Written by Paul Tibbitt, Ennio Torresan, Jr.,
                  and Mr. Lawrence
                
                  Spongebob: (in his dream, krabby patties are falling
                      from the sky) It’s raining krabby patties! Yeah! (runs
                      around eating patties. Dream ends with Spongebob chewing
                      on his pillow then spitting it out. Stomach growls) A
                      quick midnight snack and then it’s back to bed. (kicks
                      the pillow on the ground and jumps on it. Sees Gary meowing
                      in his sleep) Aww, sleep tight, my little angel. (tip-toes
                      past Gary and down the stairs to the fridge) Ah, here
                      it is. (grabs 'sea-nut butter' out of the fridge and
                      walks to the counter where there is food and utensils lying
                      on it) Nothing like a sea-nut butter and jellyfish
                      jelly sandwich to get you to sleep. (as soon as Spongebob
                      takes a bite of the sandwich, he is out cold. In the morning,
                      his whole house is frozen because he left the fridge open.
                      Spongebob wakes up shivering) The fridge! (slides
                      over and closes the door then sits down trying to get warm.
                      Tries to stand up but he slips and slides everywhere inside
                      the house stopping on his bed. Pulls the frozen covers
                      over him but the blanket breaks into pieces)
                      
    Gary: (wearing a hat and ear muffs) Meow.
    
    Spongebob: (slides into the bathroom) Oh, Gary, I don’t
    feel like myself.
    
    Gary: Meow.
    
    Spongebob: Don’t be silly, Gary. I don’t get colds. I get
    the suds.
    
    Gary: Meow?
    
    Spongebob: No, Gary. If I had the suds, I’d have bubbles coming
    out of me. (when he sneezes, pink bubbles come out)
    
    Gary: Meow.
    
    Spongebob: I can’t get the suds, ‘cause then I’d have
    to miss work! (puts his underwear over his mouth & nose then sneezes.
    Pink bubbles come out again)
    
    Gary: Meow.
    
    Spongebob: No, Gary. I like wearing my underwear like this. (turns
    around and has one bubble representing a butt cheek. Each one pops)
    
    Gary: Meow.
    
    Spongebob: I’m not sick. I’m going to work. (at Krusty
    Krab, Spongebob is cooking but sneezing at the same time)
    
    Mr Krabs: Spongebob, what’s holding up those patties? (Spongebob
    turns around looking pale)
    
    Spongebob: Right away, sir.
    
    Mr Krabs: Spongebob, what’s wrong with you? You’re paler
    than a baby sea horse.
    
    Gary: Meow.
    
    Mr Krabs: The suds?
    
    Spongebob: (holds up the krabby patty on a plate) Here’s
    that patty you wanted, Mr Krabs, sir. (when he sneezes, the krabby patty
    splatters all over Mr Krabs head)
    
    Mr Krabs: (wipes off patty off his face) Alright, Spongebob, you’re
    too sick to work.
    
    Spongebob: No, Mr Krabs, I’m ok, honest. (Mr Krabs opens the
    front door)
    
    Mr Krabs: No, now go home and get some rest. (Spongebob walks off) Nothing
    personal, lad. I just can’t have you sneezing all over my food! (customers
    hear what Mr Krabs just said and all spit out their food and run out of the
    Krusty Krab)> No, wait! Wait!
    
    Spongebob: Oh, Gary, I feel horrible. (sneezes. Gary hides in his
    shell with pink bubble all over his shell) Oh, who am I kidding? I’ve
    got the suds, no doubt about it. (after he sneezes again, his right eye
    rolls down his face) I’d better take care of this before it gets
    out of hand. (picks up the phone and dials Sandy's number)
    
    Sandy: (running on her wheel) Hello?
    
    Spongebob: Sandy, I’m sick. (puts his eye back into place) Can
    you escort me to the doctor’s?
    
    Sandy: Oh, sure, Spongebob. I’ll be there faster than a barefoot
    jackrabbit on a hot greasy griddle in the middle of August in...
    
    Spongebob: Yeah, ok, Sandy, thanks. (sneezes pink bubble through Sandy's
    phone. Later, as Spongebob is getting dressed for the doctor, the doorbell
    rings)he sneezes and bubbles shoot out through the phone. Cut to later.
    Sponge is in a ski hat and jacket and scarf. The doorbell rings) Coming. (opens
    the door)
    
    Patrick: Hey, Spongebob. Going skiing?
    
    Spongebob: I’m sick, Patrick. I’m going to the doctor.
    
    Patrick: What? Oh, you can’t go!
    
    Spongebob: Why not, Patrick?
    
