- 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]
♪ ♪
- [crowing]
- [yawns]
[grunting] Oh, yeah.
There we go.
- Hee-hee-hee-hee-hee-hee.
Fluoride to Desktop,
I'm in a position to raise no suspicion, over.
- Cut the poetry, Wordsworth.
Did you get Krab's hair sample yet?
- Keep your pants on, woman.
I'm gonna steal his hairs right out of his razor.
- I'll just grab the razor here...
- Wait. No. Auugh.
[grunting]
[coughing]
Ehhh!
- [whistling] - [gargling]
- Now for the rest of it.
- Augh!
[groaning]
- Well, if it isn't my thieving husband.
So did you bring me the...
- [groans]
- Hair?
I only needed one.
- Hee-hee-hee.
You married a genius, Karen.
Using the DNA from Krabs' hair
and my own DNA from my antennae...
Ouch!
I will create a combo-clone of me and Krabs
to finally steal the secret formula.
- [grunting]
Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha.
Behold Plankrab.
- [grunting]
Heh-heh-heh.
Arr-arr-arr-arr-arr.
- How is this a good thing?
- Wake up, Karen.
The Plankton side will know everything
the Krab side knows.
It'll be easier than taking candy from a baby.
- Mm, and we know how successful that was.
- [gobbling]
- This is different,
isn't it, Plankrab, my pretty?
Now, here's my plan.
- Don't waste your breath, Plankteron.
I already mapped out the perfect plot
to swipe that formuler-ererer.
- Great! See you soon, P.K.
[sighs] I love that guy.
Well, half of him anyway.
Heh-heh-heh-heh-heh-heh.
[coughing]
Still got a hair in there.
[scatting]
Where is Plankrab with the secret formula?
It's been over three minutes already.
Augh!
- Hmm, ooh. [grunts]
- All right, Twoface, what's the big idea?
What have you been doing all this time?
- Oh, nothing much-erer.
Just stealin' the formuler-erer...
- Uh-whaaa?
- Taking over the restaurant-erer...
both: Hooray for Plankrab.
He's the best boss ever.
- And kicking Krabs out on his booty-erererer.
- [sobbing]
- B-b-but how?
- All it took me, Hardy, was a hearty handshake,
the world's most persuasive handshake that is.
It's me latest creation.
Put her there-erer, matey.
- An evil handshake.
That's hands down the dumbest thing I ever--huh?
Oh. Ohh. Heh-heh, yeah.
Oh, ohh, ahh, ahh.
Yeah, yeah. Ahh!
Yeah. Ohh-ho.
Oh, your handshake is exquisite.
I'd believe anything you say.
- Then believe this, Swabby.
I'll also be commandeer-ering the Chum Bucket from now on.
- Ahh-ahh.
Sounds great to me, P.K.
- And I'm afraid your services
are no longer required-ererered.
- Gosh, I still can't get over this handshake.
Ahh!
Augh!
I'm over it now.
- Ahh! Plankton.
Some creepy, one-eyed crab took me restaurant.
[sobbing]
- Wait a minute.
I think he took mine too.
[both sobbing]
- I-I-I don't know what happened.
But that was some handshake of his, huh?
I mean...hoo-hoo!
- Snap out of the handshake.
It's a trick, Krabs.
A dirty, beautiful trick.
[dramatic music]
♪ ♪
- Ahh! - Ahh!
- [grunting] - Ugh!
- Say, his Krabby Patty tastes even better than usual.
What's in it, SpongeBob?
- Well, it's the same old patty,
except now each one has a pinch of chum added.
- A pinch of ch-ch-ch-chum?
- Good work, me boy-o.
- Wow.
- Me boy-o?
[sobbing]
- [sighs] There's only one way to get
our restaurants back, Eugene.
- Ahh! You don't mean...
both: We gotta work together.
- [coughing]
Hair.
[upbeat music]
- ♪ Doo-doo-doo ♪
Mm-hmm. Mm-mm-mm.
Heh-heh-heh.
♪ Doo-doo-doo ♪
[whistling]
[both chuckling]
- Hey, what the...
[all grunting]
- Hee-hee, hee-hee-hee, hee-hee.
- Ugh!
- Heh-heh-heh-heh-heh.
both: Ohh!
- [whistling]
- [groans]
He may have taken our restaurants,
but we'll take his customers.
[both chuckling]
[bell dings]
[laughter]
- This way.
[horn honks]
Drive-thru. Literally.
both: Waahhh!
- [whistling]
- All right, all right.
I can't go any lower, Eugene.
Please make it stop.
- Ehhh...ugh!
- It looks like there's only one way
out of this one, Sheldon.
- Oh, no. You don't mean...
- Yeah. I'm afraid so.
- [whirring]
- That'll be all for now, Spongematey.
- Oh, could I just have one more handshake, Captain?
- [chuckles] Sure as yer born.
- Ohh.
- So you two scallywags want to work for me, eh?
both: I wanna be the manager.
Arrgh.
- Well, you're both in luck.
It just so happens I'm looking
for two new manager-erers...
- Ahh! - Yeah!
- To manage me toilets.
[chuckling]
Well, here's another fine mess you've gotten us into.
- [whimpering]
[coughing]
Hair.
[both grumbling]
- The humiliation in here stinks.
- This is all your fault, Plankton.
I'm gonna keel haul yer face at lunchtime.
- Why wait?
Let's take a coffee break. Pow!
- Ohh. - Argh.
- [groaning]
Swirly.
[both grunting]
- Hey, I am trying to read.
Ahh! Hey!
Ahh! Ahh!
- [chuckling] - Ehh-ehh...ehh.
- Hmm?
- Two guys...fighting... toilet paper everywhere
- Oh, yeah?
Who's defiling me rester-ererooms?
[both grunting]
- He did it. - He did it.
- No, he did it. - No, he did it.
- Hmm? Hmm? Hmm? Hmm?
- Get off of him, Plankton.
- It was obviously Krabs' fault.
- Why are you siding with Plankton?
- Why are you siding with Krabs?
- They're arguing.
- And splitting up.
- Stop hitting myself. - Ow.
Stop hitting myself.
I'm sick of you.
- What in Neptune's name is wrong with meself?
Ahh! Oof! Oh!
[grumbling]
- Jeez, is that what we sound like?
- I hope not, 'cause that's pathetic.
both: I can't stop hitting meself,
because I'm torn.
Arrgh!
[whistles blowing]
- All right, you clones, I want a clean fight,
no rough stuff. Go back to your corners
when the bell rings and come out fighting.
- But first, you gotta shake hands.
- Well, fine.
both: Ooh, mmm.
- Wow, this is a great handshake.
both: Ehhhh.
- Splitting? So soon?
[laughter]
- Oh, you.
- [coughing] Hair.
- Here me, bucko.
Let me get that for ya.
- Bleh!
- [chuckling]
Freedom.