Oh
Hi.
I never got my prize.
Why doesn't my brother love me?
Mr. Squidward, clean up in the head.
Also, clean up here.
I said clean up!
Squidward!
It was just a dream.
Just a horrible, realistic, totally on-point dream.
Oh, I can't believe I'm dreaming about work when there's so many more interesting things I could be doing.
Just look at my unfinished painting.
And my unfinished symphony.
And my uneaten strudel.
My strudel!
Just tasted like pie to me.
It's a strudel, you barbarian.
Just look at those pastry layers.
Oh, I just woke up and the day's already a disaster.
I can't face the Krusty Krab today.
I am staying home and diving into an ocean of Squidward.
Now to get rid of the other monkey on my back.
Ahem.
Krusty Krab?
Oh, Mr. Krabs, it's Squidward.
Mr. Squidward?
What are you doing on the phone?
You should be working.
I can't work.
Too sick.
It do sound pretty bad.
You sure you're too sick to work?
I mean, I mean... Positive.
Hmm, too sick, eh?
I ain't got the cure for what ails ya.
Well, you just rest up, Mr. Squidward.
I'll take care of everything.
Okay, bye.
Talk to you... I mean, I mean... Bye!
No one fakes sick on Mr. Krabs and gets away with it.
No work for me today.
Mr. Squidward gets to play.
No customers for me to fear.
SpongeBob can take a long walk up a very short pier.
Huh?
Oh, that must be the crudité I ordered.
Well...
Oh, Mr. Krabs, I didn't see you there.
How thoughtful of you to visit me in my weakened state.
Oh, think nothing of it, Mr. Squidward.
You sounded so bad on the phone, I rushed right over to make sure you were taking good care of yourself.
Well, I wouldn't want to infect anyone, so you should probably go now.
Oh, you are in no condition to be alone.
That's why I brought you some help.
Take one of these and call me in the morning.
The doctor is in.
Swaddle, swaddle, swaddle.
Hush-a-bye now.
Don't strain yourself.
Really, Mr. Krabs, this is unnecessary.
Of course it is.
If I find out you were faking it, just to get out of work, I'd have to fire you.
Oh, no faking hair.
No, I'm really... sick.
Okay, back to this waddling.
Oh, yes, I like that.
Uh-huh, uh-huh, indeed.
Squidward, you're overexciting yourself!
Now you just rest that sick little body of yours while SpongeBob finishes up your self-portrait for you.
But, but, but... Oh, yeah, yeah!
Done.
In my imagination, you're a helpless little baby.
Gee, you're sicker than I thought.
Now just forget that yellow nuisance and lose yourself in music.
One word.
You shouldn't be wasting your breath in your weekend stays.
Let me blow the clarinet for you.
No, no, don't touch my clarinet.
The perfect strudel will make everything alright.
Oh, Squidward.
Time to take your temperature.
Get that thing away from my...
Ooh, 98.6.
Oh, Squidward, you're all better.
I'm so happy we can both go to the Krusty Krab now.
But now... Give me that thing.
You must have read it wrong.
Oh, hey, what's that over there?
Oh, cool, a wall.
So smooth.
Well, that was fun.
Now let's check that thermometer again, shall we?
Here you go.
Guys!
A fever!
Squidward, we gotta cool you off!
Stop!
You're right, you need me to hold her.
Thank you!
There, all better?
No, you buffoon!
You're right, Squidward.
I have been, buffoon.
What?
I've been treating the symptoms instead of the sickness!
Stay away from me with that thing!
But we have to figure out what you have so we can treat it!
No, um, I already know what I have.
It's, uh, acute... spotting, uh, sclerboritis.
Acute spotting sclerboritis?
I never heard of that one.
Better look it up.
Oh, you're getting worse!
We gotta find a cure, fast!
I found it.
Here it is.
You did?
Yep.
And the cure seems pretty simple.
See?
Uh, wait, wait.
Did I say acute spotting sclerboritis?
No, no, no.
I must have meant, uh, uh, plurkington syndrome.
Found it!
Now, let's get to the curing, shall we?
Are we done?
Don't be silly!
We've just begun!
Tentacles residence, SpongeBob speaking.
Hello, me boy-o.
How's the patient?
Better, I'm all better.
Please just let me go back to work.
Oh, nonsense.
You still look so sick.
Better step up the gear, SpongeBob.
Whatever you say, Mr. Krabs.
Open wide.
I will not get that anywhere near my mouth.
Guess again.
So the book told me to stretch his nose, shock him with a jellyfish, and then I scraped his lungs and cleaned him out with a toxin-eating urchin.
Priceless.
Well, Mr. Squidward, feeling better after your sick day?
You might say that.
This is glorious.
That's right.
I used to be sick of everything, but I'm not sick anymore.
I've been plagued by toxins and stress built up over the years at this job.
But SpongeBob washed those away.
Now, who wants to order?
Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha!
Double Krabby Patties!
This is the best part!
Ha, ha, ha, ha!
This is the best!
Mmm, muscles!
This is the best!
More layer pie!
This is the best!
I think I'm going to be sick.