Squidward: It is not great! (his arm flies back into his face, his hand sticks to his eyelids which stretch as he releases his hand, h sticks out his clarinet) I've got an audition with the Bikini Bottom Philharmonic Orchestra tomorrow morning, and I'm a nervous wreck! Squidward: Horrible! I haven't slept for three days! (Patrick slides out the window and reaches for Squidward's arm and gives a handshake) SpongeBob: (out window) Oh, hi Squidward, how you doing? Squidward: Hey! Will you two psychopaths keep it down!? SpongeBob: *burp* (bubbles come out each of his pores, he deflates and starts laughing again with Patrick) Patrick: (covering ears) Fire in the hole! (the bubbles travel to SpongeBob's head, which inflates, before inflating his whole body like a balloon) Squidward: Ahhh! (jumps from his bed to the ceiling, which he sticks to with his suction cups, shaking, then pan through the window into SpongeBob's room where SpongeBob & Patrick are laughing, SpongeBob is holding a bottle of soda, he starts chugging it and the bubbles move to his stomach which inflates from the inside) (lays down) everything and everybody (closes eyelids and stretches them under his upper lip) clearly stinks. (pushes button which turns the lights off, he slowly closes and reopens his eyes again) (singing) Sleep little Squid wid, catch some wings. (he reaches for the switch on a machine by his bed, and bubbles come out from the top, he closes his eyes, his eyelids read "10 Grit", then he reopens them and grabs a remote) Dim lights. (Squidward drinks from the glass, his nose wobbles) White noise machine. (Squidward, sitting on his bed, pulls out a glass of milk) Warm milk. Squidward: Oh, why I can't I get to sleep? Let's try it again.
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