Lost in Paradise

Lost in Paradise is the thirteenth episode of season three, and the fifty-third episode overall of Welcome to Fancyland!. It was written by FireMatch.
==Plot==
SpongeBob gets lost in his own house after doing a complete interior makeover. Meanwhile, Zee French Scientist visits his fellow French relative, Frenchie. However, Frenchie lives on the surface, and surface chaos ensues as per usual.
==Synopsis==
The episode opens with SpongeBob vacuuming around the house. The vacuum approaches Gary, who meows and hisses as he jumps onto the nearest table and hides in his shell.
“Oh, Gary, it’s just the vacuum!” SpongeBob yells. “It’s not gonna hurt you!”
Gary doesn’t say a word as he is still hiding in his shell. SpongeBob shrugs and continues vacuuming as he looks around the house.
“Man, was my house always this… lame?” he asks himself. “I only had vacuuming on the agenda today, but I suppose I can fit in an interior makeover as well.”
SpongeBob vacuums up the camera as it cuts to a shiny new interior, which is completely unrecognizable from what it was before. He looks around, smiling and proud of himself.
“Ah, I did my pine some apple, huh?” SpongeBob says. “I have no idea what I just said, but eh. Welp, the new episode of Snail Fail is probably coming on soon, so lemme just scooch over…”
SpongeBob falls over as the couch is nowhere to be seen. He gets up confused, and scratches his head.
“I guess I rearranged everything too,” he says. “This… this might be a little teensy weensy bit of a problem.”
SpongeBob briefly screams before the screen turns to black, and it cuts to him catching his breath.
“Okay. Calm down, SquarePants. You got this.”
Gary meows from inside the wall. SpongeBob screams as he rips the wall open and takes Gary out of it. Gary meows again and sleeps on the floor.
“Phew. Crisis averted. Not the other one, though.”
SpongeBob walks in the room, looking around.
“Did I place that lamp there? I think I blacked out from working too hard.”
SpongeBob continues looking around the house, confused by every room that he redid.
“Man, I don’t recognize ANYTHING I did. How far into the zone was I?!”
Gary meows, and SpongeBob gasps.
“Full throttle?! That explains everything then, Gary! I gotta fix this ASAP! But… but I don’t know where anything is…”
SpongeBob breaks down, crying. Fade to Zee French Scientist’s lair, where he is eating a square bagel filled with peanut butter.
“Mmhmm…” he gets out while eating. He then swallows the bagel. “Late night snack inventions are always zee greatest. Haw haw.”
ZFS then pulls a baguette out of his pants and begins eating it as well, then stares at the camera.
“...what? Can't a man enjoy his baguette in peace?”
Just then, he gets a phone call. He answers.
“Bonjour, Zee French Scientist speaking. Uh huh. Oui. Ciao.”
He hangs up.
“My cousin Frenchie! I haven't seen him in years. I can't wait to visit him. But he lives on…” ZFS points up. “Zee surface.”
A dramatic sting plays.
“Welp, if it's a visit I want, it's a visit I'll get. Who knows what adventures I will have zis time…”
He puts on a water helmet and takes a deep breath before putting on a jet pack as well.
“Here goes something…”
He counts down from three, then the jet pack launches ZFS into the sky. He disappears with a twinkle. Cut back to SpongeBob, who is now walking with Gary in the unfamiliar interior.
“Gee, full throttle really does things to your house,” SpongeBob says. “I can't even find my shell phone to call anyone.”
Gary meows, then coughs up the shell phone. SpongeBob picks it up, confused.
“Thanks, Gary. But, how in the world did you find this?”
Gary shrugs, somehow. SpongeBob begins dialing a number on his phone.
“Maybe Patrick can help us out,” SpongeBob says as Patrick picks up.
“Hello?” Patrick says.
“Hey, Patrick, it's me, SpongeBob.”
“Oh hey, what's up? Do you want to go jellyfishing?”
“Oh, I wish I could, Patrick. But I have a big problem on my hands.”
“Asbestos?”
“What? No! Patrick, I went into full throttle earlier while interior decorating and now I'm lost inside my house!”
“Ohh. Dang, happened to me once. I forget how I got out of that mess.”
“Patrick, you're always in a mess.”
