(episode begins with the fact that SpongeBob and Patrick are sitting down around SpongeBob's house and the bubble jar)
Patrick: After you.
SpongeBob: Ah, thank you Patrick. (SpongeBob dunks stick in a jar of bubbles, inflates the bubble and it bursts)
Patrick: My turn. (Patrick dunks stick in a jar of bubbles, inflates the bubble and it bursts)
SpongeBob: Neato. (the bubble pops as SpongeBob dunks the stick in a jar of bubbles) Watch this. (he inflates the bubble)
Patrick: [bored] Wow. (SpongeBob yawns as Patrick sleeps and snores as the bubble pops and he wakes up, worried) Medesonium prodamy! [he inflates another bubble, then pops]
SpongeBob: You know, Patrick, (sniffs) we should spice up our bubble blowing.
Patrick: Yeah, yeah. Spice. (he picks up the bubble jar, close-up of it) No spice. Hmm. (he throws away the bubble jar and pulls out a jar of hot sauce from his pocket, close-up of it) Hot sauce! (he opens the jar with his mouth while the inside of the jar mini-explodes, then he places it down) Spicy bubbles. [SpongeBob giggles as Patrick dunks the stick in the hot sauce then inflates a bubble, which it flies to SpongeBob's eyes and bursts, causing the eyes to sting.
SpongeBob: Hmm. (he screams as his eyes disappear, then pop back out, causing him to laugh, and then he inflates a bubble and does the same thing to Patrick: screaming from the sting of the bubble)
Patrick: I wonder if hot sauce is bad for our eyes.
Both: Nah. (they laugh, then inflate bubbles repeatedly toward their eyes that make them scream and then laugh)
(meanwhile, at Squidward's house)
Squidward:(he cuts a leaf from his bonsai portrait of himself) (sighs) 20 years of paint-staking care, and my bonsai portrait is almost complete. Oh! Oh, my. What's this? (close-up of leaf under the portrait's nose) I missed a spot. Not to worry. You'll be perfect soon, as perfect as me. Hmm. (he tries to cut the leaf, but eventually, SpongeBob and Patrick keep screaming and laughing outside, causing the bonsai to rip off and land on Squidward's lap](worried) Oh. Look what I've done. (cries) Oh, no.
Bonsai Squidward:(comes to life) Squidward.
Squidward: What? What? Who said that?
Bonsai Squidward: It's me, your bonsai Squidward. Will you grant me my final request?
Squidward: Of..of course. What...what...what is it?
Bonsai Squidward: Avenge me.
Squidward: "Avenge me?" (ominous music plays as Squidward gets angry and looks out the window, seeing SpongeBob and Patrick laughing) SpongeBob!
(SpongeBob and Patrick continue to blow bubbles in there eyes)
SpongeBob and Patrick: Screams and then laughs
Patrick: I must have more.
SpongeBob: You want more? (inhales and blows big spicy bubble)
Squidward: SpongeBob you moron, you ruined my bon… sai. (spicy bubble explodes and burns Squidward)
SpongeBob: Let's go to Sandy's
[scene cuts to SpongeBob and Patrick walking to Sandy's house]
SpongeBob: Sandy, Sandy, check out these new spicy bubbles that Patrick invented.
Patrick: Yeah, I thinked it up with my own head. Now I'm as smart as Sandy
SpongeBob: Maybe even smarter.
Sandy: Smarter, huh? Well, I'd love to try out your new-fangled bubbles, Patrick, but I've got to fix these air lines to my treedome. They're all clogged up and the lack of fresh air is making me woozy.
Patrick: Why don't you just breathe water like a smart person? (breathing deeply) (chuckles) Guess you're just too dumb.
SpongeBob: I know Sandy. I'll use these spicy bubbles. They'll clean out your pipes for you. (inhales and starts blowing)
Sandy: That's sweet of you, SpongeBob, but a bunch of little old bubbles ain't gonna clear these air lines.(SpongeBob blowing and air lines start burning)
Sandy: I'll tar and feather you nincompoops later. My suit's air supply is nearing empty. Luckily, I have just enough air in my submarine to get to the surface and refill my air tanks.
SpongeBob: Phew! Thank goodness. Allow me to get the door. (SpongeBob opens door and water comes in)
Patrick: Even I knew that was dumb.
Sandy: Oh, no. I have only a few minutes of air left. I'm far too dizzy already. You'll have to drive, SpongeBob.
SpongeBob: Whoo! (submarine whirring and pinging) How's Sandy doing back there?
Patrick: I'm not sure. Let me check. (alarm beeping) Oh!
Sandy: Hey there, Patty-Pat-Pat-Pat-Patrick. Careful where you're breathing. You don't want to disturb the subatomic particle rodeo. Yee-haw, micro-dawgies! Rope them molecules.
Patrick: She's totally losing it.
Sandy: (gasps and grunts) Are there cobwebs on my face? 'Cause it feels like there's cobwebs on my face.
Patrick: Never mind. She seems fine.
