Now just power up the old rectifier...
install the free range poultry...
[grunting]
plus a final adjustment.
[thudding, groaning]
Morning, boss.
Watch it! This instrument is very delicate.
Can I help with the cool science stuff today,
Mr. Plankton? Please.
Can you materialize me a Krabby Patty, junior intern?
- No. - Didn't think so.
But I can give you the recipe.
What? You can get me Krabs' secret formula?
Well, if you must know-
There's nothing wrong with Chum Bucket fare.
Why, look, here's a fresh batch of a delicious new chum sauce.
It's called spicy chum surprise.
Uh.
Delectable.
Remember, your name is SpongeBob SquarePants,
and your assignment is to ask Krabs
for the secret Krabby Patty formula.
My name is SpongeBob SquarePants,
and I want the secret formula.
Excellent. Now, off you go. Wait.
Just keeping track of my copy.
It's too late to stop it now.
It's been nine months and the baby is no longer
on back order.
Can we ask for store credit instead?
[doorbell ringing] Our baby's here!
Not if I have anything to say about it.
[grunting]
[alarm blaring]
[dinging]
Aha.
Oh. Oh, Planky Poo. Look how cute our baby is.
Oh, please.
That thing isn't even a graphing calculator.
Hello, gentlemen, and welcome to the Chum Bucket.
Would you like seating inside or outside?
Seating for what?
For the Chum Bucket,
where you can enjoy a nice helping of chum.
Oh, boy, this is so...
good. The chum is.
Wait a minute, eating chum? Do people do that?
Look, are you gonna eat or not?!
Yeah, I'm going to have two Krabby Patties.
Oh, yeah, dude.
We couldn't find parking over there at the Krusty Krab.
Be careful not to lose the lis.
If you know who gets his hands on it,
he'll know what goes into the Krabby Patty.
You know where that leads. Total apocalypse.
More like fun-pocalypse. [chuckles]
I'll just follow that yellow nitwit
and the secret ingredients will be mine.
Huh?
[laughing]
If we dress up like pets,
we could trick Krabs into serving us. Of course.
If you wanna make costumes, I have a craft corner.
[grunting]
Oh, construction tape. Oh, boy.
Has anyone seen the glue?
[chuckles]
Now's my chance to sneak into the Krusty Krab
in my pet Spot.
[barking]
[laughing]
Hey, what's happening? No, Spot. Stop digesting me, Spot.
Bad Spot! No!
[groaning]
[screaming]
Oh, good, the lunch rush.
Now that my chum bot has dropped you
into my clutches,
you'll be forced to eat at the Chum Bucket.
[screaming]
What? You mean you kidnapped us just to sell us your fast food?
Come on. It's a standard marketing technique.
You little twerp!
Hey! Patrick!
Huh?
We're having a board meeting here!
We need ideas.
Mm. Uh-huh. I think I see the problem.
Your potty has a shocking thing in it.
No, that's not it, you fool. We need a new slogan.
You need to come up with another genius catchphrase
like Chum is Fum, but different.
Oh, gotcha.
[screeching]
You know this stuff is hideously inedible,
but your decor is so amazing
I can't resist spending my money here.
[screeching]
I want you to retrieve the Krabby Patty.
Now, security is tight, so I've devised a pla-
Wait. Where are you going? You're not ready!
[humming]
I'd like a large- What was that?
Didn't see it. Don't care.
[barking]
Holy plot twist! It's a Krabby Patty!
It's... a miracle.
Karen, look at what Spot brought home.
It's wonderful. Spot deserves a reward.
He can have anything he wants
up to half my kingdom, uh, laboratory.
I think he wants your Krabby Patty.
No! No!
Well then, can I just make sure I get those Krabby Fries
with extra Krabby sauce?
[sighing]
How many times must I say it? We don't carry Krabby Fries,
we don't carry Krabby Cola, we don't carry Krabby Sauce,
and we don't carry Krabby Patties!
So, if you want any of those things,
you're gonna have to go to the Krusty Krab,
which is located directly across the street!
Thanks for the directions.
Anytime.
Now my baby gas can't possibly fail.
Just like all your other plans that couldn't possibly fail?
What is it now, Karen?
I'm saying you should test your gas
before you run over there all willy nilly.
That's an excellent idea and I know just the guinea pig.
[gasping] Plankton, don't you dare.
Karen, speak to me!
Yes, it is a Krabby Patty.
Mm-hmm.
But it's my version of a Krabby Patty.
Wha?
After thousands of failed attempts
to steal the recipe, I learned
all but one ingredient needed to make Krabby Patties.
The most important ingredient, the secret ingredient.
Over the years, I've methodically gone through
almost every letter in the alphabet.
Right now I'm on the R's
and I've gotten up to raw sewage.
Yuck.
Try it. Tell me what you think.
Yes. I'd like one of your chum sticks.
You're kidding, right?
No, I'm serious. I want a chum stick.
Uh, okay, if you insist.
[crunching]
Oh, no, please don't chew me.
Mm mm.
I can't believe someone actually enjoys my chum.
[chuckles]
Now, this was so good, I'm going to have to come back tomorrow.
Here you go. See you in the morning.
