Open Mind

Open Mind is the twenty-second episode of Bikini Bottom Jenkins and the seventh episode of Season Two.
==Synopsis==
Old Man Jenkins' memories start jumping out of his head, so he tries to find a way to get them back inside.
==Transcript==
(The episode opens with a wide open shot of a refrigerator. Jenkins opens it to reveal several leftovers)
Leftover 1: Hey, I was tanning here!
Leftover 2: Shut up, Kyle, nobody cares about your tanning hobby.
Jenkins: Jeez, the leftovers are a little feisty this morning. (takes Kyle) Maybe I'll have some of this leftover pumpkin pie. Thanksgivin’ leftovers, mmm. (rubs belly)
Kyle: CURSES!
Jenkins: (closes fridge, microwaves pizza) Now to wait.
Kyle: (muffled) I HATE MY LIIIIFEEEE…
(The microwave beeps, and Jenkins panics)
Jenkins: Why is the microwave beeping? I didn’t do that, did I? …did I?
(Some of Jenkins’ memories start popping out of his head and grow legs to run away. Jenkins notices this and chases after them)
Jenkins: Come back, you scallywags! I’m not ready for Alzheimer’s yet! I’m only a century old!
Memory: (blows raspberry) Too bad! You will no longer be able to remember who your grandson is!
Jenkins: I don’t remember having a grandson but I’m sure that’s a very important thing to remember! Now get back here!
Memory: No! (hides in cupboard)
Jenkins: (groans) I just wanted some pie, I don’t have time for these stupid hijinks right now…
(Jenkins looks inside the cupboard, and the memory jumps out. Jenkins starts chasing after the memory, and several other memories squirm out of his head)
Jenkins: Why you LITTLE-... what was I doing again? (shrugs) Eh, I’ll just go take a nap.
Kyle: (still in microwave) Um, help?
(Jenkins hops onto his couch to take a nap. As he does this, even more memories jump out of his head and start running around the house. Transition to later in the day, when Jenkins wakes up from his slumber. He doesn’t remember anything)
Jenkins: What… where am I? Where WAS I? (looks at hands) Who AM I? Why am I green?
(Jenkins finds a mirror and looks at himself)
Jenkins: I… I have no idea who this is. (touches himself) But it appears to be me. What’s my name?
(Jenkins finds a phone in his pocket and looks through his contacts to find his own name)
Jenkins: “Old Man Jenkins”? Good to know. (puts away phone, wanders around house) Clearly something is wrong here. I don’t remember anything about anything at all. Just that I woke up on that there couch. (scratches head, then sees memories running around the place) Aha! I must’ve lost my memories! (starts chasing after some of his memories and puts them back in his head) Ah, much better. …I just remembered about my grandson. His birthday is today! I gotta remember to send him his birthday wish. Not now, though, I got some memories to catch.
(Jenkins climbs into his attic to see some of his memories hiding inside. He snatches them all and eats them, regaining more of his memories back. He sits back and sighs on the couch)
Jenkins: This is a lotta work. (wipes sweat from forehead) I think I need some help.
(Jenkins dials a number on his cell phone, which is a neuroscientist)
Jenkins: Yeah? …yes, this is Mr. Jenkins again. Yes, I’d like someone to come over soon. Yep, put that on my tab. Uh-uh. Okay, bye now. (hands up) Well that takes care of that. (snores)
(A few hours later, the neuroscientist rings the house’s doorbell, which wakes up Jenkins. He answers, and the neuroscientist appears with a miniature white vacuum)
Neuroscientist: Call me Jimmy. So, the usual memory retrieval, huh?
Jenkins: Eeyup. The usual. (gives the neuroscientist a 20)
Jimmy: ..what, no tip? (mumbling) People these days don’t have the courtesy to tip anymore.
Jenkins: Hmm?
Jimmy: (moves into the living room) Nothing! (starts vacuuming up memories) Just getting to work!
Jenkins: (starts making sandwich) I see. (holds up jar) Hey, is this peanut butter or jelly?
Jimmy: (looks) Jenkins, that's a can of beans.
Jenkins: (chuckles) Oh, yeah. (puts back bean can and takes out peanut butter and jelly jars)
(Jenkins starts to make a sandwich, but some of his memories fall out again, making him pass out on the table. He wakes up to the sound of Jimmy shouting at him)
Jimmy: Wake up, sir! Wake up!
