Away with you!
Can't you see that I'm self loathing here?
Sorry, I just wanted a chum stick.
What?!
Yes, I'd like one of your chum sticks.
You're kidding, right?
No, I'm serious. I want a chum stick.
Uh, okay, if you insist...
Oh, no, please don't sue me!
Mmh, mmh...!
I can't believe someone actually enjoys my chum.
[laughing]
Now, this was so good I'm going to have to come back tomorrow.
Here you go. See you in the morning.
Did you see that?
I didn't even have to threaten his life.
He loved it!
How'd you pull that off?
Well, it's simple.
Finally, someone came in who has good taste.
And he's coming back tomorrow.
Excuse me, Karen, but I gotta whip up some more.
Now I wait. I wait until he returns.
I wait.
I wait...
And wait...
Eight hours later...
[snoring]
[bell ringing] Huh? Nat? Hello?
Huh?
What?
Ugh, it's closing time.
I should have known it was too good to be true.
Hey!
Well, hello, Nat!
I came back like I said yesterday.
You certainly did, didn't you?
[chuckles] I'd like another chum stick, please.
Well, it's your lucky day, Nat.
I happen to have a quite delectable one right here.
Oh, boy!
Is it okay?
Okay?
It's perfection!
[laughing]
Hey, how about I have another?
You betcha!
Oh, boy! I cannot believe how good these things are.
Oh, well, you know...
All right, see you tomorrow.
What? You're coming back again?
Oh, you know it.
And the day after that and the next week after that.
[chuckles] You've got a regular customer on your hands.
Oh, my! This is amazing!
[gargling]
Brace yourself, SpongeBob,
this is my lab!
[barking]
And this is my laboratory!
And did I ever show you my record player?
[dramatic music playing]
[cackling]
I must fight!
[straining]
No, no, no, no.
[screaming]
Ow, ow, ow, ow, ow.
There, you see how much easier it is when you help, friend?
How do you like my analyzer?
It tells the ingredients of whatever I put into it.
Seaweed: 50% sea, 50% weed.
Impressed? Now let's reveal that secret formula.
[cackling]
And this little piggy brought home a Krabby Patty.
This little piggy will help me drop it in.
Any last words, SpongeBob SecretPants?
[straining]
I just have to say I'm sorry I let Mr. Krabs down.
I let all of Bikini Bottom down.
But worst of all, I let you down,
you delicate, little Krabby Patty.
Mmh...
With your tasty, juicy, scrumptious, warm,
steamy goodness.
Steamy...
I'll never forget your 100% all-secret patty,
secretly assembled with undersea cheese, pickle,
lettuce, tomato, onion,
all secretly steaming between two fluffy seaweed-sea buns.
Yes... Yes...
Yes!
Come to papa!
Oh, boy...
[beeping]
Plankton: 1% evil, 99% hot gas.
Well, this stinks.
Well, Patty, I guess we can go home now.
SpongeBob, that's my Krabby Patty!
Give it back, you porous freak!
I command you!
My patty!
No!
I'll settle for some fries.
[snoring]
[gargling]
[coughing]
[gasping]
That there's Spot,
Plankton's pet amoeba and Gary's best friend.
Psst!
Spot's cute, but about as dumb as a barrel of hair.
Gary better think quick
or they'll both be busted before their night's even begun.
[meowing]
[barking]
[groaning]
[snoring]
[yelps]
What is this place?
[loud machines turning on]
[yelps]
[screams]
Okay, I'm ready for my Krabby Patty.
Actually, Mr. Plankton, sir,
I haven't, uh...
Perhaps you don't understand.
You work for me now and as your new boss,
I command you to make me a patty this instant
or I'll be forced to remove your brain
and implant it in my robot chef!
So get cooking.
[beeping]
The sign says kitchen,
but my heart says jail.
[sad music playing]
♪ A stove is a stove No matter where you go ♪
♪ A patty is a patty That's what I say ♪
♪ A grill is a grill This is surely so ♪
♪ And fries should be fries Either way! ♪
♪ But this grill is not a home ♪
♪ This is not the stove I know ♪
♪ I would trade it all the way ♪
♪ If you'd come back to stay ♪
♪ This kitchen's not the same ♪
♪ Without you! ♪
♪ It's just a greasy spoon! ♪
♪ Without you... ♪
[crying]
What is he doing?
All these tears and the show tunes...
Why isn't he making the patties?
Forget it, I'm going with plan B.
I'll put his brain in the robot chef.
[yelps]
- Hi. - Ah!
I'm sorry, Plankton, I'm trying my best!
I'm not used to cooking this way.
Please, don't take my brain out!
Hold it, SpongeBob.
I'm capable of compassion and understanding.
Really? Then I'd like to go back to the Krusty Krab.
Let's not get carried away.
Now, what can I do to make you more comfortable
here at the Chum Bucket?
Well, I usually cook on a grill.
You got it!
[grunting]
Well, it wasn't easy, but here it is.
One old frying grill.
How about we try it out?
Uh, it's just that...
I'm used to the grill facing that way.
Say no more, I'll take care of everything.
[grunting]
How about here?
A little more to the left.
How's this, SpongeBob?
Move it over a little more.
- Here? - Keep going.
- Here? - Almost.
That's it, just a little more.
Perfect, right there.
[growling]
I don't know, something still doesn't feel right.
