GrayKitty: (sticks paintbrush against his foot) "MUAHZ!!" (tickles him like crazy)

Meg: (goes at his ribs with her hands)

SpongeBob: (screams and laughs) (squirms desperately from side-to-side)

GrayKitty: "Muahahaa!! This is AWESOME!!" (tickles like crazy)

Meg: (looks at SB, grinning) "YOU need to learn a little discretion, mister!" (tickles faster)

SpongeBob: "I'll be good!! I'LL BE GOOD!!" (kicks legs at Meg)

Meg: "We need to be SURE." (continues tickling)

GrayKitty: "Chyea!!" (turns vibration on high) "Oh my gosh!! The brushes have settings!!"

Meg: "AWESOME!"

SpongeBob: (passes out)

GrayKitty: "..." (looks at Meg) "Not again!"

Meg: (pokes him)

SpongeBob: (squirms)

GrayKitty: (pokes him, too) "Heeeeeello?"

Meg: "Either he's faking, or he's realllllly restless."

SpongeBob: (doesn't move)

Patrick: (comes riding inside of the evil lair on the man-eating clam) "AHH!!"

GrayKitty: (gasps) (runs off screaming)

Meg: (throws a giant net over the clam and Patrick) (stakes the corners of the net into the ground)

SpongeBob: (fingers twitch)

GrayKitty: (is frozen) "What on Earth just happened!?"

Patrick: (in the net) "GET IT OFF, ME!!" (starts batting at the net, carelessly)

Meg: "I'm...I'm not sure." (spins around) "But he moved—again."

GrayKitty: (watches SpongeBob squirm every few seconds) "...eww!"

Meg: (gets up close to his face) (concentrates hard)

SpongeBob: (finger twitches again)

GrayKitty: "Ewwww, that's really getting freaky!"

Meg: (pokes him in the ribs)

SpongeBob: (giggles)

Meg: (looks up at GrayKitty) (smirks) "Oh yeah, he's really out now!" (winks)

GrayKitty: (stares at SpongeBob for a moment) "Yeah, He is..." (gets out megaphone) "HI! HOW ARE YA!?"

SpongeBob: (jumps and screams)

Meg: "Don't you EVER try to fake us out like that again! We are professionals."

SpongeBob: "Ok! Ok!! I won't!!"

Meg: "Okay. Just watch yourself...you keep pushing us further and further..."

SpongeBob: (gulps) "Uhmm...ok..." (looks around, nervously)

GrayKitty: "So...should we take him home, yet? I'm hungry."

Meg: "Well...yeah, I think we've worn him down enough, for now." (comes within inches of SpongeBob's face) "But breath one word of this to your little girlfriend..." (holds up a paintbrush)

SpongeBob: (laughs nervously) "W-Why would I do that??" (sees GrayKitty, glaring at him) "..."

Meg: "Juuuuust makin' sure."

GrayKitty: (looks at the straps) "Should I...?"

SpongeBob: (bites his lip, nervously) (looks at Meg with sad eyes)

Meg: (almost melts) "Yeah...go ahead."

GrayKitty: "Do NOT let the sad eyes fool you!! Imagine...being someone's girlfriend or whatever. Either you're torturous...if that's even a word...or you're all happy, and romantic all the time." (looks at SpongeBob) "I got my eyes on you..."

Meg: (blinks three times) "Okay! Sorry, I'm just such a sucker for those big blue eyes!"

GrayKitty: "Yeah, Blue eyes are kinda cuute..." (gets an image of her Dad giving her puppy dog eyes, so he could borrow her video game) "Curses to the blue-eyed, Folk!"

Meg: "Pshh yeah. Guys seem to know that girls are sappy like that..."

GrayKitty: "Yeah, but when your Dad does it EVERY, SINGLE DAY--It gets old!" (huffs) "He even talked me into getting my allowance turned into some weird ice cream thing that tasted funny!" (huffs again)

SpongeBob: "...can I go now, Please?"

Meg: "Whaddya think, GK? Should we?"