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[Calypso music playing]
[laughter]
- Cha cha!
[laughter]
- More fruit punch, SpongeBob?
- You know Plankton, when you invited me over,
I thought it was another trick to get the Krabby Patty formula.
Now I see you just love
social gatherings in the workplace.
- Oh, I love office parties.
We've got roller chair races and karaoke.
Hey, I know a gag we could do--
copy our faces on the new copy machine.
- Ooh, should I put my face on the glass?
- Why don't you lay your whole body down?
That glass is big enough.
- [grunting] Blah.
How's this? Like this?
What about this? Is this good?
- Just lay face down and keep still.
[grunts] - Whoo! [giggles]
- All right, party's over. Go home.
- Aw! But I'd like some more fruit punch.
- No more punch for you.
You don't look so good, SpongeBob.
I suggest you take the day off tomorrow.
- Nah, I feel fine.
- Are you sure?
- You know, now that you ask, I don't know.
I think I just felt a twinge.
- You'll be fine if you take tomorrow off.
[grunts] [snickers]
- Yay! - Hello, SpongeBob CopyPants.
Can you say, "secret formula"?
- "See-see for-ma-ma."
- "Se-cret form-ula."
- Secret formula. Secret formula.
- [evil laugh] Yeah.
[evil laughter]
- Now remember, your name is SpongeBob SquarePants
and your assignment is to ask Krabs
for the secret Krabby Patty formula.
- My name is SpongeBob SquarePants,
and I want the secret formula.
- Excellent.
Now off you go. Wait!
Just keeping track of my copy.
- [humming]
- [gasps]
- [whistling]
- What are you doing here? - Oh!
- You said you would take the day off!
- But I feel great today.
- Are you sure? Because you're sweating.
- Ooh.
- [panting] But you can't work,
you have yellow jaundice!
- [laughs]
Oh, Plankton, yellow is my natural color.
- [groans]
- [humming]
Morning. [humming] - Whatever.
- [humming]
Morning. [humming]
- I said whatever.
Wait. Didn't I just-- Didn't I--
[both laughing]
- Boo!
- Ooh. - Ooh.
[both laughing]
- There's only one explanation.
I'm still in bed, and I'm having a nightmare!
[groans] Wake up!
- Hey, I'd like to place an order for two.
- Two? As in two SpongeBobs?
Sure.
This is all just a bad dream, right?
I'm dreaming. You're in my dream.
- That's me, the man of your dreams.
[chuckles]
- If this is a dream, there are no consequences.
I can do anything!
Hmm. Dink!
Huh?
I really am dreaming.
- What's your name, handsome stranger?
- My name is SpongeBob SquarePants.
- Wow! We look alike,
and we have the same name.
That's two things we have in common.
[both laughing]
I always wanted a twin brother.
How do you feel about bubbles?
- I love 'em!
- Jelly fishing?
- The same thing you do.
- How about Squidward?
- Oh, "puh-leaze."
[both laughing]
- I think I'll nickname you... Me Two.
[both laughing]
- Hey, SpongeCopy, good to see ya.
Have you learned the secret formula yet?
- Oh, I can't tell you that. It's a secret.
Oh, by the way, my name is Me Two.
- Me two?
I'm such a deep sea dope.
Now that the copy has come into contact
with the original SpongeBob, he won't tell me the formula.
[groaning]
Time to adjust my plan.
- Wait a minute.
I can't afford two SpongeBobs!
If this is a scheme to collect two paychecks,
forget about it!
You're getting one paycheck split in two.
both: You are too good to us, Mr. Krabs.
- [laughing]
Karen, did you know you're married to a genius?
- How could I forget?
You had it tattooed on my hard drive.
- Now where was I?
Oh, yeah, I saved SpongeBob's digital DNA.
- Yay! - [evil laugh]
- Ooh!
- No, no, SpongeCopy.
We don't put dirty, nasty things in our mouth.
Spit it out.
- Yuck!
Now, Listen!
Your name is SpongeBob SquarePants,
and you're to go straight to Mr. Krabs
and ask him for the secret formula.
- Mr. Krabs, secret formula. Got it.
- And stay away from any other SpongeBobs!
- Got it.
- Ah, ah, SpongeCopy.
- [groans] - [grunts]
You see, this is why I never had children.
