Ooh-wah!
Oh!
- Hmm? Who's that?
Ah!
ah!
Hmm, something's missing.
Aha! June 15th.
Fine month for pickles.
- Order's up!
One perfect patty on a pristine plate
In a squeaky-clean krusty krab.
Man, oh, man, do I love my job!
Hey, mr. Krabs. What's the good word?
- Well, actually, spongebob,
Uh, there's two words.
And they're not very good.
You're fired.
what? - Fired?
- Well, you see,
I've been doin' some calculatin'
And, you know, crunching the old numbers.
And it turns out that I'll save a whole nickel
If I cut your salary.
Completely.
- but how about if I work for free?
- Yeah, I looked into that.
Apparently, it's "illegal."
And I'll lose my "vendor's license."
Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah.
- Uh, 'scuse me.
Is that mine? - I don't know.
Maybe.
Take it.
- You know I love you like a son.
But you can't argue with a nickel.
- But—but—but—but—
But—but—but—but—
But—but— but—but—
But—but—but—but— but—but—
- Hey, what about me?
Can I get fired too?
- I'm afraid not, squidward.
You've got seniority. - Oh, yeah.
- Nope, it's gotta be you, son.
You're canned.
Here's your pink slip.
I'm giving you the ax.
You're fired.
no! Not that!
Anything but that!
- So, uh, if you could just hand over your spatula.
Um...
- I'll just take that.
- Here, I'll get that for you.
- I'll also need the hat.
Allow me.
- Go ahead, take a moment to collect yourself.
Long as you need.
- I'm not a very strong swimmer.
- Okay, that's enough.
It's closing time.
You know, it just won't be
The same around here without you.
You'll have to visit sometime... As a customer.
- Buh-bye now.
Sayonara.
Good riddance.
Man, is it gonna be sweet without that pest around!
- This day couldn't get any better.
Well, eugene,
Let me commend you on a terrific business decision.
But now that spongebob's gone, who will be running the grill?
- Squidward, I'll have you know,
I was five times "golden spatula" in the navy,
So I'll be runnin' the grill.
Ooh!
- I can smell the grease fires already.
- Hey, gary, I'm home.
Forever.
- Oh, mr. Krabs feels he doesn't need me anymore.
- What's that, gary?
You need me?
Oh, the unconditional love of a pet.
Oh, I'm sorry.
Here I am wallowing in my misery,
And it's past your dinnertime.
I used to feed everyone in bikini bottom.
Now I just feed you.
Oh, thanks, gary.
- That's how I used to hold my spatula.
- Patrick, what's wrong?
- Oh, hey, spongebob.
I heard you crying, and it made me sad.
- Gee, I'm sorry.
Why don't you come inside?
- Okay!
Hi, spongebob!
Why are you making me so sad?
- Patrick, the most horrible thing happened today.
I got—
F-f-f-f-f-f-f...
- Free french fries?
- F-f-f-f-f-f-f...
- Fried frittatas?
- F-f-f-f-f-f-f...
- Frothy frappe?
- F-f-f-f...
- I can't think of any more food
That starts with the letter "c," spongebob.
- It's not food, patrick.
I got fired.
- Hey, that's great!
Being unemployed is the best gig I know!
I tell you what.
Meet me tomorrow morning,
And I'll introduce you
To the wonders of the unemployed lifestyle.
- Sorry, patrick, I can't.
I have to wor— oh.
Yeah, okay.
- Great.
See you then.
Oh!
Hey, buddy!
Are you ready?
Ready for your first day of glorious unemployment?
Or as I like to call it,
"fun-employment"!
- Yeah, sure.
Whatever.
- That's the spirit!
Now, the first stop on our tour of fun-employment
Is a healthy breakfast with our good friend mr. Squidward.
Hey, squidward!
How are you this fine morning?
How many times do I have to tell you...
Keep...
Off...
My...
Petunias!
I'll just save this for later.
Now you try.
- Uh...
- hey, squidward.
Look at me. I'm fun-employed!
- Hey, you're good at this.
Next on our itinerary,
A brief mid-morning siesta.
Are you feeling any better yet?
uh-uh.
- Come on, sadpants.
You know what always picks me up?
- Nope.
- Free lunch with friends!
- Yippee.
- Okay, let's begin the experiment.
Huh?
- Mm-hmm.
Okay, next.
- Oh, boy, lunch!
Ahh.
- More! More!
- Very interesting. Okay, next.
Spongebob! I almost didn't recognize you.
You look awful!
- What are you doin' with these here freeloaders?
- I got fired.
Now I'm fun-employed. Whoo-hoo.
- Whoa, there. You do not want to eat that.
- Why? What is it? - Heck if I know.
this here's a psychological test to see
How much weird gunk folks will eat...
If it's free.
Who's for seconds?
Me!
- Here ya go, little buddy.
- Ahh. Mmm!
- Spongebob, you're a mess.
You're falling apart.
Come on now, spongebob.
You need to pull yourself together.
Get some structure in your life.
What you need is a new job.
- You're right, sandy.
