There's something else I wanted to ask you two.

Oh, what was it?

Oh, yeah, yeah.

Don't you two have any brains?

Squidward, we don't need television.

Not as long as we have our imagination.

Wow, I never thought of it that way.

That's really something. Can I have your TV?

With imagination, I can be anything I want.

A pirate, arr!

A football player, hut!

A starfish.

Patrick, you're already a starfish.

See, Squidward? It works.

Now don't hold back, SpongeBob. Just really let me have it.

Just remember Squidward,

this is going to hurt me more than it's going to hurt you.

Uh, OK, let me just--

Ah! Hey, I wasn't ready.

Would you mind waiting till I--

Hang on, you're starting to look like your old self again.

Nope, still too handsome.

It's still not working.

Maybe I'm not doing it hard enough.

Uh, hang on a sec--

Let me just--

[moaning]

Eeek! Squidward, you're even more handsome now.

[cheering]

How do you like me now?

I like you this much!

[screaming]

Feel me!

[screaming]

Patrick!

Patrick, are you OK?

Question is...

Will you be?

[screaming]

Hey, give me some of that.

[burping]

There it is, Patrick, Glove World.

Look at that guy. He must be the owner.

Uh-huh, come on. Excuse us, sir.

We heard a horrible rumor that you're going to close

Glove World forever.

Close Glove World? Has the world gone mad?

Here son, take this. You don't wanna catch a cold.

[groaning]

That feels good.

Ooh, that looks glovely on you, Patrick.

Fits like a glove!

Glove size fits all!

A penny saved is a penny gloved.

You can lead a glove to glove, but you can't make it glove.

She gloves me, she gloves me not.

All is fair in glove and war!

Glove! Glove! Glove! Glove! Glove! Glove! Glove! Glove!

Glove! Glove! Glove! Glove! Glove! Glove! Glove! Glove!

Glove! Glove! Glove?

My leg!

My leg!

My leg!

My leg!

My leg!

My leg?

My leg!

My leg!

My leg...

My leg!

My leg!

My leg!

OK, play 33.

I need you to go long.

And... break!

You're going down, fisherman!

[laughing]

Huh?

Don't worry, Squidward. We'll get you out of that old monster.

Ah! Let's escape through the window!

[groaning]

- Cutchy-coo, cutchy... - Mm-mm.

OK, that didn't work.

SpongeBob, you gotta be more gentle.

[screaming]

[screaming]

Patrick!

[moaning]

[laughing]

[moaning]

Well, you ain't gathered up a single egg!

[groaning]

Well, that was egg-citing.

[music playing]