“I know, but this was a DIFFERENT mess. Anyway, I'll come by in a little bit. Me and my pillow have a bit of an issue to resolve.”
Cut to Patrick, who is currently beating up his pillow.
“Come at me bro!” Patrick yells. “You (dolphin chirps)! This is what you get for getting warm when I was trying to sleep!”
SpongeBob stares awkwardly as violent punches can be heard from his phone. “Wellll I'll let you handle your situation for the time being. See you then!” He hangs up in confusion. “Why is everything so confusing today?”
Gary turns abstract and moos.
“Very funny, Gary. Now could you help me out with this fiasco I got over here?” SpongeBob looks at a bookshelf on the wall. “This belongs in my library. How am I going to move this back all the way where it belongs?”
Gary meows and coughs up a business card for a construction company, which SpongeBob picks up.
“Great idea, Gary!” SpongeBob begins to dial the number on the card.
In the construction building, a man is heard moaning when the work phone goes off. He answers.
“Yellow, construction man speaking.”
“Construction man, I need your help,” SpongeBob answers. “I have rearranged my entire house and now I'm lost!”
“Oh my, that is quite the predicament. Lemme get Negative Nancy on the line.”
“Negative Nancy?”
An old woman is now on the other end.
“This is Negative Nancy. Give up, you rotten excuse of a barnacle head. Rearrange all your furniture, off with ya! Off with ya head! Back to the choppa with you! You hear?”
SpongeBob hangs up and sighs. “Yeesh, that was one crazy lady. She needs to lay off the pills. Looks like I'm on my own here.”
Gary meows, and spits out a map, which SpongeBob picks up.
“A map? Gary, what am I supposed to do with a random map of Venezuela?”
Gary meows and flips the map over to reveal that he has drawn out the entire interior on the other side.
“Gary, your intelligence really does know no bounds.”
Cut back to Zee French Scientist, who lands on a beach, where a few angry crabs glare at him.
“It seems I'm in a bit of zee predicament,” ZFS remarks.
One of the crabs bangs their claws together.
“We will mess you UP,” they say.
“What, are you a boy or a girl, 'cause it really matters here,” ZFS asks.
“Yes. Look, I'm not here to give you a smooch, I'm here to give you the beating of a lifetime. Isn't that right, Janice?”
“I dunno, boss, he looks like a tasty snack to me,” Janice says, licking her lips.
“Oui, please don’t eat me,” ZFS pleads. “I am but a French man.”
“FRENCH?!” the crabs scream. “DISGUSTING!”
The crabs all stick their tongues out in disgust and let ZFS go by.
ZFS sighs. “Zey never appreciate us Frenchies… speaking of…”
He treads onward, and the screen fades to him still walking, exhausted. He passes out directly in front of a bustling city. Two seagulls wake him up by banging their beaks onto him.
“Wh- hey! Ztop pecking me!” ZFS says.
The seagulls stop pecking him, and just stare at him.
“What are you two looking at?” ZFS gets up and wipes himself clean, then clears his throat. “My name is Zee French Scientist. Do either of you happen to know anyone named… Frenchie?”
One of the seagulls squawks. “Frenchie? From the hit show-?”
“Yeah, yeah, cut to the chase, Maverick,” the other seagull interrupts. “Yeah, we know where he is. He’s friends with all of us animals. When he isn’t studying the oceans, he likes to study us creatures.”
“I don’t like being studied…” Maverick says.
“This is why you shouldn’t have been born with a mouth,” the other seagull says. “Anyway, we can get you there in a jiffy.”
“How?” ZFS asks. “You two are seagulls.”
“Seagull, shmeagull,” the other seagull responds. “We can carry you there!”
“That sounds awful dangerous… but I guess I have no other choice.”
“That’s the spirit! Mav, lift this feller right up.”
The seagulls grab ZFS from both sides and begin to carry him into the bustling city. They dodge cars and poles as ZFS yells out of fear.
“You’ll be fine,” Maverick says. “I think. I just trust whatever Josh says.”
“My name is Joe, and you know that!” the other seagull says.
After this exchange, they finally arrive in Frenchie’s lab. The seagulls set Zee French Scientist down on the floor and fly away.
“Ditchers,” ZFS says while he stands up. Frenchie is seen licking inside a test tube, and stops himself once he sees ZFS, and blushes.
