Renaissance is a 2014 movie production created by Sci Brands Productions and written by the company's owner, MrScience12. The special features Squidward Tentacles, as he is teleported to the time period of famed composer and musician, Weever T. Accloman. Now, after a tragic accident, Squidward must take over the position of Weever himself and restore his contributions to the music world in the 1750's Anemone Coast Republic. This was the first fanon production made by Sci Brands, and is the first full-length movie for the company itself. After end-production, the special was released on September 28, 2014.
The special begins with one of the main characters of the original SpongeBob SquarePants series, Squidward Tentacles, attempting to find music for his clarinet orchestra members at the Bikini Bottom Museum. However, he becomes aloof from his situation, and begins to contrast his orchestra members and even all of the populous of Bikini Bottom from the "musical marvels" that are present in the portraits before him. His argument is overheard by a nearby female museum employee, by the name of Henrietta, who addresses him and claims that there are many "marvels" that were from Bikini Bottom. She names a few, and Squidward claims that they never possessed the fame of many of the greater musical contributors before them. Henrietta, have accepting defeat, claims that she will entertain Squidward by bringing him to the greatest musical marvel she knows, and brings him to an exhibit showcasing Weever T. Accloman. Squidward's mood instantly elevates, as he is entertained by all of the information and artifacts from Weever and his office.
After receiving a further tour of the exhibit, Squidward finds himself gazing at some information he never knew about Weever: his theory of the mythical side of music. Henrietta explained that Weever believed that music was also a gateway to a basic "teleportation through the realms of time". Squidward purchases one of Weever's sheet musics that claim to do this action, and performs it once he returns home. Without his knowledge, he is teleported to the past, specifically Weever's office, and is greeted by an angered Weever. Squidward, however, has no idea that this is Weever or that he is in his office.
Weever, angered at Squidward's appearance, barks at him to never come into his office without him in here again. However, a maid walks by with a basket of laundry. She decides to save Squidward the fury of Weever and claims that Squidward is one of the window washers, and was in here preparing to clean the windows. Weever exits the room and orders to Squidward to continue on. However, the maid enters the room and scolds Squidward that he is "lucky to have had her walk by the room" and that he should continue with the act and actually clean Weever's windows.
Reluctantly, Squidward grabs a cloth and a bucket of water and stands on the balcony, cleaning the windows to the back doors of Weever's office. However, Weever enters the office and sees the lousy technique of Squidward's washing, even witnessing Squidward leaving a streak on the window. Weever fitfully scolds Squidward of his technique, snatches the cloth and bucket, and begins washing the windows himself. However, Squidward accidentally spills the bucket, and Weever leans over to pick up the bucket. In his attempts, Weever accidentally slips over the balcony ledge, and plummets to the ground. Squidward rushes down to Weever, and concludes that he is dead. Squidward decides to get a better look at the man, and has a flashback of his face. In a shock, Squidward bursts inside the building and realizes that was Weever T. Accloman.
He continues to rush up the stairs back to the office, and feverishly tries to find the composition that brought him here. He finds that the stand and the composition teleported with him, along with his clarinet. But before he can perform, a male fish by the name of Gregor enters, and claims that Weever needs to be fitted for his performance with his orchestra that following Sunday. Squidward is shocked that Weever has a performance that Sunday, and Gregor becomes annoyed by Squidward's questioning. Squidward argues with Gregor, eventually forcing him out of the office room. However, Gregor gave Squidward an idea, and Squidard goes down to the dressing hall that same night. He finds the wigs and the outfits the Weever normally wore in history, and decides to go about as impersonating Weever.
He comes about the maid's room, and sees that she is playing the violin. She is frightened by his appearance, and attempts to shyfully put the violin away. Squidward stops her and says that he will join her in her violin practice. The maid claims that her name is Henrietta, which reminds Squidward of the Henrietta at the museum is his present time. In addition, Squidward finds out that Henrietta believes the he is Weever, which assures Squidward that the fish are buying into his outfit. Henrietta continues to play the violin, and Squidward joins her. Henrietta reminds Weever at the end of the performance that he has to conduct his orchestra in front of the Royal Audience, and Squidward shakes off the fear and reassures her that they are "just fish" and will be entertained "beyond proportions".
The next afternoon, Squidward presents the composition that the orchestra will perform, which he titles "The Ghost City". He stops the orchestra and acts them how they interpret the piece so that they may perform it the way that it was written. Many different answers occur, and Squidward claims that they are all wrong in their statements, and that the piece is made solely for the interpretation of the piece. However, one of the violinists claims that if the piece is based on the listener's interpretation, that they cannot be wrong for their own opinions. Squidward ponders this throughout the night, and claims that he must watch his claims and statements if he wishes to be a convincing Weever, especially at his performance on Sunday.
The next morning, Squidward is woken by Henrietta and finds he is late to the orchestra practice. He rushes down and conducts the piece to an impatient orchestra. However, back at Weever's office, Gregor and Henrietta enter, and find that Weever has not arrived back at his office yet. Gregor begins snooping through the office, and finds Squidward's music stand. He finds the engraved date on it, reading "2014". Gregor begins to speculate that Squidward, though thinks of him as Weever, is from a different time period, and plans to get his revenge for the way that Squidward treated him earlier in the special. At the performance that night, Squidward finds that Henrietta cannot watch from the seats because she is a maid, and finds that unfair. Thus, he allows her to stand behind the stage curtain and watch the performance from "the best seat in the house". At the end, Squidward is stopped and arrested by the Royal Audience for "witchcraft", thanks to the explanation from Gregor.
Squidward is taken to the Royal Prison, and leaves Henrietta at the workshop. Henrietta, saddened at the events, looks out of the balcony toward the Royal Prison in the distance. However, it is stormy outside, and a flash of lightning gives her a fright. In fact, she believes she saw something below the balcony. She looks over the balcony, and a flash of lightning shows her the corpse of the real Weever. She bursts into the office through the two balcony doors, and rushes out of the workshop to the Royal Prison. She arrives and confronts Squidward to give her the truth, and Squidward explains everything that occurred to him. Henrietta is calmed at the news, and claims that she must now get Squidward out of prison to clear his name. However, Gregor overhears everything and unlocks Squidward's cage. Gregor apologizes for his actions, and claims he will do anything to help Squidward return to his time period. Squidward, now known by both of them by his real name, takes off the wig and brings the two back to the workshop.
Henrietta and Gregor sit in front of Squidward as he prepares to play the composition that brought him here. Squidward says his goodbyes to the two, and begins playing the composition. However, nothing happens, and a shocked Squidward begins to cough and cough. Henrietta and Gregor are shocked at the occurrence, and the final cough from Squidward reveals he is suffering hemoptysis. Squidward realizes that he is being forgotten in his time period, for he has been away for so long. In fact, if he does not get fish to remember him, he will die himself. And with that theory, the piece that brought Squidward here disappears, since Squidward will not be in existance neither will the piece. Thus, he decides that he has to attempt to get people to remember him. After thinking, Squidward gets an idea.
