Huh?
Hmm?
Mmm.
Mm-hmm.
I just love breakfast.
I don't mind overpaying if it's breakfast.
Ooh, that money looks tasty.
Do you mind?
Sorry.
All these people eating breakfast is making me hungry.
Hungry for more customers that is.
Speaking of customers, stop bothering mine.
Ahh!
Well, that sure kick-started my day.
Morning, Mr. Krabs.
Good morning, Krusty crew.
I have a fantastic idea for me restaurant.
We're opening a Krusty Krab on the moon?
We're closing down forever?
What? No.
From now on, the Krusty Krab will start serving breakfast.
And you two get to come to work even earlier.
Hmm?
Oh, boy, I get to make Krabby Patties for breakfast.
No, no, no, no, no.
People don't want patties in the morning.
They want bacon and eggs and hash browns.
You know, breakfast stuff.
See if you can whip up a stack of pancakes, boy-o.
Yes, sir.
Give it the old mouth test, Mr. Squidward.
These pancakes taste like a Krabby Patty.
Oh.
I guess I only know how to cook Krabby Patties.
Oh, I was afraid of this.
Go down to the bookstore and pick up the breakfast
cookbook I ordered.
You need to expand your repertoire a bit, boy-o.
Hello, I'm here to pick up a cookbook for Mr. Krabs.
Well, of course, sir.
Here you go.
Are you sure this is the right book?
Looks right to me.
Whoops, pardon me.
What a polite little hunk of cheese.
I have a book on hold, last name Witch, first name Evil.
Certainly.
Must be this one.
Your book, ma'am.
I forgot my spectacles.
Hey, buddy, you sure this is the magic book I ordered?
Pretty sure.
Huh?
If you say so.
Uh-oh.
I got the cookbook, Mr. Krabs.
Hurry up, boy-o.
Breakfast don't last all day, you know.
Love potions, summoning demons, the undead and you.
Oh, breakfast.
"Stacks of woe."
That must mean pancakes.
This book sure calls for some weird ingredients.
Mr. Krabs, do we have any zombie teeth,
dragon's breath, eye of newt?
Well, there should be some in the back of the freezer.
Really?
What?
I can't pass up a sale.
Found them.
Must be cooked in an iron cauldron.
Ooh, classy.
I think there's one in here somewhere.
Oh, there you are.
Oh, they're glorious.
Hmm.
Looks tasty.
Mr. Squidward, you're up again.
Say, these are pretty good.
Breakfast is served.
Your oatmeal, sir.
Mmm.
Deliciously bland.
I woke up before noon for this?
Where is my morning sustenance?
Your waffles.
A meal most toothsome.
Time to pay for my repast.
Ow.
Egad, my hindquarters have gone rogue.
I am beyond offended.
Whoa.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
Who ordered the parfait?
Huh? Huh? Huh?
Of course.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
SpongeBob.
What the ham and eggs is going on around here?
Oh, I don't think I've got the hang of this breakfast
thing, Mr. Krabs.
A cup of milk?
Two eggs?
A loaf of bread?
And kelp sugar?
Eh, all right.
Shoo.
French toast?
Hash browns?
Quiche?
Huevos rancheros?
What the heck?
What's wrong with this blasted spell book?
"Uncle Jimmy's Breakfast Magic"?
It's a cookbook.
Oh.
I better find out who got my spell book, and fast.
Huh?
Right after I finish my quiche.
Why is this happening?
Maybe all the weird stuff I've been cooking
caused all of this.
Would explain the cauldron too.
And the flying cookbook.
The cookbook is using tasty breakfast
treats to create a monster.
Oh, so this is where my spell book went.
Ooh, a customer.
Take her order, Squidward.
Uh, thanks, but I couldn't eat another bite.
I'm here to swap books with you.
I think my spell book got mixed up with your cookbook.
But first, I better take care of this foodie fiasco.
Flippity floppity food.
Ah! Not maple syrup.
I'm sticky.
So sticky.
Hey, you, the spongy kid with the wand.
That's a spatula.
My wand.
Well, I'll lend you some of my magic.
The only way to stop breakfast is with its mortal enemy--
dinner.
Oh, I can do dinner.
Pippity poppity pot roast.
No.
Squidward is not part of a balanced breakfast,
a triple-decker Krabby Patty.
With cheese.
Wah!
Mmm.
Ahh!
Oh!
I need a vacation.
Hey, kid, do you want to be my apprentice?
You got a real knack for magic.
Thanks.
But the only magic I need is the delicious
taste of a Krabby Patty.
Eh.
A patty?
It's a little early for me.
Unless...
Hmm.
A Krabby waffle.
Ooh, a Krabby waffle, eh?
I have another brilliant idea.
We will no longer be serving breakfast.
From now on, the Krusty Krab will be serving "brinner."
Ooh, the breakfast-dinner duo.
And this time, I picked up the new cookbook myself.
Hey, we've got customers.