Ah, I don't know,
this doesn't look like a family restaurant.
Oh. Well, what do you think, baby?
Would you like to eat here?
[laughing]
Well, okay, then. What would you like?
Krabby Patty!
Umm. Yummy!
Good times.
Excuse me. Does this lovely couple belong to you?
They've been standing outside my house
saying "Where's Patrick?" all day!
It's driving me nuts!
Mom! Dad!
Wow, son! You actually recognized us this time.
And you remembered to get dressed today!
[laughing]
Oh, that's right, honey. We don't have a son.
Oh yeah!
[laughing]
Hello.
Ah.
SpongeBob!
[grunting]
No good, Mr. Krabs.
Allow me, boy.
Great. Now that me laundry's in the trunk.
There's room for you to sit up front.
Let's go make some cookies, boys.
[SpongeBob and Mr. Krabs] Hooray!
Oh, dear! My poor old heart.
[gasping]
Oh, dear Mother!
What have these foul-mouthed heathens done to ya?
You two should be ashamed!
Making an old lady faint with your sailor talk!
You should all be ashamed.
And if you're going to talk like sailors,
then you're going to work like sailors.
I guess you scallywags have earned a glass of lemonade.
[laughing]
Yeeeoww! My...
[horn honking]
...foot!
[gasping]
Mother!
What? It's Old Man Jenkins and his jalopy.
[horn honking]
Howdy, Mrs. K!
Hello, young lady.
We're selling chocolate.
Is your mother home?
Mom!
What? What? What's all the yelling?
You just can't wait for me to die, can you?
They're selling chocolate.
- Chocolate? - Yeah.
What? What are they selling?
Chocolates!
- What? - Chocolates!
I can't hear you!
They're selling chocolates!
- They're selling chocolate? - Yeah!
Chocolate... I remember when they first invented chocolate,
sweet, sweet chocolate.
I always hated it.
Oh, but this chocolate's not for eating, it's for--
You rub it on your skin and it makes you live forever.
- No, no, no, no. - Live forever, you say?
I'll take one.
Come on, you lazy Mary.
Start rubbing me with that chocolate.
I hate you.
[humming]
- Huh? - Bubble Bass,
why do you think it's funny to pack your mother in a box?
And drag her all over town?!
Mother.
[grunting]
We'll just see how you like it!
[panting]
I didn't do it.
Ow! Mother, please.
It was SpongeBob and Patrick! I'll dry the dishes, Mommy.
[grunting]
I love you, Mommy.
Rebooting... Loading E.M.I.L.P.
E.M.I.L.P.? What's E.M.I.L.P.?!
Emergency Mother In-Law Program.
Oh, no.
Plankton, what have you done to my daughter?!
You made her cry! You know, she could have been with an ATM!
Someone with money! But she chose you!
I don't know why!
Grandma! Grandma! Grandma!
SpongeBob.
Hi, Grandma.
Come in and sit for a while.
Have a cookie, SpongeBob.
Grandma, you make the best cookies
in the deep blue sea.
Oh, yeah.
Grandma's cookies.
Now, who wants to lick the spoon?
Me, me, me, me!
...and then we drove all the way home
with all the windows down in the freezing cold.
Grandma.
Someone's been cooking my recipe.
And they're doing it wrong.
What are you doing here?
Saving my recipe from my bumbling grandson.
Ow! I didn't do it! Uh, uh, it was him!
What?! Oh, you're not pinning this on me!
You said you didn't care if it was ready or not!
Okay, I admit it! I admit it! But━but what's the big deal?
Ow!
The big deal is when the chum is not cooked
for exactly 24 hours,
it causes severe tummy trouble!
How about a little more, Plankton,
or has this old granny had enough for one night?
Oh, Grandma, you know
I always have more pudding for you!
Oh, that looks simply delightful!
You once told me that this was your favorite flavor
growing up as a child.
Ration?
Uh, no, chocolate. Open up!
[creaking]
You can let go of the spoon now, Grandma. There.
Oops, looks like
you've got a little on your face.
Here, let me. There you are. There you are, darling.
Oh, Plankton. You always were my favorite granddaughter!