[laughing]
Where have you two been?
It is eight o'clock at night. I was worried sick.
We were just having a little fun.
You're both acting like children.
And you're acting like a square.
[gasping] I am square, and I've already committed
to acting mature, whether you like it or not.
Okay, Mr. Mature,
it's time for you to have some fun
whether you like it or not.
It's Bikini Bottom after dark, baby.
It's going to be wild.
[music playing] Woot! Woot!
[grunting, tires squealing]
[laughing]
Go on, son, join her.
Hmm.
That is an order, son!
Uh, okay.
[seat belt unclicking]
I still got it.
Come on, killjoy, don't be such a party pooper.
Do it. Do it.
[sighing] This is so childish.
What is going- SpongeBob!
[screaming]
[parents laughing]
[music playing]
Yahoo! Masked luchador wrestling!
How juvenile.
[cheering]
Well, I guess this is all right.
Shouldn't be too wild just sitting here watching.
Oh, we're not here to watch.
We're here to wrestle.
Tag team time!
Los Diablos versus Madre y Padre!
[grunting]
Mommy! Daddy! No!
[dinging]
[grunting]
Whoa!
[groaning]
Huh?
[groaning]
[screaming]
[whistling]
[grunting]
[groaning]
Mom! Dad! I'm coming!
Uh, Mom? Dad?
Attaboy, SpongeBob.
We're rooting for you, kiddo!
For our next bout,
it's El Muerte versus Señor Peanut Bag!
Uh, wait, what?
[stomping]
[growling]
[screaming]
Mommy! Daddy!
Oh! No mas! No mas!
Now wasn't that fun?
[laughing, tires squealing]
[grunting]
Where'd that peanut bag guy go?
I'm hungry.
How bout a hot dog?
I never even knew there was
a 24-hour roller rink in Bikini Bottom.
Well, I guess skating slowly around and around
a roller rink isn't so wild.
Rink? We're skating through town.
[laughing] Whoo!
Whoops. Excuse me.
Hey!
Will you two please act your age!
[dinging]
Whoo!
Please stop!
[elevator music playing]
Whoo hoo!
Will you slow down?! This is crazy!
Whoo!
[SpongeBob] Whoa!
Whoo hoo hoo hoo hoo!
Whoo!
Please, I beg you.
[laughing]
[panting]
Whoa!
Oh, I just wanted to impress you two
by showing you what a mature adult I'd become,
but no, you wanted wild.
Okay, fine, you want wild, I'll show you wild!
[grunting]
Whoa oh oh oh oh!
[thudding]
[snoring]
Oh, the boy's asleep. All tuckered out.
Well, our new avocondo should be ripe by now.
He'll have to stay with us
until he can regrow his pineapple.
I wonder when he'll really grow up and be mature.
Hopefully, not too soon. Am I right, dear?
[panting]
Señor Peanut Bag! I want satisfaction!
Or peanuts.
But rather peanuts.