[light accordion music]
*
[bubbling]
[children laughing]
- I cannot believe I let you talk me into this.
- Oh, come now, Mr. Squidward.
Catering is a great way for you
to make a little extra money.
And me to make a lot!
- [screaming]
- Any ideas?
- [grunts]
How's that?
- Perfect, now get out there
and feed the rest of those kids.
[children screaming]
- They all seem so...
full of germs!
- Why, of course they're full of germs.
They're kids.
Why do you think I'm wearing this full-body latex covering?
[laughs]
- Okay, I'm going in.
[inhales]
Krabby Patty? Krabby Patty?
[groans]
- Ooh, ooh, oh,
ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh.
- You're contaminating the food.
Just pick one.
- [sneezes]
[laughs]
- [screams]
I've been infected!
[children munching]
- [vomits]
[children screaming]
- Hey, kids, I'm a--
[children screaming]
- [screams]
[all screaming]
- No, no, no!
- Hey, I'm not paying you
to play hide-and-seek.
These children want to be entertained.
Get down here.
- [screams]
- I want a balloon animal.
- Uh, um.
[grunting]
- What is it? - A rock.
- Whoa! [screaming]
- Okay, birthday boy.
Take a swing at that piñata, son.
- [grunting]
- Oof.
[laughs]
Don't hit nice old Mr. Krabs.
It's the piñata you want, son.
- [grunts]
[coins clinking]
- Me money!
Do I look like a piñata to you, boy?
- Yes, get him!
- [chuckling]
- [screams]
[children cheering]
*
- [screams]
- [laughs]
Higher! Go higher!
[heavy metal music]
Uh, don't forget to take your shoes off before bouncing.
- [giggles]
[explosion] - Ow!
- [exclaims]
We have to get out of here.
These children are menaces.
- They tore off my head.
- [exclaims]
Maybe we should make a break for it, Mr. Krabs.
- I want my birthday cake.
- [screams]
- Cake, cake!
[screams]
- Come on, men, let's cheese it!
[screaming]
[all grunting]
- Oh, my, are you the high-class caterers
I hired for an extraordinarily large sum of money?
- Yes! - No!
- Yes.
- No!
- Yes.
- I do not have time for this tomfoolery.
I have a mansion full of very high-class guests
waiting for very high-class catering.
Are you they or are you nay?
- Indubitably, madam. We are your high-class caterers.
- But where are your tuxedos?
- Tuxedos? Oh, just give us a moment
to suit up, me good lady.
- Now, where are we going to get tuxedos from?
- You. - Hey, what are you--
- [grunting]
Ew.
- Ready to serve you, Miss Money Bags--
er, I--I mean, ma'am.
- Very nice. Here is your payment.
- [gasps]
[exclaiming]
- Mr. Krabs, you can't take that check.
We're not high-class caterers.
- We are anything we need to be
for me to make this money.
Unless you wanna go back to the kids' party.
[all screaming]
all: No!
- That's what I thought.
Then start setting up inside.
- [groans]
[bubbling]
- This place is so shiny.
- Yeah, and so are the people.
- Oh, there's no way these people are gonna think
our junk food is high class.
- Hmm, you might be right.
SpongeBob, go find something to fancy-up the food.
- Fancy. Got it, Mr. Krabs.
- Good, now I'll just get the lay of the land around here.
- I want my birthday cake!
- Great Neptune's ghost!
- I want my cake! I want my cake!
- Hey, kid, easy, easy. Just calm down, will ya?
I got your cake. - You did?
- Yeah, yeah.
Your birthday cake
is right through here.
- Where? I don't see any--
- [laughs]
Won't be seeing him again any time soon.
[screams]
- I. Want. My.
Birthday. Cake!
- [sighs]
- I want my birthday cake!
- [screams]
[panting]
- What do you think of this, Mr. Krabs?
I call it "Krabby Pâté."
Classy, huh?
Serve it while it's hot, Patrick.
- SpongeBob, were those jewels on the patties?
- Yeah. You said "Fancy-up the food,"
so I found some shiny stuff for garnish.
Got a whole box. - What the--
[gasps] SpongeBob, you can't
just go around taking people's precious jewels!
- Well, I'm sorry, Mr. Krabs.
I was just doing what you told me.
- [groans]
Don't worry about it. Just tell me
where you got them gems from.
- Oh, upstairs.
I went left, then right, then double and triple right,
then down, up, and right 18 more times.
Then do four somersaults, a barrel roll,
jump backwards twice, spin till you get sick...
[gags] And you're there.
- Okay. - Fancy foods!
Get your fancy foods here!
[chewing]
Delicious.
- I love delicious stuff. My turn!
[gobbling]
Yummy.
- I'll take a slice of that.
- Mine!
[growls]
- Ouch! - [barking]
[gobbling]
[all gasp]
[plate shatters]
- Who wants food?
I'm a mindless drone with food.
Working for the man. Huh?
[light jazz music]
[shimmering]
- Ooh.
- [clears throat]
- Here you go, princess.
[chuckling]
*
- Whoa!
- Let's do this thing.
[shrill squeaking]
Hey, where you going?
[shrill squeaking]
Oh, down here.
[shrill squeaking]
I never heard of a marching quintet.
[squeak] Uh, wait for me.
Wait, wait, wait, wait for me. Wait, wait--
[clarinet squeaking]
Hey, hey!
[clarinet squeaks]
- All right, what did he say?
18 rights, then four lefts, or five?
Ooh.
- I want my birthday cake!
- [screams] Oh, you--get off.
Enough of this. [grunting]
- If you don't get me my birthday cake, I'll set off...
- [screams] - All these fireworks.
- Give me those.
Young boy like yourself
shouldn't be playing with fireworks.
They're too dangerous.
- Gosh, no one ever cared enough about me to explain that.
It's like you're my real father.
May I hug you?
- Ooh.
- Mr. Krabs?
- [screams] Oh, uh, quick, in here.
- Why, father? Why?
- Mr. Krabs?
- Um, yes, ma'am?
- Mr. Krabs, we seem to be having some problems
with the food service.
- Mine, mine! - [gags]
- Mine, mine!
- Uh, I'll be right down to have a look.
Just need to find something here.
All right, where was I?
Four somersaults and a barrel roll, I think.
[grunting]
- [yelling]
[growls]
[panting]
- Patrick, no.
The food is for the guests.
[both grunting]
*
[clarinet honks]
- What the--? [inhales]
[exhales]
- So then, I was all like--
Oof. Well, I never.
- Food fight!
[all murmuring]
[exclaiming]
- Oh, my.
- Whoa. [belches]
This must be the place.
Hello? Ooh.
Ooh-ee.
That is one big-- water bed?
- Birthday cake! - Dogfish.
- Hi, Daddy! - Don't call me that.
And stop jumping on that water bed.
You'll pop it.
- Okay, Daddy.
- Get over here.
Why, you little-- - Hah, Daddy!
- [growls] - Whoa, whoa, whoa!
- Uh-oh. - Whoa, whoa, whoa!
[splash]
[all yelling]
- Stop it, everyone!
You're ruining my par-- [exclaims]
Oh, no, you did not.
[screaming]
- Barrel roll, four somersaults.
[water splashing]
Look out, flood's a-coming!
- [grunting]
- Nice doing business with you.
- Come back here!
[all screaming]
- Huh?
[screams]
- [panting]
[skidding]
Whoa!
[fuse sizzling]
[groans]
[sniffs]
Oh, no.
[rockets hissing]
all: Ooh.
[screaming]
*
- [cheering]
My cake!
- My check!
- My party!
- [laughing]
- [screams]