A/N: After seeing my all time favorite movie of all time..Dumb and DUmber today..I thought of this fic..and how I should update it.

(SB and Pat walk down the cold empty streets of the Adlantic ocean, SB clutching the brief case under his arm.)

SB: Ok..so heres the plan. We borrow enough money for a reasonable hotel and essensials.

Pat: Right, and everything we take we give back..down to the last penny.

SB: Thats what we're good for. It'l come right out of our first paychecks.

(Next scene, they're in a HUGE sweet with two king size beds,a bathroom, kitchen etc..)

Guy: This is the Hotel Danbury's Presidential Suite, gentlemen. It'snormally reserved for royalty,

visiting dignitaries, and illustriousstars of stage

SB: We'll take it!

(Next scene..a shiney red 'sports-marine' pulls up outside the hotel,and out step SB and Pat. Both dressed in expensive ski wear and carrying with them, at least ten shopping bags each.)

SB: (hands the chauffer a hundred dollar bill) There ya go.

Chauffer: Thank you sir.

SB: (hands one to the man holding open the submarine's door) There ya go!

man: Thank you sir.

SB: (hands one to Pat) There ya go.(Patrick puts it in his pocket.)

(Next scene, SB and Pat are laying on one of the king size beds crying dramatically over a Toyota commercial. They use dollar bills to wipe there tears and blow there noses.)

Pat: (after the commercial ends and a butler man comes in.)

Butler: I brought you your newspaper and some champagne, gentlemen. Unfortunately, we didn't seem to have the, um, label

you requested.

SB examines the champagne's label and frowns.

SB All out of Boone's Farm, huh?

Butler:You have a rapier wit, sir. I took the liberty of bringing a comparable

substitute: Dom Perignon.
SB: I guess that'll do. stuffs a wad of 100's in the Butler's pocet.)

Butler: Thank you so much, sir. (leaves)

SB: Hmm..(picks up a newspaper) Aw!

Pat: Spongebob, are you ok?

SB: Patrick! Its Pearl! (reading) Pearl Krabbs. (looks at Pat) Krabbs...will..hawst..

Pat: Host

SB: Host..a new al..

Pat: Annual.

SB: Annual b-ball for..(squints at the paper) Tuh-he. Tuh-he...

Pat: The.

SB: (sighs and thrusts paper at Pat to read.)

Pat: The big one. International meeting at the Bubble Hall tommorow night.

SB: (gasps)

Pat: Well come on, Spongerella! We gotta get you ready for the ball!

(At a beauty Parlor..SB and Pat get madeover. Patrick gets a massage and shined with a buffer while SB gets his toe nails and nose hairs trimmed.
At a Tailor shop, SB tries on some tuxedo square pants. Patrick doesn't agree with any of them and seemingley, niether does SB untill he comes bouncing out of the change room in a pink tuxedo (same colour as Patrick))

Pat: (stands up and claps) Yeah!

(At the ball..SB and Pat, who's wearing a yellow tux, step out of a limbo, carrying canes to match their tuxes. By the time they reach the door, they're already having a sword fight, but when SB notices people staring he lowers his cane.)

SB: Ok! Ok! ok...

Pat: (considering this a forfeit) Yes! Yes! YES!

(SB knocks off his top hat and once he picks it up, he winds up and smakcs SB in the back of the legs so hard that he falls to his knees.)

SB: OWWWWWWWWww!(gets up) TIME OUT!

(Planktin is standing at the door.)

Planktin: Scuse me Gentlemen..this is a 500 plate dinner.. Good night.

SB: Why if it isnt Mr. Planktin! Mr.Krabbs must be here too huh? Well, Mr.Planktin..you can put us down for 4. (stuffs about 20 000 in his pocket.) In case we want seconds! (takes out a breath spray and without noticing the nosle pointed at Plaintin, sprays it in his eyes.)

(Marley comes over to Plainktin after they leave.)

