodleBob!
No hard feelings, right?
What do you think you're doing, Doodle?
You Doodle!
Me SpongeBob!
Huh?
Be careful with that thing.
Who knows what will happen?
I knows.
Very funny, Doodle.
Now it's my turn.
Well, Doodle, it looks like this...
is a draw.
You've made your point.
No matter, I was voted "most artistic" in high school.
Ouch! You're going to pay for that!
Uh, maybe it was "most clumsy."
Huh?
Paper!
Page for Mr. Doodle!
Hey, SpongeBob
what's with all the ruckus?
Take a look for yourself, Patrick.
It's the evil doodle!
No, no, not evil.
He was just a two-dimensional creature
lost in our three-dimensional aquatic world
longing for a purpose.
So... he's a drawing?
Exactly.
See how happy he is?
He still looks kind of creepy.
O great magic pencil
your powers are too mighty for us ocean dwellers
so I will send you back
to the magic kingdom from where you came.
Are you ready, Patrick?
Ready!
We rejoin the artist in a creative slump.
Huh, what's... what's this?
My pencil!
Oh...
The second most important rule
for the artist at sea: Always bring a pencil sharpener.
No!
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