Jenkins: Wha?
Jimmy: You forgot how to breathe and you passed out. Good thing I retrieved your memory for that just in time.
Jenkins: My memories keep falling out. (another one falls out) What do I do? 
Jimmy: Well, we have three options: One, we tape your mind up with some masking tape. Two, we try to find why your memories are falling out. Three, we let your memories fall out for the rest of your life. You are over 100 years old, after all.
Jenkins: Definitely not 3. 1, maybe. 2, seems like a fine decision to me.
Jimmy: Alrighty then. (cracks knuckles) I'm going in.
Jenkins: Wait, what are you gonna- (Jimmy goes inside through his mouth) WHOOAA!
Jimmy: (inside) Hmm. I can't see your brain from here. (exits Jenkins) I need some heavier equipment.
Jenkins: Blech.
Jimmy: (dials number on phone) Yes, is this the Cheeks residence? I need your help.
Sandy: (resting on hammock) Again? Look, Jim, I was JUST able to relax about five minutes ago. What in tarnation is it this time?
Jimmy: Trust me, miss, it's urgent.
Sandy: (sighs) Alright, I’ll take your word for it. It’ll be a sec. (hangs up)
Jimmy: She acts as if helping people isn’t literally her job. (shrugs) But what can ya do?
Jenkins: (scoffs) Women, am I right? (looks at camera)
Jimmy: Exactly? (laughs, then sighs) My wife never finds that funny.
Jenkins: She should learn to lighten up a little. (chuckles)
(Sandy shows up with a giant contraption)
Jenkins: What’s this all about?
Sandy: (sets down contraption on floor) My new brain-alyzer will be able to analyze every aspect of Old Man Jenkins’ brain.
Jenkins: (another memory falls out) I don’t feel safe anymore. (curls into a ball on the floor)
Sandy: It’s even worse than I thought. (turns on the machine) Let’s get this bad boy workin’ ASAP!
(The machine whirs and starts working. A camera pops out of it and scans Jenkins’ body. The screen displays results, which Sandy takes a look at)
Sandy: Hmm, let’s see here… oh. Oh, my.
Jimmy: What is it, woman?
Sandy: (unimpressed) My name is Sandy, sir. Anyway, it seems that Jenkins’ memory receptors are almost completely worn down.
Jenkins: Huh? (another memory falls out and crawls away like a spider)
Sandy: It’s getting worse by the second! We need to find a solution and fast.
Jimmy: You don’t have any ideas?
Sandy: Well, I have a couple. But neither are guaranteed to work.
Jimmy: Welp, let’s give them a shot.
Sandy: Okey dokey, then.
(A montage begins. Sandy attaches electrodes to Jenkins’ brain, which is supposed to stimulate his memory receptors. This doesn’t work, however, and some of Jenkins’ memories latch onto Sandy like a vampire)
Sandy: YIPES! (shakes off memories biting her arm)
(For Sandy’s next idea, she releases a sea bear out of a cage to attack Jenkins)
Jimmy: Uh, what is this accomplishing, exactly?
Sandy: (as the bear mauls Jenkins) I’m trying to create a traumatic memory to scar him for life. This should help him retain any important memories.
Jimmy: You’re a scientist. How did you get your degree?
Sandy: How many?
(Sandy unzips her suit to reveal that she is actually Slappy in disguise)
Slappy: (holds out pliers) Anyone want to pull my gold tooth? It’s on the house!
Jimmy: (shoves Slappy out of the house) Nope!
(The real Sandy comes by, appalled by the situation as she does not have her pelt on)
Sandy: I was taking a shower! Come on!
(For Sandy’s next idea, she uses a soldering iron to stick the memories back in place)
Jimmy: Again, how are you a scientist?
Sandy: Oh come on, I’m running out of ideas at this point! You come up with one!
Jimmy: I don’t know, I don’t study neuroscience! (some of his memories start falling out)
Sandy: What the-? Jimmy? (Jimmy passes out on the floor) What is happening?
(Sandy looks around in fear, and starts biting her nails. Whistling is heard nearby)
Sandy: Where is that whistling coming from?