“Uhhh…” ZFS says in confusion.
“Oh, bonjour, cousin Zee,” Frenchie says, still flustered. “Ignoring what just happened there, I have been waiting years to show you my latest invention!”
“What is this latest invention, uncle Frenchie?” ZFS asks.
“You might want to sit down for this one.”
ZFS sits down on the floor.
“Yeah, like that. So, what I have here is…”
Frenchie pulls off a cloth from a giant object. Sudden cut back to SpongeBob, who is now navigating his home with the newly acquired map.
“Turn left, then a left, then another left, then a…” SpongeBob gets confused. “Another left? But that’s just a circle! Gary, are you sure this map is correct?”
Gary nods affirmatively.
“Well, I trust you, Gary. I’ll keep going.”
SpongeBob reaches the top of a spiral staircase and looks at the map again.
“How am I going to fix this anyway?” SpongeBob asks himself. “I don’t even know where anything is!”
Just then, a book flies into his hands. SpongeBob reluctantly opens the book and gets jumpscared by a scary face: Narlene. She jumps out and greets him.
“Howdy, SpongeBob!” she says. “Rearranging furniture sure is fun, isn’t it?”
“How did you- never mind. Narlene, did YOU rearrange any of my furniture?” SpongeBob asks.
“Of course I did, feller! I love playing pranks on my favorite people, such as you!”
“Uh, thanks, I guess? But you’re kind of ruining my day here.”
“Well, shucks, SpongeBob. All you had to do was tell me.”
SpongeBob rolls his eyes.
“Well, I could stick around and help you de-arrange your furniture, but I got a feud to deal with back at home,” Narlene says, right before she runs off.
“HEY!” SpongeBob yells at Narlene as he starts chasing her. “You get back here with my de-arrangements!”
Narlene laughs as SpongeBob continues to chase her around the house. Cut back to Zee and Frenchie, where Zee stares at the brand new invention.
“A… an air fryer?” ZFS says in confusion.
“Oh, no no no, that is no air fryer,” Frenchie says, leaning on the invention. “It is a teleportation device!”
“Does it work anywhere or-?”
Just then, Frenchie shoves ZFS into the machine.
“Give it a try!” Frenchie says as he closes the machine and starts pressing some buttons on the outside. “You’ll be teleported to a set of random coordinates in 3… 2… 1…”
The machine starts sparking and turns on. ZFS is immediately teleported to a random location. Frenchie chuckles.
“He’s such an idiot,” he says in between chuckles. “He’s a stupid scientist, and I’m a smart inventor! I’m a genius!”
Back to ZFS, he is teleported to the Bikini Bottom restrooms. A bunch of women glare at him as he is in the women’s restroom, and one of them kicks him out. ZFS is disoriented and manages to stand up.
“Why did he- WHY?!”
ZFS groans in exasperation and brings walking around, realizing that he is in Bass Vegas.
“Ooh, Bass Vegas,” he says. “Maybe I could gamble my problems away.”
He enters a casino and places a giant bet of $100,000. The ball rolls, and everyone watches as it spins around the roulette. ZFS called black 35, which was not called.
“Black 37!” the announcer calls out.
“I win!” a lady in designer clothing yells out as she is given loads of cash.
“Oh, le come on,” ZFS complains. “She doesn't even look like she needs it. I need it more!”
He bangs on the table, and is instantly kicked out of the building. He scoffs and begins walking away.
“I didn't need you guys anyway!” he shouts. “In fact, I’ll go make my own casino, with blackjack and hooks!”
Cut back to SpongeBob chasing Narlene. SpongeBob is holding Gary in his arms while he runs. Gary meows constantly.
“Gary wants justice too!” SpongeBob yells.
“That little feller doesn't want anything!” Narlene yells back.
Gary meows, with the subtitles “We deserve restitution!”, making Narlene frown.
“Well, I'll be darned, he's a traitor,” Narlene says.
“He's my snail!” SpongeBob says, trying to grab onto Narlene’s dress. He slips on a loose board and face plants.
“Na na na na na! You can't catch me!” Narlene taunts. “I'm the ultimate prankster, 4 years running!”
