Original subtitles

- Hi! I'm Patrick Star!

And I live with my parents!

Ow!

This is my dad.

[zany music]

This is my mom. [laughs]

This is my sister. She's shy.

This is my grandpa.

This is my room!

And this...

* *

This is my show!

* *

[squelches]

- Time's up, everyone.

Put down your ladles.

I'm excited to see what you've all cooked up for home ec.

Oh, my.

Honey-glazed clam.

Marvelous.

Reef Wellington.

An A-plus for you.

- [chuckles]

- [humming]

- Next up, we have-- ugh.

- Squidina's pickle pie.

- Uh--

- Aren't you going to try it?

You tried all my other projects.

- Your other projects--

[echoing] Projects, projects...

- I might have left some pins in it.

- [groans]

- Excuse me.

- Hmm?

- You've got something on your shirt.

[vacuum whirring]

- Oh!

- [humming]

- [whimpering]

- Pretty please?

- [groans]

[groaning]

[sirens wailing]

[tires screeching]

- [groaning]

- Oh, hey, sis.

Why the long face?

- I poisoned my home ec teacher again.

- Oof!

The pickle recipe?

- The pickle recipe.

Oh, I'm totally failing home ec.

If I can't make something that raises my grade,

I'll have to go to summer school.

- Why don't you try doing something you're good at?

Oh, like making my show!

You can make my show about home ec for your teacher.

- Hmm.

That could work.

But if I'm starring in the show,

who's going to run the camera?

[bowling pins clatter]

- Me as you.

Here we go! - Whee!

- Don't worry.

I'll take care of all the backstage stuff.

You'll show him how good you are at home ec with...

[in French accent] The magic of cinema.

[grunting]

- OK.

I guess I'm ready.

But how will my teacher see this

if he's still in the hospital?

- Hold on.

[panting]

- Move this over here.

- Excuse me.

[heart monitor beeping]

- Good.

[toilet flushes]

[sirens wailing]

- Good homing to all you viewers out there,

including any who might be in a hospital

suffering from food poisoning.

I'm here to show you some great home economic techniques that

are worth a C-minus, at least.

First up-- huh?

- [grunting]

- Ah! Oof!

[groans]

both: Shakin' up makin' up the bed!

- The first thing you want to do is clear off your bed.

- [snoring] - [gasps]

GrandPat, I have to make the bed.

GrandPat!

[duck quacks]

[grunting]

[chuckles]

- Shakin' up makin' up the bed with special guest, GrandPat!

- [grunting]

Ta-da!

- No, no.

The sheet's got to be completely smooth.

And tight.

- [grunting]

[panting]

Ta-da.

- [grunting]

Huh?

Oh.

You made the bed with my old saggy skin.

That's a pickle.

But hey, no wrinkles!

- Now, I bet that's worth an A.

- Wha-- what is that?

[screaming]

[heart monitor flatlining]

both: Uh-oh.

- Clear!

- Lucky for your show, I was my high school's

cutlery placing champion.

Yep, they called me Hot Tongs back then.

Now, setting the perfect table is

about identifying and placing all the right forks.

- Uh, how many forks?

- Why, all of them, dear.

[grunts]

- Ahh!

- Ready, go!

- Table fork, salad fork, fruit fork, shrimp fork--

- Who you calling shrimp?

- Chair fork, double fork, invisible fork--

- Ladies and gentlemen, and home ec teachers,

have you ever seen such an impeccable place setting?

Ooh-la-la.

Choo-choo!

Ah!

Squidina, help me!

- Extendable fork, granny fork, tuning fork, forklift,

forked tongue, fork in the road,

fork five six, forkle, fork-fork,

and just one more fork.

- You spent the last two hours setting out cutlery.

Now do you have what it takes to place this final fork?

- Fork?

But this is a spoon.

- Correct!

Beautiful.

You not only know all the forks,

you know what type of fork isn't a fork.

[both cheering]

- Aha!

Now get over here!

- Whee!

Ah-ha-ha!

Hey, where's Patrick?

He's missing great footage.

both: Huh? - Squidina!

[loud explosion]

- [groaning]

And that's how you place all the forks in Dad.

- [groaning]

- [coughing, choking]

[heart monitor flatlining]

[electricity zapping]

- Wow!

Can you believe all the skills we picked up today?

It's been fun.

Learning how to sew...

both: Ahh-ahh-ahh!

- How to care for a baby,

and proper telephone etiquette.

So home economical.

Now it's time for the main course.

