( laughing ) Hey! Hey, you there! Who me? Yes, you. Get outta town! ( crying ) ( screaming ) Get outta town! And take a vacation to beautiful Sunny Seashores Resort. Here you go, sir. ( screaming ) I got to get out of town! Oh, thanks, SpongeBob. Sure, Patrick... ( screaming ): I got to get going! He told me to. Who did? Uh... well... Uh... hmm... I'm not sure, but he had a briefcase. ( screaming ): Oh, a briefcase! He might be a paid assassin. ( both screaming ) But, Patrick, you can't go-- not like this. Who will go with me to the next Jellyfisherman's Expo? It will have to be one of your other chums. 'Cause my mind is set. ( both sobbing ) Unset it, please unset it. ( loud sobbing ) I guess I'll pack up my stuff and get ready to go. My... clothes. Um, Patrick, those are my clothes. My peanut butter. That's my peanut butter. And my pickles. I can't believe you're leaving, Patrick... with all my pickles!