- Are you ready, kids?
all: Aye, aye, Captain!
- I can't hear you.
all: Aye, aye, Captain!
- * Ohh...
* Who lives in a pineapple under the sea? *
all: SpongeBob SquarePants!
- * Absorbent and yellow and porous is he *
all: SpongeBob SquarePants!
- * If nautical nonsense be something you wish *
all: SpongeBob SquarePants!
- * Then drop on the deck and flop like a fish *
all: SpongeBob SquarePants! - Ready?
all: SpongeBob SquarePants!
- SpongeBob
SquarePants!
[laughing]
*
[waves crashing]
[cool jazz music]
*
- * La-la la-la-la la-la-la la-la-la la-la-la *
Hmm, maybe I could use a little music
to make my work even more fun.
[groans]
Aha! There you are!
Hi!
[rock music playing]
[panting]
- * Yeah, Kung Fu Rock Kung Fu Rock *
* Kick off your socks, get a clap on the chops *
* Swing one, swing two, smack down, pop! *
* That's how you do the Kung Fu Rock *
- Hey, boss, it says, "Closed.
Feel free to slide money under the door."
- Thank you, Professor Lonnie. Here's a flash: I can read!
- Aw, man, I really wanted to sink my teeth into something.
- Hey, there's somebody in there.
*
- Look at that kid go.
*
- Ow-wah!
- * Kung Fu Rock
- What power!
- [fighting yells] - What force!
- What's for dinner?
- Clam it, Donnie.
This kid is bad to the bone.
We gotta get him to join our crew.
- * Ah, hi-yah!
- I just mopped the floor with you.
[laughs]
[sneezes]
Well, good night, Krusty Krab!
[humming]
- Hey, there, killer. My name is Sharkface.
Don't let the teeth intimidate you.
- Hello, Sharkface.
My name is SpongeBob SquarePants.
- Well, hey, there, SpongePants.
You ain't as square as you look. You are one poppin' Porifera.
- I am? Oh, thank you, Mr. Sharkface.
Who are your friends?
- Oh, let me introduce you to my fellas here.
Here's my main man, Lonnie.
- Hey, yo.
- Keeping it cooler than a sea cucumber is Ronnie.
- Hey, hey, yo.
- And that decked out righteous brother
is the one, the only Donnie.
- Hey, hey, hey, yo.
- Wow!
- And we are...
all: The Sharks.
- Ooh, fancy stitching.
- Well, we've seen you doing your stuff inside there,
and I have to say, you got skills, Sponge-o.
- Yeah, skills.
- We could use a fella like you in our crew.
Ever since we lost Jonnie...
- Jonnie! No! - Jonnie! No!
- Jonnie! No-o-o-o!
all: Jonnie! No!
- Shut it.
Hey, look, we got a hole in our crew,
and we need somebody to fill it.
How would you like to join The Sharks?
- Do I get a jacket?
- Of course you do.
- Yay!
I mean, hey, new friends!
- All right, let's bail on this joint,
cruise the neighborhood.
- [giggling]
[tires screeching]
- [grunting] It's the Sharks!
[all screaming]
- [gasps] Are they okay?
- Aw, don't worry about them Bettys.
It's a waste of time.
- Yeah, but what if they're hurt?
- I told you not to worry, but you keep on worrying.
- Cool your jets, Sponge.
- Yeah, don't you trust us?
- I guess so.
[tires screeching]
- Please, have whatever you want!
Take it all! Take it all!
- That guy seemed really scared of us.
- That guy's loony .
- Hey, Sponge-pants, don't be such a maybe-baby.
- Wah! Who's a baby?
- [shivering]
[tires screeching]
[dramatic jazz chords]
[all snapping fingers]
- Stop right there.
Y'all ain't allowed in here no more.
- Give us a break, old man.
- We practically own the place.
- Not after what you did last time.
You wrecked the joint. This is a shark-free zone now.
- What a bunch of hooey.
- Yeah. What are we gonna do, Sharkface?
- The Sharks can't allow this.
all: Yeah. Yeah.
- Um, you know, maybe we should let it slide.
There are plenty of clubs in the sea.
[comical light chords]
[neon buzzes]
- Slow down. This is our spot, Sponge.
[popping sound] Huh?
The Pods.
- The whats?
[popping suckers]
[all popping suckers]
- It's our rivals...
Sharks: The Pods.
all: Pods.
all: Sharks.
Pods: Pods. Sharks: Sharks.
- [whimpering] - Pods!
- Sharks!
[siren wailing]
- The cops! Phew!
- Hold it there, laddies.
Break this nonsense up right now.
- Now, you Pods clear out of here.
