(cuts to Tom, wearing a bad hairpiece)Tom: He found my hair piece! (laughs some more)Patchy: And I just got out of the shower. (walks past the woman's house)Patchy: Put 'em in a doggie bag, Mrs. Johnson.
(camera zooms out; a large treasure chest sits in the sand) Clever... bury your treasure above the surface.Patchy: (opens the chest; a golden glow shines from it) This is it! (a jellyfish floats up and down above SpongeBob’s palm; music begins to play as a microphone lowers in front of him; he clears his throat) Grandpa SquarePants: If we were meant to fly, we'd have propellers on our heads or jet engines on our backs. What? (a countdown, starting at ten, appears on the screen) I can't believe it. The seven trials of monkey lagoon?! Please help! (laughs, shaking the popcorn, which flies everywhere; the countdown ends) Here it comes! (the crowd of fish turns into an angry mob, along with pitchfork and torches)SpongeBob: (the mob chases him; he starts panting, then stops) Huh? flies out of the garage, finished with the job) All done, Mr. Krabs.SpongeBob: Aw, shrimp. Run away! (flies away; Fred pulls down an oxygen mask and starts breathing heavily) He and Potty press a lot of buttons on the remote, destroying the tape and making the VCR spit its tape, causing Patchy to get tangled in it. Times a-wastin'! Nancy: What makes you so special? (cuts to a little boy fish)Boy: He helps people... and he flies... and he helps people.Fish Head: (back at the desk) Who knows what superhero act of courage he'll astound us with next?Johnson: Oh no! (turns around and reenters the garage; even later, he flies away) Finally!
They take him home as he sings an intentionally corny song about how all one needs to fly is friendship. That's the Lost Episode? (hops into the cockpit, now with a hat and glasses on) Ready for takeoff! (laughs) Dig it, get it? I'll clean your garage. (puts a jar of pickled garlic down on the table, next to the other things; runs and sits down) Potty, hit the remote!Potty: (drops an egg that hits the remote) Brawk!
Look, Gary! (lands next to Mr. Krabs' garage) What's the emergency, Mr. Krabs?SpongeBob: (his pants deflate) That's your emergency?Mr. Jellyfish Fields, here I come!Patrick: (lying on his back in the street) SpongeBob! Oh, blasted infernal machine! (Gary retreats inside his shell) I hate to break it to you, but flying is impossible. (grabs a black boot out of a bin of umbrellas and screws it on his wooden leg while limping out the door; it now functions like a normal leg) Come on, Potty! (SpongeBob’s two eyes combine into one big eye; the camera zooms into it and his pupil becomes him flying through the sky) (Johnson drives by in a boat; another fish drives behind them; a couple other fish enter the scene) (passes by a sign pointing in the direction of the Fields, making it bobble) Mrs. (flying through the sky with Mr. Krabs in his arms) Where to, Mr. K?SpongeBob: You've got it!
(pokes Patrick in the head with his cane; the thought cloud disappears)SpongeBob: Well, here I go, Patrick!
(flies past three fish on the side of the road)SpongeBob: Do not be afraid, earthbound people. and now this thread has reached 500 replies, so it can finally end Take your favorite fandoms with you and never miss a beat. The physics are all here. (stretches out the wings; the camera focuses on SpongeBob’s butt, which is sticking out more than ever) I can feel it. (stretches out and starts falling downward, now in normal form) AHHHHHHHHH!!!! (starts eating the popcorn; the countdown makes it's way down to five) This so exciting!
Yeah, from today's paper!
(inside a giant climbing thing while a group of kids laugh at him) AHHHHH!!! And I don't even know who you are.Gray Fish: But, we went to elementary school together.SpongeBob: Dennis? SpongeBob’s inflatable pants explode; the two hurtle toward the ground; SpongeBob falls even further as Cannonball Jenkins opens up a red parachute) I told you nothing good would come from city folk and their flying machines!
Let's fly down to the pizza house for a slice.SpongeBob: No more flying for me, Patrick.
Huh? No, really, get lost. (looks at his hands)