In the present time, the orchestra Squidward was a part of the forgetting of Squidward, as evidenced by them constantly scratching his name off of the roster. In the past, where Squidward is currently struggling to re-write the piece that brought him here from memory. Squidward coughs, and drop of blood lands on the page, on the third space of the staff. Squidward remembers that "music comes from within", and begins to remember the piece, writing it down. With the piece fully written, his idea for fish to remember him is put into affect. Squidward takes out the piece he wrote earlier in the special, "The Ghost City". Squidward performs an excerpt of the piece, and "The Ghost City" composition rises into the air, as does Squidward's re-write of the piece that brought him to this time period. They vanish, and Gregor and Henrietta begin to panic. Squidward calms them by claiming that the orchestra squids will now remember him, for his piece has his name on it. In the present time, the orchestra fish begin to remember Squidward and become angered at his absense. Squidward, from memory, is about to play the piece that brought him here, and will ultimately bring him back to his time period. However, he says his final goodbyes, and shares a kiss with Henrietta. He plays the piece, and watches as he is transported back to his time period, specifically his bedroom.
That night, Squidward is greeted by the orchestra's band director, Leonard, and claims that since Squidward wrote the piece, he should be the guest conductor. Squidward does just this, and conducts "The Ghost City" at the Bikini Bottom Municipal Center. However, present-day Henrietta is seen behind the curtain, watching the performance close-up. Squidward greets her after the performance, and finds out that she was named after her great-great-great-great-great grandmother: Henrietta. Squidward proceeds to ask present-day Henrietta out to dinner. After eating, Squidward takes the piece that brought him to the past and uses it to wrap up his food and throws it away. Henrietta is puzzled at this, but does not question it much. In fact, she proceeds to question Squidward what his next composition will be, and Squidward takes out the fashioned wig he put into his pocket. He finishes the special with the line: "Only time will tell, Henrietta. Only time will tell.".
The special was produced from late August to mid-September, where editorial end-productions were made along with creative directions. The special was finally released on Sunday, September 28, 2014. Before the special was released, many other special plans were thought of and drafted before the final draft was made, "Renaissance". Productions such as "One Night Only" were thought of before the release of Renaissance, and few members of the wiki knew of this draft before it was scrapped. In fact, Renaissance was known of by few users before its release, such as creative directors and producers. Besides creative direction, such as a title card created by SuperFanon'D! the movie was edited in total by MrScience12.
Leading up to the Saturday night release, Renaissance was given a promo, and was titled "Mystery Promo" as for reasons to receive a gist of the movie's plot indirectly. The video, created by Science himself, can be seen here.
(the screen fades from black to what is assumed to be a room in a museum; many panels and pods can be seen, where artifacts, papers, and other items are on display under glass domes; the camera slowly pans around the museum, until finally landing on a phone screen, which engulfs the entire screen; text begins to be typed onto the screen)
(the text reads "Trying to figure it out. Hopefully will have the music figured out soon. -Squidward"; the camera pans out and reveals Squidward, putting the phone into his shirt pocket]
Squidward:(collapses onto nearby bench) Shameful. Just shameful. How is it that the clumsiest of all squids are chosen to be a part of the clarinet orchestra? You purchase the music, they lose the music, you have to find more bloody music. What is wrong with the fish of the ocean today? Why can't they be more like...like... (looks around and sees portraits and paintings of several fish] Like these marvels? (bursts out of seat) Why can't they be more like these gladiators, if you will, of the art world? (murmurs to self) Then again, this is Bikini Bottom. None of the guys in those paintings were from this knowledge-depleted backwater town. (collapses onto bench with head hang low)
Female voice:(offscreen) Not quite.
Squidward:(raises head) Huh?
(camera spins to reveal a female fish)
Female fish: There are actually quite a few famous fish from right here at home. Hello there, I'm Henrietta. I work for the museum department, and I couldn't help but overhear you situation. (gently sits near Squidward on the bench) As I was saying, there are quite many famous painters and musicians from here in Bikini Bottom.
Squidward:(unenthusiastically) Well, I'm Squidward, and if you can name one fish, any fish, that has ever made a name for themselves from here, then I'll tape my mouth shut for the remainder of the day.
Henrietta: Well, Squidward, you can't underestimate those that have come through the town. As you might call it, Bikini Bottom wasn't always the "backwater" town that it is now. (stands up) It was once flourishing with talent, many of their works entombed in the museum today.
Squidward: Such as?
Henrietta: Well... (ponders; turns around) What about Wallingfin?
Squidward: And who was that? (walks over to Henrietta)
(Henrietta is revealed to be standing in front of a wall, covered with many papers)
Henrietta: One of the most famous fish to have ever sailed the seas. He was a pioneer of modern boat travel, a genuine master of the arts. He was renowned heavily for his works with the (camera cuts to many papers, each on the topic that Henrietta narrates) steam engine, buoyancy, and portable electricity for the boats he created.
Squidward: I must say you have proven me wrong, miss. But you have made one slight error.
Henrietta: And what's that?
Squidward: You have yet to show me a true "genuine master of the arts", and have decided to show me this whaler instead. Show me a true master. One who produced music just for the fun of it!
Henrietta: If that's what you demand, then follow me. (walks out of scene)
Squidward:(follows) Where are we going?
Henrietta: To a very special place in the museum. (takes out keys; unlocks door and enters, as does Squidward; flips on light switch, turning on lights) Now, this place is closed during museum hours, but I suppose that a...squid of your demands needs something to soothe your cravings. So, here we are.
Squidward: Where are we?
Henrietta: We, Squidward, are in the heart of one of the most famous musicians to have ever lived. I will now suggest that you feast you eyes on the artifacts of Weever T. Accloman. (motions at a large portrait, displaying a painting of a fish with thick, curly hair; he is seen wearing a black suit and staring into the distance; the engraving below him says "WEEVER T. ACCLOMAN")
Squidward:(gasps) I...I know this guy. He's one my biggest inspirations. (feverishly begins searching artifacts and glass cases) And you guys have an entire exhibit just for him?
Henrietta: Well deserved, too. Accloman was a very talented man.
Squidward: Indeed. He's one of the reasons I decided to pick up music. Why I decided to play the clarinet!
Henrietta: Strange. Weever never did like the clarinet.
Squidward:(turns to Henrietta) Why is that?
Henrietta:(shrugs) Well, no one really knows. Likewise, he never really revealed why. Could be anything, I guess.
Squidward: Well, did he write any music for clarinet?
Henrietta: Why, I believe he did. (begins walking out of scene) Follow me.
Squidward:(follows) You know you do quite a bit of walking, right?
Henrietta: It's part of my job. I believe all of his compositions are in this hall right here. It's a really wonderful hall. Almost of all of Weever's works are in here. The rest are just sparsed across the Pacific Ocean, some nowhere to be found.
(Squidward continues to follow Henrietta, yet begins to blank out as he looks at the portrait of Weever; he gradually looks downward until his eyes meet a section of the wall named "THE SECRET SIDE OF MUSIC"; Squidward stops following Henrietta and walks toward the wall)
Henrietta: ...and interestingly, Weever never wrote compositions for any King or Queen. He believed that King LePuffer and Queen Gingergill were both... (turns around, and sees a distracted and focused Squidward at the wall) Squidward? Squidward, what's the matter? (walks over to Squidward)
Squidward: What is this? This doesn't sound like the Weever I know.
Henrietta: Ah, yes. Weever had many theories, some of which he went into a whole different side of musical understanding.
