SpongeBob: Uh, Squidward. I think the disease is affecting your temper.
Squidward: SpongeBob? SpongeBob. [camera pans to find SpongeBob hiding behind three pillows] What are you doing back there?
SpongeBob: I hate to be the bearer of bad news, Squidward, but I think the best thing for someone in your condition would be to [gulps] go home and not come back until you're fully recovered.
Squidward: Well, SpongeBob. I think you're probably right.
SpongeBob:[sniffles] I'm so sorry, Squidward.
Squidward: Well, I, I better go break the news to Mr. Krabs. [inadequately coughs again]
Mr. Krabs: You're sick?!
Mr. Krabs: Well, you don't look any sicker than you usually do. You know what. I'm better give you the old navy whatsoover just to be sure.
Squidward: The what?
[Mr. Krabs lifts Squidward's nose]
Mr. Krabs: Now open wide.
[Squidward opens mouth]
Mr. Krabs:[pulls out tongue] Tongue looks fine. [open left eyelid] Eyes. Check. [knocks on Squidward's forehead]
Mr. Krabs: Forehead feels normal. [lifts two of Squidward's legs] Now let's see those kneecaps. [hits kneecaps, causing Squidward's legs to bend upward and then back downward] Reflexes a little slow. But I'd expect that from you.
Mr. Krabs: Well, Mr. Squidward, in my expert opinion, you look fit as a feather.
Squidward: But Mr. Krabs...
Mr. Krabs:[slams fist on desk] Mr. Krabs nothing.
Squidward: But I...
Mr. Krabs:[slams fist on desk again] Mr. Krabs nothing.
Mr. Krabs:[slams fist on desk again] Mr. Krabs nothing. Just go ahead. I'm gonna keep sayin' it.
Squidward: But the customers. You don't want them to get sick, do you?
Mr. Krabs: No. And I don't want them to get hungry either. [pushes Squidward out of office] Now step to it, Mr. Squidward. Oh yeah, and get well soon. [laughs and shuts door]
Squidward:[sighs. fish speak among each other in cash register line]
Squidward:[takes bill from fish] SpongeBob, would you get that order to table 3, please.
SpongeBob:[turns around and appears to be wearing a gas mask] Yes.
Squidward: And just what is that supposed to be?
SpongeBob: Oh this. It's a number 2: Krabby Patty with cheese, medium drink...
Squidward: Not that. The thing on your face.
SpongeBob:[points to gas mask] Oh this.
SpongeBob: Oh, this is a precautionary measure should anyone in the workplace should fall ill, which in this case you have, then I wear it to protect my body from the spread of germs and bacterias.
Squidward:[appears in front of SpongeBob. lets out breath] Hiiii, SpoooongeBooooob.
SpongeBob: Hello, Squidward.
Squidward: Could I see that?
SpongeBob: Um, actually no.
Squidward: Because I find this all so very inte... [sneezes into nose of mask]...resting.
[SpongeBob takes off mask, screams, and runs into Mr. Krabs' office]
SpongeBob: Mr. Krabs!!!
Mr. Krabs: Neptune Knee-highs, lad! How many times do I have to remind you to knock?!
SpongeBob:[knocks on door while speaking] Mr. Krabs.
Mr. Krabs: That's better. Now what can I do you for?
SpongeBob: It's Squidward. He's sick.
Mr. Krabs: That's funny. You're the second person today whose told me that.
SpongeBob: Who was the first?
Mr. Krabs: Squidward. But I checked out that slimy green cashier personally, and if he's sick, then I'm the next mayor of Marmalleague Mountain, which doesn't sound like a bad gig actually.
SpongeBob: But Mr. Krabs, you have to believe me. Squidward's got a horrible disease called Squid's Disease! Scratchy throat, itchy eyes, dry mouth, big fever, and boils, and missed workdays!
Fish: One Krabby Patty, please.
Mr. Krabs: Squidward, got a minute?
Squidward: Oh, of course. It's not like I'm busy working or anything.
Mr. Krabs:[leans in] We've got a situation with the kid. Something's got him spooked.
[SpongeBob is shown holding his nose and mouth tightly]
Mr. Krabs: He can't cook in this condition. No cook, no patties. No patties, no money.
Squidward: And you're telling me this, why?
Mr. Krabs: I need you to make yourself scarce for a while.
Squidward: So, you're telling me to go home?
Mr. Krabs: Well, I don't care where you go, just as long as you get outta here!
Squidward: Yipee!!! Thank you, Mr. Krabs! I mean [inadequately coughs]
SpongeBob: Poor Squidward.
[in the kitchen]
SpongeBob: My favorite thing about Krabby Patties is [scratches eyes]. My favorite thing about Krabby Patties is [scratches eyes once again]. That's funny. My eyes feel itchy. [coughs] And my throat feels scratchy, too. [laughs. drops spatula in worriness] Itchy eyes, scratchy throat [rubs tongue only for smoke to come off], [gasps] and my mouth feels dry. I've contracted Squid's Disease! [yells]
Mr. Krabs:[barges into kitchen] SpongeBob, everything all right in here?
SpongeBob: Everything's fine, captain. Just a little howl for pleasure.
