- Ahh!
- Oh... [panting]
Aha. Dad.
- Hey, son.
Wah-ahh-ahh!
[gasping]
Ugh!
You're a skydiver now? Cool.
- That would be cool, but I actually just fell
out of an airplane.
- Did you bring my new underpants?
- Sure, why not? Here you go.
- Uh, they're kinda big.
- Don't worry, son. You'll grow into them.
Ah, good old Kamp Koral.
I used to be a camper here.
I'd like to have a look around.
- Oh, that'd be great.
Come on. I'll show you my favorite things.
This is the outhouse I'm always telling you about.
She's a beauty, son.
- [hissing]
- Sorry, Kidferatu.
- This is a ditch I dug.
This is a ditch I filled in.
Oof! - Ahh!
- This is the ditch I keep forgetting about.
- Oh, I dig it.
- Six, yes!
I'll move my boat to the bog of pizza,
collect my lightning card, evolve my mega pet,
cast infinite binding, and that gives me...
Kazamy!
- I guess it's bedtime now.
- What? No.
Today has been so awesome; I don't want it to end.
[both snoring]
- Okay, kids, I think it really is bedtime.
Get up. Come on. Move it along.
- Thank you, Mr. Star.
Good night, Patrick.
Good night, SpongeBob.
Good night, Sandy.
Good night, counselor Squidward.
- Enough with the good nights!
I need my beauty sleep.
[all gasping]
- Let's go, old-timer.
- Night.
- All right, let's go. Let's go.
Don't want to be late for breakfast.
Everybody out of the house.
- Morning. - Ahhh!
[all groaning]
- Dad? Hey, what are you still doing here?
- I had so much fun yesterday I want to do it again.
- Weird. But okay.
[all humming]
- [groans]
- Eww.
[all groaning]
- Oh, no.
Plankton made his Loaded Breakfast Chum Loaf again.
- That sounds disgusting.
I know what to do.
Ahh!
Time for Dad's special Blast Off Breakfast Chili.
[grunts]
[scatting]
- Who are you? Get out of my domain.
- Time for the beans.
- Whoa!
- And my secret ingredient.
- Hey.
[gulping]
[belches]
Oh, boy...
- Hey, get in there, you crazy jumping bean.
- [chomps] - Ahh! Bad bean!
- Stop doing my job for me.
I--wait, what am I saying?
This moron is doing all my dirty work for me.
Ahh.
Cook away, dummy.
- Breakfast chili up.
[all cheering]
- Ohh.
- Yep, here you go.
And there it is. - Mmm.
all: Mmm.
- Delicious.
- [whistling]
- Thanks for the great chili, Mr. Star.
- You're welcome, little lady.
[tummy grumbling]
- What's happening with my tummy?
Ohh. Oh.
Whoa!
Ha. Ohh.
- [belches] - Ohh.
- Ahh. Oh, pardon me.
Ohh. Ooh. Ohh.
[belches]
[laughter]
- Eee!
Whoa. - Uh...
- My turn!
[belches]
[laughter]
- [belches]
[laughter]
[all belching]
Cecil!
- Wow, Dad, everyone loves your explosion chili.
- It's good for your gas tank.
[gulping]
[loud explosion]
- Ooh.
[laughter]
- [whistle blows]
Who's ready for sack races?
[together] Sack races again?
- Can we do a rocket boat race instead?
- Absolutely not.
You might hurt yourselves, and it'll be my fault.
I'm not going back to the slammer again!
[panting]
- What?
- Uh, nothing.
Okay, on your marks, get set...
[whistle blows]
[all groaning]
- Let's kick this race up a notch.
[laughs]
- Wow.
- Come on, kids, use that chili fuel and blast off.
- Hmm.
- Whee! Whoa-oh!
- Whoa!
- [gasping]
- Hey. Get back down here.
That's not safe.
[all shouting]
- I guess it does seem safe enough,
and I could use a break.
Eep!