- * Tra la la la la, tra la *

- To show my teacher I have what

it takes to avoid summer school,

I'm going to make pickle pie. Heh-heh.

Which I can totally do. Heh-heh.

Oh, who am I kidding?

I'll just end up poisoning someone else to death.

[sobbing]

- Mmm.

Pickle pie. - [gasps]

Huh?

- That was Mother's favorite.

You look like you could use some advice.

- Yes.

- First, grab some pickles.

Excellent.

Now, swirl the milk.

Mix in the crackers and salt.

And tickle the sprouts.

- Coochy-coo.

[sprouts giggling]

- Now bruise the pickles.

- [grunting]

- Now give the dough a toy.

- Aw.

- Now break that toy.

Break it good!

- [cackling]

[oven timer dings]

- Huh? Ooh, pie time!

Ahh! Huh?

[triumphant music]

The perfect pickle pie!

Gee, I wish my teacher could taste it.

Oh, but he's in the hospital.

- Come.

We fly!

Ugh!

- Go get 'em, girl.

- [imitating siren wailing]

- Nobody move!

[both gasp]

[together] Huh?

- No!

You can't be dead!

I need you to give me an A-plus.

[sobbing]

Forks?

A needle and thread?

Appliances?

[gasps] I know what I can do!

- Stop, please!

We did all we could.

- Well, you didn't do all that I could.

[both yelling]

- I may need to pass, but my teacher doesn't.

- Oof! Huh?

- Hmm. Surgical fork.

[grunting]

Surgical vacuum.

[grunting]

- Ooh.

[sniffs]

- [grunting]

[stapler clicking]

And some finishing touches.

Please work. Please work.

[bell dings]

- I live!

Huh?

Squidina?

Did you save me?

- Yes, with the power of home economics.

How about we celebrate with some pickle pie?

Pretty please?

- I-- well, I--

is it safe?

[together] Eat it! Eat it!

- No, don't eat it!

Don't eat it!

- Well, four out of five doctors can't be wrong.

[sirens wailing]

- Where are they going?

The pickle party is right here.

- Tastes like an A-plus.

- Acquired taste acquired!

[laughter]

- Wait, does this contain gluten?

- [gasps]

- Oh!

- Yikes!

- Life under the sea is beautiful

but often savage and strange.

Here we see the common sea star feeding

by extruding its stomach from its own body,

in order to envelop its prey.

- Ew, gross.

But-- hmm.

I wonder.

[grunting]

[gasps]

- Ha-ha! - Ooh.

Hey, buddy!

- [slurping, chewing] - [chuckling]

[doorbell rings]

both: Huh?

- Uh, coming!

Uh-huh?

- Oh, good.

You're here.

As per our discussion on the phone, this is little Andy.

Strict diet, kelp only.

Nutritional supplements.

Study material.

And a few other instructions.

I got to go.

I'm a busy lady.

Listen to your tutor, Andy!

Oh, and one last thing.

Do not overstimulate him!

[tires squealing]

- Well, it's just you and me now, Blandy.

- It's Andy.

- That's right, Blandy.

Your mom said I was your tutor, but I don't know what that is.

Let's just have fun instead.

[horn honking]

- What is fun?

- [screams]

Doesn't know fun.

- Who doesn't know what fun is?

- [stammering] Blandy!

- [gasps]

Patrick, do you know what this means?

It means that kid is a blank slate.

- I don't get it.

- [laughs]

We get to teach him what fun is!

- Oh!

both: Fun. Fun. Fun.

- Fun.

- [inhaling, blowing]

[yells]

- [giggling]

- Blandy, are you ready to play the funnest game ever?

- It's called Hold That Eel!

- [roars]

- [mumbles]

- Me first!

[electricity zapping]

- [growls]

- Ooh, heh-heh, spicy fun.

- [laughs] My turn!

[electricity zapping]

- [babbling]

Crispy fun.

All right, Blandy.

You're up.

[static]

- Hey, little guy.

Why don't you like eels?

We really light up the room.

- Oof.

- All right, boys.

I'm off the clock.

See you next week, same time.

- We can't just give up on him.

- We need something even more funner than fun.

- Ice cream's fun!

Heh.

Uh.

Hmm.

- This is a job for Mermaid Man!

[imitates airplane whooshing]

Ooh!

- The idiot box!

- Candy!

- Burger!

- Trucks!

- Kalamazoo!

- This thing!

Huh.

- Nothing's working, Captain.

- Time for drastic measures.

