Jackpot. Ice cream sandwich.
[humming]
Mmm. Ooh, nice and toasty in here.
I'll be back for you later.
♪ I got a Krabby Patty For my favorite Pat ♪
♪ A Patty Pat For my favorite Pat ♪
Here you go, Patrick.
Oh, mommy, it's hot in here.
Who's that?
Oh, Neptune, I'm melting.
Mr. Krabs' air conditioning must be malfunctioning.
He could be mildly uncomfortable!
[panting, grunting]
No, wait. Don't.
Ah! Mr. Krabs! Are you okay? Speak to me.
♪ Wah ooh wah ooh wah ooh wah Wah ooh wah ♪
[crying]
This doesn't look good. He melted all over the floor.
[crying]
Mm, strawberry. Poor guy.
Mr. Krabs. Tasty puddle.
He's, he's... he's dead. [crying]
[laughing]
Oh. Oh, look at that.
And right before his big date tonight. What a shame.
A date?
Oh, must love die meltily in my arms too?
[crying]
I guess he's just an empty shell of the man used to be.
[snickering]
Hey, Squidward, you're right!
Only Mr. Krabs' insides melted, his shell is fine!
Maybe if we fill this back up with organs, he'll be okay.
Say what now?
- Plankton! - I didn't do it!
We would like to purchase one large drum of chum, please.
Extra organ-y.
Say what?
How do I know this isn't a plot to steal my secret chum formula?
[laughing]
Yoink!
Enjoy your chum drum. Yum, yum!
Thanks, Plankton! Love you!
Well, alright. Let's put some kick back in this crab!
[grunting]
[clanking]
[grunting]
Hmm, we're still missing something...
[snapping] Oh!
A little zaparooni ought to do it.
The spark of life! Doot!
[grumbling]
He's alive! He's alive! Oh, he's alive!
[moaning]
Mr. Krabs seems... kind of dumb now.
Well, Patrick, he has had a rough day.
We'll just have to remind him of everything
that makes him him again.
Don't you worry, Mr. K. We'll have you right back up
to speed before your big date tonight, I promise.
[mumbling]
[sighing]
[dinging]
Ooh, I'm done.
[grunting]
Oh, where'd me shell go?
I'm never that careless with me carapace.
[watch beeping] Oh no, I'm running late!
Just have to grab me spare suit from home.
Let's see, if I time this right,
no one'll notice me ol' naked nethers.
[crunching]
[grunting]
[crying]
[grunting]
Okay, Mr. Krabs, this is your final test.
What do you like more: money or cookies?
Don't say cookies, don't say cookies,
don't say cookies.
Money.
Right! You're all ready for your date with Mrs. Puff!
Hooray!
[babbling]
[grunting]
Haha! I made it!
Ew, Daddy! You're naked
and ruining my cheerleader's slumber party!
[screaming]
Hey, hey, hey, Mr. K!
We don't want to see your booty today!
[screaming]