(Gary is sleeping until the foghorn goes off. Spongebob's blanket flies off that reveals a cardboard box for his body, a fork for the nose, and 2 potatoes for his feet)
Spongebob: (laughs) Nice try, alarmy, but you got to get up pretty early to wake me up on picture day.
Gary: Meow. (crawls under Spongebob's blanket)
Spongebob: Now, if you'll excuse me, Gary, I must go make myself picturesque. (cut to Spongebob vacuuming his face then using a rolling pin on his face, which shines. He paints red and blue stripes on his socks. Then he rolls some paint on his pants and uses a white crayon for his teeth, that shine. He puts on a wig. After several attempts at a hair-do, he shaves it off) Perfect. I'm ready. Whoo-hoo!
Spongebob: (walks outside humming. Stops to notice a seaweed stuck on his shirt. Takes it off which leaves a stain on his clean shirt) Fine, fine, not to worry. No problem. (walks back inside to change) I'm ready! Again!
Spongebob: It's time to take a corrective approach. (walks outside carrying an umbrella) Good morning, Squidward. I'd love to stop and chat right now, but it's picture day. (garbageman grabs Spongebob instead of a trash can and dips him into the pile of garbage inside the truck then back onto the ground. Spongebob's umbrella opens up to drop more garbage onto him. Squidward laughs. Spongebob goes does his changing routine and then comes back out. He puts the trash can in front of him, which the garbageman grabs. Spongebob walks around a corner) Still looking good, Spongie, and Boating School is just around the corner. (crowd is screaming and running away)
Fish: Take cover! The teenagers, they've been let out of school and they're pelting us with balloons filled with... (gets hit with a balloon that leaves a red substance on the back of his shirt. Spongebob tastes it with his pinky)
Fish: Save yourself, kid. I'm finished. (Spongebob runs away, dodging all the balloons. Tries to hide behind a dumpster but a teenager is waiting for him with a ketchup bottle)
Spongebob: Wait, wait, don't squirt! Please, you've got to spare me. I've got picture day today.
Teenager: Oh, pictures, huh? Well, let me help you with your makeup. (squirts ketchup at Spongebob three times but Spongebob eats the ketchup with his tongue and jumps on the other side of the dumpster and runs away. More teenagers run towards Spongebob but he hides on the giant hot dog sign)
Spongebob: Well, I'm not sure how I did it, but I... (old man squirts ketchup onto Spongebob's face)
Old Man: Fiddlesticks. Missed again. (cut to Spongebob changing again)
Spongebob: And now, as an extra precaution to keep me looking shiny and new... (puts on some Sponge Gloss) No grime can penetrate the glossy sheen of Sponge Gloss. (hides inside a mailbox after noticing a fish walking by then gets out and hide behind a building. He notices the Boating School) There it is. So close, and still so shiny. (as the sun comes out, it's sunbeams reflect off the gloss and into a drivers eyes, causing him to crash. His truck filled with water spills into Spongebob causing the gloss to wash away) Hey, it's just water. (a "stamp" truck spills all over Spongebob) Stamps? (in the process of taking the stamps off an "oatmeal" truck spills all over him) Oatmeal? (a "glue" truck spills all over Spongebob) Glue. (cut to Spongebob taking a shower and using a giant brush to brush all the stuff off of him)
Patrick: Hey, buddy.
Spongebob: Patrick, a little privacy.
Patrick: Oh, sorry, Spongebob. I just came over to borrow some jelly.
Spongebob: Well, go ahead, but I don't have time to play right now. I am late for picture day, and I just can't seem to get to school without being covered by unsightly debris. If only I had a sealed barrier to protect me from the filth of the outside world.
Patrick: I have the solution. (licks up all the jelly)
Patrick: Ah. I have solved my hunger problem.
Spongebob: That's it! (jumps inside the jar) This jelly jar will insulate me from the dirty dregs of Bikini Bottom. If you don't mind, Patrick, we don't have much time. (cut to Patrick running into the Boating School with Spongebob still in the jar)
Patrick: We're here. Hey, what did I bring jelly for?
Spongebob: Uhh, Patrick?
Patrick: Oh, yeah. I was gonna put it on this peanut butter taco.
Spongebob: No, no, no, no, no, Patrick! I'm not jelly, I'm not jelly! (gets poured onto the taco)
Patrick: Uh! Spongebob, get out of my taco. (Spongebob cries) What's the matter, Spongebob?
Spongebob: Patrick, I just wanted to take a decent picture today because someday, I will graduate from Boating School and I don't want to be remembered as the guy covered in peanut butter and taco shells.
Mrs Puff: There you are. (takes Spongebob inside. The photographer takes a girl's photo)
Photographer: Say cheese. (takes the picture)
Mrs Puff: And here's the last one. Now, just give a nice smile to the camera, Spongebob.
Spongebob: Wait, can I go home and change first?
Photographer: No time. Say cheese.
Spongebob: (sobbing) Cheese, cheese, cheese, cheese.
Photographer: Quit that moody brooding. This will clean you up. (squirts water on Spongebob causing all the stuff to go away) Don't snivel like that. A winner doesn't snivel. Try putting this on. (Spongebob puts on a green outfit with a purple tie) This is it. Now you are looking like a winner. (Spongebob cries after looking at his outfit)
Mrs Puff: Spongebob, please stop crying so he can take the picture.
Photographer: Do not worry, Mrs Puff. I brought Pearlie.
Spongebob: I can't stop crying.
Photographer: (opens up his briefcase that has a giant pair of dentures in it) This will make you smile, yeah, whether you want to or not. (puts the giant teeth in Spongebob's mouth) Now say cheese.
Spongebob: Cheese. (cut to later) There I am! (looking at his Cautious Memories book) Hey, I don't look so bad afterall. (everyone in the book has teeth like Spongebob)