Back in Bikini Bottom, Mr Krabs was at the Krusty Krab.
Patrick, Squidward and Sandy sat before him.
"All right, men!" he started.
"A-HEM!" said Sandy.
"And squirrel," Mr Krabs muttered.
Sandy glared.
"We've got a mission!"
Mr Krabs pulled down a chart and pointed at a picture of SpongeBob.
"Exhibit A. Yesterday at fourteen hundred hours-ish, SpongeBob…was kidnapped!"
He pulled down another chart. It was a picture of a hook.
"Exhibit B. He was captured by…a hook!"
Squidward rolled his eyes.
Mr Krabs pulled down another chart.
"Exhibit C."
He then noticed the blank expressions on everyone's faces.
Patrick looked probably the blankest.
Krabs stared at the chart.
It was a picture of him dancing with a giant seahorse.
"Oop! How'd that get there? Uh…"
Mr Krabs flipped the chart over and revealed a picture of the southwestern hemisphere. He pointed at the tiny island of Bikini Atoll, which was situated above Bikini Bottom.
"Now, after doing some careful calculations, I've estimated that the boat that took SpongeBob went to shore somewhere around here," he said, pointing at a little piece of California.
"How do we get there?" asked Sandy.
"Well, I had one idea, but it's risky," said Mr Krabs.
"You mean pay for a cab?" asked Squidward.
"Nope."
They all leaned in close.
"…by the hooks."
Everyone gasped.
Patrick jumped Mr Krabs.
"WHAT? Are you mad, man!" he shouted.
"I will be if you don't get off me," Krabs snarled.
Patrick got off.
"It's the only way, I'm afraid. If we go via the hooks, we'll catch up with SpongeBob and go wherever he went."
"How do we know we will?" asked Squidward.
"We don't. We just pray we get lucky," replied Mr Krabs.
"LET'S GO!" shouted Patrick.
They all burst out of the Krusty Krab.
There was a pause.
Then Mr Krabs ran back inside and gave the cash register a hug and a kiss.
"Don't worry, baby. Daddy will be back soon," he whispered.
"MR KRABS!" everyone shouted.
"COMING!" Krabs shouted, and he ran after them.
"LET'S GO!" shouted Patrick again.
Back at the Arbuckle house, things were hard to interpret as good or bad.
In order for him to function properly, Garfield had taken one of Jon's contact lenses and bent it into a water helmet for SpongeBob.
So when Jon entered the kitchen to get something to eat, one of his pupils was larger than the other.
"Garfield, have you seen my other contact lens?" he asked.
"Uh…no?" Garfield replied, shaking his head.
Jon got a soda out of the fridge and left.
Garfield stepped aside and revealed SpongeBob.
"Okay, kid. This is the home cooking system above the surface."
SpongeBob stared at the gigantic grill before him.
"Hoo-wee," SpongeBob commented. "The mother of all grills."
"Are you kidding?" Garfield scoffed. "This sissy grill is nothing compared the Grill-Master 850!"
"Uh-huh," said Odie.
SpongeBob then attempted to lift up the gigantic spatula that was near him.
"EEEEEEEEEEEEEEERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGHH!" he wheezed.
Garfield and Odie watched as the puny little sea sponge tried to pick up the spatula.
SpongeBob struggled and wheezed and struggled and wheezed.
"I CAN DO THIS! NO PROBLEMO!"
And he collapsed.
Garfield sighed.
"Okay, new plan," he said. "Teach me how to make a Krabby Patty."
SpongeBob chuckled.
"Ah, dear pussy cat," he said. "You can not merely teach the art of the Krabby Patty. It's instinct. You must be born with the will to fry. Being a Frycook has been my life's ambition. My dream! And through careful—"
Garfield grabbed SpongeBob.
"One sponge, down the hatch," he said, opening his mouth.
"OKAY, OKAY! LIGHTEN UP! I'LL TEACH YOU!"
Garfield held a spatula in his paw and was now staring at a grill.
SpongeBob and Odie were next to him, observing him.
"Okay, first step: turn the grill on," said SpongeBob.
Garfield flipped a switch.
