Bummer Vacation - SpongeBob SquarePants

Mr.

Krabs: Squidward!

Sponge

Bob!

Just put me out of my misery.

Sponge

Bob: Why, Mr.

Krabs?

What could be wrong on this fine day?

Mr.

Krabs: Fine?! Today's not the day for that word, boy.

Not after I received this letter from the Fry Cooks Union.

It says here fry cook Sponge

Bob Square

Pants has accumulated too much vacation time.

And if you don't take some time off, I'll have to pay a fine. Sponge

Bob: Time off?

Mr.

Krabs: Oh, I guess there's no other way to say this...

Sponge

Bob, take a vacation.

Sponge

Bob: Aye aye, Mr.

Krabs. Mr.

Krabs: Well, that went better than expected.

Sponge

Bob: I'm ready, vacation.

I'm ready, vacation.

Vacation.

Vacation. Hey, Gary.

Gary: Meow?

Sponge

Bob: That's right, Gary, I am home early.

I'm on vacation.

Well, good night, Gary. Good morning, Krusty Krew!

Hello, Squidward.

Squidward: I thought you were on vacation.

Mr.

Krabs: He was and is.

I told you to take a vacation, boy.

Sponge

Bob: What's a vacation?

Mr.

Krabs: Well, a vacation is when you don't come into work.

Sponge

Bob: No work?!

But what'll I do all day?

Mr.

Krabs: Oh, I dunno.

Just go have fun or whatever.

I really don't care.

Ya just can't be here.

Sponge

Bob: But who will fry the patties and clean the grill while I'm gone?

Squidward can't do it all alone.

Squidward: Nor will I.

Mr.

Krabs: That's why I've hired an unpaid intern as your temporary replacement.

Patrick: Good morning, boss.

I'm ready for my first day.

Mr.

Krabs: Speaking of starfish, here's your replacement right here.

Sponge

Bob: Replacement?

Patrick: Hi, Sponge

Bob.

Mr.

Krabs: That's enough banter on my dime.

Patrick: Ok, boss.

Mr.

Krabs: Wait a second, Patrick.

You'll need the right tools for the job. Patrick: Wow. Huh!

They put a tiny me in the belly scratcher. Wow.

It scratches backs, too!

Mr.

Krabs: Ah, take it from me, Sponge

Bob.

Just go on home.

Enjoy your vacation.

Sponge

Bob: I really should tell Patrick the proper patty-flipping technique. Gary: Meow.

Sponge

Bob: I'm on vacation, Gary.

I'm not allowed to go to work. My stomach has receded!

Mr.

Krabs said I couldn't work at the Krusty Krab.

He didn't say I couldn't eat there.

This is my ticket back inside! Squidward: Go away, Sponge

Bob.

You're ruining my vacation...

from you.

Sponge

Bob: I'm not here to see you, Squidward.

Mr.

Krabs: Sponge

Bob, do we have to go through this again?

Sponge

Bob: I'm here as a customer not as an employee.

Just gonna grab a Krabby Patty with Patrick.

Mr.

Krabs: Alright, but lunch only.

If you so much as touch a spatuler, you'll be vacationing in Davey Jones' locker.

Sponge

Bob: You have my word, sir.

No working. Hey Pat, it's time for your lunch... Patrick, you can't do that!

Patrick: Huh?

Sponge

Bob: You need to turn up the grill to exactly 298 degrees Fahrenheit. Patrick, this is no way to treat a Krabby Patty.

Mr.

Krabs: Sponge

Bob!

What did I tell you about working?

Sponge

Bob: Wait, it's not what you think.

Mr.

Krabs: Out you go, boy.

Sponge

Bob: But my knowledge could help Patrick maintain the high standards of the Krusty Krab.

Mr.

Krabs: We've got it all under control here.

I don't want to see hide or tail of ya 'til your vacation is over.

You got that?

Sponge

Bob: Yes, Mr.

Krabs.

Mr.

Krabs: Well, boy... off ya go!

And don't come back 'til it's over. Sponge

Bob: Oh, what to do, what to do.

I know just the thing to get the spirits up.

The official Krusty Krab playset. Squidward: Sponge

Bob, I need 20 Krabby Patties on the double, please.

Sponge

Bob: Sure thing, Mr.

Squidward, sir.

20 Krabby Patties coming up.

Mr.

