[chanting]
[roaring]
[gasping]
Who dares bother me from my sleep?
He started it.
[roaring]
[screaming]
Yay! Pigulon is safe!
Everybody down on the floor.
It's the Fisherman!
[screaming]
No! Not the Fisherman!
Now hand over the moolah.
[whimpering]
Well, good evening, sir. Welcome to the Krusty Krab.
Give me all your money.
Always glad to help a fellow out with a loan.
Loan? I don't want a loan.
I'm the Fisherman. I'm robbing the place.
Well, that is downright unfriendly.
I'm putting you under fry cook's arrest.
Huh? Oh, really? [laughing]
[screaming]
[groaning]
[grunting]
Not so fast.
[grunting]
Well, looks like the hook is on the other fin now, huh?
Know, too, that I beckon the spirit of Rusty's Rib-Eye!
[thundering]
[gasping] Rusty's Rib Eye!
But where's Rusty?
[mumbling]
Rusty Rickets!
A big ghost?!
I thought we were- we were conjuring a rib roast!
I'm outta here!
I'll get help buddy!
Just get me away from this freak!
Nothing better than giving a good scare.
Arr!
[laughing]
It's okay, Gary.
Don't get too comfortable.
[laughing]
Good night, Gary.
[screaming]
[laughing]
[roaring]
[laughing]
[sighing]
Hmm?
[sighing]
[roaring]
[cooing]
[laughing]
[groaning]
Hmm?
Um, Dutchy, Is this gonna be much longer?
Ooh. Oh, Great-Great Grandpa Krabs,
return to us. I beseech thee!
Ha! You're older than they are! Kick 'em out.
I want to speak
with my Great-Great Grandpa Jenkins!
Get 'em, Ancient-Great-Grand-Pop!
[chuckles]
Youthum Ignorami, Elderus Respecticus!
[chuckles] Here we go.
[laughing]
Ha-ha!
You best respect your elders!
My elders will teach your elders a little respect!
Get 'em, Krabses!
Jenkinses, attack!
[screaming]
Hey. Hey!
Uh, you guys are kinda bumming us out.
Yes, we don't get to visit
the land of the living very often.
And we just want to party!
You two party-poopers need to respect your elders
and vacate the premises!
[screaming]
Alright pupil, it's time to apply all you've learned
and frighten this guy's legs off.
With pleasure.
Hee. Hee hee hee. [laughing]
Who's there? That you, SpongeBob?
[gasping]
[screaming]
[screaming] [screaming]
Oooh. Monster mouth with a bucket of ghost goo.
Very good marks. [chuckles]
Nice haunt, swabby!
Oh, what a terrible nightmare.
Oh, thanks for being here, Clarry.
You'll keep the monsters away.
[clarinet playing]
Give me that!
Clarry!
[grunting]
[laughing]
[screaming]
[laughing]
Enough fooling around.
Let's have a good old time, like we used to.
[laughing]
[gasping]
[growling]
You'd better have a darn good reason
for getting me out of bed, boy.
[laughing]
That good enough for you?
[screaming]
Mr. Krabs, Patrick, help!
Sorry, SpongeBob,
this is a part of the story where I run away again,
only I don't know where else to go,
so I'm just gonna go circle around the building.
[screaming]
Looks like a certain foolish sponge has been conversing
with the unliving.
Alright, ya floating nuisances,
time for the boss man to mop up.
Batter up! Yah!
[screaming]
Yah!
[screaming]
Yeah, and go back from whence ye came.
[laughing]
Hang onto your bloomers, SpongeBob.
It's gonna be a bumpy fright.
[laughing]
[groaning] [laughing]
Oh! [laughing]
♪ When you hear The lonesome ring of chimes ♪
♪ That bring the spirits singig Soon your spine is tingling ♪
♪ And there's just one thing To say, ahh! ♪
♪ Eyeballs in the dark dilating Now your heart is palpitating ♪
♪ And there's Only just one thought ♪
♪ That you can convey ♪
[screaming]
♪ Terror all around you You can't get away ♪
♪ We take pride in making sure You have a frightful stay ♪
♪ Join the wretched chorus In the nightmare play ♪
♪ And remember It's all you can scream ♪
♪ At the ghost café ♪
[music playing]
[laughing]
[music playing]
[neighing]
[screeching]
Your soul's going in me fanny pack of despair.
[shrieking]
Now pay up!
Huh?
An I owe you?
Yeah, well, I sorts sold my soul already.
What? To who?
Those guys.
We were here first, pops.
We've all got claims on Krab's soul.
Go to the back of the line.
Now, now, I'm sure we can sort this out.
[bell dinging]
You too, SpongeBob?
He was five bucks short on payday.
[groaning]
[thundering]
[humming]
Huh?
Squidward. Squidward.
What's going on?
Why haven't you called me?
Mother?
Why haven't you called your mother?
[groaning]
Squidems loves his mama.
Why don't you call me then? Why don't you call me?
Why don't you call me?
I heard you don't believe in ghosts.
Ghosts?
As in the Flying Dutchman.
[laughing]
[screaming]
There's no such thing as ghosts. No such thing.
No such thing as ghosts? No such thing as ghosts?
You don't believe in ghosts?
[heavy panting]
SpongeBob?
[laughing]
Ooh. Scary.
No! No! That's impossible!
Ghost! Ghost!