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SUB BY : DENI AUROR@ https://aurorarental.blogspot.com/

Are you ready, kids?

Aye, aye, Captain!

I can't hear you.

Aye, aye, Captain!

There it is-- Grandma's house.

What wonders await me today?

Fresh-baked cookies?

Story time?

A sweater with love in every stitch?

Aw, what am I waiting for?

Grandma, Grandma, Grandma!

Spongebob!

Hi, Grandma!

Come in and sit for a while.

Have a cookie, Spongebob.

Grandma, you make the best cookies in the deep blue sea.

Oh, yeah...

Grandma's cookies...

Now, who wants to lick the spoon?

Oh! Me, me, me!

...And then we drove all the way home

with all the windows down in the freezing cold.

Tell me another story about when I was a baby.

3:00?!

I'm going to be late for work!

Hop in my car. I'll drop you off.

Thanks, Grandma!

Spongebob... you forgot your kissy-kissy!

I sure did.

Bye, Grandma! Thanks for the ride!

Thank you, Squidward.

Oh, brother...

Isn't this great?

Everybody's in a good mood today.

I love bursting your bubble, Spongebob.

They're laughing atyou, not with you.

Did I do something funny?

Your forehead.

My forehead is funny?

Hey, grandma's boy!

Kissy-kissy-kissy!

No! You're wrong!

There... there's nothing wrong

with getting kisses from your grandma!

No... especially if you're a big baby who wears diapers!

And, and sucks his thumb

and plays with dolls

and, um, wears pajamas with feet in them

and carries his, um, uh, binky around, and, uh...

All right already!

Cheer up, Spongebob.

I know someone who still likes you.

Really? You do, Squidward?

Yeah... your grandma!

Stop it...!

I have been publicly humiliated for the last time!

I'm sorry that happened to you, Spongebob.

Me, too.

You're the most adult person I know.

Thanks, Patrick.

You know how grandmas are.

They love babies.

You just can't act like a baby around her.

You're right, Patrick.

Have I ever not been right?

You're a man now, Spongebob

and it's time you started acting like one.

Yeah!

Oh... but I'm not sure I know how.

Allow me to demonstrate.

First, puff out your chest.

Now say "tax exemption."

Tax exemption!

Now you must acquire a taste for free-form jazz.

Okay, Spongebob, you're ready!

This is it.

What are you going to tell Grandma?

I'm a grownup.

No ifs, ands or buts about it.

A man's got to do what a man's got to do.

And then you get behind her and I'll push.

Patrick, we didn't say that.

Oh, yeah, right.

All we need now

is the icing on the maturity cake.

I've been growing these babies for years.

Sideburns...

Oh, hello, Spongebob.

What a nice surprise.

Come here, give your granny her kissy-kissy.

Mmm...

Sorry, Grandmother, but the kissing has to stop.

Tell her like it is, Spongebob.

No more baby stuff.

He is right, Grandmother.

Kisses are for babies, which I am no longer.

I have grown up.

It is nature's way.

Oh... you are absolutely right.

I am?

I mean, of course I am.

You will definitely not be treated like a baby

around here ever again.

I am glad you see it my way, Grandmother.

Well, I'm glad that's settled.

But what am I going to do

with all these fresh-baked cookies?

Sorry, Grandmother.

We adults don't partake in the consumption of sweets.

Right, Pat...

rick?

Keep 'em coming, Granny!

So much for no more baby stuff.

And don't forget the cookie-eating hat!

Hey!

That's my cookie-eating hat!

Uh... I mean, it was when I was a baby!

Grr...

Well, look who's here.

It's my big old adult grandson.

Grandmother, I need to have a mature conversation

with Mr. Patrick.

Patrick! What are you doing?!

Cookies! Warm milk!

A bib!

Is that a kissy mark on your forehead?

We are supposed to be adults!

Uh-uh-uh.

No roughhousing with a full tummy.