- [gulping]
- Yup, I'm still dreaming.
Hello there. Are you enjoying my dream?
Ha! I heard you liked your patties ground.
[laughs] - [moans]
- [gasps] Mister Squidward!
Just what the devilfish do you think you're doing?
- Isn't it obvious, you red-faced tightwad?
I'm dreaming.
What's that under there?
- Under where? Ooh!
- That's right.
[laughs]
* I don't care, I don't care *
* None of this is real
Hm. I always wanted to fly,
and since this is my dream, I'm going to fly!
[laughs]
- Hello, Mr. Krabs.
Hey, can you tell me the secret Krabby Patty formula?
- You want me to tell you the "formular"?
That's quite a responsibility, laddie.
- Secret formula.
- Well, you make a good point.
Lean in, boy.
[eerie hum]
- He's doing it!
He knows the formula!
I can taste triumph.
Wait. No. No!
- Secret formula. Secret formula.
- Hey, look, another handsome devil.
[laughs] We'll call you Me Three.
[all laugh]
Aw, let's go flip some patties.
- Neptune's puddle! [grunts]
Now that SpongeBob's been corrupted by the other two!
What I need is a legion of Bobs, a full-on blitzkrieg of Bobs!
[military drumming]
March. March, my pretties, and learn the formula.
[evil laugh]
[all humming in unison]
all: Secret formula.
- Whoa, you guys are multiplying
faster than sea bunnies. all: Secret formula.
- All right, pipe down.
I'm only gonna tell you the secret formula
one more time.
all: One more time.
[all humming in unison]
- So you've all memorized the formula.
Get to work, while I calculate your paychecks.
all: Yay! Hooray!
- They all know the formula.
- I'll do that.
- Oh. Okay, thanks.
- Let me do that. - Sure.
- I'll polish the pickles.
- Looks like you sponges have everything covered.
- Mm-hmm.
- Hey, you don't look so good.
Can I take you home? Where do you live?
- I came from the Chum Bucket.
- The Chum Bucket?
- * I'm gonna know the formula I'm gonna know the formula *
- Plankton!
Me Two says you made him in a copy machine
so that you could steal the secret formula.
- Well, that's patently ridiculous.
- Uhh...
- You gotta help him.
I think he's sick or something.
- I feel funny.
- Me Two! Me Two!
Oh, what happened to him?
- I was afraid of that.
I thought I'd save some money by using cheap toner.
- What's that mean?
- It means my plan is ruined!
All the SpongeBob copies will fade away now.
- Fade away? All my brand-new friends?
No, they can't!
[crying]
No! Don't disappear!
[crying]
- Quickly, man, before you fade! What's the formula?
- It's easy. You take one part--
[grunts] I don't feel so good.
- Wait. No!
You, the formula!
The formula.
The formula!
Ouch!
[all groaning] The formula! The formula!
The formula!
[all laughing]
- Life is but a walking shadow.
Ah-loobie-loobie-loobie-loobie- loobie-loobie--
[starts] [screams]
all: Loobie-loobie-loobie!
- What's the formula?
- Well, I did it.
I calculated one paycheck
down into 300 separate tiny checks.
Only one of you left?
Here.
- Ah.
[groans]
- Sheesh, what a cheapskate.
I can't believe I failed again!
- I can believe it.
- Wait, are you a copy?
Quick, what's the formula?
- Well, you see, it's--
Nice try, Plankton, but I'm the O.S.--
the Original Sponge. [whimpers]
I can't believe they're all gone.
- Oh, you wouldn't want all those copies of you around.
They were all just imitations, anyway.
- Hey, those imitations were my friends.
- One SpongeBob is more than the world can handle anyway.
You're a unique snowflake.
- Yeah. Thanks, Plankton.
Things did get a bit out of hand with all those me's around.
- Yeah, you're pretty annoying.
Well, you can stomp on me now if that's what you want.
- Plankton, I am unique snowflake,
and snowflakes don't stomp. They skip!
[laughs]
- Well, what do ya know about that?
No comeuppance.
- Gaining speed. - [gulps]
- Increasing thrust, raising nose,
air pressure on tentacles,
tray tables in upright positions,
and...liftoff!
- Eh, spoke too soon.
Comeuppance in three, two--
- [yelling]
[both groaning]
- [groans] Right on my keys.
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