Okay, take a right here. Now, keep going right.
Feels right to me. [laughing]
[sighing] Yes, it does.
Now I can catch up on my stories.
Oh, Dwayne, the only thing I have ever loved...
is a skull cracking smackdown.
That's right!
Keep going right?
Um, yeah, sure, SpongeBob.
Boy, I feel like I'm really getting the hang
of this turning right thing.
Hey, this is the longest I've ever driven
without crashing.
[grunting] Huh? Oh. There's none left.
Left.
Left? But I'm still working on, right.
Do you really think I'm ready?
Yeah!
Oh, okay. If you think so.
Oh. [chuckles]
Sorry about that. Ah!
Whoa-oh!
[scoffs] Some people will do anything
to use the carpool lane. Huh? Uh-oh.
[screaming]
[creaking]
Oh. SpongeBob, your driving is immaculate.
Just keep turning right.
Oh, I'm great at that.
[laughing]
[screaming]
Whoa! Whoa!
That's righty, nice and tighty.
Tightening my [unintelligible]
[ringing]
[laughing]
[screaming]
[laughing]
This is the most fulfilling day I've ever had as a teacher.
[choking]
Uh-oh. Swallowed a bug, huh?
[choking]
Attention, all units, major traffic violations
in progress. Please pursue as fast as possible.
[gasping]
This must be an advanced lesson. [siren blaring]
[siren blaring]
Huh?
[panting]
[siren blaring]
Hey, that's him! The jerk with the spud!
Let's get 'em, boys!
Oh!
[panting]
[siren blaring]
Huh?
This historic dynamite factory has been open
for one entire day with no accidents.
Isn't that amazing?
Huh?
[siren blaring]
Breaker, breaker, boys, guard your port
Oh. 10-4, Mrs. Puff.
[siren wailing]
[panting]
[screaming]
I'm getting too old for this.
[grunting]
[screaming]
[grunting]
We interrupt Head Locks and Heartbreaks
with an emergency news bulleti. High speed sponge terrorizes
Bikini Bottom with potato prisoner.
Last seen pursued by band of bandage bikers
along Cracken Avenue.
Who knows where he may strike next.
[gasping]
My leg!
Ah, SpongeBob?
Hello? Hello? Oh, Neptune.
Enough of this leisure wig, time for the pursuit wig.
[screaming]
[grunting]
[siren blaring]
I'm a driving instructor, and commandeering this vehicle.
I can dig it, Mohawk Mama.
[siren blaring]
[screaming] Turn around!
Ooh. Whatever you say.
[laughing]
[siren blaring]
Phew.
Oh, dear.
[grunting]
Mrs. Puff! You've been mashed!
[sobbing]