Well, after seeing this float,
everyone will rush to the Krusty Krab.
How you set up with those expired fries, boy-o?
Good and greasy, boss!
Ready Mr. Squidward?
No I'm not! I can't see a thing
with SpongeBob in front of me!
Excellent! It's our turn!
Let's move it out!
Next up, we have the Beefy Bros from Larry's Gym.
Oh, look at those meatheads pump iron.
Ha ha.
That's some impressive muscle hustle.
And here comes Mrs. Puff; oh, as her own balloon.
Whoa. I want that balloon.
Patrick's rock is one float that doesn't float.
[screeching, groaning]
Oh, looks like Bubble Bass has hitched a ride
with Mermaid Man and Barnacle Boy.
And what's this?
Not to be outdone, it's Fred in his incredible my leg mobile.
My leg! My leg! I'm in my leg!
I smell grease.
Oh, that's not me you're smelling, king.
It's the float from the Krusty Krab.
Serving over a million Krabby Patties daily
- to hundreds. - Hey, hey!
Ah, there's everybody's favorite tightwad, Mr. Krabs.
Well, there's something new, french fry confetti.
[groaning]
[laughing]
Time to meet your doom, Krabs.
[grunting]
[chuckles]
Secret formula at 12:00.
Hang on, folks.
It looks like the parade's got a last minute entry.
I'd say it's some kind of rancid hot dog on wheels.
No. Folks, I believe this is Bikini Bottom's
own evil genius, Plankton.
Oh ho ho.
It didn't take long for anarchy to begin this year.
It's the wrong way! A Nor'easter! A perfect storm!
Ah, it's chaos and confusion,
a tradition here at the Bikini Bottom parade.
- Yah! - AH! AH!
Well, looks like there's something new on the menu.
[Squidward] Ow.
The Krusty Krab float is coming in hot.
[laughing] My leg.
[laughing] My leg mobile!
And here we see the domino effect in action.
Huh?
My champion.
[grunting]
Larry can't lift this kind of weight.
[groaning]
Ladies and gentlemen, this parade has creamed
into a calamitous catastrophe of crashing and chaos.
[screaming]
[laughing]
Baby wants his secret formula.
[laughing] [screaming]
No, no, no, no, no.
No, Plankton. No, Plankton. No, no.
[laughing]
Whoo hoo hoo hoo hoo!
Abandon float! Whoa!
[screaming] Wait for me!
[banging]
[shattering]
It's mine. It's mine! [laughing]
[sighing]
Why's he want that useless prop anyway?
Because SpongeBob wrote the secret formula
on that paper.
Wait. What? What? What?!
[shattering]
[laughing]
It looks like one last float from the local gas station
is making a combustible entry.
Well, folks, this parade has now officially been declared
an apocalypse. [chuckles]
[grunting]
No! No! I almost had it.
[chuckles] Come on, boy-o.
Let's go back to the Krusty Krab,
where I can punish you proper with unpaid overtime
for doing such a foolish thing.
Yay!
Aha! I got something.
An ingredient to the secret formula.
♪ I got an ingredient I got an ingredient ♪
Hmm. Salt.
That's right, baby, salt! It's got salt in it.
I'm cracking the code!
All I have to do now is add the right ingredients
to salt and voila.
I'll have the Krabby Patty secret formula.
You know, I really am a genius.