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"Pat?"

He threw the bottle into the center of the void and shouted,

The final shake, the one labeled , would either fix everything… or turn Bikini Bottom into a single, confused quantum foam bubble.

Patrick, who had been trying to eat his own elbow for the past ten minutes, gasped. "You can't say that! It's like saying 'Big, wet, silent clown shoes' in a mirror three times!"

Every time he used a shake to jump dimensions, a piece of his original Bikini Bottom shattered and floated away like a broken mirror shard. Patrick forgot he was a starfish and started believing he was a lampshade. Squidward’s clarinet turned into an actual screaming squid. Gary’s shell became a portal to a dimension of angry, talking garden gnomes.

SpongeBob, ever the optimist, ignored the fine print. He shook it. Once. Twice. Three times.