Are you ready, kids?
Aye, aye, Captain!
I can't hear you.
Aye, aye, Captain!
SpongeBob SquarePants!
- Ready?
SpongeBob SquarePants!
SpongeBob
SquarePants!
All right, Science Scouts, listen up.
This here business is serious as a rattlesnake bite,
so let's make sure we don't mess it up.
If we earn enough money, we can finally
afford that trip to Mars!
Now, get out there and sell these biscuits!
Aye, aye, Science Master Sandy.
What's all that racket? - Good day, ma'ams.
Would you like to buy some Science Scouts biscuits?
Science? Puh!
That malarkey ain't real.
Back in my day, we had alchemy,
and that was good enough for us.
Aw. Mary, it's Wednesday.
Time to shave down my bunions! Ugh!
Ew.
Who is it?
Good day, sir. Are you the man of the house?
Oh, no. The master is in repose.
Well, perhaps your master would like to wake up
to some fresh-baked biscuits. - Oh, no.
He doesn't care for solid foods.
Master does get thirsty though. Sorry.
No problem.
Sup, little lady bro? - Yes, hello, sir.
Have you considered purchasing some Science Scout bis—
um...
I mean, energy bars?
They will fill you with the fuel for fitness!
Well, Larry does need to carbo load.
I'll take a dozen boxes.
Ah!
Yeah!
We got our first sale. - Whoo-hoo!
Oh, yay!
Oh, my aching knuckles.
I must have knocked on a million doors today.
Money?
Tasty morsels for the Krabsy.
Hey, claws off!
That money belongs to the Science Scouts.
I got it from selling biscuits.
Selling biscuitses, eh?
All right, that was some fancy
biscuit hawking yesterday, but today, we're going to—
hey, where's SpongeBob?
He's over there with Mr. Krabs
and that sad-looking octopus.
SpongeBob, what are you doing?
He's working with the premier biscuit-selling team
in Bikini Bottom, that's what he's doing.
Now, if you don't mind,
we've got some Krusty Doodles to sell.
Krusty Doodles?
Blech!
These are just stale Krabby Patty buns.
Aged to perfection and sprinkled with cinnamon.
Now, scram! This is Krusty Scout territory.
Oh, no, this is Science Scout territory.
Oh, yeah? How about a little wager?
Whoever sells the most biscuits today gets to keep selling.
And the loser leaves the biscuit biz forever!
Deal.
- Hmm? Oh, no.
A solicitor.
Friend, how would you like to buy
the most collectible snack in the whole ocean?
They're mint biscuits in mint condition.
Ooh, mint, you say?
If you want real biscuit flavor,
try a Krusty Doodle instead.
Your cosplay is terrible. I'll pass.
Give me three boxes. - Whoa!
Avast, Mr. Squidward.
If you want to move biscuits, you gotta be cuter.
Here, I'll help you.
There you go. Now you're adorable, see?
I can't see anything. My retinas detached.
Oh, Pearl, don't you look cute?
Oh, thanks, Mrs. Puff.
I'm selling biscuits so my scout troop can go to Mars.
Adorable. Let me get my purse.
Wait a minute. Buy my biscuits instead!
What's wrong with your eyes, Squidward?
You're blowing it again. I'll show you how it's done.
Hello, my sweet Puffikins.
Won't you buy some biscuits from the only crab
to ever steal your heart?
Oh, well, that does sound nice.
Don't listen to him.
My biscuits are better, Mrs. Puff.
Don't listen to her!
Hey, find your own house to sell at!
Hey, get your biscuit right here.
Come on, buy mine! - Uh-huh.
- Oh!
Would you like to buy some biscuits?
No!
Are you sure you don't want to buy some biscuits?
Yes.
How about our super spicy cinnamon biscuits?
Why did everyone stop yelling?
Well, looks like the biscuit business
is all mine now.
We ain't letting him win this one.
Come on, Science Scouts! Ugh! Oh.
Oh, why not let it go, Sandy?
There's only one place left in town to sell to anyway,
the old folks home,
and you'd have to sell to every single oldie there
to beat me.
Looks like it's up to you, Pearl.
What? Wait, what?
That was my plan.
I believe this belongs to you.
Ah.
- Huh? Huh?
Ah, my biscuits!
Nothing beats sabotage-y.
Huh? Me brakes?
They've been sabotagied!
Oh!
Who wants biscuits?
Huh? - What about you, mister?
Buy some biscuits from a sweet little girl?
Are you kidding?
Everyone's chompers have gone missing.
How are we supposed to chew biscuits
if we ain't got no teeth?
Looks like I borrowed everyone's dentures.
Ooh-ie!
Get your biscuit mush right here, nice and soft.
We do the chewing so you don't have to.
Oh, yeah. - Homemade biscuits.
Lovely mush.
Well, I guess that's it. Time to call it a day.
- Live and learn, Pearly girl.
That's just the way the biscuit bounces.
Make mine extra mushy.
Aw, hey there, Pearly girl.
Sorry you didn't win the competition.
Oh, I didn't lose yet. - You didn't?
Nope, I realized there was one more person to sell to,
and I know how to get him to buy anything.
- Oh.
I don't like where this is going.
Oh, Daddy!
Buy my biscuits.
Oh, Daddy! - No, I can't— I—
All right, I'll buy your biscuits.
Thanks, Daddy. Mwah!
We're going to Mars.
Hm, these are tasty.
Whew, that was some mighty fine selling,
Science Scouts.
Now, we can afford to boldly expand
into new biscuit markets.
Hooray!