[adventurous music]

* *

Found it.

Whee!

- Hmm.

Whoo-hoo!

So what are we looking for?

- Deep down every child has a sense of fun, Patrick.

We've just got to find Blandy's.

- I don't know, SpongeBob.

It looks pretty empty in here.

It's not going to turn up right under our-- oh!

- Oh.

- Oh, stupid doorknob!

- That's it, Patrick! - Oh! Oh! Ow! Ow! Ow!

- [inhales, blows]

Aha! - Huh?

- Blandy's imagination door.

There's nothing more fun than imagination,

and his is all locked up.

- Oh, oh!

I learned this new trick from TV.

Oh.

Here, boy.

I got some tasty grub for you!

Who's a good tummy? Who's a good tummy?

- [screams]

[munching]

[giggles]

- Got to have bagel with your locks.

[belches]

Now, let's see if we can find some fun in here.

- Oh, oh, oh--

both: Whoa!

- Hmm?

Whoa!

- [grunts]

- Whoa!

- [grunts]

- Whee! - Ah-ha-ha!

Oof!

both: Oh!

- [giggling]

Fun!

[laughter]

- Fun!

[horn honks]

Fun! Fun! Fun!

[all vocalizing]

- [speaking gibberish]

- [giggles] Fun!

Fun, fun!

[laughter]

- [growls]

- My mom's favorite boot plant!

My mom's favorite wall!

- Fun! Fun!

- I hate to say this, but do you think there could be

such a thing as too much fun?

- [gasps]

[both scream]

- Gee, Blandy.

Your imagination sure is fun.

But maybe it's time to take a little breather, hmm?

- Yeah.

[giggles]

Fun, fun!

[both groaning]

- [babbling]

[both screaming]

- [giggling]

- Was that a giggle?

- Ahh! Ahh!

- Augh!

[knock at door]

- Ooh!

She's here!

SpongeBob, what do we do?

Blandy's mom is here.

And we haven't even tutored him yet!

- We were supposed to tutor him?

But that's so boring.

As boring as doing the dishes.

- Ooh.

- Oh.

So I think being the opposite of fun gets rid of them.

- Quick, let's clean up this mess

before we get sued for malpractice.

[grunting]

- [babbling]

- Huh?

- Proofreading!

- [babbling]

- [giggling]

- [gasps] That's the sound of overstimulation!

[all speaking gibberish]

[both babbling]

- Math equations!

- Ohh.

- Savings plan.

- [groans]

[oven timer dings]

- [grunts]

Andy!

- Tidy room!

- Tutoring!

[together] Aw.

[glass shattering]

[bell tolling]

- Andy!

Andy!

- Whee!

- Standing in line in an orderly fashion.

- [grumbling]

both: Chores.

Yay!

- Finally, all gone.

- Fun! Fun! Fun!

- Andy! Andy!

[gasping]

Andy!

- There's only one thing to do.

We have to cut it off at the source.

- [gasps] You mean--

- That's right, Patrick.

We have to go back into Blandy's head.

- Fun!

Ah!

- Come on, Patrick!

Push like you mean it!

- [grunts]

- Ooh!

both: Whoa!

- [meows]

- [gasps] - Oh!

- [grunts]

- [grunting]

[both grunting]

Ah!

- It's not going to hold.

We have to reinforce it with something.

- Oh, I know!

[grunting]

- [belches]

- We did it!

We stifled his imagination.

[knock at door]

- Andrew Fishman!

[panting]

- Hello, Mrs. Blandsmom.

I'm the tutor.

- What is going on in here?

- Absolutely nothing.

We just sat on the floor quietly for about 11 minutes.

- Huh?

Oh.

- You'll be pleased to know that your son

was very boring today.

- Sweetie, are you OK?

- Mother, I would like some plain oatmeal.

- Oh, thank heavens.

That's my boy.

Great job.

I can't thank you enough.

That's why I am paying you one whole quarter, Mr. Squidward.

both: Huh?

- Wait, my name is Pat--

[door slams]

--trick.

Oh, well.

[both giggling]

[coin clinking]

[slot machine clattering]

Luck, be a lady tonight.

- [belches]

- Aw, cherries again?

Someday we're going to win that sports car.

- Andy, what do you say we go home and fold some laundry?

- [sniffs]

Yes, Mother.

- Hey, Blandy!

Till next time, have fun!

- Fun?

Fun!

- What was that?

[knock at door]

Andrew, what have you gotten into?

Hmm.

Ahh!

- Fun!

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