Did you see that?
I didn't even have to threaten his life.
Here you go, folks. Enjoy my world famous fricassee.
[thudding]
Grandma.
Someone's been cooking my recipe...
and they're doing it wrong.
What are you doing here?
Saving my recipe from my bumbling grandson.
Ow! I didn't do it. It was him.
What?!
Oh, you're not pinning this on me.
You said you didn't care if it was ready or not.
Okay, I admit it. I admit it. But what's the big deal?
Ow!
The big deal is when the chum's not cooked
for exactly 24 hours,
it causes severe tummy trouble.
You fed us undercooked chum?!
Tear him apart, people!
[clamoring]
Five, four, three, two, one!
[exploding, screaming]
You know, it's remarkable how chum goes bad every week
right on time.
Yeah, just like your underpants.
What? They're good for another month.
[whistling]
Now go and get rid of that chum
before the health inspector gives us a fine.
[grumbling]
How was your day?
[alarm blaring]
Dear Neptune, Plankton! What is that smell?
The aroma you speak of, Karen, my computer wife,
is the stench of failure.
And now the smell of defeat so deeply penetrates my soul
that my very skin is permeated with its foul stench.
Thanks for asking.
Well, it smells horrible.
You're not coming in here smelling like that.
Hey, what are you-
[screaming]
Stop that at once, you-
I command you to-
Oh, no!
[screaming]
There you go.
Typical day of failure I see, huh, darling?
Oh, can it, computer wife. Can't you see I'm exhausted?
Why don't you go make yourself useful
and synthesize me up some grub?
Yes, Your Majesty.
What do we got here?
Oh, goodie. Holographic meatloaf again.
When am I going to get some real food?
Mr. Krabs gets to eat real food, just look at his daughter.
She's as big as a whale.
I wish I could be successful like Mr. Krabs.
[clicking, grunting]
[laughing]
[sighing] Oh, Sheldon, you're so romantic.
It's all about you today, Karen.
Oh, this makes up for a lot
of your stupidity lately, Plankton.
Plankton stepped away for a moment.
The name's Ray Ray,
and I am at your service, my lady.
[mumbling]
[chuckles] Surprised, Krabs?
Not at all, Sheldon. I knew you were up to something.
Oh, yeah? How about now?
Surprise!
[shrieking]
Oh, come, Krabs.
It's the anniversary of the first time
I tried to steal your Krabby Patty formula.
So we threw you a surprise party.
You mean you weren't working for Plankton?
Of course not, Mr. Krabs.
Oh, I shouldn't have suspected you, SpongeBob.
Whew. Won't need these anymore? [chuckles]
[yelling, grunting]
No!
[shrieking]
You and Sponge Brain can see yourselves out, Krabs. Ta-ta.
[laughing] Alley-oop!
Oh, no, this is terrible.
Now me bottle's gone. I'm ruined and hungry.
Wait, Mr. Krabs, Plankton is tiny.
It'll take him forever to swim through that chum.
You can get to the formula before him,
but you're going to have to eat like the wind.
You're right, boyo. I can do this!
Whoo!
Go, Mr. Krabs, go! Whoo!
No, don't fill up on bread! The chum, eat the chum!
Right.
[groaning]
[belching]
[grunting]
Boy, do I feel better.
Oh, that's it, chum is the cure.
Oh, a patty.
Patrick.
Eat us.
No, eat chum.
What happened?
Yes! Yes!
[grunting]
Chum.
Maybe I should up the dosage.
[screaming]
In three, two...
[belching]
Oh, my cranium.
Ugh. I told myself I'd never eat here.
Oh, boy.
[grunting]
[screaming]
Yeah, yeah, now eat her brain.
[sighing] I love a good romance.
[yawning]
[grunting]
[humming]
[grunting]
[gargling]
[grunting]
[sighing]
Goodnight, honey. [kissing]
[groaning, snoring]
[grunting, clapping]
[snoring]
What are you doing?
Making sure he's asleep.
[snoring]
[groaning]
Diodes. Zebra. Make a new batch of chum.
It's okay, she's in sleep mode.
Oh, dear, the chum is escaping.
[grunting]
No, no, no, no!
[laughing]
Whoa!
Hey, get me out of here!
[laughing]
No, no! [screaming]
Hey, Plankton.
Glad you could join the rest of the family.
Granddad?
Yep. And you're pretty brave
standing in that there gastric acid.
Gastric acid?
[screaming]
[laughing]
[laughing, thundering]
[screaming]
I can't take it. This is driving me crazy.
[thudding]
I thought you were holding the rope.
I am. You need to be quiet. We're on a secret mission.
Secret mission, eh?
[screaming]
Don't you think I know what you're up to?
You wanna eat at the Chum Bucket
without your boss knowing. Karen, we've got a customer.
I'll let you two look over the menu.
SpongeBob, I have to go.
Oh, can't you go later?
[groaning]
My laser parts are working right.
[grunting]
[sighing]
Can I interest you in a raspberry iced tea?
No, thanks.
Or perhaps a bran muffin?
SpongeBob, I have to go now.
Prune Danish?
[grunting, rumbling]
What the?
[screaming]
[rumbling]