We're checking to make sure this guy really is

a certified foot masseur and not some kind of assassin.

Well, I say he checks out A-okay!

Squidward, have you ever seen more lovely French tips?

French tips, huh?

Alright, pal,

make with a relaxing foot massage, pronto.

Uh-oh. Sorry, your hour's up.

All right, you two. Out!

And don't even think about dragging your empty skulls

around here for the rest of the day!

Or tomorrow! Or next week!

- Squidward, does that include-- - Yes, it does!

Gee, Patrick,

do you think Squidward was trying to tell us something?

Yes, I was!

You call yourselves good neighbors?!

You're the worst neighbors ever!

You don't deserve to wear those fezzes!

Gee, Pat, maybe President Squidward's right.

Yeah, I guess we aren't good neighbors after all.

No, you aren't! You're horrible neighbors!

And stop calling me president!

Come on, let's go.

There are only three hours of my Sunday left.

They took it all away.

I didn't even get to read the Sunday paper.

Here's your Sunday paper, Squidward.

Enjoy!

Love, SpongeBob.

[whistling]

Ah!

[growling]

Good neighbors my right.

Hello?

"Keep out intruders for good!

New Security System 5000. Free installation."

[chuckling]

[maniacal laughter]

System activated.

Well, that oughta do it.

Let's see those imbeciles try to get in here now.

- President Squidward? - What the...?!

We hereby present you with this delicious cake.

"Sorry for bugging you so much?" What the...?

Security system, help! Intruder alert! Intruder alert!

- What's the matter with you?! - No threat detected.

Oh, you infernal contraption!

I'm gonna ship you off to the scrapheap you came from!

Threat detected.

[screaming]

Now what's going on?

Threat detected.

Code red! Code red!

[laughing]

It's like a carnival ride!

Run for your lives!

[grunting]

What the...?! What are you doing?!

Huh?

I only have half an hour of me-time left

and the idiots took my house.

Which means those boobs aren't around to bug me.

[gasps] Oh...!

Just what I've been waiting for.

[laughing]

I am gonna relax if it kills me.

[sighs]

[screaming]

Fire!

Wow, Squidward's house is destroying the neighborhood.

We gotta turn this thing off.

Nope, not it.

Nope.

Nope.

That's not it, either.

This Sunday relaxation really hits the spot.

Hmm, where to look?

Hmm, this off button seems suspicious.

We did it, Patrick!

President Squidward?

No, no, don't say anything.

This was all my fault.

I was the one who wanted to relax on Sunday.

Now if you'll be so kind as to leave

so I can get ready for work tomorrow.

- Mr. President-- - Shush.

But we just wanted to--

Get out of my house!

- Huh? - There he is!

Are you the owner of this house?

Yes! Yes, I am!

Then on behalf of the citizens of Bikini Bottom

I present you with this summons.

To pay for the destruction of our town

you'll be doing community service

every Sunday for the rest of your life.

Huh?

Hey, Squidward, you got one of those too?

This'll be great!

The three of us cleaning up Bikini Bottom.

Well, see ya next Sunday, President Squidward.