FOOM!
The grill started up.
It nearly set Garfield alight.
"Step two," SpongeBob continued. "Place the patty on the grill."
Garfield placed a hamburger patty on the grill.
SSSSSS!
"Step three: press the spatula into the patty and it'll make that cool hissing sound again."
Garfield did so.
SSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!
"Step four: wait one minute."
Garfield waited a minute.
During this time, SpongeBob had counted all his holes, Garfield had cleared his fur of burs, and Odie had, uh, well, just stood there, drooling on his own foot.
Finally, SpongeBob spoke.
"Step five: flip it."
Garfield flipped the patty.
SSSSSS!
"Step six: repeat step three."
SSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!
"Step seven: wait another minute."
One minute later…
"Step eight: remove it from the grill and onto a bun."
Garfield took out a pair of tongs and then placed the patty on a bun.
"Step nine: put on ketchup, mustard, pickles, onions, lettuce, cheese, tomatoes, and bun, in that order!"
Garfield stared.
Then he pulled out a notepad.
"Say that again?" he asked.
SpongeBob sighed.
"Ketchup, mustard, pickles, onions, lettuce, cheese, tomatoes and bun."
Garfield wrote quickly.
Then he applied ketchup, mustard, pickles…
You know; the works.
"And finally, step ten," said Garfield. "Ring the bell and hand it to the customer."
Garfield stared.
"Uh…what bell?"
Odie ran off and then gave Garfield a set of wind chimes.
"Close enough," said SpongeBob.
Garfield rang the wind chimes, put the Krabby Patty on a chair, and then got on the other side to eat it.
GULP!
Garfield ate it down like he eats everything, but he couldn't believe what was going on in his mouth.
"Whoa…," he said. "It's like…heaven in my mouth!"
SpongeBob nearly exploded with happiness.
"Really!" he gasped. "Does that mean you'll take me home?"
"Uh……no."
SpongeBob stared.
"What? Why not?"
"Because I might forget how to do this!" Garfield lied. "After all, I have a really short attention span."
Then he looked surprise.
"Why am I talking to a kitchen appliance? And why am I covered in fur?"
SpongeBob glanced at Odie.
Odie just looked confused.
"Huh boy. Fine. I'll stay and help you," sighed SpongeBob.
"Oh thank you, Mister Mop-It-Up," said Garfield, and he went back to the grill.
"Now, what was step one again?"
SpongeBob groaned.
Patrick, Squidward, Sandy and Mr Krabs had arrived at the field that was filled with hooks.
They were all waving in the current.
"Wow," said Patrick. "It's like a bunch of landmines."
"Thanks for making this easier, Patrick," muttered Squidward.
"Okay, everyone," said Mr Krabs. "We have to move quickly and carefully. One false move and—"
"YEE-HAW!" shouted Sandy.
Patrick, Squidward and Mr Krabs stared in shock.
Sandy was riding one of the hooks like a rodeo bull.
"SANDY!" they all shouted.
"Boy howdy!" Sandy laughed. "This is the best mechanical bull I've ever been on! And it ain't neither mechanical nor a bull!"
"Sandy, be careful!" Patrick warned.
"Come on, boys! This ride only goes up once!"
Patrick, Squidward and Mr Krabs exchanged glances.
Patrick shrugged, and joined Sandy on the giant lure.
"Wheeee!" he cheered.
Mr Krabs followed.
"All ashore that's goin' ashore!" he shouted.
Squidward was the last one.
He still had a chance to turn around and go home.
Nope.
He still owed SpongeBob from so many things he'd forgotten them all.
"Onward and upward," he muttered.
Squidward climbed up onto the lure.
"Raise the anchor, Patrick!" ordered Mr Krabs.
"Aye, aye, Captain Krabs!" said Patrick.
Patrick gave a tug on the fishing line.
ZOOM!
Patrick, Squidward and Mr Krabs screamed.
"YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!"
Sandy whooped.
"YEEEEEEEEEEEE-HAAAAAAAAAAAAAWWW!"
They were all flying up towards the surface.
And to SpongeBob's much-needed rescue.
Finally.
