- 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]
[Hawaiian music]
*
- I'm ready. I'm ready.
Ready to steal the Krabby Patty secret formula.
Prepare to initiate plan number...hmm...
number--what's the number?
Oh well, who cares?
- Good question.
- Say wha?
- I said, good luck.
- That formula will be mine.
Out of my way, pinheads.
Move it. Move it. Move it.
Hey there, Schnozzola.
I'm about to show you the advantage of not having a nose.
Say hello to... Mr. Stinky!
[together] What is that? A kitty cat?
Oh, it's so cute. It's adorable.
- That's right, everyone, gather in real close.
Time to trigger the stench.
Yoink.
[bee buzzing]
- [gasps]
[farts]
[together] Ahh! I'll never breathe again.
- Ahhhhhhh!
- [gasping]
- Ahh!
- Huh?
No. No, no, no, no.
No, not the patties!
I'll save you.
[sniffs]
[groans]
- What's all the racket out here?
[sniffing]
[together] Ahhh!
- Get it off! Get it off of me!
- Mr. Krabs, are you all right?
What happened? - I don't know.
Me eyes were burning.
All I saw was a little eyeball and a pair of antenna
and...Plankton!
He's still in there, alone, with me secret formula.
He could be doing anything with it.
He could be reading it.
Gimme yer hand, boy-o.
I need to borrow this.
Okay, I'm going in.
- Good luck, Mr. Krabs.
- Hmm.
Hmm, mm-mm-mm-mm-mm-mm.
Mm?
Why, you little--
- I hope you like percussion, Eugene.
Because these drumsticks really go bongo.
[laughs]
[loud explosion]
Ahh.
What? The old safe-in-a-safe routine?
- Here's another routine:
you're the meat in me knuckle sandwich.
- I'm not hungry.
- Bleh.
SpongeBob!
- Yes, sir. I see the problem.
- Yeeeooow!
[militaristic music]
*
[together] Yay! Hooray! Whoo-hoo!
- [farts]
[together] Ahh!
- Oooh, that was too close, m'lad.
Three more safes and he would have had me secret formula.
Looks like I'm gonna have to beef up security around here.
I'm gonna need you to do me a big favor, laddie.
Take this home with you and hide it
while I reevaluate my security situation.
- Whoa-oh, oh, oh, oh.
But, Mr. Krabs, how do you know it will be safe
from Plankton at my house?
- Pe-shaw, he'll think it's still here.
His tiny brain is incapable of the kind of abstract thinking
that is required for reflection
or thoughtful reasoning and deduction.
He cannot ruminate.
He cannot divine the hypothesis.
He's a tired clown.
He'll never know it's in your house.
- Oh, you're right, Professor Krab-Face.
I'm much too simpleminded to look there.
[cackling]
[jazzy suspenseful music]
*
- [whimpering]
- Hey, there.
- Ahh!
- Pleasant night, eh, SpongeBob?
- Oh, uh...yes.
It's a very...nighty...night for a walkie.
- Ain't that the truth.
Hey, nothing gets past you.
One could say you have the "formula" for honesty.
- Uh, yeah, one could say that, I guess.
Anyway, I gotta go wash my formula--hair!
Hair! I gotta go wash my hair!
Uh...good night, Plankton.
- Yeah, gotta keep that hair clean...and in a safe place.
- Uh, okay, bye.
- Now, remember, Gary.
I'm entrusting you with the secret formula.
- Meow. - Stay sharp, Gary.
Don't let anyone inside.
- Meow. - Bye, Gary.
[humming]
- [cackling]
[knock at door]
- Why, hey, there, little fella.
Is SpongeBob--I mean-- your master at home?
Uh, perhaps I could just come inside for a minute
and demonstrate our fine snail products:
shell polish, slime deodorant, chew toys,
My leg!
Your friends won't tell you this,
but you can really use the slime deodorant, smelly.