Huh?
Greetings, Earth creatures.
Would you like to purchase some Astro Biscuits?
We are raising money for a trip to Earth.
OK, y'all.
If we earn enough money,
we can afford a trip to Jupiter.
Vroom, vroom! Vrow!
My boat was stuck in reverse for a whole mile.
I turned left and backed into a mountain of giant springs.
Whoa! Wow.
Righteous, dude.
Then, the boat sprung forward,
up onto an unfinished bridge, where we bounced—
yoink, yoink— from column to column
and got caught on the hook of a construction crane,
where we swung out over the city
until we landed on a garbage dumpster.
Thank you, SpongeBob, for that melodramatic
retelling of our last driving lesson.
My pleasure.
Wall came out of nowhere.
Settle down, class.
I'm elated to announce that today
we have a new driving student with us.
Come in and introduce yourself.
Thank you so much for this opportunity.
Acceleration T. Greenlight's the name,
and teaching driving is my game.
What?
I'm the owner and operator of the Greenlight Driving School.
All right, mister, you can just—
And I guarantee a driver's license
to anyone after only one drive around the block,
and at half the price that Mrs. Puff charges.
I've dealt with his kind before.
No, I am not going back to the slammer.
Once around the block and your license is a lock.
Follow me! Right this way, beep, beep!
Beep, beep! Beep, beep!
Class, where are you going? Don't listen to him.
Come back. We have a lesson.
Welcome, suckers— I mean, students—
to the Greenlight Driving School.
I can't believe everyone left me.
Not everyone!
SpongeBob.
I might have known.
Whoa! - No problem.
Careful. Watch out.
I got this. - Slow down.
Brakes, brakes!
- Sorry.
Oh, Neptune. - Whoops.
Here you go. That's for today's lesson.
Don't spend it all in one place.
See you next week.
Yessiree, once around the block.
Congratulations!
You're a licensed driver.
Gnarly.
I want a license. - Me too!
Acceleration T. Greenlight.
Yah! Bills? Overdue, delinquent?
"Pay or die?"
How will I ever pay these bills
teaching SpongeBob only once a week?
Oh.
Yah! - Yoo-hoo, SpongeBob?
Hop in for your next lesson.
Oh, you're mistaken, Mrs. Puff.
Today's not my lesson day.
I just upgraded you to Super Gold status.
You'll have lessons every day, with the corresponding fees,
of course. - Yeah, but I—
I'm on my way to work.
Get in the boat! - Yes, Mrs. Puff.
Now, drive. - Aye, aye.
Wow! I can't look!
Stop!
Ooh, looky there.
It's that really successful driving school.
Hey, thanks. - Thanks.
Great.
I can drive now.
Huh, thanks!
Hello, loser.
Don't worry, Mrs. Puff.
I'm loyal to you and only you.
Oh, thank you, Sponge...
Bob!
Oh, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!
That was a long day's driving lesson, Gary.
SpongeBob, time for your next lesson!
Yeah, but it's the middle of the night.
Tonight's lesson is...
Late-night driving.
Of course, there'll be an extra fee.
Hurry up.
Coming, Mrs. Puff.
The most important part of night driving is staying awake.
Some loud music...
And coffee should do it.
Eeeh! - Watch it.
Get off the road!
I'll see you in the morning for tomorrow's lesson.
But tomorrow is Sunday.
It's your Sunday driver lesson,
you silly billy boy.
Yeah, I'm a silly billy boy.
Finally, a day to myself.
Huh?
Today's lesson, ice driving.
Whoa. - Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!
Turn into the slide. Foot off the gas.
Pray to Neptune.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa! - Whoa, whoa, whoa!
Hey, that actually worked.
Just what I needed, some me time.
Yikes!
What lesson now?
Mountain driving lesson.
Look out below!
Nurse, I'm unzipping him now.
Oh, hold on, Doctor. Mrs. Puff, are you in there?
Are you in there?
Don't be silly, SpongeBob. How would I fit in there?
Yeah, there's only room for one, me.
Oh, Patrick.
Time for your next driving lesson.
But, Mrs. Puff, I'm totally broke.
I can't pay for any more lessons.
Well, I guess it's the end of the road for me.
Can we get some lunch now? Your stomach is empty
Out of business.
I thought my school would last forever.
SpongeBob, the one-sponge wrecking crew.
Ooh!
Hold on, SpongeBob. That's it.
I can't believe I've been going about this all wrong.
Happy trails, snail.
Well, if it isn't Mrs. Puff.
What brings you to my humble driving school?
You say you can get any student a license
with just one lesson?
Guaranteed.
Well, I've got a live one for you.
Oh, good luck!
You'll need it. Mwah.
The trick to being a licensed driver
is going once around the block.
Whoa!
What are you doing? Let me out!
Oh, I haven't learned "let me out" yet,
but I'll show you what I have learned.
Whoa!
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!
Whoa, ah, whoa!
Stop! Stop this boat, I beg of you!
The trick to being a passenger
is to give up all control.
How's my driving?
Well, if it isn't SpongeBob.
And you've captured the notorious
Acceleration T. Greenlight.
He's been selling phony driver's licenses
throughout the seabed.
And I would have gotten away with it, too,
if it wasn't for the worst driver in all the oceans.
I wonder who he meant by that.
Thank you, SpongeBob. Do go on.
Then, Acceleration and I went down the mountain,
and we drove through the fog.
And we crashed on the ice.
I love that story, SpongeBob. Tell it again.
Beep, beep, beep, beep. Beep, beep, beep, beep, beep.