We love nutty butter. - Hi, Sandy.
- Patrick, what's going on here?
- I want more nutty butter.
- Who are all these people?
crowd: We love nutty butter. We love nutty butter.
- Oh, they licked the nutty butter off my back.
♪
[giggling]
And now they're here for more.
- Aw, gosh, Patrick,
I don't have enough to feed everyone.
- But it's the only thing my boy will eat.
- Guess I'll have to go to bed hungry again.
[all complaining]
- Well, I don't want to let anyone down.
I can make some more acorns.
[upbeat music]
♪
- [barking]
♪
- [wailing]
- Mmm.
- [groaning]
[giggling]
♪
- Making everyone's day with my nutty butter
really gives me the warm and tinglies.
- Uh-huh.
- In fact, demand's been so high,
I scienced up a way to increase my production.
[upbeat instrumental music]
SpongeBob here scoops acorns onto the conveyor belt.
Then the tubes take them inside,
where I turn them into nutty butter.
♪
- Sandy, according to the shalmon's book,
we shouldn't try to force nature to give us more than she's able.
- Don't worry about my tree, SpongeBob.
Worry about the crowd of nutty butter fans outside.
all: We want nutty butter. We want nutty butter.
- We're gonna need a lot more acorns
to feed them all.
♪
[whistling]
♪
[leaves rustling]
♪
- Uh-oh.
Sandy's tree's not looking so good.
I don't think it can take much more of this, Patrick.
- Hmm.
It's like Sandy said.
"Something, something, something, science."
And who are we to argue with science?
- [grunting]
♪
Oh, no.
The nuts stopped.
- Hold on. I got this.
[grunting]
[yelling]
[both screaming]
- Oh, no.
Patrick, we have to do something.
Sandy'll never forgive us if we ruin her tree.
- And I'll never forgive her if she runs out of nutty butter.
- [exclaiming]
[dramatic music]
♪
- Please, please, no pushing.
I'll make more.
Remember, Sandy's the squirrel you can count on.
- Whoo-hoo!
- Oh, no.
♪
What in the sam hill is going on around here?
- The tree got real sick. - Don't worry.
I made more nutty butter with the rest of the nuts.
- You used all the nuts?
Jumpin' jiminy.
Time for another dose of fertilizer.
- Sandy, wait.
I don't think that's what your tree needs.
- The boy is right.
Why do you hurt your tree?
A tree would never hurt you.
Ouch!
Dang splinters.
- Shalmon?
- Wait, you're the one who said
I should feed my nuts to the people?
- Indeed.
But to feed so many
from a single tree...
Let me share with you a story.
Long ago, before fish walked the seas,
there lived in the sky one sun.
- [giggling]
- One star.
- Hello.
- And one moon.
- What the--
- During the day,
the star would play with the sun.
At night, the star
would play with the moon.
- [giggling] - Get away from me!
- The star did not want to let his friends down,
but he alone could not keep up
with both the sun and the moon.
- [exclaims]
- [snoring]
- Finally, some peace.
- That is when the star had an idea.
- [groaning]
- Huh? Huh?
Oh, no. - [giggling]
- There goes the neighborhood.
- By creating many copies,
the star was able to keep the sun and moon happy,
without wearing himself out.
Do you understand why I tell you this tale?
[all snoring]
- Hello? Wake up.
[all exclaim]
- I didn't know there was gonna be a test.
- Oh, I got so wrapped up in not letting anyone down
that I asked too much of my tree...
and my friends.
- Perhaps with many trees,
you could continue serving your community
in a natural and sustainable manner.
I mean, pretty much anything is better than this mess.
Yeesh.
- Thanks, Shammy,
but I'm a one-tree kind of squirrel.
I'm gonna do what I should've done in the first place:
order the ole girl
some nutritious new dirt from Texas.
♪
[humming]
- Well, my work here is done.
It's time I return to my people.
♪
Let me offer some sage advice.
You must listen to the earth and the stars,
for only they can guide you...
to my stop at the corner of Olive and Victory.
- Sir, stand behind the white line, please.
- Typical. It never ends.