[laughing]
[clearing throat]
As camp master, I'm appointing meself judge,
jury and campcutioner. And whoever is responsible
will have to refill the outhouse by hand,
fin, or tentacle.
I'm all thumbs. [laughing]
Hi, Sandy!
Ooh wee, SpongeBob, what happened to you?
Y'all go prancing in a patch of poison kelp?
We're trying out a new look!
Woo hoo!
Wohoo doggie, nice knowing ya, SpongeBob!
I've got you now.
Flying squirrel at 12 o'clock!
Oh, no.
[grunting]
Can somebody spot me, bro?
[grunting]
[screaming]
[splashing]
Now, where did those grotesque goons go?
[laughing]
Aha!
Time to target those tushies.
Oh. We're not hideous anymore.
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?
[giggling]
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 Kamp Koral 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.
[grunting]
Too dry. My butt needs more ketchup!
Coming right up, sir.
[laughing]
Yep, totally normal.
[laughing]
It's even stranger than I imagined.
Boy, they sure look weird without clothes on, huh?
Whoo hoo! Hanging!
Yeah, especially that big, ugly guy over there.
[screaming]
Mr. Krabs?!
[screaming]
Okay, listen, being a single father
of a giant baby,
it just doesn't leave much time for exercise
or- or eaten well or, oh never mind!
Just get back to camp immediately.
And if anyone asks, this never happened.
Man, how embarrassing for him.
Patrick, where are your pants?
I don't want 'em anymore. I'm free!
Patrick, come on! At least put on shoes.
Never!
[growling, screaming]
Testing. Testing. Okay, I got one.
Why did the whale cross the road?
[audience] Why?
To get to the other tide.
[hissing]
[laughing]
Seriously what did my parents feed me?
Yellow cake?
I look like a skyscraper over here.
[laughing]
And I'm the runt of the litter.
When I was a kid, my dad used to lose me
in the couch cushions with the Eiffel Tower.
[laughing]
I was so tiny.
How tiny were you?
I'll tell ya. I was so tiny,
I only ate nine fishermen for breakfast.
[laughing]
I tell you, I was tiny.
So tiny,
I used a great white shark for a loofah.
[laughing]
I'll tell you, I was so tiny, when I was born,
I gave the hospital stretch marks.
[laughing]
That's my time, folks. You're okay. I'm out.
Meep, meep, meep, meep, meep...
Moop.
Meep!
Moop.
Meep!
Moop moop moop moop.
Meep meep.
Moop moop moop moop.
Meep meep.
Moop moop moop moop.
Meep meep.
Moop moop. Moop moop moop moop.
Moop moop moop moop.
Meep meep.
Moop moop moop moop.
Meep meep.
Moop moop moop moop.
Meep meep.
Moop moop moop. Moop moop moop moop.
Moop moop moop moop moop moop. Moop. Moop.
Meep meep.
Moop moop.
Moop. Moop. Moop.
Meep. Meep. Meep. Meep.
Hmm. Here's something that might help you out.
I tried out a lot of different personalities
before I picked the perfect one you see before you today.
Moop.
Moop moop.
Hey! I said not me!
M-Moop.
Moop.
You're not even doing it right. It's like this.
[laughing]
[grunting]
Oh, yeah. I can really feel the burn.
[grunting]
Oh, yeah, I'm getting j-j-jacked, baby.
Larry is getting huge. Larry is a monster.
No pain, no gain.
Ooh. Good Neptune. It hurts.
My sore muscles sure could use a soak.
[sighing] Huh?
[sniffing] Hmm. Is this butter?
I see food.
Get it? Seafood.
What are you gonna do? Eat me?
Though most folks love the rich, juicy flavor of lobster meat,
I prefer the shell.
What? Dude?
Dipped in butter.
But I need that.
You can't leave me like this. I'm all soft and buttery.
No! No!
Picnic stretching, no confetching,
picnic stretching.
Whoa, whoa, whoa!
[screaming]
Gary! My favorite forest snail.
I haven't seen you since last summer.
Bring it in, buddy. [laughing]
[screaming]
Hi, Mrs. Puff.
Have you seen any disgusting snails
in here, SpongeBob?
Mmm. Disgusting snails? Don't think so.
[laughing nervously]
Oh, really?
Then what do you call... this?
I call it a Patrick.
[laughing]
Huh?
Well, keep your eyes open.
Because when I find that garden grubbing snail,
he's escargot!
[laughing]
Hmm. Oh.
Oh. You- You saved me, Patrick.
Well, duh, I said I was here to do everything for you.
[belching]
[humming]
[laughing]
[belching]
[humming]
[belching]
[sighing]
You know, Patrick, at first I thought
I was going to die out here, thanks to your idiocy.
But this has turned out to be a lovely experience.
I also thought we were going to die.
If you had told me all those weeks ago
that I'd be here with you now, dancing through the-
[gasping] What? We're dancing.
Well, I'm dancing. You're just following
[humming]
No, you fool, this means my ankles are better.
Whoo hoo!
Now, let's see how my campers are doing.
Looking bubbly sea bunnies.
Ooh, who's that handsome fellow?
My eyes!
[sighing]
[laughing]
[gasping]
Bye.
[screaming]
Jelly fishing, perhaps one of the hardest
and most dangerous sports. It takes a keen mind
and nerves of steel to catch a...
Oh. [chuckles]
Fast learners, I guess.
Well, of course you are
with a great jelly hunter like me to teach you.
[laughing]
I'm being jelly hunted!
Phew.
Okay, jellyfish lesson over.
Let me check in on the others.
[humming]
Oh, moosing around, eh?
[laughing]
Whoo! Stay loose, moose!
[grunting]
Way to brag, Stag.
[laughing]
What? You don't find it amoo-oosing?
[laughing]
Missed me. Better buck next time.
[laughing]
[sighing] I find Pants to be the lowest form of humor.
You're such a snob.
[screaming]
[laughing]
You are either very brave...
Or very foolish to venture into this dark domain.
Foolish! We're very foolish!
So are we.
We're Roxie.
Say hello to my cabin mate, Jeremy.
Shake?
Yes, we are.
Don't worry, it tastes like maple syrup.
Mm. Thanks.
[groaning]
Hello.
My name is Fredatony.
That is my web I spun it this morning.
[screaming]
[groaning]
Nice work. You do free alterations?
[groaning]
So, uh, which one of you is the c-cabin counselor?
Hey, Kid.
[gasping]
[screaming]
Kid Veratu.
[screaming]
Oh, look at that. It's past our dead time.
I mean bedtime.
This is Perch Perkins, and we're coming to you live
from the camp's old boathouse where my cameraman
and I have made a horrifying discovery.
Hanging from the rafters, dozens of soulless martian clone husks.
[creaking]
[screaming]
[laughing]
Eh, spoiler alert.
Martians are taking over the camp.
Harvey, what are you? Get down from there.
This looks great.
I am getting a spine tingling down shot.
[screaming]
[groaning]
No! Not counselor's bubble bath!
[unintelligible]
[groaning]
Martians!
[groaning]
We got to warn everyone. Campers, listen to me.
You're all in great danger. Huh?
Oh, no.
The martian got to them.
[screaming]
Listen to me. Martians are coming.
Craig buddy, martians are co...
[screaming]
[groaning]
Hey, Perch.
Camp master Krabs, great Neptune,
the voice of sanity.
Yams.
[screaming]
Ew.
[panting]
Campers, don't panic!
If we just stick together, we can stop the invasion!
Martians cloned us!
No more running, Perch.
Time to bash some martians.
Ow!
My leg!
We did it. We're heroes.