[beeping]
And in this area here to my left,
we see the process in which the sheets of silver are pressed
into... shiny blank coins, which are collected in batches
of one million pieces for the coining press.
Wuh wuh wuh... o-o-one million shiny pieces of silver coins?
They call-
Uh-oh! I thought this might happen.
Thanks, SpongeBob.
[beeping]
Just a couple more additives, SpongeBob.
[crackling]
Oh, and try not to breathe the fumes.
Is it Toxic Patty Tuesday?
Barnacles, no, boy-o.
The customers keep passing off their dirty, filthy money,
so we're cooking up the only solution
powerful enough to clean it.
Well, then let's get cleaning.
Hold on, kiddo.
We still have one more ingredient.
How much do we need?
Careful, SpongeBob!
Just two drops of that stuff could...
Got it, two drops.
...blow our faces off.
[beeping]
Fax coming through, boss.
We can get it later.
[beeping]
I'm ready.
Alright, man, let's see if we can,
like, work out some of this tension.
Why, you- Oh, no, no, no, no, no!
How's the cold-blooded test going?
Great! He's in the freezer right now.
SpongeBob, you moron!
Cold-blooded means your body is the same temperature
as the water around it, not that you're actually cold!
Squidward? Whyyyyyy?
Oh, Mr. Krabs, I'm so sorry!
We had to give you your physical without you knowing,
or the Krusty Krab would've been shut down,
and I'd have to get a real job!
All right! Final test! Shell durability!
[grunting]
No, no, no, no, no, no! [stammering]
Now you see why I don't like checkups?
[crying]
[beeping]
We haven't had a customer in weeks.
I wonder if it's the new place mats.
What? Place mats? Have you lost your mind?
It's that old patty
you keep trying to sell to everybody!
It's gone bad.
Gone bad? That's nonsense. Bring it here, SpongeBob.
Uh, why is it in a cage?
Because it growled at me.
[growling, barking]
You two would have never have lasted in the navy.
Let's see how bad you are.
[barking, growling]
No. No.
[barking, growling]
Stay. Atta girl!
There, there. See? Good enough to eat.
[siren blaring]
Oh, look, an ambulance.
[siren blaring]
Now, then.
[groaning]
SpongeBob?
Yes, Mr. Krabs?
Make sure you wrap up that patty.
I'm not finished with it yet!
[beeping]
[music playing]
Mr. Krabs! Stop this madness!
Stop it right now!
Uh, uh, uh,
this isn't what it looks like, SpongeBob.
Why, uh, we're just, uh,
uh, we're having a little tea party.
Oh, boy, a tea party.
[buzzing]
You tricked me, Mr. Krabs.
I wouldn't have collected all those jellyfish
had I known that this was their fate.
This isn't right.
Jellyfish need wide open space and fresh air.
Easy, boy. What are you doing with that?
Something that should have been done a long time ago.
No!
The squeaky bolt on this door was driving me crazy.
Whew.
And now I'm going to set these jellyfish free.
[grunting]
[laughing]
Well, you can't? The door is voice activated,
and will only open if I say, "Open".
[beeping]
Freedom! Freedom!
You'll never catch me!
[panting]
[laughing]
What?
[buzzing]
Blasted exercise craze.
[screaming]
[buzzing]
Goodbye, friends!
I'm taking jelly off the menu.
He really got burned on that deal.
[laughing]
[beeping]
There's no customers!
There hasn't been one all day, and there isn't gonna be any!
One Krabby Patty coming up.
No!
That sounds like me money dropping.
What's going on out here?! My babies.
Get away, barbarian! What have you done?
Nice clean money... soiled! I'll take care of you.
Papa clean you up. Clear the way!
No, no, no, don't cry, little ones.
What's wrong, Mr. Krabs?
Me dime!
Oh. No!
I got it, boy. What the...? It's stuck!
You got to help me, SpongeBob!
You've got to let go of the dime.
I can think of ten good reasons to never let go of a dime, boy.
There's got to be another way!
Grab me captain's quarters and heave!
[grunting]
Me arms!
Oh, no, not again!
[groaning]
[clanging, groaning]
[groaning]
[clinking, groaning]
[beeping]
Hello there, sir.
Are you rightfully afraid of your own mortality?
Want make sure that when you're gone,
you are not forgotten? Well, step on up and marvel
at the latest technological wonder- photography!
Preserve your precious punim for generations to come!
Conquer time itself at absolutely no charge to you!
No charge, eh?
Well, I am very photogeneric.
Let's see. How do you start this thing?
Oh! Here we go!
Hoo! It's gettin' hot in here! [chuckles]
Should my underwear be on fire?
How many X-rays of Mr. Krabs do we need?
Just one. How many did you set it to take?
25... thousand?
I'm, uh, getting a little... [babbling]
Eh... thank you. No more pictures, please.
[groaning, crackling]
Squidward, is his skeleton supposed
to just fall apart like that?
Not at all.
[beeping]
Mr. Krabs, you all right? Are you sleepy?
[gasping] Mr. Krabs!
[sniffing] I don't smell his pulse.
What's that?
[moaning]
Is somebody there?
[moaning]
Don't look at me.
- Mr. Krabs? - Leave me be.
You're alive. And... naked.
[crying] It's true. I've molted.
What's molted?
It's when a crab gets too fat-
ah, er, well outgrows his shell. It falls off.
Wow.
'Armor Abs Krabs' can't show up at the reunion like this.
All pink and soft and unmanly.
I'm all flab and no ab! [sobbing]
Barnacles!
SpongeBob!
Sorry about the foul language, Mr. Krabs, but you're acting
like there never was a man in that shell.
The Krabs of his navy days was fearless.
He wouldn't let something as insignificant
as a missing shell slow him down.
Yeah.
Who cares how silly, pink, and fleshy you look.
How non-threatening, limp, and soggy you are.
How... Oops. [crying]
I can't go anywhere ever again.
[beeping]
Arr. Money, money, money, money, money.
10, 20, 30, 40.
[squeaking]
Who's there?
[chuckles]
Back to counting me money.
One, two, three, four, five.
[squeaking]
What the barnacle is that? Huh?
[squeaking]
[groaning]
[squeaking]
Whoa! [screaming]
[thudding]
[footsteps approaching]
[grunting]
Careful.
[grunting, squeaking]
[squeaking]
[grunting, squeaking]
[yawning]
Huh? Wha? [screaming]
[squeaking]