Mr. Krabs: Well how about a little less pleasure and a little more work. [shuts door]
SpongeBob:[to self] If Mr. Krabs finds out I have the Squid's Disease, he'll send me home, just like Squidward. Wait a second! That's it! Why go home when I have Grandma's down home folk remedies right here. [fills pot with water] Grandma always said: If you might be coming down with an illness, just stick your feet in hot water. [places feet into water] Or was it cold water? [places feet into ice. shivers] Something tells me it wwwasssnn't thhaat either. Of course. It wasn't hot water or cold water! It was boiling oil. [places feet into fry boiler] Uh huh. I can definitely feel the medicinal qualities. [takes feet out and they appear to be fried] Oh no!
Mr. Krabs: SpongeBob! You sure everything's alright?
SpongeBob:[places feet and legs back into boiling oil] Yes, everything's fine in here. [Mr. Krabs shuts door] Just dandy. [takes feet and legs back out] I better conceal these unslightly blemishes or Mr. Krabs will get suspicious. [smears liquid onto right leg] This super hot spicy yellow mustard should do the trick. No, actually that burns real bad. [worriedly] Stick on. Just need to cool it off. Cucumber! Cucumber will cool it off! We'll just need to find some. [holds up pickle jar] Pickles, they're like cucumbers. Sweetness, here I come. [pours all the juice and the pickles onto legs. sigh of relief turns into loud screams of pain] Sweet finicker, it burns! It burns! It burns! [crashes into trash bin and mop. rolls into more trash bins. customers listen to racket]
Frankie Billy: You guys hear what's going on?
Harold: Yes, and I'm very puzzled.
Nat Peterson: So am I, in fact, I might be a little concerned.
Harold: Well, I don't know I'd go that far.
[SpongeBob comes out of kitchen with trash covering him; crawls in front of Frankie Billy, Harold, and Nat Peterson and then lies on side]
SpongeBob: Sorry, I think I might be coming down with something.
Harold: Coming down with something?
Nat: I refused to be served by a sick fry cook.
Harold: Me too. Let's get outta here!
Frankie Billy: Good idea!
[fish banter while two other fish march out of restaurant]
Mr. Krabs [gasps] Me customers! [looks at SpongeBob lying on back now and gasps] You look terrible.
SpongeBob: Thank you, Mr. Krabs. [coughs]
Mr. Krabs: Well, I can't just stand by while me restaurant becomes a breeding ground for infection. SpongeBob, go home. That's an order!
SpongeBob: But who's going to run the restaurant?
Mr. Krabs:[chuckles] Who's gonna run it? I can run this place blindfolded and one claw tied behind me back. I'll show ya.
[scene cuts to Squidward's house]
Squidward:[appears to be resting on a chair with the radio on. sighs] Who knew that having an illness could feel so good? [drinks beverage]
SpongeBob: Hi, Squidward. [Squidward spits out drinks]
Squidward: Oh, no. What happened to you?
SpongeBob: I...fell ill. Mr. Krabs won't let me work again until I'm better. Well, at least we can spend the day recovering together. After all, misery loves company. Right Squidward. [coughs. Squidward appears to have disappeared] Squidward?
[inside Squidward's house]
Squidward: Well, so much for enjoying the great outdoors. But at least I can relax and enjoy [sighs] some afternoon tea.
SpongeBob: That seems like a great idea, Squidward.
Squidward:[drops tea and screams] SpongeBob, what have I told you about coming into my house?
SpongeBob: I figured I can't make you well, Squidward, but I can at least make you comfortable. I brought hot compresses, tissues, the good kind with snail butter, and even a romantic comedy for us to watch. I know they're supposed to funny, but they always make me cry.
[in the Krusty Krab, the customers are in a riot]
Mr. Krabs: 25 Krabby Patties! [leaps into kitchen and sprints out with Krabby Patties. throws food randomly] Order up! Order up!
Henry: Hey, I didn't order a table patty. [Krabby Patty appears to be splattered on table]
Fish 2: Yeah, and a window patty.
Fish 3: Or a face patty! I want a refund!
[fish start riot yelling refund. in Squidward's house]
Television: Female: I love you. Male: I know. [both engage in laughing]
SpongeBob:[seen crying and blows into tissue] Wasn't that great, Squidward?
Squidward: Oh yeah howdy. That's too bad it had to end. Finally.
SpongeBob: Oh, don't worry. We have all 99 sequels to watch next.
Squidward: Oh would you look at that. I'm suddenly feeling much better. I think I'm going back to work now, bye. [rushes out house back to work being followed by SpongeBob]
SpongeBob: Squidward, Squidward wait. Squidward, you're not well enough to return to work. I can't let you.
Squidward: Please just stop. Stop following me.
SpongeBob: Squidward! Squidward! Squidward!
SpongeBob and Squidward:[both gasps] Mr. Krabs?
Mr. Krabs:[appears to be lying on ground with mustard and buns covering him] I told you. I could run this place all by myself. Blindfolded with one claw tied behind me back.
SpongeBob: But Mr. Krabs, what are you doing here lying on the floor?
Mr. Krabs: Well, SpongeBob, funny you should ask. Because in me expert medicial opinion, I think I may be coming down with a nasty case of Squid's Disease.
SpongeBob: Squid's Disease? I know just the cure! [holds up romantic comedy disk]
Mr. Krabs: Romantic Comedy, The Movie? No! [crawls away] Ah! Get that thing away from me!