Squidward: What does that mean?
Henrietta: Well, Weever, before he was banished due to his beliefs of witchcraft, believed that music could be used to interpret or even bend the ways of time. In summary, he believed that music was a "rhythmic time machine", if you will. Quite the theory, if you ask me. He even wrote a composition that he said when played, would send the reader into a different time, yet it has never been played. In fact, he even wrote one of the parts in...get this...clarinet!
Squidward: Are you pulling my strings?
Henrietta: Nope. They're all here and you can have it, for a small fee.
Squidward: Well, you can't put a price on quality music.
Henrietta: And, don't you need a piece for your clarinet club?
Squidward: It's not a club! It's an orchestral gathering of musicians that happen to all play clarinet! Never mind that. Just tell me the price and I'll be on my way.
Henrietta: Well, since you asked so "kindly", I'll be happy to give it to you for only a dollar per piece.
(Squidward reaches into his pocket for his wallet)
(the camera cuts to Squidward's bedroom, where he can be seen carrying a sheet of music; he walks toward a music stand and places the composition onto the frame; the window next to the stand reveals that it is apparently nighttime; Squidward wipes down his clarinet with a washcloth)
Squidward:(hums while wiping the clarinet; stops and stares at the music on the stand) Hmm. Well, I guess I could try it. Just one time, though. Just to hear how it sounds. (puts down clarinet onto stool and grabs one piece of the composition)
(the screen freezes and highlights the naming of the sheet: "REVERSO TIEMPO" and "WEEVER A."; Squidward takes the existing composition on the stand off and replaces it with the Weever composition)
Squidward:(licks lips and places reed into the ligature of the clarinet; assembles entirety of clarinet) Shouldn't be more than a brief listen. (looks at music) Hmm. Quite a simple rhythm here. Ah, this definetly shouldn't be more than a minute. (takes a deep breath and closes his eyes; begins playing the composition)
(as he plays for a about half a minute into the piece, an object in the room transforms and becomes a clay vase; as Squidward continues playing the composition, objects in the room gradually transform into different objects, until toward the end of the piece, the entire room has become a workshop-esque space)
(the workshop contains many wooden desks, covered with miscellaneous papers of pieces of music; the floor is lined with papers and even more compositions; ink stains are present on many areas of the walls and tables; feather pens are present near these ink stains; a tan, wooden, and slightly damaged wooden door is seen at the front of the room; in the middle, a wooden island is standing, where one two-page composition is seen, unfinished and next to a feather pen submerged in an ink canister; two doors are present at the back of the room, where through windows on the door, a balcony can be seen along with other buildings; Squidward, his musical stand, instrument, and composition gradually appear into the room, and Squidward reaches the end of the composition)
Squidward:(opens eyes) What the shell? What trench have I been placed in? (looks around feverishly) This isn't where I was. (looks out of window doors in the back of the room) And this isn't the street near my property. It's not even like any street in Bikini Bottom! Where in the galley? (turns around; slowly approaches some of the objects in the room) This stuff. This isn't mine, I didn't purchase these! Why these things are so old, they might as well be in a...that's it! I might still be at the museum. I must have dozed for the night here, all of my memory of last night a dream. Could it be?
(a male fish bursts through the door at the front of the room, causing a loud squeak; the fish is seen to be a larger fish, with thick, curly black hair; he is wearing a brown suit with a hankerchief in his collar)
Male fish: What in the devilfish are you doing in my place of work? (silence) Well, explain yourself, intruder. I hear no voices from this room at all times during the day, and thus I storm in and out of here undisturbed day and night. And suddenly, I enter my workshop and guess what I find. Go 'head, guess!
Male fish: A disturbance! You, sir, are to be punished! May I ask what your title be, anyways?
Squidward: I am...Squidward, sir.
Male fish: Squidward? Huh. Quite a name, I might comment. But that is of no matter at this moment! I could have you beheaded! Why, I could have you lose a leg for this! And my, sir, would not put on some pants? Have some decency! (camera shows a female fish, dressed in a black and white dress and a bonnet; she is carrying a basket, filled with assorted fabrics; hearing Weever, she pauses at the doorway) Does it not occur to you that no one is to be in here while I am away? What was your reason?!
Female fish: He is the window cleaner, sir. He was ordered to come to your office and clean the windows at once. I am sorry you were not informed.
Male fish:(turns around slowly, puzzled; turns back to Squidward) Is this of truth, Mr. Squidward?
Squidward:(confused look) Yes, why it is.
Male fish: Hmm. Well...Squidward, carry on, then. I will leave you to your duties. (walks out of room; stops at female fish and nods head) Miss. (continues)
Female fish:(storms into room) Why, aren't you nuts? Have you gone mad?
Squidward: I...I don't know how I got here.
Female fish: You expect me to believe that? You cannot just waltz in here and not of any knowledge of it. You ought to be lucky that I walked by here when I did, you ought. If it weren't as it were, you would not be standing here as of this moment. Now, I suggest that you keep this under wraps so it doesn't turn into a mess. Sadly, I think it's best that you clean up yours. (reaches into basket and hands Squidward a rag) Now put on some pants! Look formal. Have some decorum. (exits room)
(scene cuts to the balcony, where Squidward, now dressed in poofy pants along with a poofy shirt, is using the rag to wash the windows on the window doors)
Squidward:(murmuring) How in the Pacific Ocean did I get here? There is no way that I could have logically been at the museum in the afternoon, been at home at night, and gotten to the who-knows-what time period I'm assuming instantaneously. What could have occurred?
(the camera cuts to a shot of the windows, where Squidward can be seen wiping sloppingly; the male fish enters the office and spots Squidward's lousy technique; finally, Squidward leaves four streaks on the glass after a hard wipe)
Male fish: A streak! On my windows! Neptune, man, what are you doing?! (storms toward balcony; storms out of doors) You simpleton, hand me that rag! (snatches rag) There is no way that you could possibly be doing this wrong! A fool, one of mere enlightenment, would be able to do this...task! (begins wiping the windows) And thanks to you, squid, there is now a streak tarnishing the elegance of my perfectly-washed windows! (squeezes washcloth) Darn it, I have run out of water. Hand me the bucket!
(Squidward reaches for the bucket, yet instead spills the water onto the balcony)
Male fish: You bufoon! My balcony has been soiled! (begins hopping on one foot) My shoes, they're ruined. The leather is being destroyed! (leg trips over balcony wall; the male fish slips over the barricade and falls out of the scene) Whoa!
Squidward: Noooo! (runs to balcony wall and looks over; stands in shock for a few seconds, and then sprints out of the scene)
(the scene cuts to Squidward, making it to the back of the building and finding the male fish's body, laying motionless on the ground)
Squidward: Oh, what have I...? (grabs hose and brings it to the male fish) Does he need water? What does he need? What does he need?! Uh...uh... (sighs) Oh, there's nothing I can do. (kneels down; sighs deeply) Let us face it. I have...laid rest...to this man. (crawls toward male fish's body) Why? Why did I get stuck in this time period? Just why?! Why did it have to be me?! (looks around) Who was he, anyways? (flashback occurs)
(flashbacks show the male fish, yelling at Squidward when they first meet; the next flashback occurs when the male fish yells at Squidward on the balcony meer moments ago; the last scene is the portrait of Weever T. Accloman; the flashback stops suddenly, and Squidward backs up to the wall in horror)
Squidward: I, I couldn't have! I wouldn't...ever! I...I killed Weever T. Accolman! No, no. It...it was an accident. (storms back inside in fright) Never would I try or mean to rid of Weever. One of the greatest musical masters in history and I killed him!