Marley: Holy shit..its them!

Plainktin: Them who?

Marley: THEM the guy's who whacked Butch!

Plainktin: Spongebob? Spongebob killed Butch? He's the one we've been looking for? But he's just a lowley fry cook!

Marley: Well apparentley, he's got skill.

(SB and Pat are at the bar.)

Plainktin:If I could have your attention,

please (The crowd quiets) I'd like to thank you all for coming to this very special event. As you

know, the Adlantic Preservation Society -founded and chiefly funded by ourgreat benefactor, Mr.Krabbs - is the world's foremost

owner of the fast food chain..Chum Bucket. These sprawling grounds are home to twenty-three separate varieties of animals

that are currently listed on the United Nation's charter of protected

species. Tonight, we are deeply honored to have Mr. Karl Krabbs welcome our twenty-fourth.

The crowd CLAPS as Mr. Krabbs takes Painktin's place at the podium.

Mr.Krabbs: Ladies and gentlemen, I give you the...Icelandic Snow Jelly fish.

(pulls off the curtains revealing 2 white and glowing jelly fish) These two jelly fish are here today to begin our new generation of delicate and rare breeded Krabby Patties.

(Back at the bar)

SB: could I get some cashews please.

Bartender places a plate of cashews on the bar as SB chugs a martinni.

SB: (hands him the empty glass.) and another one of those, please.

Pat: Spongebob, would you calm down..i've never seen you so nervous.

SB: Right..I'm gonna go talk to her now. (doesnt move)

Pat: I thought you were going.

SB: Oh Patrick, I can't! She's gonna think I'm some kinda psyco when she finds out how far I can just to see her!

Pat: You know what you have? Her brief case! She's gonna be thrilled to see you!

SB: And then what? She'll take it back

and that'll be it. I'm a nobody.

Pat: Look, man, you just drove two thousand miles to see this whale.

Don't quit on the last fifty feet.

SB: Wait a second, I have an idea. You go over and introduce yourself. That way you can build me up so when I

come along I won't have to brag about myself. Tell her I'm good-looking

and I'm rich and I have a rapist's

wit.

Pat: I dunno Spongebob...

Spongebob: Please! pleeassse! pleeease! (bounces impatientley)

Pat: alrite, alright! Stop that!...what are you gonna do?

SB: I'm gonna hang by the bar..set the vibe.

(Pat nodds and then heads over to Pearl)

Pat: Nice set of hooters you got there

Pearl :(looks shocked) I beg your pardon!

Pat: Uh..jellyfish. I mean jellyfish!

Pearl: (lightens up a little) Oh...Are you a pet lover?

Pat: Me? Oh, no. Well!..We use to have a snail..but now I work with goldfish.

Pearl: How are you involved with them?

Pat: Oh..you know I bath them, train them..I've even bred them.

Pearl: Oh really? Any unusual breedings?

Pat: No, mostley just guppie style.

(Mr.Krabbs comes over)
Mr.Krabbs: Pearl, darling. You havent introduced me to yer friend.

Pearl: Well..we havent really been properley introduced.

Pat: I'm Patrick Star, sir. don't you remember me?

Mr.Krabbs: Err..no, not really...Say I've been meaning to talk to you since I saw you come in.

Pat: Really?

Mr.Krabb: The tuxedos are halarious!

Pat: Oh..huh huh huh!

Mr.Krabbs: We loves any star with a sense of humour, dont we Pearl?

Pearl: Uh..sure.

Mr.Krabbs: And I think me Pearl was looking fer sumone to hit the slopes with tommorow.

Pearl: Daddy..

Mr.Pearl: Well ya are, aint'cha? Getting outside will do ya good.

Pat:Well..uh, I dunno (motions to Spongebob) My friend..

Mr.Krabbs: Oh forget about your friend for one day.

Pat: Umm..see I dont really think..uhh..Sure! what time?