(Sandy slowly looks behind her as she hears someone breathing on him. She is now standing face to face with the Grim Reaper. She screams in horror as the Reaper brandishes his scythe in front of her)
Sandy: What are YOU doing here? Jimmy can’t be that old… can he?
Grim Reaper: What? The guy’s 58, seems old enough for a good ol’ reapin’ session.
Sandy: But why are you (gestures to Jimmy having a seizure on the floor) making his memories fall out?
Grim Reaper: (opens a random number generator app) According to Fate, it is his time.
Sandy: Wh- Fate is literally just a random number on your phone!
Grim Reaper: Amazing metaphor, is it not? (puts away phone, raises scythe again) Now let me reap this Jimmy guy’s soul, aight?
Sandy: (growls) No you won’t!
Grim Reaper: You can’t mess with Fate, girl. (shakes head) You just can’t.
Sandy: I have the power of science on my side. (aims laser pistol at the Reaper) You better reverse their memory loss… or else.
Grim Reaper: (scoffs) Or else what?
Sandy: (kicks Reaper in the groin)
Grim Reaper: (growls) I felt nothing. It’s on.
(The Reaper lunges at Sandy, who does a backroll to dodge his attack. The Reaper shoots magic orbs at Sandy, to which she deflects with her gloves. The Reaper gasps, and deflects the orbs right back, which return to Sandy at enormous speed, to which she cannot dodge and takes the hit, landing on a wall. Sandy shakes it off and kicks the Reaper directly in the head, which disorients him. Sandy pins him to the same wall)
Sandy: Any last words?
Grim Reaper: No. (uses magic to set himself free, then roundhouse kicks Sandy into the ceiling)
(Sandy gets unstuck from the ceiling and lands on top of the Reaper. She rapidly stomps on the Reaper, making him tumble to the floor. Sandy and the Reaper glare at each other)
Sandy: There’s only one way to settle this fight.
Grim Reaper: (holds up phone) Angry Clams?
Sandy: What- no! Arm wrestling!
Grim Reaper: Good thing I go to the gym twice a week. Bring it on!
(Sandy and the Reaper sit at the living room table and lock arms. Jimmy rings a bell, and they both start to arm wrestle. Sandy pushes the Reaper’s arm almost all the way down, but the Reaper comes back and pushes Sandy’s arm almost all the way down. They are both straining and keep moving back and forth as they continue to wrestle. Jimmy is visibly sweating, and wipes sweat off of his forehead. Eventually, however, Sandy is almost defeated, and the Reaper is still kicking)
Grim Reaper: Give up, please.
Sandy: No! I’ve… come… so… far…
Jimmy: (gets up and opens the front door) I think I’m going to leave now.
(A jellyfish enters the house and into the living room, and stings the Reaper just as he is about to defeat Sandy)
Grim Reaper: Ow! (rubs face) Why did the higher-ups give me pain receptors again?
(While the Reaper is stung, Sandy pushes his arm down and wins the arm wrestling match.)
Sandy: (cheering) Yee-haw! I won! You lost! Restore their memories. Now.
Grim Reaper: I can’t do that! The code of Fate never changes. Mr. Jenkins’ time should’ve come a long time ago. (his phone rings, and he answers) Hello? What do you mean it’s not his time yet? …uh-huh. And what about Mr. Jenkins? …WHAT? How is this guy not dead yet? (sighs) Fine, I’ll reverse his memory loss. But I’ll do it with a very large frown on my face. Bye. (hangs up) That was Mother Nature. Apparently I have made a mistake. My bad. It’s time to do the repair process.
(The Reaper raises his hands as magic balls form in his palms. He releases one ball onto Jenkins, and another onto Jimmy. He promptly vanishes. Jenkins and Jimmy get up, perfectly fine)
Jenkins: What the halibut happened? (points to Jimmy) Why are YOU here?
Jimmy: (rubs forehead) Beats me. (exits) I’m out.
Sandy: (pushing machine out of Jenkins’ house) Looks like my work here is done.
Jenkins: Uh… thanks? I guess? (he is now all alone) What even happened?
(The jellyfish from earlier comes back to sting him in the butt. Jenkins’ memories suddenly come flooding back)
Jenkins: Oh my Neptune… I almost died again. (scratches head) Hmm, am I forgetting something? (shrugs as his phone lays on the table, reads newspaper at the table as the episode ends)
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