Henrietta:(offscreen) Killed who?
Squidward:(turns around quickly) Henrietta!
Henrietta: Why, you haven't killed me, have you?
Squidward: What? No! I...uh...well, Weever...
Henrietta: You killed Weever?!
Squidward: What?! No! I...uh...meant that Weever...his...his musical inspiration has been killed by...the lack of festivities in town today. His words, not mine.
Henrietta: Why, how is that possible? There's usually always something happening in Gillstown nowadays.
Squidward: Yes, well, slow day, I suppose.
Henrietta: Well, where might Weever be now? He hasn't picked up his laundry.
Squidward: He is...napping?
Henrietta: Hmm. Suppose he shant be disturbed. I guess I should come back and deliver his laundry later. (exits room)
Squidward:(sighs) Gillstown? Why I should have known. The Anemone Coast Republic, Weever's birth country. (looks down) And before I came along, Weever was born and died before Bikini Bottom was even colonized, about a century before it to be exact.
(scene cuts to Squidward, searching Weever's office feverishly)
Squidward: Come on, come on. It's got to be in here somewhere in here. Now where did I put it?
Male fish II:(enters room) Weever? Weever, are you in here? (sees Squidward) Why, hello there, sir? Have you seen Weever?
Squidward: Why...no. I don't think I have.
Male fish II: Oh. Well, if you do, tell him that Gregor is desperately needing him for a wardrobe renevation. He is to perform for the Royal Audience this coming end of the week, and he needs to wear his most formal attire for the event. I have his fancy shirt, pants, shoewear, and fashioned wig for him in the dressing hall.
Squidward: Fashioned wig?
Gregor: Why, yes, haven't you heard? Weever is bald, he is.
Gregor: 'Tis true. He alternates between fashioned wigs, he does. Must be difficult being bald, it must be. Bare head, and all. (looks at Squidward's scalp) Hmm. You must understand.
Squidward:(slightly annoyed) Yes, I live the...unfortunate life.
Gregor: Ah. Well, inform Weever of this, I hope you do. He needs to look his best so that his orchestra sounds better.
Gregor:(annoyed) Why, yes, Weever's orchestra! It's the sole reason his name got around this town. If it weren't for them, Weever wouldn't be known from any random joe on the street.
Squidward:(angered) Hold on a minute, Gregor. Weever is a talented musician, and patron of the arts! And bald or not, he has loads, exponential loads, more talent than you could possess at your dead-end job! How many citizens know your name, Gregor? (silence) That is what I assumed. Now get of this office and go spread your dam name!
(Gregor, shocked, exits the room)
Squidward: He'll see. Once Weever's orchestra plays for the Royal Audience, he'll be sure to see the talent behind Weever's conducting. (face droops) But Weever's not here! Oh no! Who's gonna lead his orchestra? Who?! (turns around and sees composition on Weever's desk; approaches the piece and reads it) It appears it'll have to be me. (sits in chair) There's no other choice. With Weever gone, I'll have to fill in for him. (bangs desk and sits up) And I'll be the best Weever there ever was! Come the end of the week, there will be a band to play for that audience, and it will be led by me. And lucky for me, I have a plan.
(scene cuts to night, where the hallway outside of Weever's office door is dark; Squidward eventually peeks out, looks both ways, and opens the creaky door; he enters the hallway with a lit candle, and continues down the hallway strip until he leaves sight of the camera; the camera cuts to Squidward, walking down some flights of stairs)
Squidward: If my history is right, the dressing hall is located in the west wing of the building, down this corridor.
(he continues down the stairs; the scene cuts to Squidward, opening a door and revealing a lit room full of clothing; he enters quietly and looks around the candle-lit room, where wooden dressers, tables, and clothes lay around the room; he approaches a string of hair on the floor, which he follows; this leads him to a tall wardrobe closet labeled "FOLICELE")
Squidward: Ah, fishsticks! It's in a different language. (looks at other labels on their respective dressers, all in a foreign language) What is this "fole-lie-cell"? Wait a second. That kind of sounds like...follicle, right? (opens wardrobe closet slowly) Oh, come on! Stop squeaking! (Squidward pushes the closet open fully; a stack of thread-like objects spill out) What the...? What is this stuff? (picks up threading) Why, this is...hair!
Gregor: I have his fancy shirt, pants, shoewear, and fashioned wigs...
(flashback ends and the scene returns to normal)
Squidward: This must be the hair they use to fashion Weever's wigs. How am I going to fashion a wig? No way I can do that. There must be some... (looks around and finds another stack of hair, this time fashioned wigs) pre-fashioned wigs! There they are! (puts down candle; approaches the pre-fashioned wigs slowly; picks up one of the wigs) Hmm. This could work. (places wig on head and adjusts it) Perfect! This plan is fool-proof! (looks at self) Well, already in uniform, I suppose.
(scene cuts to Squidward, walking down the hallway with the candle; he suddenly stops, hearing violin music)
Squidward:(looks around) Where is that graceful sound coming from? (walks nearer to the sound, and soon approaches door arch, where Henrietta can be seen, atop a stool and playing a violin) Why, isn't that a beautiful sound you've got there?
Henrietta:(stands up in shock) Weever! Why, how much did you hear? I was only strumming. (rushes to put violin away) It won't happen again.
Squidward:(rushes into the room) No, no, Henrietta. No, don't stop. I only heard the sound as I was coming from the hall, and I saw you playing the violin. Why, I never even knew that you had a musical interest.
Henrietta:(calmed) Well, I have only been studying for a few years now. I hope that you aren't angered.
Squidward: Why, not the slightest. You know, I too, can play a pitch or two on the violin, much like yourself.
Squidward: Of course. Art is something you feel and amplify, Henrietta, not something you learn. You are born innately with it, don't forget that. Besides, how hard can it be? Let me guess. You were just playing a snipet from... "The Red Herring".
Henrietta: Yes. Yes, that was.
Squidward:(picks up violin from opposite side of room) Well, in that case, why not we perform a duet? Right here, right now?
Henrietta: You are serious about this, Weever?
Squidward:(looks at self in mirror, leaning on a wall; a flashback of the Weever portrait and to Squidward in the mirror appears, showing them as being almost identical)(thinking to self) I might be able to pull this off. She believes I am Weever and suspects nothing. (aloud) I haven't been more serious about anything but music. Come on, let's play.
Henrietta: Okay then. (begins the piece with her solo)
(Squidward continues the piece with his solo)
(the two continue with their duet, ending the piece)
Squidward: Now see, was that difficult? Why, no, it wasn't. That is because musical ability is above emotions. Music appeals to all fish, and all Royal Audiences, I assure.
Henrietta:(puts down violin) Now how, Mr. Accloman, can you be so sure about that?
Squidward: Oh, they're just fish like the rest of us. They enjoy music like us, they can feel emotions like us, and they know when they are in the prescene of the best orchestra that the Republic has to offer.