Just a few more steps, SpongeBob.
Okay, go ahead, take it off.
It's an exact replica of the Krusty Krab kitchen.
[gasps] It is an exact replica.
Here's the sink!
The greasy fryers!
The squeaky floorboards! [squeaking]
And that thing!
One Krabby Patty coming up, Mr. Krabs.
Oh, Mr. Krabs...!
Don't cry, SpongeBob.
I'll show you, it's much better working for me.
Is there anything that old skinflint Krabs
wouldn't let you have?
Well, there is one thing I've always wanted.
[vibrating]
Wow!
So now do you have everything you need
to make some Krabby Patties?
Well...
You ready to make some patties?
Wait till I finish my ice cream.
How about those patties?
[giggles] Faster, faster, faster!
And then the littlest sea elk said...
[grunts] Huh?
[snoring]
[growling]
Steady, Plankton,
it's all going to pay off soon enough.
Hey there, sleepyhead, what do you say?
All the preparation is making me hungry.
Me too. You know what would really hit the spot?
Why don't you whip us up a couple of Krabby Patties?
Mmh...
I'm kind of in the mood for tacos.
[chuckles nervously] Good one, SpongeBob.
But really, why don't you go ahead and make us a patty?
[yawning]
Nah, I don't really feel like it.
But I don't understand.
You have the grill
and the spatula and the comfy chair.
I rubbed your putrid feet.
Tell you what, half-pint, why don't you ask me later?
[growls]
I command you to make me a patty this instant!
- No! - Don't back sass me!
[mumbling]
What?!
That's it, mister, you just lost your brain privileges.
[electricity crackling]
Finished!
SpongeBob, come in here!
[cackles]
Or should I say RobotBob
Sponge... Chef... Pants...
I put the brain in the robot, you know.
You shouldn't have been a spoiled brat.
You see, I always get what I want,
and I want you to make me a Krabby Patty!
[beeping]
Response: Why don't you ask me later?
What? What?!
- Get welded. - Wait!
I command you! Make me a Krabby Patty!
I don't wanna.
[screaming]
[growling]
[screaming]
Yeah, yeah! Now eat her brain!
[sighs] I love a good romance.
[yawning]
[clapping]
[gasps] Wow!
This is the greatest spatula collection
on the whole seafloor.
These are nothing compared to...
[clapping]
the majestic Sizzle Master.
[singing]
Yes, SpongeBob,
I believe the Sizzle Master has found its fry cook in you!
The legend of the Sizzle Master has been fulfilled.
And since you are its fry cook,
it will reduce your workload tenfold.
Hey, that rhymes.
Almost.
[screaming]
[groaning]
Hey, Plankton's dreaming about Bikini Bottom.
[Plankton] Zap.
[screaming]
I see you.
- Zap! - My face!
I see you! Zap!
Plankton!
I see you.
Zap!
[screaming]
Oh, look, it's the Krusty Krab. Home of the Krabby Patty.
Crush!
Lick, lick.
This isn't a dream, this is a nightmare!
[meowing]
Gary!
Gary, no!
[meowing]
Here, kitty, kitty, kitty.
Gary!
I've got you, Gary!
Peek-a-boo, here comes my foot!
Yah!
Huh?
Yow!
I think he's got the point.
[laughing]
[screaming]
Well, I guess I've got some explaining to do, huh?
No, no, no, no! Not the face!
[screams]
Ooh...!
Just act like you're another fancy customer.
[shouting] Aye, aye, Mr. Krabs--
Shhh!
[stammering]
What's gotten into you? Highfalutin customers
don't bark at the top of their lungs like a seadog.
Oops. [clears throat]
I mean, I fancy a bit of the old chum.
Indeed I do, Squire.
Good evening, Madam.
Table for two, please?
- Your name? - I be Eugene Krab...
Err... I mean, uh...
Sir Krumple O'Wrapper.
Err, that's me name. Don't wear it out.
All right, let's pull up your reservation.
Oh, I'm so sorry, sir.
I'm not showing any "O'Wrapper."
Reservation?
In this sinkhole?!
There's a two-year wait for a table.
What seems to be the problem?
Well, well, well...
If it isn't Mr. Krabs and SpongeBob.
Now just follow me.
I believe I have a table reserved just for you.
Bon appétit, suckers!
[laughing]
See you in two years.
[laughing]
Yeah, see how you like it, Krabs!
[cackling]
[mysterious music playing]
This must be it.
Remain still for retina scan.
Now what do we do?
Good thing I brought this.
They really captured the cute little dimple on his chin.
Looks like they captured the rest of him, too.
Ooh...!
I'll take it from here.
[grunting]
You go first this time.
[grunting]
You okay?
[screaming]
[grunting]
I'm standing still. I'm not even doing anything.
[screaming]
[horn blaring]
[groaning]
[chuckles awkwardly] Sorry.
Hah!
Hmm?
I can't believe that actually worked.
[alarm blaring]
[screaming]
[snoring]
- Patrick! - Huh? What?
We're having a board meeting here!
We need ideas.
Hmm...
Hmm, huh-uh...
I think I see the problem.
Your potty has a shocky thing in it.
No, that's not it, you fool!
We need a new slogan!
You need to come up with another genius catchphrase
like "Chum is fum!"
But different.
Oh, gotcha.
Hmm...