I woke up on my cloud, as usual.
Clouds aren't as comfortable as you think.
Too wet and lumpy.
I flew around the camp but it was so peaceful,
I got bored.
I'm lucky those aliens attacked.
Blurp. Bleep.
Run for your lives.
This looks like a job for Super Star.
[screaming]
[groaning]
Those flying saucers were pretty tough.
[belching]
But those dumb aliens were no match
for my spinning star attacks.
I gave 'em a whoosh and a kick
and a sockaroo!
And then, a deep breath attack.
[laughing]
What has any of that to do with the outhouse blowing up?
[gasping] Oh, yeah, yeah.
After the aliens left,
I went to visit my friend the out house. I call him Outie.
He didn't?
[laughing]
That is so like Mr. Tentacles.
[laughing]
After we gossiped for a while,
we shared a pot of Plankton's chili.
One for me...
and one for you, buddy.
[humming]
Plankton's Five-Alarm Chili?
That'll make anything explode. Patrick blew up the outhouse.
[pounding]
It's Patrick's fault.
[gasping]
Or... SpongeBob?
Uh, maybe it was Squidward.
I don't know what to believe.
Squidward's delusional.
SpongeBob is one marshmallow is short of a s'more.
Patrick, I don't know what Patrick's talking about,
but he sure ain't a reliable witness.
That's right. I ain't a revivable gymnast.
I'm more confused than when we started.
[shrieking]
I couldn't help but overhear all of you arguing.
Preda Tory!
Allow me to help you.
You must speak with one final witness.
Witness? What witness?
The must important witness of all.
The spirit of the outhouse. [laughing]
There ain't no such thing as toilet ghosts. Whoa!
[Preda Tory laughing] [Mr. Krabs screaming]
[unintelligible]
Oh, mighty outhouse, [unintelligible] of doubt.
Overflow this camp with truth.
[laughing]
[laughing] [moaning]
Toilet ghost.
I believe. I believe. Don't toilet me.
Hey, Outie! Good to see ya.
SpongeBob, Squidward, Patrick,
you all all defined me with trash.
But there's a fourth poopetrator,
I mean, perpetrator.
Mr. Krabs has been dumping Pearl's dirty diapers
in me for months.
[moaning]
There's no diaper service in the woods.
It was all of your foul and unstable junk
that made me explode.
Guilty. You're all guilty.
[vomiting]
[laughing]
No, no, no.
[belching]
Fairwell.
Thanks for the chili, Outie!
No problem, buddy.
[pounding]
I sentence all of us to rebuild the outhouse.
That I won't help you with.
[unintelligible]
[grumbling]
[humming]
Well, it's been a whole week,
but we finally have an outhouse again.
[groaning]
Camp masters first.
Gotta go, gotta go, gotta go, gotta go go go.
Ah. Oh, we missed a nail.
I got it.
Ooh.
[screaming]
[crying]
Outie!