SpongeBob: Hold on just a little longer, Sandy, we're almost there. I can see sunlight--horrible dehydrating sunlight. (shivers)
Sandy: Gimme that wheel, SquareButt. I know a shortcut. (sub screeches) (SpongeBob and Patrick screaming)
SpongeBob: Make sure and hold her tight, Patrick.
Patrick: Don't worry. She's not going anywhere.
Sandy: Ahh. (licks helmet and smacks lips) You taste like glass. (hiccups)
SpongeBob: Blah! Fresh air. Let's hurry up and get this over with. (footsteps)
Patrick: Get what over with?
SpongeBob: Where's Sandy
Patrick: I thought she was with you.
SpongeBob: Uh-oh. (engine revving)
Sandy: Hang on, fellers! I got a hankering for a Krabby Patty (sub screeches) (SpongeBob and Paatrick creaming)
SpongeBob: Sandy, what are you doing? The air is up there.
Sandy: Yeah, yeah. Right after I grab a quick bit at the Krusty Krab. Yee-haw.
SpongeBob and Patrick: No! (crashes on the rooftop of the Krusty Krab) (glass shatters) (gauge gasps)
Sandy: Oh, well, I guess I won't be needing this anymore. (takes off helmet) (Sandy takes a Krabby Patty)
SpongeBob: No Sandy, you need air, not food! (shoots Krabby Patty out of Sandy's mouth!)
Mr. Krabs: Hey! What's going on out here?
SpongeBob: Mr. Krabs, Sandy's run out of that crazy air stuff that she needs to breathe. We have to find some right now or she'll be headed for the last roundup.
Mr. Krabs: Well, okay. I suppose I can't have her croaking at the Krusty Krab. That'd be bad for business. All right, let's see here. Hmm. Oxygen. "02," I believe. Good old atomic number eight.
Patrick: Uh--uh-- (bones crack) Hey, everyone. Look! There's some air bubbles trapped on the ceiling.
Mr. Krabs: But how are you gonna get them down?
SpongeBob: Never fear. I know what to do. We can use these straws to suck the bubbles down.
Mr. Krabs: Wait a minute. Those straws cost me money!
SpongeBob: Oh, don't worry, Mr. Krabs. I'll put them all back.
Patrick: Hurry up, SpongeBob. I'm no doctor, but I don't think squirrels are suppose to be blue.
SpongeBob: Okay, I'm ready.
Patrick: Just a little bit further. Okay, got it.
SpongeBob: Hurry up, Patrick. (Patrick starts sucking bubbles with straws)
Sandy: Hm-mmm. (Patrick holds a nut) (sniffs)
Patrick: Looks like her color's coming back.
SpongeBob: That's good, but is it gonna be good enough? Mr. Krabs, you must have some spare Squidward always says you're full of hot air.
Squidward: I said what?
Mr. Krabs: So you think I'm full of hot air, do you? Well, in this case, you're right. There's usually an air bubble or two trapped inside me shell. Go ahead. Don't be shy. (Sandy grunting and puts her head on Mr. Krabs) (SpongeBob starts clicking Mr. Krabs' arm back and fourth)
Pearl: Daddy, there's a submarine on the roof. Oh, you seem kind of busy. Maybe I should come back later.
SpongeBob: No, Pearl. Don't go. You're a mammal, right?
Pearl: Yeah, I guess so.
SpongeBob: And you breathe air, right?
Pearl: Sure, my nose is full of it.
SpongeBob: You've got t.o help Sandy. She needs to share your air.
Pearl: I guess us mammals have to stick together.
SpongeBob: Okay, hold still. This may pinch a little (places Sandy on Pearl's head) Okay, Pearl let 'er rip. (Pearl breathing and Sandy inflates) Now just keep breathing, Pearl. Come with me, Patrick. I have an idea that'll fix everything. I'm gonna go up to the surface to get some air. When I tug on this rope, you pull me down.
Patrick: But how are you going to get up there?
SpongeBob: I'll use this tank of oxygen as a makeshift rocket.
Patrick: An oxygen tank! Great idea, buddy.
SpongeBob: I know. Wish me luck, old friend. (uses a wrench and opens oxygen tank)
Patrick: SquarePants, I salute you.
SpongeBob: (gasps) (opens bubble soup and pours it on his head) Okay, SpongeBob, it's time to catch a breath for Sandy. (inhales) So fresh it hurts. (squeaking and forms huge air bubble) Okay, Patrick, pull me down. (tugs rope with his leg)
Patrick: Hey, who did that? Hey! Oh! Ghosts! (screaming)
SpongeBob: Yeah, here we go.
Patrick: Ah, Ah! Oof! (Patrick starts rolling down hill and rolls into Sandy's treedome)
SpongeBob: (birds chirping) Welcome back, Sandy.
Sandy: I'm alive? And the treedome's full of air? And sort of dry? How'd you fellers pull it off?
SpongeBob: Oh, you could say we had a little help from a big bubble.(SpongeBob and Patrick laughing)
Sandy: Hmmm. In case you forgot, it was bubbles that got into this mess in the first place. I don't want you blowing any more bubbles around my house.
SpongeBob and Patrick: Uh-oh. (Sandy's house begins floating in giant bubble.)