- 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]
[upbeat music]
*
- We interrupt this program
to bring you a Bikini Bottom News Flash.
- [neighs] - Whoa, big fella.
- Mr. Plankton, we've received word
that you're plotting to infiltrate the Krusty Krab
and steal the Krabby Patty secret formula.
Is that true?
- Actually, yes, that is true.
I've got it all worked out.
First I break into the safe and--ehh.
Wait, is this live?
- Yes.
- Don't broadcast my secret plans!
They're secret!
I will destroy all of you!
[panting]
Secret formula, ho!
- [neighs]
- I reckon that classified taste mixture
will be in my hands directly.
[inhales]
[groans]
Ow!
[laughs]
The fool!
He left the safe open.
Open for business, baby!
[groans]
- [laughs]
Gotcha.
- [screaming]
- [laughs]
[suspenseful music]
*
I'm off to make a delivery.
- Ha, that fool.
[groans]
[panting]
And the Krabby Patty is made of...
urchins!
- Ew! Ew!
- Gotcha! [laughs]
- [laughs maniacally]
Yoink!
- Huh?
- [laughing] Yes!
- Pull!
Yee-haw!
[laughs]
- [screaming]
[propeller whirring]
- [groans] - Gotcha!
[laughs]
[mysterious music]
*
- [groaning]
[screaming]
- [laughs] Gotcha.
- Alley-oop!
- [slurping]
[gulps, belches]
- Whee!
Come to daddy, patty!
[groans]
[straining]
[laughs]
- Gotcha.
[laughs]
- Eeh.
- [grumbling]
[yells]
Oh, Karen, he covered me in urchins,
fed me to a seahorse, and stung me to death.
I fly through the air, he flies through the air.
I hide in a stomach, he hides in a stomach.
I have had enough!
- Oh, I think someone needs their ba-ba.
There, isn't that better?
- No, Karen!
That's just not gonna work anymore!
Don't you see? We're done here.
- He said for the 9 billionth time.
You know, Sheldon, if I had a dime
for every time you-- [powers down]
[cricket chirping]
["Taps" plays]
*
- Mr. Krabs, did you see that?
Plankton is retiring.
- I'll believes it when I sees it.
- [whimpers]
- [grunts] Hey, ha ha!
All hands on deck, SpongeBob!
Aye-aye, Mr--whoa!
Oh-oh-oh!
- [laughs]
- Aw, you want to say good-bye to Plankton,
you old softy you.
- That'll be the day.
I don't trust Plankton as far as I throw him.
That's why we're gonna shadow that little twit
and find out what he's up to.
[groans]
- "Welcome to Dullsville: a charmingly boring--"
- Snap your trap, boy-o. You'll blow our cover.
- A new life in a new town.
[laughs]
- I still don't see Plankton doing anything wrong.
Maybe he really is retiring.
- Believes it when I sees it.
- [humming]
*
- Quick, boy, he's getting away.
[both scream]
- [humming]
[bell dings]
- Yes? - I'd like a room, please.
- Very good, sir. - [groans]
- How long will you be staying with us?
- [groaning] - [grumbles]
Forever.
Ahhh!
[groaning]
And so begins my retirement.
[laughs maniacally]
- You see you, lad. Plankton is up to no good.
I bet those are all the fixings for another evil lab.
- Mr. Krabs, I'm gonna be sick.
- [laughs]
Yes.
Yes!
- You see, he's got an evil belt to match those evil shoes.
- Yes!
My plan is almost complete.
[laughs maniacally]
- His plan! Did you hear that, SpongeBob?
He said plan!
- Uh, please, don't shake me, Mr. Krabs.
- Oh, my pretty.
You'll be my best friend from now on.
[laughs]
Retirement is mine.
Mine.
Mine! [laughs]
- Ooh, this is it, boy-o.
He's got an evil laser death apparatus contraption
ready to spring on all of us.
- [laughs maniacally]
[cheerful music]
- Ooh.
[both yell]
[grumbling]
Now that I sees it, I believes it.
- Hurray! I knew you'd get it, Mr. Krabs.
[retching]
- Krabs!
What are you doing in my hotel room?
- [stammers]
Oh.
Good luck on your retirement, Plankton.
I won't give you any more trouble.
- Oh, I know you won't, Krabs,
because I'm at the Krusty Krab right now
stealing that formula.
- Oh-oh, sure. Whatever you say, old-timer.
How would you be doing that when you're all the way over here
in Dullsville, hmm?
- [laughs]
Because I'm a decoy look-alike robot!
Gotcha! [laughs]
- [sighs] So what'd I miss?
both: What?
- That's right, Karen.
By the time those two knuckleheads figure it out,
I'll be knee-deep in secret formula.
Yes, I'll wear my galoshes. Gotta go.
[straining]
In your face, Krabs.
Ha!
[humming]
*
Krabs? SpongeBoob?
Why aren't you in Dullsville?
- We never left, Sheldon.
The Mr. Krabs and SpongeBoob who followed the robot you
to Dullsville were also robots.
Gotcha. [laughs]
- [grumbles] Hate! Hate!
Hate! Hate! Hate! Hate! Hate!
- So the way I see it, Mr. Krabs and Plankton
are just using us as pawns in their dumb secret formula war.
- Agreed.
- Yeah, I mean, who cares if that guy
steals the secret formula anyway?
Grow up, that's what I say.
- Agreed.
- So you're the real Krabs and SpongeBob.
Gimme that!
- Ooh. - [yells]
[all yelling, groaning]
[phone rings] - Yello.
Krusty Krab, may I take your order?
No, Mr. Krabs is unable to come to the phone right now.
He's trapped in a dust cloud brawl.
Yeah, he'll have to call you back.
Gee, I hope our robot look-alikes are okay.
Bless their heart-like pneumatic pumps.
[cheerful music]
*
all: Yay!