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!
Uh, he means freak in the nicest possible way.
Alright, enough of this hocus pocus hooey.
Time to put in some work!
Say, uh, Rusty, how about spilling the beans
on the old Rusty on Rye recipe?
[mumbling]
Ahh, well that was... just gibberish.
Hmm... I got it! How bout you write down
the recipe for the classic number nine?
[speaking gibberish]
Oh right, you're a ghost.
Hmm... what if you just show me how you make one?
[speaking gibberish]
Whoa. Gee, Rusty. What a setup you got here.
But where's all the sandwich bread, the condiments,
the cold cuts?
[speaking gibberish]
A rye sandwich carved entirely of driftwood? Mamma mia!
[humming]
Spackle.
[humming]
Shellac.
[speaking gibberish]
Oh, you want me to try it?
[speaking gibberish]
Okay.
[sniffing] Mmm. Smells industrial.
Ugh! Um... I'm sure it's an acquired taste.
[sniffing]
Is that... [sniffing]
Mmm! It is a Rusty on Rye!
Gentlemen! Get up here! The number nine is back!
[laughing]
[moaning]
Hey! I didn't summon you guys!
No, but the odor of a number nine did.
Even from way down there.
[speaking gibberish]
[cheering]
Uh-oh! It looks like were running low on shellac!
I'll go get some more.
[speaking gibberish]
[screaming]
Boy, those guys sure can be terrifying.
You know, this little soiree couldn't of happened
without ol' Rusty here.
Let's all give a ghastly howl for Rusty Rickets!
[howling]
Alright guys, I hate to be a party pooper,
but it's a little late for all this noise.
Time to wrap it up.
Oohh... big face doesn't want us
as patrons anymore!
Maybe we should make like a tree... and leaf!
[laughing, shattering]
[laughing]
Now wait just a minute, that is private property!
Maybe you guys should leave!
Oh yeah?
Do I have to call-
Eww... ectoplasm.
Enough fooling around!
Let's have a good ol' time like we used to!
[laughing]
[gasping]
[growling]
[thudding]
You better have a darn good reason
for getting me outta bed, boy.
[clamoring]
[laughing]
[thudding]
That good enough for ya?
[screaming]
Mr. Krabs! Patrick! Help!
Sorry, SpongeBob, but this is the 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]
[thudding]
Looks like a certain foolish sponge has been conversin'
with the unliving! All right you floating nuisances!
Time for the bossman to mop up!
[laughing]
Batter up! H'ya!
[screaming]
Yah!
[screaming]
[gasping]
Yeah, and go back in which ye came!
[popping]