    Patrick: I know a guy who knows a guy who went to the doctor once, and
    the doctor’s office is a horrible, horrible place!
                  Spongebob: (sits in his chair) It can’t
                    be as horrible as the suds. (sneezes)
                      
    Patrick: Oh, it is, Spongebob! Well first, they make you sit in the 
    waiting room.
    
    Spongebob: Is that the horrible part, Patrick?
    
    Patrick: No, it gets worse. They make you read old magazines! (Spongebob
    gasps. Patrick takes a piece of coral for a stethoscope) Then the doctor
    pulls out his stethoscope.
    
    Spongebob: No!!
    
    Patrick: Yes! It’s a device so sinister, so icy cold when it touches
    your bare flesh, it... (takes the end of the piece of coral and puts it
    on Spongebob's chest. Spongebob jumps and runs around)
    
    Spongebob: No, no! No stethoscope, no doctor, no old magazines, no hiss!
    No! (flips over on the floor) Patrick, I don’t want to go to
    the doctor.
    
    Patrick: Exactly. (Spongebob sneezes. A pink bubble is in the place
    where Patrick's nose should be thenh pops)
    
    Spongebob: You gotta help me get better, Patrick. Please? Would you like
    to be my doctor, Patrick?
    
    Patrick: What else are friends for? (later, Spongebob is sitting on
    the table in his kitchen. Patrick is standing behind him. Spongebob sneezes) It
    appears as though we’ll have to plug up these holes. This oughta do
    the trick. (pushes a small cork in one of Spongebob's holes. Then plugs
    up the rest of the holes with more corks) Voila! (Spongebob sneezes
    but no bubble come out) Feel better?
    
    Spongebob: I don’t know. (when he sneezes more and more he enlarges
    himself)
    
    Patrick: Help, I’m shrinking! (Spongebob breaks the table) No!
    Please don’t hurt me!
    
    Spongebob: No bubbles! Patrick, your treatment is working!
    
    Patrick: You think so?
    
    Spongebob: Sure! At this rate, I’ll be cured in no time. In fact,
    I’m going to call Sandy and tell her not to come. Thanks, Dr Patrick!
    
    Patrick: And they said I’d never make anything out of myself.
    
    Spongebob: (can't dial phone due to large fingers) My fingers
    are too big for the buttons. Dr Patrick, will you call Sandy for me? (gives
    Patrick the phone)
    
    Patrick: Sure, patient Spongebob. (Patrick calls Sandy, who is about
    to head out for Spongebob's place) Hello, Sandy?
    
    Sandy: Hiya, Patrick.
    
    Patrick: I’m calling on behalf of my patient, Spongebob.
    
    Sandy: I’m on my way over to take him to the hospital.
    
    Patrick: Uhh, uhh, that will no longer be required. He is in my care
    as of today.
    
    Sandy: Well, I’m coming over to take a look. I’ll be over
    there faster than a barefoot jackrabbit on a hot...
    
    Patrick: Oh yeah, yeah, the rabbit. Don’t bother, Sandy! (hangs
    up) Oh, Spongebob, quick, Sandy’s coming! We’ve got to make
    sure you’re well, or she’ll take you to the doctor! (runs
    into the kitchen with rubber gloves on and dips them into the sink of water) Don’t
    touch me, I’m sterile! Scalpel, please. (takes some sea-nut butter
    and spreads it on Spongebob's right foot. Then puts a piece of bread on each
    side and his shoe on it) Feeling better?
    
    Spongebob: Uh-uh. (later, a string is attached to a door that Patrick
    closes. A tooth shoots out from the side)
    
    Patrick: Feeling better yet?
    
    Spongebob: (missing a tooth) Not really.
    
    Patrick: (jumping on Spongebob in a ballet outfit) How...about...now?
    
    Spongebob: I don’t...think so. (Patrick puts a big band-aid
    on Spongebob's back)
    
    Patrick: Feeling better?
    
    Spongebob: No. (Patrick rips the band-aid off and puts it somewhere
    else on Spongebob's back)
    
    Patrick: How about now?
    
    Spongebob: Nope. (Patrick rips the band-aid off and puts it somewhere
    else on Spongebob's back)
    
    Patrick: How about now?
    
    Spongebob: Uh-uh. (Patrick rips the band-aid off. Later, Sandy arrives
    outside Spongebob's house)
    
    Sandy: Hello, Spongebob?
    
    Patrick: (black mask on his head) Uh-oh, it’s Sandy. (Spongebob
    is tied onto a medieval machine. He sneezes and enlarges himself into a ball.
    Sandy knocks on the door) There’s no one home. Sandy: Patrick,
    you open this door. (Patrick is rolling Spongebob away) Patrick, sometimes
    I just don’t understand you. (Spongebob sneezes) Hey! (walks
    over to Patrick's house) Ok, Patrick, where’s Spongebob?
    
    Patrick: Uhh, uhh, he’s not here at the moment. Please leave a
    message after the beep. Beep.
    
    Sandy: Ok, now tell me, (shows two rocks) since when do you have
    two houses?
    
    Patrick: Since I ran out of space to put my stuff.
    
    Sandy: Uh-huh. Yeah. Since when do houses have feet? (Spongebob's
    feet are sticking out of the other rock)
    
    Patrick: This is my mobile home. (Spongebob sneezes the rock off)
    
    Spongebob: Hiya, Sandy.
    
    Patrick: (holding Spongebob's hand) Hmmm, the dirt therapy seems
    to be working just fine.
    
    Sandy: Patrick, Spongebob has to see a real doctor.
    
    Patrick: No he doesn’t! I’m taking good care of him! Show
    her, Spongebob! Say 'ahh'.
    
    Spongebob: Ahh... (a green substance-like gas spreadsouts all over
    killing the plants, clams, and everything in its path)
    
    Sandy: See? He’s even worse than I thought.
    
    Patrick: (clothespin on his nose) What do you mean? He’s
    fine. (Sandy takes the clothespin off of his nose)
    
    Spongebob: I’m ok, Sandy, really. (sneezes again, enlarging
    himself more)
    
    Sandy: I’m taking you to the doctor right now. (rolls Spongebob
    away)
    
    Patrick: Hey, that’s my patient! (runs over and pushes Spongebob
    the opposite way) You can’t take him to the doctor’s.
    
    Sandy: (rolling Spongebob the other way again) Don’t be
    silly, Patrick!
    
    Patrick: (carrying Spongebob the other way) He’s mine! (Sandy
    is log rolling Spongebob the opposite way)
    
    Sandy: Spongebob, you’ll be better soon. (Patrick is using a
    wheelbarrow for Spongebob)
    
    Patrick: I’ll save you! (Sandy is using Spongebob as a basketball)
    
    Spongebob: I’m b-b-b-better, guys! Really! (both push Spongebob
    until 
    he squeezes through them into the air)
    
    Sandy: Now look what you’ve done, Patrick!
    
    Patrick: What I’ve done? Everything was fine until you showed up.
    
    Sandy: You should be arrested for impersonating a doctor. 
    
    Patrick: Hey, I’m a good doctor, right, Spongebob? Spongebob? (Spongebob
    rolls away)
    
    Spongebob: Guys, I can’t stop! (rolling down a hill, screaming) Help
    me! (Mr Krabs is shining up some money)
    
    Mr Krabs: Shiny dimes.
    
    Spongebob: Mr Krabs!
    
    Mr Krabs: Spongebob? (runs out the front doors) Stop! Spongebob!
    Stop! (Spongebob stops in front of restaurant) Ooh. (Spongebob
    sneezes so hard, the pink bubbles destroy the Krusty Krab. Mr Krabs takes
    Spongebob to the doctor)
    
    Doctor: Well, Mr Squarepants, it seems you have the suds. Are you ready
    for your treatment?
    
    Spongebob: You’re not going to make me read old magazines, are
    you?
    
    Doctor: No, silly, you get the sponge treatment. Oh, Hans? (a real
    hand comes through the door and takes Spongebob out of the room. Shows the
    hand cleaning Spongebob with soap) Whoo! (Hans is using real Spongebob
    to rub a man's back in the shower) This tickles! (Hans uses real Spongebob
    to scrub a man's feet. Spongebob sniffs) I can smell again! (real
    Spongebob being used to wash a plate and a car) Whoo! Yeah! Yeah-eah!
    Whoo! (Spongebob being rinsed off in the sink and put back in the doctor's
    room)
    
    Spongebob: I feel as good as new! I love the doctor!
    
    Hans: Here is your lollipop. (hands Spongebob a big lollipop. Sandy
    winks at Spongebob)
    
    Patrick: A lollipop? (takes a bubble wand and blows a bubble) Hey,
    doc, I got the suds, too.
    
    Doctor: Oh, yes, Dr. Patrick, we have a special treatment for you.
    
    Patrick: (Patrick gets taken away by Hans. He's being washed in the
    sink with soap) Hey, wait. (used on a cactus) Ouch! Well, that
    hurts. (being used to scrub a toilet) Wait, this doesn't seem right!
    
    End