Huh.
[grunting]
Is there a blizzard coming in? Cause I've got a cold front.
SpongeBob, that's enough. We've got 50 orders to fill.
Now go in the cooler and get some fresh patties.
You want me to go in... there?!
[laughing]
[screaming]
Buns, check. Fresh patties...
[grunting]
check.
What the-?
SpongeBob, why is your underwear in the cash register?
Well, I had to put 'em somewhere and my underwear drawer
is all filled up with Krabby Patties.
And the freezer's all filled up with my snow flake collection.
So, I put the cash from the cash register
in the pickle jar.
No mayonnaise!
Okay. He's acting weird today.
Hey, there's plenty of mayo back here.
[grunting]
[moaning]
Huh? Is somebody in there?
[growling]
Monsters. Squidward and Mr. Krabs.
[gasping] Patrick too.
And some random guy! [gasping, shrieking]
My spatula!
Hey, boss, can this little fella here
take over my shift tonight?
[laughing]
Nosferatu?
[sniffing]
Come with me, boyo.
Whoa. What is this place?
It's me secret lab where I experiment on food.
Oh, Mr. Krabs, this looks like madness.
You think this is mad? Wait till you see... this.
[screaming]
Howdy, SpongeBob.
Sandy? What are you doing down here?
I'm moonlighting as a molecular gastronomist.
What? A maladowin-a-gas-a-whatalist?
[screaming]
What is it, boy?
[babbling]
SpongeBob. There there, kid. What's the big deal?
M-M-M-M-Mr. Krabs!
We're out of Krabby Patties, sir.
That's nothing to fuss over, boy.
Goodbye, pot. Goodbye, pan. So long, fry fat.
Goodbye, grease stain.
Goodbye, frozen patty number one.
Goodbye, frozen patty number two.
Goodbye, freezer.
SpongeBob! SpongeBob?
Hey, Eugene. Where's that little fry cook of yours?
He thinks you're taking his job, so he's run off.
Hey, great idea, and you can give me a raise.
[laughing]
Look at them.
Mr. Krabs is probably offering Jim my job right now.
[laughing]
SpongeBob.
Don't worry, Mr. Krabs, I was just leaving.
All I ask is that you remember me as I was...full of life.
Whew.
No!
It sounds like he's really suffering in there.
Oh, I can't bear to look.
Can someone describe it to me?
Whoo!
[laughing]
Ow!
[laughing]
Whee! Whoo! Ooh, ice cream.
[groaning]
The clam flu! It's spreading! Into the freezer with him!
Hmm?
[laughing]
[music playing]
So, let me get this straight.
Nobody in this freezer is actually sick?
Haven't felt better.
Ice cream.
Well, if no one's sick in here, then the sick person must be...
Daddy! Oh, no!
[crying]
Oh. Uh. Oh.
I say we bust out of here, grab Krabs, and lock him away.
- Oh, yeah. - Daddy!
Who's this now?
[gasping]
You sickos are supposed to be in the freezer!
You're the sicko!
I present to you...
[grunting]
[gasping]
...my ode to the Krabby Patty, made entirely out of ice.
Jeez, boy... this thing's enormous.
And cold.
All right, let's get this thing out of here.
Me customers are waiting.
Ready. Set.
[grunting]
[screaming]
Guys, I'm okay. No need to scream.
[screaming]
The door!
Oh, no. Patrick, stand up. We're locked in.
This is going to spoil the eleventy seventh anniversary.
We want Krabby Patties! We want-
Somebody! Anybody! [screaming]
How do we get out?
Everybody calm down.
I spent a lifetime working in this restaurant,
and I know there's only one way out of here.
A high school diploma?
No. The air duct.
This way, boys.
All we gotta do is head through this duct.
Which one? There must be 20 ways to go.
Not to worry, Squidward.
I have the entire map memorized.
[grunting]
Uh, hmm. Uh.
There is no ice. There's never been any ice.
Ice is just a myth.
Step aside.
You people act like you've committed a murder.
Okay, I confess. SpongeBob killed him.
What?! You can't pin this whole rap on me!
He was insane, out of control.
He would have killed me too if you hadn't come along.
It's all Mr. Krabs' idea.
Put him down now! He's a mad dog!
He wears curlers to bed!
Wait. It's not what you think.
What are you two talking about?
We killed the health inspector,
buried him and then stuffed his body in the freezer.
You mean in here?
It's empty.
Is this some kind of a joke?
Squidward!
Oh, Squidward!
Squidward!
Well, he's not here, and I'll bet that eager beaver's
already down at jellyfish fields.
Aha, they're finally gone.
What the-? Locked? Oh, no.
Well, uh, someone will realize I'm gone
and come looking for me. I'll be out of here in no time.
Holy Krabby Patties, a frozen cephalopod.
[screaming]
I'll be outta here in no time.
Greetings, primitive.
SpongeBob, is that you?
SpongeBob?
No, I am SpongeTron.