Henrietta:(sighs) I hope you are correct in your statements. This coming Sunday afternoon shall be a display of your work with the orchestra.
Squidward:(pauses for a brief second) Then it shall be a display beyond proportions. Night, Henrietta. We should get some rest.
Henrietta: Nice slumber to you, Weever.
Squidward:(turns around) Uh, say, Henrietta. (Henrietta looks up) I just feel like I...I know you from...never mind.
Henrietta: Oh, well, then good night.
(Squidward closes door as he exits)
(scene cuts to a music hall, where a composition can be heard being performed; the camera cuts to Squidward, dressed in Weever's disguise, and conducting the band while performing; he is behind a music stand, where the score is placed)
Squidward:(signals the band to stop playing) Stop! Halt the music. (points to trumpets) Horn section, project your sound. This part of the section is blantantly marked fortissimo. Perform as though the entire hall shall be filled with the sound leaving your bell.
Trumpet player I:(raises hand) But, Mr. Weever, the music is marked here as sforzando. We do not come in as fortissimo, nay we come in quiet and then become suddenly loud.
Squidward: Incorrect! May I ask you your name?
Trumpet player I: It is Frederichson.
Squidward: And Frederichson, are you aware of the meaning of this piece?
Frederichson: Emphasis on the darker side of the world around us, sir?
Squidward: You could not be more wrong! This piece is about our city, and the legacy that it leaves behind. However, this legacy is being shadowed, as we gradually fall of the map. We are becoming ghosts of our former selves, hence the name of the piece.
Violinist I: Wouldn't we ought to be free to choose if we are falling of the map, sir?
Squidward: You cannot pick and choose why your legacy is falling before you, sir.
Violinist II: Mr. Weever, we have our own opinions on this matter.
Squidward: Music is not about opinions! Music is about interpretation of the piece before you, and the method in which you play it dictates how the crowd will react.
Trumpet player II: Interpretation?
Squidward: Why, yes. That is the point of musical creation! If you cannot interpret music in your own way, then there is no point as to listening to it. Only a bloody fool would do that.
Violinist II: I thought you claimed music wasn't for opinions.
(a musical flourish plays over the scene, and Squidward looks down for a second, pondering his claims)
(scene cuts to the workshop, where Squidward, without his wig on, can be seen looking over the musical score on the table)
Squidward:(sighs) Subjected to such questions and statements as these, am I? Don't those fish know who I am. I'm Wee... (sighs again) I'm not Weever. I'm portraying as him, and I'm not doing a very good job, am I? Hopefully, that'll change once I understand what Weever means in all of this statements. (searches through papers) Ugh! The problem is he never wrote anything down, just musical compositions left for fish to interpret. (stands up) Well then, if it's what Weever wants, then it is what (puts wig on) Weever shall teach.
(scene cuts to the next morning, where the camera shows a medium shot of the building; the camera cuts to Squidward, fallen asleep with his wig on; Henrietta walks by)
Henrietta: Weever? (looks into workshop) Oh, Weever, there you are. I've been looking all over for you. The orchestra is waiting for your arrival. (shakes Squidward)
Squidward:(looks up) Henrietta? Oh, I must have dozed off last night. (stands up) The orchestra is waiting? (grabs musical score and rushes out of the room)
Henrietta: Hurry! They're in the music hall!
(camera cuts to the musical hall, where the members of the orchestra are waiting)
Orchestra member 1: Where is that blasted Weever? If he weren't any more late, I would walk through those doors right this moment.
Orchestra member 2: Don't look down upon, Weever, chap. You can't underestimate him. Surely, if he were late, it would be due to a horrible accident.
(Squidward bursts through the doors suddenly)
Squidward: I'm here! (coughs) I have arrived. I trust that all of you have been practicing your music during your brief abscene from the hall. (walks up the ramp) I also trust that you are all aware that you are performing for the Royal Audience this coming Sunday, and you are going to perform your best until that performance is done. Which means that you give to me your greatest tones now so that you can produce equal tone quality on Sunday. (stands behind podium; raises conductor's baton) 1...2...
(band begins performing the piece; the low brass begins the section, starting softly for the woodwinds to enter and perform a crescendo; soon, the high brass enters, allowing the rest of the ensemble to become louder; Squidward continues to conduct, and the camera pans into his hand motions; the camera gradually transitions to a blue sky, where leaves can be seen moving in the same direction as Squidward's hands; once the scene fully transitions, then the leaves move towards the building and hit Weever's office)
Gregor:(knocks on the workshop door) Weever? Weever, are you in there? (opens door) Weever, you have never come in for your fitting. (looks around) I suppose he's not in here, is he? (looks around at some of his compositions) Hmm. (looks back at open door, and closes it) Now I'm free to snoop. (begins looking around the room at many of Weever's compositions) Such complicated rhythms, such interesting names. Quite a strange musical taste. (looks to the left and finds Squidward's musical stand from when he was teleported here) Hello. What's this? (examines the stand) No stand I've seen before. (turns stand around and reads the small print) "BIKINI BOTTOM MUSICAL DEPARTMENT"? "2014 BBMP"?
Henrietta:(enters room) Did you find Weever? He should be back from his rehearsal now.
Gregor: That is what I assumed. Henrietta, do you believe everything Weever tells you?
Henrietta: Well, he's never given me reason to distrust him. Why do you ask?
Gregor: Oh, no reason. No reason at all.
Henrietta: Very well, then. I'll be on my way now. (exits room)
Gregor: Wait until the Royal Audience hears about this. (laughs evilly) That should teach you, Weever, to ever cross me again. (continues laughing)
(scene cuts to a shot of the moon and the nighttime clouds; the camera pans down to reveal the city lights, cascading off many buildings; light music can be heard in the background; Squidward can be seen walking down a road, looking around at the many sights)
Squidward:(looks down at pocket watch) Why, it's nearly time. Luckily, I'm close.
Henrietta:(runs up to Squidward) Weever! Why, there you are.
Squidward: Yes, I'm here, Henrietta.
Henrietta: Why, I was worried sick the entire evening. Where were you during the course of the day?
Squidward: Well, I was rehearsing with the band. Then, I just took a stroll around the town.
Henrietta: Without telling anyone of it? Sometimes, Weever, I think that you don't know what you're doing half the time.
Squidward: Well, I do right now. Time to perform for the Royal Audience. Want to join?
Henrietta: Me? Why, I wasn't...I hadn't... (sighs) I wasn't asked to join. (looks at ground) I never have been. You see, I guess the maid does work the entire day without play.
Squidward: Now don't say that, Henrietta. You're not a maid. You play a very important role in the building. In fact, (stops walking) consider yourself invited. You don't even have to sit.
Henrietta:(stops walking as well) Why, thank you, Weever. I appreciate it. Yet, if not in the seats, then where?
Squidward: Oh, you'll see. I have for you the best seat in the house now. (continues walking)
Henrietta:(follows Squidward; pauses for a second) Weever, may I ask you a question?
Squidward: Why, of course.
Henrietta: Well, I was speaking with Gregor this afternoon, when you weren't in your office. And, he asked me if I could trust you. Can I?
Squidward:(stops walking) Well, why wouldn't you be able to? I have told you nothing but the truth.
Henrietta: I know, and that's why I was so puzzled why he would ask me such a question. Why do you suppose?