Krabs: Sponge

Bob, what are you doing here?

You're gonna cost me some loot if you don't get your square keister home.

Out, out, out until your vacation is over. Sponge

Bob: Oh, what to do on this boring vacation.

Hey, I know just the thing to get the ol' spirits up. Squidward: I need 20 Krabby Patties, please.

Sponge

Bob: Sure thing, ol' buddy, ol' Squid.

20 Krabby Patties coming...

Gary: Meow.

Sponge

Bob: You're right, Gary.

It is unhealthy to think of the Krusty Krab while I'm on vacation.

I need to get out of the house. Squidward: Uh, Mr.

Krabs, he's out there again.

Mr.

Krabs: I'll deal with this.

Boy, you're on Krusty Krab property.

Back it up. Further. Further. Further. Further. That'll do.

Sponge

Bob: Mr.

Krabs is right.

In order to enjoy my vacation, I need to stay away from work.

Physically and mentally. Hey, that reminds me of... Hold it right there, Mr.

Workaholic

Pants.

You're on vacation.

You just need to sit down and relax. That's more like it.

Just sit back and watch the clouds. That one's a jellyfish! That's a pirate ship. And that's low salt ketchup...

whoa!

Low salt ketchup? Got your steaming, hot bun delivery here. Delivery Fish: Huh?

What's the big idea, here? Patrick: Hello?

Hello?

Hello? Huh, I didn't even know I had an ear. Hey, I just cleaned that one.

Sponge

Bob: Patrick, shhh.

Patrick: It talks!

Ahh! Sponge

Bob: Somebody help, I'm stuck! Mr.

Krabs!

Thank Neptune it's you.

I'm in a bit of a fix here. Mr.

Krabs? Noooo!! Uh oh.

Mr.

Krabs: Now what? Tsk, tsk, tsk. I've had enough for one day, son. Sponge

Bob: Thanks for the ride home, Mr.

Krabs.

Mr.

Krabs: Not a problem at all, me boy.

Sponge

Bob: Just take the next right. Mr.

Krabs, we just passed the turn off.

Mr.

Krabs: Uh-huh.

Sponge

Bob: My house is back that way, Mr.

K.

Mr.

Krabs: Far out, little man.

Far out. Sponge

Bob: Where'd you say you were taking me?

Mr.

Krabs: Look boy, I brought your spatuler. C'mon, boy, get it.

Get the spatuler.

Go get it! Enjoy your vacation, boy!

Sponge

Bob: It's not fair.

Why would Mr.

Krabs try so hard to get rid of me.

I'm only on vacation.

Unless, it's a... ...

permanent vacation.

That's it!

Mr.

Krabs wants to replace me.

Oh, I should've known.

Patrick's had his eye on my job all along.

He's been scheming.

They think I'm outdated.

They think I'm all washed up.

Well, I'll show them. Patrick: Working at the Krusty Krab.

Making krabby patties all day.

Flipping Krusty Krab working patties krab...

uhh, that's a hard song to remember. Huh?

Sponge

Bob: Who do they think they are?

I gave the best years of my life to this place and they think they can just fire like that?

Like trash?

I don't think so!

Patrick: Sponge

Bob?

Is that you?

Sponge

Bob: I've been waiting for you, Patrick! Patrick: Sponge

Bob, you're scaring me.

Ahh! Customer: One krabby patty, please.

Squidward: One shell on a shingle. Mr.

Krabs: Well, I'll be...

Patrick!

Your cooking's improved one-thousand fold.

Congratulations, boy, you've finally got the hang of it. Sponge

Bob?

No wonder.

Patrick could never flip that many patties in an hour.

What happened to that feller, anyway?

Sponge

Bob: Oh, I told him to stay home and watch television. Mr.

Krabs: Why'd you do it, laddy?

Sponge

Bob: Oh, Mr Krabs, I love the putrid grease of the Krusty Krab so much, I just couldn't stay away.

Mr.

Krabs: You don't have to. Your accumulated vacation time is used up. The union can't fine me, anymore.

Sponge

Bob: You must've saved a fortune.

Mr.

Krabs: Bumping barnacles, yes. There she is.

Sponge

Bob: Wow!

That's more than I make in a year.

Mr.

Krabs: Don't be askin me for a raise.

Just get back to work.

Sponge

Bob: Yippee!

I happily acquiesce.