I'm afraid I can't do this anymore, patrick.
Unemployment may be fun for you,
But I need to get a job.
- Who do you think you're fooling, you loser?
You couldn't keep a job if you tried!
- Hey! You can't talk to my friend like that!
Unh!
- Don't listen to him, spongebob.
You need to follow your heart.
- Thanks, patrick.
It's time to rejoin the workforce.
Gainful employment, here I come!
Yah!
I'm ready! Whoo-hoo!
Greetings, purveyor of elongated sausage products!
I would love to work at your establishment.
- Well, you do look enthusiastic.
Hmm. All right, kid.
Let's see what you got.
So this is the kitchen.
- Hmm.
This grill is not in very good shape.
- Oh, we don't use the grill.
We cook everything on the roller.
- Good luck, kid.
- Hmm. There's something not quite right about this food,
But I'm not sure what it is.
Aha!
Hey! Where are those weenies?
- Your weenies, sir.
- What in the name
Of davy jones' gym shorts are these?
- They're weenie patties.
- What are you, some kind of nut?
You've ruined my weenies! You're fired!
- Aah! But, mr. Krabs, why?
- Mr. Who?
- I mean, mr. Weiner!
- Just go.
- Well, that was a setback.
Hello, pizza piehole!
Excuse me, mr. Pizza man.
You need a fry-cook?
- Oh, boy, do I! Can you make pizza?
- Eh... Probably.
- Oh, that's amazing. Congratulations, you're hired.
- Cool.
Well, it's no krabby patty, but...
Perhaps I'll find contentment.
- Hey, buddy, how's the pizza coming?
- Almost done!
But I did change the recipe a bit.
no problem.
A few extra toppings never hurt anyone.
Huh? What have you done?
You've turned an innocent pizza into...
A pizza patty!
It's an abomination!
- Yeah, of deliciousness!
- You're fired!
- But who'll make the krabby patties?
- Krabby patties?
What do you think this is, the krusty krab?
- Like I need his dumb job, anyway.
I hope his pepperoni falls off.
Hey, taco man, may I have a job, por favor?
- Hmm. All right.
Let's see what you can do with a burrito.
- How about that?
- Interesting.
It's some sort of burrito patty.
Hmm.
Who'd like to taste it?
- I'll give it a go!
- You're fired!
But I've given you the best years of my life, mr. Krabs!
- Get to steppin'!
- You're fired! - Aah!
- And take your noodle patty with you!
- Oh, I'll take it, all right.
I'll take it to go!
Home.
For years I worked at the krusty krab.
Now I've been fired five times in one day.
Who are you gonna cook for now, spongebob?
- Sorry, gary, you must be starving.
Don't worry, gare-bear.
I'll open up a can of snailpo for you.
Oh, no.
We're all out of snailpo.
We'll just have to make our own.
Perfect!
One homemade can of snailpo!
- What's that, gary?
It's the best food you've ever had?
Yeah, this is dee-licious!
Does it have any side effects?
- Only satisfaction.
If only my bosses liked my cooking
As much as you two do.
I mean, three.
Hello.
Hmm. That's odd.
I could've sworn I heard a knock at the door.
Mr. Weenie?
- Congratulations, spongebob, you've been promoted.
- But you just fired me.
- That's mustard under the bun, my boy.
The important thing is,
My customers love your little sliders.
Now get to work!
- I'm pretty sure this is illegal.
What am I gonna do now?
- Psst!
Hey, kid. You need help outta here?
- Pizza pete! Yes, please.
That weiner has me chained to the grill,
And he really seems to be relishing it.
- I have something to free you.
- Pizza sauce?
I'm free!
- Great! Now you can get to my grill.
- What?
Parmesan-crusted breadstick!
Whoa!
- Hey! Where are you going with my fry-cook?
I'll take one fry-cook to go!
- Oh, thank you, senor taco!
Oh, no! Not you too!
Get him!
Whoa!
- Let go! - He's mine!
- I was here first! - No, I was!
- Stop! Unhand that sponge!
- It's a killer patty!
- Here, take him! Just don't hurt me.
Aah!
- Krabby patty! You saved me!
Well, here we go again.
- Ugh! This place is terrible!
- The krusty krab has really gone downhill.
- How can you serve this slop?
I'm never eating here again!
- Wait! Come back! That was me last customer.
Spongebob? Squidward, you found him!
squidward?
- I'm afraid so.
Spongebob...
- Yes, squidward? - You know I hate you, right?
- Yes. Yes, I do.
- Well, I hate the smell
Of burning krabby patties even more.
Please come back and be the fry-cook again.
- Well, if it's okay with you, mr. Krabs.
- Oh, laddy, I should've never let you go.
The krusty krab has fallen apart without you.
You're rehired, boy.
- All right!
Now my life has purpose again!
Let's get this place cleaned up.
- Hmm. Not exactly my color.
- The krusty krab is back in business!
- Well, spongebob, it looks like things are back to normal.
And to make up for that extra nickel I was losing,
I installed a pay toilet.
- Oh, dear, where is that nickel?
Huh? Why are you laughing?