Squidward: Well, Gregor and I haven't had the best history together. He always wanted to find ways to replace me as a conductor, using any means necessary.
Henrietta: Is that true?
Squidward:(laughs) Don't you trust me, Henrietta?
Henrietta: Weever, don't toy with me. I'm being serious.
Squidward:(thinks to self) Way to your Gregor history correct, Squiddy. Keep it up. (aloud) In addition, Gregor is here tonight, and I'm sure whatever he is talking about he would use against me. But I'm not worried. There's no one that would care for his silly conspiracy theories.
Henrietta: Well, I suppose you're right.
Squidward: Am I ever wrong? (looks at pocket watch) Oops, I'm wrong. We should be there within the next two minutes. Let's go! (rushes out of the camera)
Henrietta: Ah, Weever. (runs out of the scene)
(scene cuts to the music hall, where Squidward enters through the back door)
Squidward: Come on, Henrietta. I'm here to present you your seat. (walks to the curtain) Stand right here. You get to watch the orchestra from the closest seat in the house.
Henrietta: Why, thank you, Weever.
Squidward:(coughs) Time to present. (gets up onto podium; flips to first page of the score)
(camera cuts to view of the entire audience; the camera cuts to a sign, hanging from a red rope at the very left of the music hall; the sign reads "MEMBERS OF THE ROYAL AUDIENCE"; camera pans to reveal the members, showing them all wearing red suits)
Squidward:(taps with his baton; holds up baton before orchestra) 1...2... (band begins to perform; the low brass begins, followed by the woodwinds, and then the high brass instruments)
(camera alternates between Henrietta, Squidward conducting, the orchestra performing, and the Royal Audience's reactions to the sounds)
(the piece comes to an end, and the audience stands up to cheer; Squidward bows and turns to the Royal Audience; Henrietta can be seen clapping from behind the curtains)
(scene cuts to Squidward, exiting the music hall with a flourish of fish)
Squidward: Henrietta? Henrietta? (looks around and sees Henrietta, standing behind a coral tree) Henrietta! (runs to the coral tree) Henrietta, why are you hiding behind a coral tree?
Henrietta: I'm not hiding. I'm just not making myself visible. There's a difference.
Squidward: Well then, why are you not making yourself visible?
Henrietta: I told you. I'm just the maid.
Squidward: You are not just a maid, Henrietta. If you are hiding from anyone or anything, it should be your thoughts. They're clouding you from being open to the world. Now come. The Royal Audience wants to see me in the music hall.
Henrietta:(stops Squidward from walking) Weever, I do not have a good feeling about this. Let me just stay here and hi...stay out of sight.
Squidward:(sighs) Okay then. I will be back in about five minutes. (walks toward music hall)
(camera cuts to music hall, where Squidward enters through the two doors)
Squidward: Hello? Members of the Royal Audience?
Royal audience member I: Up here, Mr. Weever.
Squidward:(bows) Why, hello there, sir. How did you enjoy the performance?
Royal audience member I: Do not mind that, Weever. Mind the sentence that stands before you.
(Squidward is suddenly tackled from behind; he is then handcuffed from behind and brought back up from a royal audience member)
Squidward: What the shell is happening? Unhand me! What is this?!
Royal audience member I:(walks toward Squidward) Mr. Weever Accloman, you are under the arrest for witchcraft.
Squidward: Witchcraft? Ha! That's proposterous!
Royal audience member I: Is it, Mr. Weever? Well, if it is so proposterous, then why have we confiscated this from your workshop this very afternoon? Mr. Gregor, please enter.
Gregor:(enters through an arch with the music stand) Here, sir.
Royal audience member I:(takes stand) This music stand was present during the afternoon hours. It appears to have been manufactured in a date that is many years from now. How many years from now exactly Gregor?
Gregor: That would be 263 years, sir.
Royal audience member I: Quite. Mr. Weever, before you are departed for imprisonment, do you have any parting words or explanations for your actions?
Squidward:(pauses and looks at ground; looks back up at royal audience member) Tell Henrietta that I lo...that she will always be in my thoughts.
(Squidward is walked out of the music hall; Henrietta looks back and sees the predicament)
Henrietta: Weever?! What are you doing to him? What is the situation?
Royal audience member I: He is no longer a citizen of this town, ma'am. Mr. Weever has performed a practice and is being imprisoned for it.
Henrietta: Wait! Imprison me too. I am just a maid!
Royal audience member I: Why, you have done nothing wrong, madam. I am afraid I cannot have you arrested. You can visit Mr. Weever anytime that you like.
(Squidward is walked out of the scene with both royal audience members and Gregor; Henrietta watches on as they walk out into the horizon)
(scene cuts to Squidward, being walked down the prison hallway; he is placed into his cell, and the doors are locked; Squidward sits down and looks out of the window; the window transitions into the window of Weever's office, clouded by rain drops, where Henrietta can be seen sitting at his desk looking down in sadness)
Henrietta: Oh, Weever, your work was so complicated. Why? Why so complex? (looks through compositions; comes across the composition Squidward had played that brought him here; read notes in the margin)"The secret side of music brings those who play this piece through time and space, bringing them to different realms and time periods." Weever wrote this? Why, this doesn't sound like him.
(lightning flashes and thunder sounds; wind gusts push the two doors at the back of the room open; Henrietta gasps and stands up in shock and fear)
Henrietta: Ghastly storm! (rushes to close the doors, yet is stopped) Ugh. Weever really needs to clean up down here. (picks up pail and washcloth) Must have been that messy window washer, Squidward, that made this mess. (stands up and looks over balcony) Why, what is that down there? (looks over balcony) I can't make it out. (squints; lightning suddenly flashes, revealing the real Weever lying on the ground below the balcony; Henrietta jumps back in fear into the workshop) Ahhh! (hyperventilating) Why, that...that looked like Weever! But, but Weever is...well...alive! (hyperventialting; puts on jacket and runs out of the room)
(scene cuts to Henrietta, rushing through the storm toward the prison; Henrietta bursts through the prison door, where she is stopped by guards)
Henrietta: No, let me through! I need to speak to Weever!
Guard I: I'm afraid that cannot happen, ma'am.
Henrietta: Please, it is urgent. I will not be more than a minute.
(Guards look at each other and then shrug; they allow Henrietta through)
(scene cuts to Squidward, standing up at the sight of an approaching Henrietta)
Squidward: Henrietta, why there you are!
Henrietta: Why, don't give me that! (stands in front of bars) Whoever you are, I want the truth and I want it now!
Squidward: Henrietta, what happened?!
Henrietta: What happened?! I saw him! I saw him! He was dead! He was lifeless! Explain yourself!
Squidward:(looks down) Henrietta, I...it was an accident!
Henrietta: I'm sure it was. (comes closer to bars) I'm sure it was, but sir, I want the truth. And I want it now.
Squidward: Okay. (clears throat) As you might know, I was arrested for witchcraft. But I am no witch, or wizard, or whatever! I'm...I'm from a different time period.
Henrietta: A different time period? You mean, you're a time traveler?
Squidward: In a sense, yes.
Henrietta: The composition. That composition on your desk! The notes you wrote. They were true!
