I was just kicking the dust off him. See?
[grunting]
[gasping] [unintelligible]
Oh, let's see here.
There. [chuckles]
Respect your elders.
[roaring]
[squeaking]
Welcome to the Salty Spittoon. How tough are you?
How tough am I?
Ow!
Wow.
Got any more tattoos?
Uh, that won't be necessary. Go ahead.
Thanks.
[clarinet playing]
Jumping jellyfish, that's a big sign.
It says "Future site of the Shelly superhighway."
Superhighway?
Do you know what that means?
Oh, yeah, it's sort of like the roads,
except there are no stops.
I know what a superhighway is, I mean, for all these jellyfish,
for us, for Jellyfish Field!
Sorry.
Ahem. What does that say?
"Krusty Krab."
I thought so.
[screaming]
I think the ad campaign is going very well.
I agree.
[phone ringing]
Hello. Oh, hi, Mr. Krabs.
I don't know what you're doing, boyo,
but it's working like gangbusters.
This place is packed to the gills with gills.
In fact, I've seen at least half the holdouts
just since this morning.
Whoa. I better get back there to help with the crowd.
[hiccuping]
No!
That hiccup ruined my precious comic book.
You call them hiccups? Ha. Back in my day,
hiccups could turn a fella inside out.
[screaming]
Now that's what I call a hiccup.
You won't believe this, folks. But there are reports
of a contagious hiccup plague spreading
throughout Bikini Bottom.
[laughing]
[hiccuping]
The hiccup plague is real.
Save yourselves!
[hiccuping]
Nothing will stop me. Not even... giant clams!
[screaming, groaning]
I'm not letting go even for... cheese graters!
[screaming, groaning]
What is going on here? Ah!
What's wrong now?
Same as always. Look, empty again.
Pardon me, you smart fellow. Down here.
[chuckles] Why settle for Plankton's lumpy chum,
when you can enjoy a steaming Krabby Patty for free?
No, thanks.
Barnacles.
[humming]
Gotcha.
Now just one quick flick of the wrist and-
[thudding]
[groaning]
Ah, the lobster. The cockroach of the sea.
Skittering across the ocean floor,
the lobster sheds its skin once a week...
[grunting]
And then eats it.
I'm not... wearing a disguise.
Hmm. If he's Squidward, then you must be... Sandy?
Whoops. Wrong outfit.
You're me. Then I must be...
Patrick.
Nah, I'm just kidding.
I really am Patrick. [laughing]
[laughing]
Good one, Patrick.
What are you talking about, Puff?
You can't fool me.
You're SpongeBob and that guy who likes the chilli.
Let's face it, Puff. You've gone off the deep end.
[grunting]
[belching]
SpongeBob. News flash, SpongeBob.
I got fired, too.
This is exactly why we need to go on strike.
He can't treat us like this anymore.
[knocking]
I said I will not-
May I borrow a cup of squeezed squeezies?
[screaming]
[laughing] Thank you.
Oh, I can't quite reach it.
[groaning]
[grunting]
Hold still, buddy.
[grunting]
All better.
[whistling]
Order up.
Screaming will get you no-
Aha. I think I found a bag of money.
[grunting]
What the heck?
That's not yours.
[screaming]
Come back here!
A clam flew away with my skin.
I wouldn't be a good producer if I didn't carry a spare.
[chuckles]
Thanks, sis.
[screaming]
Okay, fine, stay.
But I hope you like making Krabby Patties.
[laughing]
Good people have no use for weapons such as-
[screaming] those!
[laughing]
The only thing I'm good at is being evil. So long, suckers.
What's that smell, SpongeBob?
That Patrick is the smell of defeat.
Good. I thought it was my skin.
[screaming]
[thudding]
[screaming]
The beach. Just you and me?
So am I ready for the beach, SpongeBob?
Uh, sure. Little sunscreen and I'm sure you'll be fine.
[screaming]
[grunting]
Alright! Alright! I give up.
Hang on. I'm trying to get a grip on the thing.
Now don't move it till I say- Ow!
Okay, it's on my foot, now, don't- Ow!
Okay.
[screaming] Ow!
SpongeBob, I told you not to move it till I said- Ow!
Why do you keep moving it?
Cause you keep saying "Ow"!
[grunting]
Hey, watch where you're swinging that.
SpongeBob, be careful with-
Ow!
Okay, I've had enough.
[laughing]
Feels like something's biting me.
[screeching]
[screaming]
I can't play with you anymore.
I just can't take the games! They're tearing me apart!