And remember, class work hard and no goofing off.

Okay, Gary, no goofing off!

I am about to write the greatest essay of all time.

Even more important than the paper is the pencil.

Okay, here we go.

Come on, SpongeBob!

Come on, pencil.

Make words.

Gary.

Hey, Gary.

How’s my favorite mollusk?

How about you let ol' SpongeBob fix you up something to eat?

I got to make sure you get your nutrition.

So I'm not leaving until you eat every single bite.

Why?

That didn't take too long.

it's only...10 o'clock?!

I say I'm doing it.

I'm doing it.

Yeah.

Now, let's see how it looks so far.

Now, let's see.

White or rye bread...or pumpernickel.

Gee, I guess it really depends on the meat inside... and the cheese

A visitor for me.

Hello?

Package for Mr Square Pants.

Great.

Thanks.

So you like delivering mail?

It puts bread on the table.

Rye or pumpernickel?

So do you deliver your own mail, or do you have your own mail person?

But then who delivers his mail?

Is there a never-ending chain of mailmen delivering mail to other mailmen? Well, I guess a P.O. box could in theory break the chain.

Don't you have a paper to write?

I'm supposed to be writing an essay.

In other news, local resident SpongeBob SquarePants only has a few hours left to complete his essay, and yet he continues to goof off.

When will he learn?

Oh, no.

Good night.

That was a close call.

My pants!

Yoo hoo! Down here!

You get up here.

I gotta get back to work.

Freedom!

Stop! Pants!

You get back here this instant! Paaants...!

Time's up, SpongeBob.

Only 799 words to go!

What have I done?

Why?

Why did you set me on fire?

SpongeBob.

Why didn't you just write your essay?

Stop posting time!

Class starts in five minutes.

I gonna write this whole paper in five minutes.

How am I supposed to know what to do at a stoplight?

Feeding your snail is something not to do at a stoplight!

And making a sandwich, and lighting candles, and drinking water, and calling your friends, and karate chopping the TV, and shootin' the breeze with the mailman, and fallin' asleep... karate tapping the TV and Children agrees with the mailman.

Mrs.Puff.

I'm finished.

All 800 words.

I'm finished.

Here it is.

Hey, Mrs. Puff.

Where is everybody?

Oh, there you are, SpongeBob.

Here you go, Mrs.Puff!

800 words! All about stoplights and what not to do at 'em.

I'm sorry.

SpongeBob.

I tried to call you.

I have to go to a teacher's convention.

But what about my essay?

I decided to cancel the assignment.

We're just going to take a field trip to a stoplight instead.

See you next week.