Squidward: Yes, Henrietta. Yes, they were. The truth is, I'm from a different place and a different time. A little over 250 years, in fact. And no, I'm not the real Weever. He tripped over some water I spilled while cleaning his windows, and...he fell.
Henrietta: So you're Squidward! (takes wig off) Now I recognized you! But the piece. How did the piece come about?
Squidward: Well, fast forward 260 years from now and Weever is one the biggest successes in musical history. He wrote that composition because he believed that music could basically bring you through different time periods and stuff.
Henrietta: This is so much to take in. Well, now I know everything! It all makes so much sense! Well, how are you going to get back?
Squidward:(looks up) Maybe I can play the composition! The effects should reverse!
Henrietta: That's great, but how are you going to get back?
Gregor:(offscreen) Leave that to me. (unlocks cell) I overheard the news. Thought I might as well let you out.
Squidward:(walks out of cell) Well then. Let's get me back home.
(scene cuts to Weever's workshop, lit with candles; Squidward is standing in front of the music stand with the clarinet music that brought him here; Henrietta and Gregor are sitting on his desk)
Squidward:(polishing clarinet) Let me just polish her up. (looks up at Henrietta, tearing up) What's the matter?
Henrietta:(wipes eyes) Nothing. Just this room is so dusty.
Squidward: I'm going to miss you too, Henrietta.
Henrietta: You've changed our lives, Squidward. I'm going to miss calling you Mr. Weever.
Squidward: And I'm sorry that I hid that secret from you. I guess I was just waiting for the right time.
Squidward: And Gregor. Just know that all has been forgiven.
Gregor: Thank you, Wee...Squidward.
Squidward: Well, here goes. (stands up; takes a deep breath and closes eyes; begins playing the composition) Did it work? (opens eyes) Huh? What happened? Did you guys come with me to the future?
Gregor: As it is, you stayed with us in the past.
Squidward: But how is that possible? I...I played the composition as it was. How did it not work? It's not... (begins coughing) It... (coughs harder; coughs become powerful enough to ground Squidward)
Henrietta: What's happening to him?! (runs to comfort Squidward) Gregor?!
Gregor: I don't have the slightest idea!
Squidward:(breathes deeply and releases one final cough; however, red spots fly out onto the ground) Uh oh.
Henrietta: Squidward! What's going on? Why are you so sick?
Squidward: I...I think I'm being forgotten. (runs hands over blood stains on ground) This can only mean one thing. (stands up) I'm been away from the future so long, that I'm starting to be forgotten. Which means that if I'm not there and I'm being forgotten, the remnants of my existance will be...forever gone.
Gregor: And then what happens to you?
(Squidward looks into distance, and then downwards to the ground; Henrietta begins to tear and Gregor closes his eyes and bows his head; a light begins to glow, and the camera reveals the glowing composition, pulsating with light; the three turn to look at it, as it begins to dissolve into the air, going out with a bright flash of light)
Henrietta: No! No! The music! It's leaving too!
Gregor: This isn't right. This can't be happening. Squidward, what in the blue ocean do we do now?
Squidward:(thinks) Well, it's just a theory, but I think if I can get my hands on some sheet music, and get the fish in the future to remember me, then I can stay long enough to find a way back home.
Gregor: Um...um...okay. Uh...do you remember the music?
Squidward: Uh...I will try my best.
Gregor: Good enough. Henrietta, come. Let's leave Squidward. He needs some thinking space.
Henrietta:(turns around) No!
Henrietta: I'm not leaving Squidward behind! What if he needs us? I'm staying in here to aid him.
Gregor:(looks at Squidward, who nods at him) Fair enough. I'll be right back with some blank papyrus. (exits room)
(Squidward begins coughing again, and Henrietta rushes over)
Henrietta: You need to sit down, Squidward. (aids Squidward to the desk seat while the coughing subsides) Do you need medicine? We have some cocoa downstairs.
Squidward: No. I'll be fine. If I can press myself to remember the music, I'll be out of here and... (sees Henrietta wiping her eyes of tears) Why, what's the matter?
Henrietta:(sniffles) Wee...Squidward, I'm just so conflicted right now. Either you'll survive and thrive in the future...or...or die in our time. And, to be truthful, I would love it if you would stay, but I would hate myself if I didn't let you go.
Squidward: I wish I could make the choice, Henrietta. I would love to stay. I've learned so much. I've seen so much that I didn't know existed. But I have to live, right?
(Henrietta laughs and wipes away falling tears; Gregor enters the room)
Gregor: Back with the paper.
Squidward: Perfect. (grabs paper; dabs feather pen into the ink and begins writing) Okay, I have the staff and the treble clef so far. What else is there? I need to remember the notes. Come on. Come on!
Henrietta: Well, if I remember anything, you started on a concert E-flat.
Squidward: No, no, that couldn't be. That note naturally tunes sharp, and I did not sound sharp when I began the piece. Think! Think, Squidward! (coughs; a drop of blood lands on the third space of the staff written) A "C"? (flashback occurs)
(the flashback goes to the scene where Squidward and Henrietta are in the room, playing the violins together)
Squidward: Remember, music comes from (points to head) here, (points to mouth) not here.
(flashes to present time)
Squidward: Perfect! (rubs head) I got it! Music comes from the mind, not the mouth. If I can hear the tones in my head, I can present them onto the page! (Squidward dips the pen into the ink and traces over the blood drop; he continues to write the piece, adding staffs and miscellaneous rhythms and notes) Done!
(Gregor and Henrietta cheer)
(a flash occurs, and the original piece dissolves back to its form before Squidward)
Squidward:(covering eyes from light) It's the original piece. The piece that Weever wrote himself!
(the piece Squidward wrote floats into the air, next to the original piece; the two pieces combine, and dissipate into the air)
Henrietta: No! Not again!
Squidward:(stands up) No, that's great! The two pieces became one, and if my guess is right, they're back at the museum in my time! The future! Weever's creations are being restored! Now, I just need to try and get fish in my time to remember me.
(Henrietta, Gregor, and Squidward begin to think; Squidward falls back into the seat and grins)
Squidward: I know exactly what to do.
(scene cuts to present day Bikini Bottom; a building with columns on the front facade is seen, reading "BIKINI BOTTOM MUNICIPAL RECREATION CENTER; the camera cuts to a pan of different squids, walking around a stage with musical stands, instruments, and music; the camera stops the pan at a sign, advertising the "Bikini Bottom Clarinet Orchestra" performing in the coming couple of days)
Squid I:(taps on stand with baton) Silence, please. Silence, everyone. (room becomes silent) Okay, so, is everyone here?
(room fills with "yes" chatters)
(Squid I picks up a clipboard and looks at the roster)
Squid I: Yep, that's everyone. Wait a minute. Who is this guy? He keeps appearing on my roster. There has and never has been a Squidward Tentacles. (quickly scratches off Squidward's name and check mark off the roster; puts down clipboard) Okay now, everyone take out your music that you received last rehearsal.
(scene cuts to back to Squidward, in Weever's workshop in the past, where is searching the room; he picks up a composition)
Squidward: Here we are. Knew it was in here.
Henrietta: What is it, Squidward?
Squidward: The piece that will bring me home. It also brought me to prison, but most importantly, the piece that showed me the truth. (looks at Henrietta) I think you'll remember this one, Henrietta, for you won't see it again.
