- Sandy!
- She will never reach you.
She must first pass through
(screaming)
the four floors of fear.
- SpongeBob?
- Ha.
Ha ha ha.
You cannot pass unless you defeat me,
the Tickler, and my iron finger style.
Ha ha.
(swishing)
Ha ha, look.
- Huh?
(Sandy giggling)
- Prepare for the tickling of your life.
- Taste these.
- Oh, no.
Jelly-filled donuts?
How did you know they were my weakness?
- No one can resist jelly-filled.
Hiya, hiya.
Hiya, hiya hiya.
Sticky around, I'll be back with the glazed.
- I could use a wet nap.
- All right, who's next?
- Halt.
No one advances past me, Lip Service,
and my power-flexi-dynamo lip thruster style.
- Hiya.
- Dance, squirrel, dance.
(lips sucking helmet)
(Lip Service laughing)
- Advanced hairdryer style.
(Lip Service laughing)
- What do you expect to do with that?
(hairdryer whirs)
(lips crackle)
Oh no, not chapped lips.
(crunching)
- That's enough lip out of you.
(exciting music)
(Sandy gasps)
- No one has ever made it to the lair of Filthy Phil.
No one passes except me.
Now, feel the sting of my horrible body odor.
(Filthy Phil groaning)
(tapping)
- Ha ha, Phil,
your foul stench can't permeate my fresh air dome.
- Fresh air dome?
(Phil sniffing)
Man, I really do stink.
(exciting music)
(Sandy screaming)
- You are one impressive squirrel.
You even made a costume change.
- Release SpongeBob.
- Never.
(cage clanking on floor)
(Sandy groaning)
He is forbidden to leave until he signs this contract.
- What are you talking about?
- Real estate.
- You mean this whole thing was a scam
to get us to buy real estate?
- Yes, if there was a real Karate Island
I'd be a millionaire.
- You mean I'm not King of Karate?
- No.
But you could be King of Condos.
Here, let me explain.
It's really quite simple.
See, if you invest in a timeshare here on Condo Island,
you can see your equity increase ten fold.
Perhaps you and your yellow friend
would like to set up a timeshare plan?
- Don't do it, Sandy!
(Sandy chanting)
(Sandy yelling)
- I won't give in to your timeshare vacation scam!
- Then get into my fists.
(man groaning)
(Sandy groaning)
- Hiya!
(growling)
(exciting music)
(woosh)
(exciting music)
(feet slapping)
(characters groaning)
(hands slapping)
(character groaning)
(wood breaking)
(character screaming)
- You're in the soup now, Oudon.
(bubbling)
- Sandy, I'm sorry I acted like a jerk back there.
Thanks for saving me from buying a condo.
- Oh shucks, SpongeBob,
that's what friends are for.
- I still have one question though.
Does this mean I'm not King of Karate anymore?
- You are in my book, SpongeBob.
You are in my book.
Now, let me tell you about real estate.
It's all about location.
- I'm here!
The King of Clarinets has arrived.
(dramatic music)