( snoring and wheezing )
( snoring and humming )
( snoring and snorting )
( foghorn blowing )
SpongeBob.
Good morning, Squidward!
SpongeBob, what are you doing in my house?
I came to make sure you don't oversleep and miss work.
Oh, gee, SpongeBob,
that's very thoughtful of you.
My pleasure, Squidward.
That's what good neighbors are for.
You did overlook one teensy, little detail, however.
What's that, Squidward?
It's Sunday!
A good neighbor doesn't bother me on Sunday!
Sunday!
No wonder Squidward's grumpy.
He forgot his Sunday papers.
This will show Squidward l'm a good neighbor.
I'll bring it to him.
( grunting )
Man, this is heavy!
Oh! Pardon me.
Hey, watch where you're going!
( screams )
A newspaper monster!
( screams ): Aah, monster!
( screaming )
Will you two nincompoops kindly quiet down?!
I am not going to let them ruin the rest of my Sunday.
( humming happy tune )
My Sunday relaxation kit.
Let's see, pillow,
placed just so for slight foot elevation...
flower to brighten the room...
flower fragrance...
( sighs )
And the final touch...
( Touch-Tones beeping )
Yes, I'd like to order the Sunday special.
Yes, the pedicure- and-foot-massage house call,
that is correct.
See you at 4:00, my good man.
Ah...
This is going to be a heavenly day.
Oh, I almost forgot.
Bon-bons.
Hello there, heaven's little wonder.
Take me on a chocolate vacation.
( Patrick and SpongeBob whoop like sirens )
Om... \-hOm...
Om...
BOTH: By the all-seeing eye,
ye are worthy, we are not.
What are you two idiots doing?
Secret ritual.
To inaugurate you as president.
Me? President of Bikini Bottom?
I knew the people would come to their senses.
No, silly...
not the president of Bikini Bottom.
Even better.
Better?
You're the president
of the Secret Royal Order of the Good Neighbor Lodge.
The what?
Is this some stupid club you two made up?
Oh! Oh!
( both giggle )
Maybe.
( both giggle )
It's a secret.
( both laugh )
Fine!
As my first presidential decree, uh...
why don't you, uh,
go out and paint all the leaves on the trees
to make the neighborhood look nicer.
Now, out, out, out, out, out.
That'll keep 'em busy for a few Sundays.
What color should we paint the leaves,
Your Presidentialocity?
Aah! Polka dots.
Now, don't bother me anymore.
BOTH: Wow, polka dots!
Our new president is a genius.
Yeah.
( both laugh )
BOTH: See you later, Squidward.
Whenever you're ready, Patrick.
Hold still, buddy.
Okay, Pat, give me a quick shake.
Okeydokey.
Okay, I'm ready!
Hey, that worked perfectly.
Come on, good neighbor Patrick.
Let's paint the town polka-dot.
( clock chiming )
Oh, no, it's already noon.
l will be darned if I let those morons
eat up any more of my valuable Sunday.
SPONGEBOB AND PATRICK: ♪ Good neighbors are we. ♪
♪ La-la-la-la-la. ♪
What's going on out there?
Hi, President Squidward.
Almost done painting...
( screams ): My eyes!
( screaming )
Look out!
( shrieks )
( brakes screech )
Oh, you poor man.
You must be very sick.
Let us take you to the hospital.
No, really, I'm fine, please.
No. I'm fine.
( tires screech )
BOTH: See you later, neighbor.
It is a lovely day
for a ride in the country.
Yeah. Our president sure knows how to live.
l would like to call this meeting
of the Good Neighbor Lodge to order.
Let's begin with roll call.
Patrick.
( snoring )
Okay.
Squidward?
Squidward, you home?
Did you find him, SpongeBob?
Nope. I guess he's still on his Sunday drive.
Or maybe he's on a secret mission.
I hope he's not in danger.
Danger?!
As members of the Good Neighbor Lodge,
we are sworn to protect our presidente from danger.
Excuse me. ( gasps ) ( gasps )
Somebody ordered a relaxing pedicure and foot massage:
the Sunday special.
Brother Star, we'd better check this guy out,
make sure he's safe for Squidward.
At least I still have my Sunday pedicure to look forward to.
( SpongeBob and Patrick giggling )
What are you two doing in my house?
We're checking to make sure
this guy really is a certified foot masseur
and not some kind of assassin.
Well, I say he checks out a-okay.
Squidward, have you ever seen more lovely French tips?
French tips, huh?
All right, pal, make with a relaxing foot massage, pronto!
Uh-oh. Uh, sorry, your hour's up.
All right, you two, out!
Don't even think about dragging your empty skulls around here
for the rest of the day
or tomorrow or next week!
Squidward, does that include...
Yes, it does!
Gee, Patrick, do you think
Squidward was trying to tell us something?
Yes, I was!
You call yourselves good neighbors?
You're the worst neighbors ever!
You don't deserve to wear those fezzes!
Gee, Pat, maybe President Squidward's right.
Yeah.
I guess we aren't good neighbors after all.
No, you aren't!
You're horrible neighbors!
( hyperventilates )
And stop calling me president!
Come on, let's go.
There are only three hours of my Sunday left.
They took it all away.
I didn't even get to read the Sunday paper.
( snarling )
Good neighbors, my right...
Hello.
( reading aloud ):
( snickering maliciously )
( laughing maniacally )
COMPUTER: System activated.
Well, that ought to do it.
Let's see those imbeciles try to get in here now.
President Squidward? ( yelps )
What the...!
We hereby present you with this delicious cake.
SQUIDWARD ( reading ):
Security system, help!
Intruder alert, intruder alert.
What's the matter with you?
COMPUTER: No threat dectected.
Oh, you infernal contraption.
l'm gonna ship you off to the scrap heap you came from!
COMPUTER: Threat detected.
( shrieks )
( zinging )
Now, what's going on?
COMPUTER: Threat detected.
COMPUTER: Code Red! Code Red!
( laughs )
It's like a carnival ride.
Run for your lives!
( Squidward shouts )
What the...
What are you doing?!
Huh?
I only have half an hour of me-time left
and the idiots took my house.
Which means those boobs aren't around to bug me.
Ooh, just what I've been waiting for.
( laughing hysterically )
I am going to relax, if it kills me.
Ah!
( crowd screaming )
Fire!
Whoa, Squidward's house is destroying the neighborhood.
We got to turn this thing off.
Nope, not it.
( toilet flushes ) Nope.
That's not it, either.
This Sunday relaxation really hits the spot.
Hmm, where to look?
Hmm, this "off" button seems suspicious.
We did it, Patrick!
President Squidward...
No, no. Don't say anything more.
This was all my fault.
l was the one who wanted to relax on Sunday.
Now, if you'll be so kind as to leave,
so I can get ready for work tomorrow.
Mr. President...
Shush.
But we just wanted to...
Get out of my house!
Huh?
There he is!
Are you the owner of this house?
Yes! Yes, I am!
Then on behalf of the citizens of Bikini Bottom,
l present you with this summons
to pay for the destruction of our town.
You'll be doing community service every Sunday
for the rest of your life.
Huh?
Hey, Squidward, you got one of those, too?
This will be great...
the three of us cleaning up Bikini Bottom.
Well, see you next Sunday, President Squidward.