Who's the baby?

I'm the baby, I'm the baby, I'm the baby!

Being grownup is boring!

I love being a baby.

Besides, I don't get jazz.

Oh, poor Patrick.

I almost feel sorry for you.

Trapped in the awkward phase of diaper days.

Never to know the rich rewards of being a grownup.

Here's a fresh batch of cookies.

All right!

Rewards, huh?

Well, yeah, there's...

Let's see, we, uh...

we went over the jazz.

Oh, Grandma, I'm full.

More cookies.

It appears to be my lunch hour.

Grownups have to eat, too.

I guess this will have to do.

Oh, you don't want this baby food.

How about a big piece of steamed coral?

Oh, yeah, uh... great.

Nutritious!

Story time!

Oh, boy! Story time, story time, story time!

Story time?

You'll enjoy this, Patrick.

It's a wonderful story about a magical sea leprechaun.

Oh, Spongebob, you wouldn't be interested in this babybook.

Here's the technical manual on Routine Active Maintenance.

Oh, uh, great.

Yeah... fascinating.

No pictures, just the way I like it.

Ohh! My wittle finger!

Hold still, hold still.

All better?

Sorta...

This finger hurts a little bit, too.

How about I give you a present?

Oh, boy, I hope it's cookies!

All right!

Another hat!

No, Patrick, it's a sweater.

Huh?

With love in every stitch.

No...

Don't I get a present, Grandma?

Oh, I almost forgot.

Here's some office supplies.

I didn't wrap them.

I knew you wouldn't mind.

Uh-oh, 3:00.

Time for adults to go to work.

Bye-bye, Spongebob.

I'll bet you would fancy a nap, huh, Patrick?

You're still here, Spongebob?

Uh... I don't have to leave yet.

I... can be late for work.

No, no, no. That wouldn't be the adult thing to do.

All right, uh, I guess I'll be going.

I've, uh, got a lot of adult-type business

to take care of, so, uh...

I'll see you later.

Okay. Thanks for stopping by, Spongebob.

Yup, that is it.

Here I go.

Come again if you get the chance.

Out into the cold, grownup world...

alone... without a sweater.

Toodle-oo.

I don't know when I'll be back.

I know how busy you are.

So, uh... that's it.

Shh... he's asleep.

So... long...

I don't want to grow up!

I want cookies!

And milky!

I want a sweater with love in the stitches!

I want to wear didies!

I want to ride in my wagon!

I want to cuddle-wuddle with Mr. Stuffykins!

I want to rocky-rock on my seahorsey!

And I want kissy-kissy on my boo-boo!

Take it easy, Spongebob!

Spongebob...

Spongebob!

You don't have to be a baby

to get Old Grandma's love.

I don't?

Of course not.

No matter how grownup you get

you will always be my Little Baby Boo.

And remember, you can kiss your Grandma

and still be an adult.

Here you go.

Thanks, Grandma.

Uh, Grandma, could you not mention this

to the guys down at The Krusty Krab?

No problem.

Patrick, look, I got my...

I'm sorry, Patrick.

It's just, for a second I thought...

Hey, you got the same reef-blower as me!

Tag, you're it!

Patrick...

you made my house sparkly clean!

Sure did!

We haven't improved Squidward's day yet.

Let's do his house!

My turn!

What's going on out here?!

We're playing with our new reef-blowers.

Playing with a reef-blower?

That is the most childish thing I've ever heard of!

But it's fun!

Fun? How could playing

with one of those oversized hair dryers possibly be fun?

Like this.

Chafed!

All right, that's...

Let's do your house, Patrick.

Yeah!

Huh?

Squidward, you're steaming!

You're like a steamed vegetable, only smarter.

Put my windows back!

No problem, Squidward.

We're on your side.

Any second now...

Spongebob...

this is the final straw.

I am going to move so far away

that I will be able to brag about it.

I would...

