"Oh, Gary, it's Christmas Eve again. Santa will be coming in six hours. We'd better get prepared!"
"Mow."
Knock Knock
"Spongebob, it's me!!! Is there still gonna be a party tonight?" Patrick picked up the presents he'd brought over and threw them under the fireplace.
Squidward heard the entire catastrophe and came over. "SPONGEBOB! PATRICK! Can you please give me some peace and quiet?"
"Sure thing, old pal. You can join the party too!!"
He stomped his feet. "I DON'T WANT TO! Leave me alone!"
"Knock, knock. I'm here. This is Mermaid Man!"
"-and Barnacle Boy!"
"If you'd please listen up," Spongebob exclaimed, "It's now time to sing Christmas Carols. I already made mine up."
"Yeah, Spongebob. We're listening."
"Oh, I can't believe its Christmas, Christmas. Can't believe its Christmas, Christmas. Jolly, jolly, jolly. Christmas is here-,"
"No way, Spongebob. That aint cool. Yo, play some real music." Patrick said.
"Drop it like it's hot, drop it like it's hot." Mermaid Man said.
"How 'bout, uh, there's always that one person that is always in your heart."
Patrick helped, "You never seen it coming, 'cause you're blinded from the start. Oh, baby."
"When the pigs try to get at you, park it like it's hot."