[music playing]
Barnacles.
The beach? Just you and me?
[ripping
[ripping]
So am I ready for the beach, SpongeBob?
Uh. Sure. Little sunscreen and I'm sure you'll be fine.
What is going on here?
[screaming]
What's wrong now?
Same as always. Look! Empty again.
What are you talking about, Puff?
[Mrs. