- Jetsam City, here I come!
This is going to be the best weekend ever!
Huh?
- Squidward.
- Bubble Bass.
- Don't tell me you're going
to the Jetsam City comic convention too.
- Oh, why would I waste my time
on an idiotic comic book convention?
I am a man of sophistication.
I'm going to the clarinet convention.
- Oh, please!
Talk about a waste of time.
- Shows what you know.
The lecture on the history of spit valves
is worth the price of admission alone.
- When I said talk about a waste of time,
I didn't mean literally.
- Hmph!
- All aboard for the train to Jetsam City!
- Just stay away from me.
- Dit to the O.
Huh?
Typical.
Hmm... - Dibs!
- Oh.
- Keep walking, Bucko!
- Oh, come on!
Oh!
Oh, you!
You're taking up two seats!
- One for each cheek.
- Just move over!
It's the last seat on the train.
- Oh, fine.
- And don't talk to me.
- Mmm!
- It's finished!
- Hmph.
Then it appears I need another snack.
Huh?
The fondue cart!
- The fondue cart!
- Fondue, sir?
- One bubbling bowl of melted cheese, please.
- You're in luck, sir.
I just made a fresh, piping hot batch!
What size would you like?
- Oh, I brought my own fondue pot.
Fill it to the rim.
- Yes, sir.
- Uh, hey, hey. Be-be-be careful with that!
- Next stop, Jetsam City!
- Hot!
- Are you going to eat that?
- Get off of me!
Hmph!
Stay on your side!
- Well, aren't you two the best of friends!
- We are not!
Now, what do you want?
- Would you watch my baby while I run to the restroom?
I have to powder my nose like a racehorse!
Thanks!
- Ah!
- This is what I get for traveling coach.
That fondue gave me the cheese sweats.
Oh! Refreshing.
- You're making the baby cold!
- What?
Where did you get such an adorable baby?
Who clearly wants the window open.
- Oh! - Huh?
- The baby wants it closed!
- The baby wants it open!
- Closed!
- Open! - Closed!
- Open!
Huh? The baby!
- I'm back!
Hey. Where's my baby?
- You really want to know?
- I hope she finds her baby.
- Tickets! Tickets!
Tickets?
No tickets, huh?
- I loathe you.
- Don't you worry, baby.
When Mommy finds those two, she's gonna ground them.
Into dust!
- I'm walking.
- Without snacks?
I'm going to get hungry.
You won't like me when I'm hungry!
- I don't like you now!
We're going to die out here!
- Huh? Maybe not. Look!
Oh, yeah.
Quit it.
- Thanks for the ride!
- And the egg salad sandwiches.
- You folks are lucky!
I was just heading into the city
to pick up the new Farmer's Almanac!
- To celebrate, I think I will have another one
of those sandwiches.
- Whoa! You just ate!
- I can almost reach.
- Whoa!
- Stop shaking the plane
or I'll pull this thing right over!
- Thank you. Much better.
- Now what do we do?
- You could pull me using the plane tail as a rickshaw.
- Me pull you? This is your fault!
You should pull me!
- We'll flip a coin.
- You're on!
- Hmm?
I can't reach.
Could you fish it out?
- You win.
Don't scratch the paint.
Keep the change.
- Yes?
- Reservation for Squidward Tentacles.
- And Bubble Bass.
- Mr. Tentacles and Mr. Bass.
Ooh!
You two have reserved our finest rooms.
- Can we just get our keys?
- Mm, no.
You were supposed to check in yesterday.
But you didn't.
So we gave your rooms away.
Let me see what we can do.
Oh! Here we go.
Though it's not as nice as your previous accommodations.
- It's just for one night.
How bad can it be?
Say, this isn't so bad.
- The shower's all yours.
- I'm tired. I'm just going to sleep.
- As you wish.
Ah!
- Hey, keep to your side.
Huh?
Oh, you're getting crumbs in the bed!
I'm going to sleep in the bathroom.
Hmph!
- Suit yourself.
- What?
Of course he destroyed the bathroom.
But hey, this is fancy.
Shag carpeting!
- Is this your body hair?
What is wrong with you?
The horror.
- Well, you look chipper.
Did you sleep well? - Nope!
But soon you'll be at your lame comic convention,
far away from me!
That is something to smile about.
- Agreed.
But your Clarinet Con is, by far, the lamer of the two.
- Yay!
Comic books!
- Well, at least we clarinetists
don't wear stupid capes.
- [grunts, groans]
- You were saying?
Yoo-hoo-hoo!
Whoa!
- Whoa!
- Is that...
Old Man Jenkins?
- Gadzooks!
- No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no!
- No, no, no, no, no, no!
Any landing you can walk away from is a good landing!
- No!
All those innocent comic books, lost!
- Ha! In your face!
I still get to go to my clarinet convention,
and you get nothing!
You lose!
- Of course.
- Worst. Trip.
- Ever!
Hey, where did everybody go?
The train station!
- No tickets, no ride.
Huh?
- You boys owe me half a plane!
- Typical.
- Slow down!
You're hurting my arms!
- There they are, Junior! Huh?
- After 'em!
I loathe you, chum!
- I have put off cleaning my attic for way too long.
Aww!
Gary's baby shell!
They grow up so fast.
Hey!
My imagination box!
I wonder if it still works.
Oh, boy, it's time for...
imagination!
Whee-hee!
That's weird.
- Hey, neighbor.
Can I borrow a cup of sand?
I'm all out.
Huh?
Hey! Isn't that the...?
- It is! But it won't start.
- Oh.
Let me see if I can get it going.
- We need a professional.
Imagination Box Repair.
This is the place!
- Ooh!
Aha!
Ooh.
Welcome!
Wow, a double corrugated 3600.
I haven't seen one of these in 25 years.
What seems to be the problem?
- Well, the inspiration motor won't turn over.
Dern thing's on the fritz.
- Yeah. And it doesn't work.
- Hmm.
Let me take a look under the flap.
Well, there's your problem.
Your box has blown a whimsy gasket.
They don't make those anymore!
But I could give you a great deal on a cushion fort.
- No, that's okay.
I'm a cardboard man.
- Aw, this dumb ol' box is just junk now.
- Hey! Get off my sand!
Whoa!
What's happening?
Where am I?
- Inside my imagination box.
- Where'd he go?
- You must have jostled something and fixed it.
Patrick! Squidward must be lost!
- Lost in his own...
Imagination!
- I can't see a thing in here!
I need a flashlight!
- Just imagine a flashlight.
- Oh, yeah, right.
I'll just imagine it and it'll appear!
What the—
oh, it worked.
Now, where's the way out of here?
Ooh! I'm leaving!
Huh?
How do I get out of this crazy place?
- That's easy, Squidward.
Just visualize where you'd rather be!
- I'd rather be far away from you!
Like at a fancy beach resort.
And relaxing on a lounge chair.
Ooh!
Ahh, sipping a tropical drink.
Ahh.
Maybe this imagination thing isn't so bad after all.
- What are you doing now?
- Well, if you must know, I'm relaxing
under an umbrella surrounded by beautiful tropical plants.
- Sounds like you're in a jungle.
- No!
It's not a—jungle?
- [shrieks, grumbles]
- Aren't jungles full of dangerous animals?
- Yep! Like scary sea snakes!
- Huh?
Hey! You gotta help me!
- Oh, and look out for sea panthers.
- [growls, roars]
- How's it going in there, Squidward?
- You're making everything worse!
Would you two clam up?
- Oh, I forgot to mention the clothes-eating clams.
- Giant clam!
Let go! Ow! Ouch!
Hey, that's my shirt!
Oh, fantastic!
Now I'm lost in the jungle with no clothes on.
- That's no problem.
Remember, you can imagine anything!
- Imagine, huh?
All right.
Oh, not bad.
A jungle safari could be fun.
- Oh!
And whatever you do, don't imagine...
a stampede of sea elephants!
- Thanks a lot!
- No problem!
- Now tell me how to escape from a stampede
of sea elephants! - Hmm.
If only you had a hot air balloon.
- Huh?
- I've always wanted to ride in a balloon.
- Me too!
Unless there's a tornado.
- Tornado?
- You know what's better than a tornado?
A bubble tornado!
- Huh?
Huh?
Ahh.
- You okay, Squidward?
- No!
- He's okay.
- Say, are there dinosaurs in the jungle?
- Oh, no.
I hate imagination!
- I'm so happy Squidward's having
such an exciting adventure!
- How do I get out of this jungle?
- Hmm.
Try imagining your favorite place!
- Favorite place? Um, I've got it!
A jazz club!
Ooh, finally.
A place with culture.
Ahh.
Even the coffee smells like jazz.
Oh, yeah.
Digging that groove.
We dig it!
Ugh! This coffee tastes like rocks!
- One, two, three, four!
- Punk rock?
Everything's gone crazy!
- Sounds like your imagination is overheating.
Try to clear your mind.
- Clear my mind? Clear my mind!
Phew!
- Where are you now, Squidward?
- I'm in an empty white void.
But at least it's peaceful.
- Uh, that sounds like the Doodle dimension.
- Watch out for DoodleBob!
- What's he look like?
- Um, he looks kind of like this.
Would somebody please—
Tell me how—
To get out of this—
Stupid box!
- You want out?
- Well, why didn't you say so?
Just draw an exit door.
- I don't have a pen!
- You're an octopus. You're full of ink!
Huh? Huh?
I'm home!
Hmph.
Where did SpongeBob and Patrick run off to?
Oh, well.
I'm going to the place where imagination goes to die.
My dreary, pointless minimum wage job.
Ah, the good old boring Krusty Krab.
I'm actually happy to be back.
May I take your order, sir?
- Should we tell him?
- Nah, he sounds so happy.
- One Krabby combo coming up!