( laughing )
Hey!
Hey, you there!
Who, me?
Yes, you.
Get outta town!
( crying )
( screaming )
Get outta town and take a vacation
to beautiful Sunny Seashores Resort.
Here you go, sir.
( screaming )
I got to get out of town!
Oh, thanks, SpongeBob.
Sure, Patrick...
( screaming ): I got to get going!
He told me to.
Who did?
Uh... well...
Uh... hmm...
l'm not sure, but he had a briefcase.
( screaming ): Oh, a briefcase!
He might be a paid assassin.
( both screaming )
But, Patrick, you can't go... not like this.
Who will go with me to the next Jellyfisherman's Expo?
It will have to be one of your other chums,
'cause my mind is set.
( both sobbing )
Unset it, please unset it.
( loud sobbing )
I guess I'll pack up my stuff and get ready to go.
My... clothes.
Um, Patrick, those are my clothes.
My peanut butter.
That's my peanut butter.
And my pickles. ( blubbering )
l can't believe you're leaving, Patrick...
with all my pickles! ( crying )
It's the end of me...
being here.
Wait! Stop!
What about all our plans?
"8:00 a.m., wake up Patrick.
"9:00 a.m., eat Kelpo with Patrick.
"10:00 a.m., brush teeth with Patrick.
1:00 p.m., stare at Patrick."
Who's going to do all that with me?
l'm sorry, there's no stopping the unstoppable.
Patrick Star will live no more, forever...
in Bikini Bottom.
But what if you weren't Patrick Star?
Oh, no! I'm not Patrick Star?
You are Patrick Star, but you won't be for long.
Huh?
There you go, Patrick.
No one will know it's you. ( screaming )
( gasps ): Patrick, you okay?
Hey, guys.
Yo, Patrick, cool shades.
Well, Pat, that disguise didn't work.
We're going to have to try harder.
Yeah, well, thanks, old SpongeBob, for your help.
It was a noble effort,
but alas, all in vain.
lt's no use. I must leave.
Oh...
Good-bye, rock.
Good-bye, coral... Ow!
Good-bye, seaweed.
Too bad we couldn't come up with a better costume.
Hmm...
Good-bye, sky.
That's it!
With that seaweed on your head, you could be...
I know! I know!
l could be Mr. Seaweed Monster Man.
And live happily forever after in Bikini Bottom.
Patrick, there already is a Mr. Seaweed Monster Man.
Hey.
Darn.
It's okay, Patrick.
So you can't be a monster.
But that vegetation on your head
gives me an idea of what you can be.
You're all set.
Come on out, Patrick.
Hi, SpongeBob.
And hello, lady!
The disguise is working, Patrick.
I mean... Patricia.
( both giggling )
SpongeBob,
you never told me you had a girlfriend.
Oh, I'm not his girlfriend.
I'm Pat. ... tricia.
Patricia, Patricia.
( nervous laugh )
Bro, your girlfriend is not ugly.
Actually, Larry, she's not my girlfriend.
She's just a...
It's cool, buddy.
You don't have to explain your girlfriend to me.
But she's not my girlfriend.
l don't know why you're standing here talking to me
when you could be talking to your girlfriend.
Come on, Patricia.
Bye.
Congratulations on the new girlfriend, dude.
SpongeBob, this is not the time for a Sunday stroll.
It's time for work.
But, Mr. Krabs, the Krusty Krab doesn't open
for another two hours.
There'll be no such thing
as opening too early, me boy.
Excuse us, Miss.
Huh?
SpongeBob, who's your friend?
Mr. Krabs, this is Patricia.
Patricia.
The most beautiful sound l've ever seen.
SpongeBob, do we need any more help down at The Krusty Krab?
No. We do? Great.
She can start right away.
( door opening )
Huh...
And who are you, my Rubenesque beauty?
That's Patricia...
our newest Krusty Krab employee.
Well, she sure is stunning.
Just keep your eyes
on the customers, Mr. Squidward.
Hi, Patricia.
I drew this for you.
The likeness is uncanny if I do say so myself.
( distant screaming )
Uh, thank you, Squidward.
( door opening )
Order up, Miss Patricia.
Excuse me, Squidward.
( belches )
This order goes to table seven.
And remember your manners.
Four... nee... foo-nee...
KRABS: That's a seven, Patricia.
Mr. Krabs, you ordered two Krusty Meals?
( gasps ): Did I order two meals?
Oh, silly me.
I can't possibly eat two Krusty Meals myself.
I guess you'll just have to help me
finish all this food.
Okay.
( romantic music playing )
Patricia, we may have only
known each other for a short time now,
but I feel like a special connection has been made.
( noisy chewing )
( gulps ) ( music slows )
( loud belch )
Quite an appetite, but she's all woman.
( clarinet playing )
Eh?
You know, Patricia, they don't call me
the sizzle-lipped squid for nothing.
So, are you free this Saturday night?
No. That's the night SpongeBob and I
are having a staring contest.
SpongeBob?!
Get back to work, you goldbricking freeloader!
Hut two, hut, two, ya, ya!
And don't come back until all those patties are Krabby.
Well, now that we're alone,
how would you like to be my date Friday night to a...
Oh, I can't.
SpongeBob and I will be flying submarines that night.
I have to get back to Krusting the Krab.
Man, why are those two so nice to me?
They were never this nice to Patrick.
It's weird.
Are you sure about Saturday night?
( loud crash )
Persistent bunch.
How about Sunday brunch?
No thanks... again.
But I made reservations for two at...
I said no.
No.
No way.
No.
No!
What is it about me
that makes those two so friendly?
Must have something to do with this disguise.
I can't wear this any longer.
If you reveal your secret identity,
you'll have to leave Bikini Bottom.
I'm sorry, SpongeBob.
l just can't live like this anymore.
I'm tired of pretending to be someone I'm not.
ALL: Hey, Patricia.
The lovely Patricia... ( smooches )
has returned to us.
I have an announcement to make.
The entire day that I've worked here,
I've wanted to say...
( door opens, gasps )
( silly muttering )
I've wanted to say that, uh...
that...
that I will eat any leftovers you leave on your plate.
ALL: Huh?
Ahoy!
Waitress!
Aren't you gonna take my order?
I'll be right there, sir.
What's the matter, Patrick?
Th-That's the guy with the briefcase.
The guy who's trying to run me out of town.
( gasps )
The assassin!
What can I get you, sir?
Say,
don't I know you from somewhere?
No.
Hmm.
( gasps ): That's it!
Get outta town!
( whispering ): He's on to us.
I won't let you do it.
You'll have to do something horrible to me
before I'll let you throw Patrick out of town!
Patrick?! Patrick?!
You forgot your flyer.
SPONGEBOB: "Get outta town!
To beautiful Sunny Shore Resorts."
Look, this guy wasn't trying to run you out of town.
He just wanted to sell you a luxury vacation
at a modest price.
Well, I guess I don't need this disguise anymore.
( all gasping )
Um...
I think I need to take a shower.
So, let me get this straight.
Uh, you're not a woman?
No.
Well, then you're fired.
Uh, if anybody needs me, l'll be in my office
for, I don't know, the next 20 years or so.
Hey, buddy, what do you say we go home
and get started on this list?
BOTH: Ya-hoo!