Psst!
Young man.
Yes, over here.
Come on, boy, a little closer.
Closer.
Not that close!
(screaming)
You blasted Barnacle Head!
I mean, hi.
Plankton?
Ouch!
What do you want?
I just want to talk.
You could say we’re friends, right?
Um, no.
Acquaintances?
No.
Well, we’re both invertebrates, aren’t we?
I guess so.
You see, everything works out.
I have something for you.
I’ve been keeping it in my secret compartment.
Shing! Sparkle, sparkle.
Wow!
A golden spatula!
And it’s even got my name on it.
It’s a gift.
A gift from a friend.
Friends give each other gifts.
And tomorrow is my birthday.
And you know what I like more than anything in the whole wide world.
A booster seat?
Booster seat, hot dog!
I mean, no.
What I want for my birthday from you, my friend, is one of those tender, delicious, Krabby Patties.
(gasping)
You just want to be friends so you can get your hands on a Krabby Patty.
And I bet it’s not even your birthday tomorrow.
Gee, and I thought you were stupid.
You’ll never get a Krabby Patty from me.
Even if we are friends.
Never, never, never, never!
Oh, I’ll get a Krabby Patty.
And you’re gonna hand deliver it to me personally!
You weak-minded fool!
(music)
(music) – (evil laughing)
