Welcome to the ultimate cook-off!
[cheering and whistling]
-All right, mates first to a thousand patties wins.
Shake hands.
[rumbling]
-May the best man win.
-Go back to your corners and when the bell sounds,
come out cooking!
Don't worry, lad.
I have total confidence in you.
Put it all on Neptune!
-I'm not good enough to cook in Atlantis, Patrick.
I never should have taken the challenge.
-Don't give up your dream, SpongeBob.
People used to tell me,
"Patrick, you'll never amount to anything.
You'll always have your head in the clouds."
But just look at me now.
-[bell dings] -Go get 'em, tiger!
[rumbling]
[laughing]
-"Once upon a time..."
[laughing]
-Perfect.
-I win!
[whooping]
[laughing]
-Loser!
[laughing]
-Free patties for everyone!
[cheering and applause]
[all cheering]
-Fools! Have you no taste buds?
There's nothing wrong with these.
They're delicious!
-Too chicken to eat his own burger!
-Why don't you eat it?
-[chanting] -Try it.
Eat it! Eat it!
-Okay, mine's no good.
But what makes you think his will be any better?
Give me that!
Mmm!
Why, it tastes so good,
I think I'd like to try it a second time.
[all groaning]
-So, uh...
what do you think?
-Yours is superior.
Therefore, I concede to you--
SpongeBob SquarePants, you win.
[cheering]
-Yay! -Yay!
-We're going to Atlantis! -We're going to Atlantis!
[Neptune laughing]
-What's so funny?
-You, SpongeBob.
That repulsive thing in my palace?
-You mean Patrick can't come?
[laughing]
-Oh, of course not.
-And my friends...
-Ah, the only friend you'll need,
my dear boy is the royal grill.
-It was nice knowing you, buddy.
[wailing]
-I know, Mr. Krabs.
I'll miss you, too.
-I lost me bet!
[crying]
-Come, SpongeBob, grab your things.
It's time to depart...
to Atlantis!
[crowd cheering]
-I... I...
[sobbing]
-I don't want to go!
-It's too late now.
I can't live without your burgers.
You're going to be a god and like it!
Maybe we do have a problem.
-Wait, Neptune!
I have another idea.
-Good morning, Krusty crew.
-Hi, Patrick. What'll you have?
-Uh...
[Neptune hollers]
-Can you excuse me?
-The accursed stove has burnt my finger.
Feel thine own wrath, stove!
-[rumbling] -Ha-ha!
-What did I tell you about using your powers, trainee?
-Perfect patties are made with love, not magic.