Narlene points to a makeshift badge on her dress. Then, she jumps inside a flower pot to hide inside it. SpongeBob immediately smashes the flower pot, leaving her exposed.
“Tartar sauce,” she says, and Gary begins to attack her face. “Get your scampy little snail off of me!”
“You owe us restitution!” SpongeBob says.
Returning to ZFS, he looks around him.
“Hmm… I could call a taxi and get myself back home…”
He whistles. “Oh, taxi! Venir!”
A taxi shows up in front of ZFS, and he enters the back seat. The taxi driver is a scruffy looking sea urchin.
“Where to, Mac?” the sea urchin asks.
“Le Fancyland, sir,” ZFS answers.
“Fancyland, eh? I can get ya there real quick.”
A few seconds later, the taxi drives at lightning-fast speed, and they immediately arrive in Fancyland. ZFS gives the sea urchin some cash, and the taxi drives off. ZFS sighs and walks back home. However, when he arrives in his lab, Frenchie is seen doing an experiment with ZFS’ equipment.
“Sacre bleu! What in ze baguette are you doing here?” ZFS demands. “And how did you even get here?”
“It’s quite simple, actually,” Frenchie answers. “Le teleportation device.”
“Oh oui… somehow I forgot about zat already.”
“You simply mustn’t forget about my inventions. Anyway, I’m here for a scientist duel.”
“Pardon me? A scientist duel?”
“Indeed, a scientist duel.”
“A SCIENTIST DUEL?!”
“Please don’t wear it out. I’ve been waiting for the perfect time for a duel such as this. A worthy opponent, instead of some amateur scientist from New Kelp City or something. Blech.”
“So, how does zis work, exactly?”
“Well, we both go to opposite sides of your lab. Then, we both try to come up with ze best creation in an hour.”
“An hour? Doesn’t seem like a lot of time to me, eh?”
“Ah, but you can get a lot more done in an hour than you think. The pressure helps.”
“I see. So when does zis duel start?”
“Right… NOW!”
A timer shows up on the screen, showing that there is an hour on the clock. Both ZFS and Frenchie go to their sides of the laboratory and begin brainstorming.
“Hmm, let's see here…” ZFS says in his head. Several things go through his mind, including several inappropriate images which are blurred for the sake of the viewer. Eventually his mind stops at a virtual reality helmet made entirely out of potatoes.
“Le perfection!”
Meanwhile, Frenchie is struggling to think of his own creation.
“So many things I have already created… what to choose?” he thinks. Then, he finally gets an idea: mind control ping pong.
Both parties begin constructing blueprints, both completely in the zone.
Back at SpongeBob’s house, Narlene is now stuck inside a small cage inside SpongeBob's bedroom.
“Let me out of here, you hooligan!” Narlene shouts, banging on the cage.
“Thanks for helping me de-re-arrange my furniture, Gare Bear,” SpongeBob says. “The newly added cage was a nice touch.”
Gary lets out an affirming “meow, meow!” as Narlene starts chewing on the cage bars.
“There's no way that's going to budge, Narlene,” SpongeBob tells her, just before she sets herself free, running around the room.
“I’M FREE AS A CLAM!” Narlene shouts, garnering the attention of Squidward next door.
“Could you CLAM UP? I'm enjoying a bubble bath over here!” Squidward yells off-screen.
“Yeesh, what a party pooper,” Narlene comments. “Welp, I oughta head out now. Feudin’ time awaits!”
Narlene hops out of SpongeBob’s bedroom window and hops along the road. “I'll be back sooner than ya think!”
SpongeBob sighs. “That Narlene. She's trouble.”
Gary meows in agreement..
Bubble transition back to the French scientists, where their arms are working like machines to produce their products.
“So… tired…” just then, ZFS and Frenchie pass out at the same time they both say this.
The camera shows a first-person perspective of ZFS as he closes his eyes. When he later opens them, he sees that Frenchie has disappeared. He sees a note on the table and picks it up and reads it out loud.
“‘Dear Zee French Scientist: I am sorry for attempting to duel with you. I should have known it was too dangerous for the both of us. I have left a gift: your own miniature time machine. Patent pending.’ Wow. What a guy. I know just what I’m going to do with it.”
Cut to ZFS setting the mini time machine to 1939, in Hamburg, Germany. The episode abruptly ends when he teleports there.
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