- 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]
[twangy upbeat music]
♪
- [snoring]
[alarm rings]
- Huh? Huh? What? What? What? What's going on?
Oh, man. What time is it?
I think I overslept.
Gah! I was supposed to meet the girls at the beach!
I hope they stick around till I get there.
All right, time to crush it.
[rock music]
♪
[grunting]
♪
Yeah.
[mumbling]
Ahh, breakfast in a can.
♪
[gulping]
Oosh!
♪
[groans]
[glass shattering]
Facciabrutt'.
I can't let the girls see me like this.
I gotta get cleaned up.
[grunting]
Ah, c'mon.
What's the deal?
Oh!
[grunts]
Hoo-boy, how long was I out?
Ew. Long enough for all this crud
to get stuck on my shell.
[sniffs]
Ohh, nasty.
Ahh, let's get this show on the road.
[scatting]
- Well, there goes the neighborhood...
for the better.
[party horn honks]
So long, you big pink loser.
[laughs]
- [snoring]
Huh?
[yawning]
[humming]
Ohh!
Augh!
- Ohh!
- Pthew!
[trills tongue]
Uuuup.
Time for my pre-breakfast snack.
Come on out, yummy treat.
Smashy! Smashy! Smashy! Smashy!
Whoa!
Ugh! Hey, where are you going, Rock?
I don't wanna move.
I already live next to my best friend Squidward
and the little yellow guy.
[panting]
[grunting]
- Huh? Huh? Huh?
What the? Oh, you gotta be kidding me.
How'd I get back here?
- Mm...doot.
Hup.
- Huh?
Oh. What do you think you're doing,
ya oobatz' parasite? Sheesh.
- What the?
Oww.
- Hi, Rock.
I'm trying to enjoy a snack.
- Hey. The name is Tony, not Rock.
And I think it's time for you to vamoose.
- Huh? What's a...van moose?
[horn honking and tires squealing]
- Heh-heh, you're a few pickles short
of a jar, ain't ya, kid?
I'll make it simple: this is my shell.
I live here. You don't. So beat it!
- Oh, no.
You can't fool me.
This is my rock, and I'm not leaving.
[grunts]
- [grunting]
All right, ya gabbadost', stay up there if you want.
I've got places to be.
- Where are we going?
- Mel's Man Salon.
- Ugh!
- Argh!
- Best place in town to get a manly makeover.
- Oh, heh-heh-heh.
[growls]
- [scoffs]
- Mmm...ooh.
[all mumbling and growling]
- Hey, Tony.
Good to see you again, but you're late.
- Oh, sorry, Mel.
I overslept a little.
- A little? Your appointment was for 30 years ago.
- 30 years? Oh, hey, I never was a morning person.
- Ah, you're tellin' me.
Tony, come on over.
I got a chair all ready for youse.
[light upbeat music]
- Ooh, heh-heh-heh-heh. - Mmm.
- [gulps]
- Mel, you still give the closest shave in Bikini Bottom.
Could you do one more thing for me, though?
- Ah, sure, anything for you, Tony.
- Take a little off the top... of my shell!
- Ehh. Ehhhh.
[grunting]
Ooh!
Uh...heh-heh.
That tickles.
- Well, it was worth a try.
C'mon, kid, time for our next stop.
[stately orchestral music]
- Oh, no, I don't want a bath.
I already had one this year. Ew!
- Don't get your Bermuda shorts in a bunch, buddy.
We're just here for a shvitz.
- Ow!
- [yawns]
I'll tell ya, kid, this is doing wonders for my back.
I must have slept on it wrong for the last 15 years or so.
- [gasping]
- Oh, if it's too hot, you can always leave.
- No way.
I'm just a little thirsty.
[bell dings]
[slurping]
Mmm-ah.
Mmm-ahh.
[upbeat guitar music]
- Here we are, kid. Last stop.
Ho-ohh, there they are.
Hello, ladies.
- Oh, so now he gets here.
- We've been waiting 30 years for you, Tony.
You're lucky turtles live so long.
- I know, I know, my apologies, but never fear.
Tony's...huh?
- Say, who's this?
- Oh, you didn't say you were bringing
your pet parasite.
- Oh, now, this is a cute...
- Uh, hello.
I didn't get all dolled up just to be treated
like snail litter.
[grunting]
That's it!
[grunts]
All right. I've had it up to here with you.
[laughter]
Eh-heh, heh-heh-heh-heh.
Excuse me a second, ladies.
- Arrgh. - Oh hey, Tony.
Check out all this cool stuff I didn't know I had in this attic
I didn't know was here.
- Buttagots.
This ain't your attic, and that ain't your stuff.
- Look.
The kitchen had everything I need to make omelets.
You want one?
Oops. Ah. Time for a new frying pan.
- That ain't a pan, you jamoke.
You're melting my record collection.
- Oh.
Oh, that would explain why the stereo isn't working...
- My hi-fi.
Oof! Pasta vasul.
- Oh. This is so cool.
Look, there's a bed hiding in the wall.
Ooh, I wonder if there's anything else
hiding in the wall.
Maybe candy.
- My wall art!
- No. Nothing here. Dang.
Nope. - Argh.
- [grunts]
- Hyaah!! Get out of my shell!
- Get out of my rock!
- My shell.
- My shell. Uh, duh, wait, rock.
[both grunting]
- [chuckles] This is exciting.
- I've got a fiver on the parasite.
- Hey. That's my butt.
- Oh, yeah?
Well, now your butt is my face.
[grunting]
I'm taking my home home.
- Oh, no, you're not.
- Ehh!
[both grunting]
- Ehh!
[both grunting]
- H-h-h-h-help!
Help! Help! Help!
Help! Help!
Oh.
[both grunting]
[traffic light dings]
[both grunting]
- Hey. Hmm.
[laughter]
- Ha-ha-ha, ha-ha-ha.
- Hey. Get off of me, ya brats.
- Aww, gee whiz. - Just having a good time.
- Aww, you guys...
- [grunts]
- Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
- Hey. You forgot your to-go order.
- Thank you.
Ohh. My shell!
- My rock.
both: Our home!
[sobbing]
- Yeesh. Couple of babies over here.
- Who needs this weepy mess?
- Yeah. We came to see action.
Let's vamoose.
[horn honks]
[both sobbing]
- Oh, Tony, I'm so sorry.
- I'm sorry too, kid.
- If we hadn't been fighting, we'd both still have a home.
[both sobbing]
Hey. Wait a minute.
I know another rock we could share.
- Really? Hey, maybe you ain't so brainless after all.
- [slurping]
Ahh.
- Ahhh.
[scatting]
Hey, ladies, check out my new shell.
both: Ooh, lookin' sharp, Tony.
- [mumbling]
My house!
Come baaaaaaack.
[twangy upbeat music]