Ahoy, Squidward! GOOD NEPTUNE! SpongeBob, what has gotten into to you, son?!?
I think he's in some kind of self-induced trance.
No, Squidward. This is worse. He's got the Thousand-Yard Stare. I had it once meself back in me service days. [shakes SpongeBob] What is it, lad?!? Quick, we're losing money!!!
[SpongeBob's hat falls off, exposing a calander in it; Mr. Krabs reads it]
It's the boy's tiny calendar. And he has circled today's date. [reads the circled date] "Important Food Critic Visits Krusty Krab"!?!?
That's what's causing all this? Only a complete idiot would worry about what some critic has to say.
[Mr. Krabs adapts the same Thousand-Yard Stare as SpongeBob and they both shudder in horror]
I rest my case.