I would rather tear out my brain stem

carry it into the middle

of the nearest four-way intersection

and skip rope with it

than go on living where I do now.

Hi there.

Is this the final straw?

Do you want to move so far away that you can brag about it?

Would you rather tear out your brain stem

walk out into the middle of the nearest three-way...

Four-way...

Four-wayintersection

and skip rope with it

than continue living where you do now?

Then move to...

I hate this channel.

No, no!

...Tentacle Acres.

Where happiness is just a suction cup away.

Hello?

Yes, can I help you?

I'm here about the happiness.

I'll be moving in now.

Are you alone?

No... I mean, yes, there's nobody with me, yes.

Peace and quiet.

Are you now or have you ever been a sponge?

No.

What about a...

No, no starfish.

Just a regular, normal, peace-loving...

Heaven at last...

Ohh!

I've seen more alert people

in a retirement home!

Oh, which way to the Living Without a Brain seminar?

Don't be late!

I've heard better comebacks

from a turkey sandwich!

Get a life!

This place is better than I expected!

302... 303... and 304.

Beautiful!

And not a pineapple in sight.

Good night, Clary.

Tomorrow we begin life anew.

304 New Life Street, Squidward speaking.

There is no way I am moving back there, Spongebob!

I am finally among my own kind.

Now good-bye!

Ahh...

I think I'll take my bike today.

I'm my own man.

Now, these neighbors know how to live.

Intensive...!

Hmm... I bet they won't have...

Wow! They have it!

Canned bread!

This town is great!

I would really be impressed if it had...

an interpretive dance academy!

Yeah... it's even better in a group!

This town is perfect!

A clarinet trio?!

Ahh... another great day!

Oh, look.

Everybody's on their bike today.

It just gets better and better.

All together.

I sort of... don't feel like playing my clarinet today.

Yup, this is great.

They might as well rename this town Squidward's Paradise.

Or perhaps... Too Much Paradise.

Spongebob?

Feh...

Oops.

Ohh!

Leaves.

Just getting the leaves.

Oof!

Could you pipe down over there, Iron Lung?

Looks like when it comes to having fun

you don't have a leg to stand on.

Hey, that's not funny!

Yeah!

What's going on over here?

It's that guy.

He's playing with a reef-blower.

Playing? With a reef-blower?

That's the most childish thing I've ever heard of.

But it's fun.

How could you possibly have fun

with one of those oversized hair dryers?

Like this!

Ahh! Give it back! Please!

Tag, you're it!

Whoa...!

What can I get you boys?

What are you looking at?

Those.

Here it is, Patrick.

Now we've just got to convince Squidward to come back home.

You got our apology cake?

We're ready!

Yay!

Hello, can I help you?

Can I get a large number one, extra size?

But you just ate three orders of fried oyster skins.

I love... fried oyster skins.

We're sorry, but your kind isn't allowed here.

He's not leaving, Orville.

You got your nightstick ready?

Fried oyster skins?! Oh...

I guess we got to order inside.

Hey! That looked like Squidward!

That looked like Squidward also

in angry mob form.

Hold it right there, Mr. Tentacles!

Stay back! I got gardening tools!

Here, just read this!

What is it?

A well thought-out and organized list of complaints.

Patrick, look, it's Squidward!

Squidward! We finally found you!

Get off me!

I'm not Squidward.

Are you Squidward now?

Grievances?!

This town is a grievance!

There should be a law

against so many stuck-up tightwads living in one place!

This city needs to be destroyed!

Or at least painted a different color.

F.Y.I., you don't have to live here, you know.

Hey, you're right!

And I'm leaving A.S.A.P.

Are you Squidward?

No.

Are you Squidward?

No.

Are you Squidward?

That's okay, take your time.

Any one of these Squidwards

could be the real Squidward, Patrick.

Whoa-ho, freedom!

Whoo-hoo!

Well, we know one thing...

It sure isn't that guy.

Whoo-hoo-ee!