[doorbell rings]
- Hello, s... [clears throat]
Hello, sir.
I'm selling Sweetie Patrol cookies.
We have a lovely assortment of fungi and algae flavors.
How many delicious boxes can I put you down for?
If you order ten boxes, I'll qualify for my
Bottom Dweller Badge.
If you order 100 boxes, I'll get my Bling Bling Badge.
You know, you should hide these from your roommate.
She'll eat all of them.
If you show me your best hiding place, I'd be happy to help.
- Meow, meow!
- [growls]
[loud explosion]
Ehhh, note to self:
nitroglycerine is not a substitute
for vanilla extract.
- [growling]
Meow?
[growling]
- [grunting]
I forgot how much I hate pineapple.
- [mumbling]
- Ehh.
- [mumbling]
- [munching]
Hey, this snail litter tastes better than pineapple.
Now, where is that secret formula?
Where is it? Where is it?
Gotta be here somewhere.
[grunts]
Nothin' in there. Ooh, look at that.
Mm-hmm.
[grunts]
Hello. [echoing]
[grunting]
Where the barnacles is it?
Gah!
Where is it? Where is it?
I know you're in here.
You're not fooling anybody.
I went to college.
Nope. Nope. Nope.
[dropper whistles]
Hmm.
- [snoring]
[loud thump]
- Whew.
[cackles]
- [growls]
- [grunts]
[panting]
- Meow?
Ohh-ohh.
- Ehh? Mm-hmm. Uh-huh.
Wah! Wah!
Ahh!
Augh! Oof! Ahh-ahh-ahh-ahh! Ugh! Ahh-ahh-ahh!
- [snickers]
- Ahh!
Ooh!
Ahh! Augh!
Eh, eh, eh...augh!
Ehh, ehh, ehh, augh!
[vacuum whirring]
- Ooh. [grunting]
All right, snail, let's go.
Just you and me.
- [growls]
- Put 'em up. Put 'em up.
Ooh! Oh! Ooh! Oh! Ahh!
- Meow!
- Huh?
Of course.
What a fool I've been.
- SpongeBob's hidden the secret formula inside Gary's shell.
Sheesh, this place is disgusting.
I bet it reeks.
Good thing I don't have a nose.
Ay-yi-yi.
[panting]
Ahh, ahh, ahh, ahh, ahh, ahh!
[panting]
Ahh!
- Gary, I'm home.
[gasps]
What happened here?
Oh, my first Krabby Patty.
I had it bronzed.
Oh, and I was gonna give that to my grandchildren.
Ahh, my Mermaid Man collectable underpants.
Oh, I could have worn them 1,000 more times.
[gasps] My glass of water.
I was gonna drink that.
Oh, the Krabby Patty formula.
Oh, it's safe, and right where I left it.
- [growling]
- Gary, did you do this?
What's the matter, Gary?
Something wrong with your shell? - Meow.
- Something's not right, Gary.
I better get you to the vet.
- Meow.
- [panting]
Whoa-oh, ehh-ehh.
Ha, I lost him.
And now I'm lost.
Ahhhhhhhh!
Ehh...my head.
Ooh, I must be in the center of the shell.
What's that? This is it.
Just like I thought.
It was hidden here all the time.
The secret Krabby Patty formula.
It's beautiful.
The heavenly light.
I always knew I'd see it once I'd gotten the formula.
Let me bask in it's glory.
- Well, that's odd. Who's that?
- Hey, it's Plankton.
- What's he got there?
- Looks like one of my old grocery lists.
- I don't know how he got in there,
but the gasses inside this shell
are making the little guy hallucinate.
He would have smelled the gasses if he had a nose,
like most good-hearted people
[sniffs]
- Ha-ha. I got it!
I finally got the formula!
It's mine! It's mine! It's mine! It's mine!
Open the sparkling apple juice, Karen!
Daddy's bringing the bacon home!
Whoo-hoo-hoo-hoo! Wow!