together: One, two, three, four.
I declare a thumb war!
[both straining]
[dramatic music]
- Huh? - Yah!
[bell dinging] [laughter]
- Now that was a great thumb war, mister.
- It was Patrick, but now we will let peace prevail.
Let us sign this treaty,
and our thumbs will live in harmony.
[laughter]
Great job, Patrick.
- Gee, thanks, SpongeBob. That means a lot.
- Wow, giving someone a thumbs-up feels great!
- Boy, these Krabby Patties are delicious.
- I'll say. They're absolutely stupendous.
- Well, you guys are stupendous customers.
- [gasps]
That thumbs-up really touched my heart.
- Yeah, me too.
It's like there's a thumbprint of happiness on my aorta.
[heart thumps]
- [humming like a train]
Flipping.
- SpongeBob, you shifty sea-slacker,
have you counted the cups like I told you to do?
- I sure have, Mr. Krabs.
Five.
But thanks for being on top of the situation.
You're a fantastic boss.
- Well, thank you.
That's nice of you to say.
Now back to work!
- Yes, sir!
- Oh, SpongeBob,
do you have one of your precious thumbs-up for me?
I would just love to get one. [snickers]
- No, Squidward, I do not have a thumbs-up for you.
I've got two thumbs-up!
- Oh. That's...thank you.
I think.
- [whistling]
Whoo!
Hey, Sandy, I'm giving your outfit two thumbs-up.
- [giggles] This old thing?
It's just something I threw on.
- Well, girl, you really make it work.
- Okay.
[laid-back music]
*
- Excuse me, I'm trying to find the Goo Lagoon
and I'm totally lost.
- Great job on not being afraid to ask for directions.
Hm...that way? Okay.
- You got the right stuff, golden boys.
- SpongeBob, don't you think that you may be using
the thumbs-up just a teensy bit too much?
- Are you kidding?
The thumbs-up is an iconic, internationally-recognized sign
of positivity and affirmation.
Boop! - Yeah, I know.
But when you do it all the time, the thumbs-up loses its meaning.
It becomes not special.
- Well, I happen to think
you can never give too many thumbs-up.
- I don't know, SpongeBob.
I think you should be careful.
- Oh, Sandy, don't be such a worry whale.
What could go wrong?
[humming]
Ah.
Whoo, I'm giving away thumbs-up today.
Hey, guy. Way to wait.
- Who, me?
[playful music]
Yeah... [whistling]
*
- Hey, guy. Way to walk.
*
- [whimpers]
[tires squealing]
[thud] - Oh, this feels great.
*
- Way to flick that eye booger--
[train whistles blowing]
[dramatic music]
*
[cawing]
[baby crying]
- Thumbhawk one. Thumbhawk one.
This is Thumbhawk two. We got two thumbs down.
Repeat. Two thumbs down!
- Thumbhawk one here, copy that.
Initiate emergency procedures.
- Initiating on my count.
Three, two, one.
[screaming]
*
- Oh, my thumbs. My thumbs!
How's it looking, Dr. Manfish?
- Well, I'm afraid it doesn't look good, SpongeBob.
It seems you've severely damaged your ulnar collateral ligament,
possible from some kind of repeated action.
- An action like a thumbs-up?
- Certainly that is one possibility.
Hitchhiking could be another.
- But doctor, I will be able to use my thumbs again, right?
- SpongeBob, I can't say that for certain.
I'm only a board certified thumbologist.
I don't know everything.
I can only say that we must give it time and see.
There are limits to science.
But you should prepare yourself for the possibility
that you may never regain the use of your thumbs again.
- [coughing]
- All right, you boneless invertebrate lazy bones...
[chuckles] Come on.
Flip them patties, boy-o, just like the old days.
- Aye aye, Mr. Krabs.
[straining]
- Uh, let me give you a hand. My thumbs work.
- No! I can do it.
[groans]
[straining]
[slap]
- I'm sorry, son, but I have a business to run.
I'm gonna have to let you go.
- That's okay, Mr. Krabs. I understand.
- Now where's me new fry cook?
There he is! Come on in here.
- [straining]
[grill sizzling]
Uh, sorry, SpongeBob.
- Patrick, I'm glad it's you.
Better than some weird stranger, right?
- Uh, yeah, I guess.
I probably won't even be able to do good flipping.
- With a little practice, you could do anything.
[groans] Oh...
[all gasp]
- Ol' Patty flippin' patties.
Who'd a' thunk it, huh?
[all laugh sadly]
- Poor kid.
[somber music]
- * Thumbs are opposable, thumbs are great *
* We share them with the monkeys and with the apes *
* You can grab, you can tie, you can pinch a cheek *
all: * But without your thumbs, you're all thumbs *
* All thumbs, no thumbs *
* Busted up your thumbs
* Sucking on your pinkie would sure look dumb *
- * You'll never hitch a ride or pull out a plum *
all: * Without your thumbs, you're all thumbs *
- * Thumbs, thumbs
all: * All thumbs, no thumbs *
* Feels like a crime
* Can't pull on a zipper or flip a dime *
* And forget about chopsticks
* You'll starve every time *
* Without your thumbs, you're all thumbs *
- * Thumbs, thumbs, thumbs
all: * Thumbs, thumbs, thumbs
- * Without your thumbs
* You're all thumbs *
- [whispering] Thumbs, thumbs, thumbs.
- [knocking] SpongeBob, it's me, Sandy!
Hey, SpongeBob! I haven't seen you in days.
What'cha doin'? - Waiting for autumn.
- Come now, it can't be that bad.
- Leave me, Sandra. Forget you ever knew me.
Erase from your memory the face of this useless sponge
with these mutilated thumbs!
- [gasps] Don't give up, SpongeBob!
You have to find something you love.
Something to live for.
- Ha. And what might that be?
- I don't know, SpongeBob.
That's a question you have to answer for yourself.
[somber music]
*
- Sandy? Sandy.
Sandy, come back!
I need you to help me open this jar of peanut butter!
[straining]
[glass shattering] [sobbing]
Enough sitting around feeling sorry for myself.
[inspirational music]
*
[straining]
*
- [shouting]
*
- Um...
Oof. Turn over.
[meat sizzling]
- My thumbs are better, and I am ready to work.
- The job's taken.
- Well, I'm taking it back.
- Just how you gonna do that?
[dramatic music]
- Thumb war.
- En garde.
together: One, two, three, four.
I declare a thumb war!
[swords clanking]
[both grunting and straining]
*
- Whoa!
[all gasp]
[swords clanking]
- Ooh. [shouts]
Admit it. You have been bested.
- Never.
*
- Then prepare to be pinned.
- [groaning] - Don't give up.
Something to live for.
all: Something to live for!
- [sucking]
[swords clanking]
all: Whoa!
[both straining]
[swords clash] - Yeah!
- SpongeBob wins!
[all cheering]
- SpongeBob, you old patty jockey.
Welcome home, son.
- Uh, it's okay. I hate work anyway.
[laughter]
- Oh, Patrick.
- No, but really, I do hate work.
[laughter]
- [laughing]
Everybody's laughing!
Oh, hey, SpongeBob.
I got something for you.
- Yes, Patrick?
[mellow music]
all: Ooh.
[all cheering]
[fireworks exploding]