Mr. Krabs! There's a red, giant, bearded lady
with a fire-breathing boot attacking the camp!
Oh, you don't say.
Congratulations, you get to hoist the flag today.
I haven't had my coffee.
[gasping]
I'm Santa.
You know? Ho, ho, ho.
[coughing]
Ew, peppermint breath!
Never fear, weaklings. The jocks will save you!
[grunting] Hi-yah!
Ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow.
[screaming, grunting]
[screaming]
[cheering]
Oh, oh. Oh?
[gasping]
He doesn't have a belly! It's just a bowl full of jelly!
[gasping]
I wish I had a bowl full of jelly.
Please don't hurt me. I have 10,000 elves to feed.
See? Oh, this one's the baby.
Ha! [chuckles]
That shut him up.
[gasping]
Huh?
Aw.
Candy from strangers!
Spit out those treats and retreat!
[screaming]
Huh?
[screaming]
Oh, how do we get rid
of that jolly giant now, Mr. Tentacles?
How should I know?!
Do I look like a jolly giant killer to you?!
You need a jolly giant to vanquish a jolly giant.
And that jolly giant is me!
[grunting]
I'm not big enough!
Oh, no?
[grunting]
[sighing] You tried, Santa.
If the kids don't believe, they don't believe.
I believe!
Huh?
I believe that you just crossed the line, weird beard.
Ho, ho, ho! Merry Christmas, my friend.
There's no need for alarm.
- Ho, ho, ho! - Stay away from my campers!
Nobody cold cocks Kris Kringle!
[growling]
[grunting]
Sic her, Mrs. Puff!
[screaming]
Oh, no!
The bearded lady and Mrs. Puff are locked in mortal combat?
Who will win? Is this the end of Kamp Koral?
[screaming]
Huh?
[grunting]
Tarnation! I oversleep one morning
and now there's giants?
Don't worry, Mrs. Puff!
I'll give that giant jerk a giant smack!
[grunting]
Huh? Santa?
[screaming]
[groaning] Huh?
Stay down, Sandy!
This is the red giant's war zone!
We're just living in it!
Everybody, that's not a red giant!
Oh, yeah?
Well, it is. But it's also Santa Claus.
I know him from back in Texas. He's my friend!
Santa Claus is everybody's friend!
Aww.
[thudding]
Mrs. Puff! Mrs. Puff! Mrs. Puff!
[gasping, growling]
Mrs. Puff!
Mrs. Puff! Stop fighting Santa Claus!
He's a giver of gifts! Not a monster!
Ugh!
[growling]
Oh!
[screaming]
[groaning]
Aw.
Ah!
[shrieking] Huh?
Look! You ballyhooing baboons!
These presents aren't dangerous! It's candy and toys! You see!
- I told you- - Shh. You had me at candy.