He's going, going, gone!
[screaming]
And now, back to Jelly Meadows.
Ooh.
[panting]
[chattering]
Now, I remember what I wanted to ask you.
Have you caught a jellyfish yet?
Oh.
Not exactly.
[chattering]
[groaning]
Bye, Mom! Love you!
Hey Mr. Tentacles, do you have a Ranger badge?
Well, I tried for it once.
[bombing, neighing, honking]
Never go for a Ranger badge.
Why don't you just try for something easy?
A Playing Dead badge?
- No. - No.
A Going Home badge?
- No. - No.
Um, um, oh, here a Making Friends badge?
All you need is four signatures.
[both] Will you be my friend?
[slurping]
Hey, this is breakfast slop.
You can't be feeding children breakfast slop at dinner.
That's what the dinner slop is for.
Well, maybe I could get through breakfast
if you gave me a little help in the kitchen.
How is one little copepod supposed to serve
all these giant mouth breathers?
Help in the kitchen, eh?
Sounds expensive.
Unless...
Hey, kids, I need an unpaid, very extra free, volunteer.
Ooh.
Meow.
[squeaking]
[humming]
Some fresh vegetables from my garden
will make today's picnic positively perfect.
Each one grown with love,
free of harsh chemicals and untouched by...
[burping]
...snails!
[screaming]
[both] Pirate shovel!
Argh, we do be pirates, we do.
Yeah, dooby, dooby, dooby, doo.
A treasure! I've got a map!
[mumbling]
[laughing]
This way, turn righter!
[grunting]
[groaning]
Oh, computer assistant, I'm home.
Hello, Mr. Plankton. How was your day?
The usual. Serving slop to slobs.
How's my Krabs' clone coming alone?
Ah, so far, it's a failure.
Eh, let me guess the frankenwich is
a second rate failure, too.
I wouldn't say that.
Really? I'd say it's a first rate failure.
[sighing] What is this?
A duet? Is it blood?
Am I bleeding? [screaming]
Did you know that jellyfish have been around
since before the dinosaurs and the [unintelligible] eating fis?
[screaming]
Incoming! Take cover!
[mumbling]
I've been soddened by second hand sponge water.
[babbling]
Aw, look. Baby Pearl wants to play tag
with us. Ain't that adorable?
[babbling]
Tag, you're it, you little cutie.
Babies can't play tag!
They don't have their brains yet.
[burping]
[babbling]
[everyone] Wow!
A triple tag, that's never been done before.
It's a beautiful clear day here at Camp Coral,
As rookie SquarePants attempts to net
his first ever jellyfish
while simultaneously talking to his mom.
And you can see the young jellyfishers'
abstract expressionless period.
Wow, what a talent.
[giggling]
You're it.
[giggling] Gah! You're it.
- What are you doing? - Playing tag.
Jack be nimble. Tag! You're it!
[growling, laughing]
Jack be quick
Booyah! You're it!
Oh, it's on, bros. Tag!
[fighting]
Huh?
[grunting]
Hmm.
This is Little Cheeks calling Big Cheeks.
Come in, Big Cheeks. Over.
Affirmative Little Cheeks,
this is Big Cheeks receiving you from the future.
How are things going in the past?
[laughing] They're going great, Sandy.
Your plan worked perfectly.
The formula burned up
before Mr. Plankton could nab it.
Now, it can be safely rediscovered in the future.
Good work, little Sandy, I knew sending you to Camp Coral
was the right thing to do.
Enjoy the rest of your summer. Over and out.
[giggling] Bye, future me.
[sighing]
Mission accomplished, timeline preserved.
Now everything can continue just the way it's always been,
totally normal.