Oh boy,

I get to make Krabby Patties for breakfast.

No no no no no,

people don't want patties in the morning.

They want bacon and eggs and hash browns.

You know, breakfast stuff.

Gee, if you could whip up a stack of pancakes, boyo.

Yes, sir.

[panting]

Give it the old.

Math test, Mr. Squidward.

[gulps]

These pancakes taste like a Krabby Patty.

Well, I guess I only know how to cook Krabby Patties.

Oh, I was afraid of this.

Go down to the bookstore and pick up

the breakfast cookbook I ordered.

You need to expand your repertoire a bit, boyo.

Hello. I'm here to pick up a cookbook for Mr. Krabs.

Oh, of course, sir.

[laughs]

Here you go. [chuckles]

Uh, are you sure this is the right book?

Looks right to me.

[laughs]

Whoops. Pardon me.

What a polite little hunk of cheese.

[evil laugh]

I have a book on hold. Last name, Witch.

First name, Evil.

Certainly.

[whistles]

Must eat this one.

Your book. Ma'am.

I forgot my spectacles. Hey, buddy.

You sure this is the magic book I ordered?

Pretty sure.

Huh? If you say so.

Uh oh.