- Hey, we'll see you at the showdown, Sharks.
[all popping suckers]
Unless you're a bunch of jellies.
[laughs]
- We're gonna be there, and we're no jellies!
- Not so fast there, boy-o.
There won't be a showdown.
You lads know that's our turf.
- Stay off our beat. This is your final warnin'.
- Cops, always breathing down our gills.
- Well, I'm glad that's all cleared up.
- You're right, Sponge.
We got a showdown to get ready for.
- Oh, uh, didn't you hear?
The nice officer said there won't be a showdown.
- Forget the cops.
It's the Pods we need to take down,
and we can do that, because we got you on our side.
- Uh, me? You know I'm not really the showdown type.
- I thought you was one of us.
- Yeah, a Shark.
- I was caught up in the moment. I just love making new friends.
- Do not shrimp out on us, Sponge-o.
The showdown is at the playground, tonight,
so we're gonna see you there, right?
- Um--[gulps] Oh, okay.
See you guys there. Bye.
- Don't disappoint us, Sponge.
[tires screeching]
- Showdown? I can't fight in a showdown.
I'll have to go into the Witness Protection Program.
I'll have to quit working at the Krusty Krab.
I'll never flip a succulent Krabby Patty ever again.
Oh, what have I done?
Hmm? What's this?
"Ayo, Sponge-o. We were in your neck of the woods
"and decided to pick up your beloved pet, Gary.
"If you want to see him, you better high-tail
"your porous caboose over to the showdown.
Sincerely, Sharkface and the other Sharks."
Gary! No-o-o!
I have to save Gary. I have to go to the showdown!
I have to get ready to fight.
[rock and roll music]
*
Hiyah!
I'm ready.
[tires screeching]
[all popping suckers]
[all growl]
[all snapping fingers]
- I'm ready. I'm ready. I'm ready.
I'm ready!
Back up, Pods. Don't make me hurt you.
all: Huh?
- SpongeBob, what are you doing here?
- Squidward? Oh, no.
I accidentally joined this bad boy gang
and I'm supposed to fight in this showdown
'cause I gotta save Gary,
and I don't want go into the Witness Protection Program,
but I can't fight you, 'cause you're my friend.
- What are you talking about, jellyfish for brains?
We are a troupe.
- A troupe? What do you mean?
- A dance troupe, you numbskull.
This is a dance showdown. No one is going to fight.
- But what about those girls that screamed and fainted?
- Oh, that? That's just our fans.
They scream and faint all the time.
- We love you! [all cheering]
- What about the fruit vendor?
He just gave you his fruit and ran away.
- That guy's a health nut.
He's always worried that we don't eat enough fruits.
- It keeps you regular.
- But what about the club?
The bouncer said you destroyed the place.
- That was a total accident.
That's how we lost... Jonnie.
Jonnie thought he could do a quadruple pirouette.
He lost control, he fell down.
He scratched up the floor pretty bad.
- [groans]
- He won't be able to dance for days.
Maybe even a week!
both: Jonnie, no!
- Oh, brother.
- But you Sharks kidnapped Gary.
- We would never do such a thing.
- Yeah, we were just giving him a ride.
Gary's our DJ.
- Meow.
- Yay! I'm not a criminal by association.
- Will you stop yakking, already?
- You're right, Squidward. Gary, lay down some tunes.
- Meow.
[record scratching]
[all snapping fingers]
[cool jazz music playing]
*
[quirky electronic music playing]
*
[siren wailing]
- Oh, no! It's the coppers!
- We told you to stay off our turf, lads.
- I'm so sorry, Officer. We were just dancing.
- You call that dancing?
Move aside, boy-os. This here is our beat.
[drumming]
[moody island music playing]
- * Hula, hula
*
[tires screeching]
- Oh, no, it's Internal Affairs!
- We're shutting you dirty dancing cops down.
- It's time to pop it... and lock it.
[record scratching]
[hip-hop music playing]
- * Ah, hey!
- * Party's in the house party's in the house *
- * Give it up - * Hey!
It's all over--nobody can beat Internal Affairs.
- Ooh! Leave it to the Sponge.
Ay, yo.
[rock and roll music]
- * Yeah, Kung Fu Rock Kung Fu Rock *
* Kick off your socks, get a clap on the chops *
* Swing one, swing two, smack down, pop! *
* That's how you do the Kung Fu Rock *
* Hi-yah!
*
[all snapping fingers]
- And the winner is...
SpongeBob SquarePants and The Sharks!
[all cheering] - For Jonnie!
- [panting] We saved the rec center!
- What rec center?
- Now everybody's a winner.
[all cheering]
- I didn't win anything.