NARRATOR: 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.
( artist mumbling and chuckling )
The pencil, what...?
NARRATOR: The artist has learned
the first lesson of the sea: Always bring a spare pencil.
No!!
( scream echoing )
Okay, ready, Patrick?
One...
Two...
Three! Three!
Scissors beats paper, Patrick.
( both laughing )
One...
Two...
Three.
Patrick, how come you always do paper?
( whistling; bubbles pop )
( screaming )
What is that thing, SpongeBob?
lt 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.
( scoffs ): Artists.
SPONGEBOB: It's a jellyfish.
PATRICK: Pretty good, SpongeBob,
but it's lacking basic construction
and your perspective
leaves a lot to be desired.
SPONGEBOB: Huh, everybody's a critic.
( drawing slurping )
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.
( cackling ): Coming right up.
Life is good!
Easy come, easy go.
SQUIDWARD: 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!
( drawing grumbling )
It's kind of creepy-looking when it moves.
Ooh, you're right, SpongeBob.
We can't let him go into town!
( grumbling )
( screaming )
( screaming fades )
Poor Squidward.
Hey!
My brain just hatched an idea.
( both giggling )
( giggling )
This is going to be classic.
I think I fancy a stroll around the park.
SPONGEBOB ( ringing doorbell ): ♪ Oh, Squidward! ♪
What do you want...
Hello, what's this?
Someone left me some money for a perm.
( snickering )
Come to Hairy!
Ow!
( laughing )
SpongeBob!
Oh, my hair!
SpongeBob!
( laughing maniacally )
Wait.
I've got another idea.
This'll be the ultimate prank.
l'll draw me, and when Squidward answers the door,
it won't be me!
( Patrick guffawing )
Aw, look at him.
Ain't he a doll?
All he needs is a tie.
Ready for action!
( shouting gibberish )
( laughing )
PATRICK: He's going to the door!
( giggling )
( knocking )
He's knocking at the door.
Squidward's answering the door, and...
Oh, ow, ow, ow!
He's beating up Squidward!
( Squidward shouting )
Doodle Boy, stop!
( crashing )
( shouting gibberish )
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.
SPONGEBOB: Almost there...
( screaming while falling )
( crashing )
What just happened?
( Doodle Boy shouting gibberish )
( speaking menacingly )
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.
( Doodle Boy shouting )
See what I mean, Patrick?
Where's the leak, ma'am?
( screams )
( crashing )
( another crash )
You okay, Patrick?
PATRICK: Finland!
( Doodle Boy shouting )
( shouting gibberish )
( shouting fades away )
( Doodle Boy shouting gibberish )
( whispering ): There he is.
He's hideous.
PATRICK: He makes me sick just looking at him.
Those big, bulgy eyes
that square body, those two buck teeth
and that stupid tie!
( clears throat )
Oh, but it looks good on you, SpongeBob!
( laughs nervously )
( Doodle Boy babbling )
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?
( shouting )
Patrick, Patrick!
Do something!
Happy birthday!
( SpongeBob screaming; loud crash )
Here's your present.
( clunk )
You're welcome.
( shouting )
Hold it right there, Doodle.
I brought you into this world
and now I'm going to take you out.
Any last words?
( speaking gibberish )
I'm... I'm sorry, what was that?
( repeating gibberish slowly )
( screaming )
( muffled gibberish )
( crashing )
Hold still, Doodle.
This is for your own good!
Take that, and this, and this
and that, and this, that, this, that, this, that...
( speaking gibberish )
( screaming )
l am SpongeBob, destroyer of evil!
Take it easy...
it's just a drawing.
Well, that takes care of that, eh, Patrick?
Done and done.
SPONGEBOB: 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.
( meows )
Good night, magic pencil.
( snoring )
( light switch clicks )
( another switch clicks )
( toilet flushing )
( SpongeBob snoring )
( scratching )
Oh, hey, magic pencil.
What are you doing up?
Drawing yourself a glass of water?
( cackling )
DoodleBob!
( laughs nervously )
No hard feelings, right?
( screams ): What do you think you're doing, Doodle?
You Doodle!
Me SpongeBob!
( screaming )
( Doodle screaming gibberish )
( eraser squeaking )
( thunk )
( screaming )
( Doodle Boy screaming )
( eraser squeaking )
Huh?
( screaming )
Be careful with that thing.
Who knows what will happen?
I knows.
( shouting gibberish )
( laughing maniacally )
Very funny, Doodle.
Now it's my turn.
( both grunting )
Well, Doodle, it looks like this...
is a draw.
( blades whining )
You've made your point.
No matter, I was voted "most artistic" in high school.
( glass breaks; hollow thump )
SQUIDWARD: Ouch! SpongeBob, you're going to pay for that!
Uh, maybe it was "most clumsy."
( screaming )
( shouting gibberish )
Huh?
Paper!
Page for Mr. Doodle!
( screaming )
( scream fades away )
PATRICK: 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!
( seagulls crying )
NARRATOR: We rejoin the artist in a creative slump.
ARTIST: Huh, what's... what's this?
My pencil!
( artist giggling )
( lead snaps )
Oh...
NARRATOR: The second most important rule
for the artist at sea: Always bring a pencil sharpener.
ARTIST: No!!