Gregor: I don't quite understand. What is he saying?
Henrietta:(turns to Gregor) Squidward wrote this piece after Weever met his tragic fate. He called it "The Ghost City", and he let me watch it from the closest place in the music hall, closer than the royal audience. But now, it has not only become my favorite piece, but the key to Squidward getting back home.
Gregor: But how?
Squidward: My theory is if I play the piece long enough, it will teleport the piece to my time period. I have replaced the name from "Weever Accloman" to "Squidward Q. Tentacles", so that it shall find it's way. Hopefully then, fish will begin to remember me. Then, after that, I shall play the piece that brought me here and thus return home.
Henrietta: And I couldn't be more happy for you, Squidward. You have changed our lives in many ways, and I won't forget you.
Squidward: Neither will I, Henrietta. (walks toward Henrietta) Neither will I. (leans and kisses Henrietta)
Gregor:(sighs) Knew this was coming for some time. Speaking of time, you should be getting back to yours, huh, Squidward? (pauses) Well, I have no control over this. (looks away)
(Squidward leans back and ends the kiss; he walks over to the stand and grabs his clarinet)
Squidward:(sighs) Well, here goes nothing. (begins playing the clarinet section of the piece; he ends at a predetermined spot in the music; pauses) What? It didn't...work?
Henrietta: Maybe we need to...
(the composition begins to glow, and other parts for the music glow and float toward the piece on Squidward's stand; all of the pieces vanish and dissipate into the air)
(the scene cuts back to the Bikini Bottom Recreation Center, where the squids are taking out their music)
Squid I: Here, you will find that you received the piece for... (takes out piece; puzzled look) "THE GHOST CITY" by "SQUIDWARD TENTACLES"? Hmm. Mystery guy on the roster is now a composer. Don't remember giving out this piece, but, it's to be performed. Well, here goes, band! (begins conducting) 1...2... (low brass begins; Squid 1 looks down at the name "Squidward Tentacles") Hmm. Squidward Tentacles. That name seems to ring a bell. (waves baton and signals a bell to play in the background)
(scene cuts back to Squidward in the workshop, with Henrietta and Gregor)
Squidward:(sighs) It has been a pleasure knowing the both of you, but now, I must depart. I hope you think fondly of me, and know that when I go back to my time, that Weever will return and you two will...well...forget about me. But I will also be here, (points to head) in your thoughts. As will you, Henrietta. And you Gregor. Remember, though I am departing...
Henrietta and Gregor: We understand! (both grin)
Squidward:(nods) Okay then. You know, I could visit anytime. Just gotta play this piece and see you guys again.
Henrietta: True, but if you do, try not and kill Weever. (laughs)
Squidward: I will do my best. (laughs; takes a deep breath; begins playing the composition)
(as Squidward progresses into the composition, he begins glowing along with piece; the camera shows a close-up of his face, and the glow begins to fade; the camera pans out and reveals Squidward, in his bedroom in his house; the piece ends and Squidward, looks around slowly)
(the scene cuts to nighttime at the Bikini Bottom Municipal Recreational Center; the camera cuts to Squidward, adjusting his tie on his black suit; Squid 1 enters the dressing room he is in)
Squidward:(turns around) Ah, Leonard!
Leonard: Don't "Ah, Leonard" me, Mr. Squidward. Need I remind you that you missed who knows how many rehearsals?
Squidward:(sighs) Sorry, Leonard. (stands up) I guess I just...lost track of time.
Leonard: Well, you're lucky that you're a good composer. I like the sound of your piece, Squidward. Well written, almost as if by...well...someone like Weever himself!
Squidward:(chuckles) Yeah. Like Weever himself.
Leonard: You know what, you wrote this piece, Mr. Tentacles. Why not you conduct it, too? Come on, what do you say?
Squidward: Conduct? Why, what would you do, Leonard?
Leonard: Why, don't you know? I play the trombone in my spare time, Squidward. I'll manage.
Squidward:(thinks) I'll accept those terms, Leonard. (shakes his hand)
Leonard: See you out there, then.
(scene cuts to Squidward, readily behind the podium; he lets out a cough, and looks at his hand)
Squidward: Welp, no blood this time. (looks at audience) And no red-coated fish looking on to arrest me. Looks like this could go well. (raises baton; waves the baton) 1...2... (low brass begins the piece; the woodwinds enter and then the high brass; Squidward looks around as he conducts, and sees the original Henrietta from the museum, standing behind the curtain, watching the performance)
(Squidward turns back to the band, and conducts with more passion and vigor; the piece comes to a close, and the crowd applaudes the performance; Squidward bows and then steps off of the podium; he walks over to Henrietta)
Squidward: Henrietta, it's you!
Henrietta:(shocked) Why, if it isn't Mr. Lost at Sea himself. Thought I'd find you one day again. I haven't seen you in forever, Mr. Squidward. Not at the museum or around town.
Squidward: Guess I got caught up in my own place and time.
Henrietta: Well, congratulations to you on writing your own piece. Thought I might get a more up-close look. And kudos to making it in, how I say, an Accloman-esque style. You really captured Weever's sense of creativity, you know. And used quite the violin background, too. Why, Weever learned that years and years ago from a fellow violinist of his.
Squidward: Really? (flashback occurs, where Squidward, portraying Weever is talking to Henrietta on his way to the music hall at night) ...You know, you remind of...never mind. (flashback ends) That's it! That's who you remind me of! Was your... (counts on hands and tentacles) great-great-great-great...
Henrietta: ...Great grandmother's name Henrietta? Why, yes it was. She worked close with Weever, she did. That's who I was saying helped him with that violin background sound, that you captured so well. Strange though, how I remind you of her, as if you met her.
Squidward: What? No. Just...saw her in the museum.
Henrietta: Ah. Didn't know she was in there. Well then, hope to see you around town sometime, Squidward. Night to you. (turns to leave)
Squidward: Uh...wait, Henrietta. Did you want to...grab some food afterwards? In about half an hour or so?
Henrietta:(shrugs) Why, I wouldn't mind at all. I could eat.
Squidward: It's set, then.
Henrietta: Yep. See you in...half an hour. (turns to leave)
(scene cuts to Henrietta and Squidward, sitting in front of each other in a restaurant)
Squidward: And that's when I knew I had too much sauce on the steak.
Henrietta:(laughs) That is too funny. Squidward, this night was excellent.
Squidward: 'Twas, indeed.
Waiter:(enters scene) Your check, sir and madam. (puts down check and exits)
Squidward: Ah, that reminds me. Got to throw my trash away. (looks for napkins; reaches in pocket and takes out the piece that brought him both to the past and back to the present) Hmm. (puts piece on top of food and picks it up)
Henrietta: What are you doing?!
Squidward: What needs to be done. (throws paper and food away)
Henrietta: You're lucky we have more of those clarinet pieces at the museum, for a price, though. So, tell me, Squidward. What are you planning on being your next composition?
Squidward:(takes fashioned wig hair out his pocket) Hmm. Only time will tell, Henrietta. Only time...will tell.
(the scene pans out from gradually slow to speedily quick, and the screen is taken over by a black background; the words "THE END" are spelled out in cursive; the words fade to become the word "FIN"; the screen fades to black, ending the special)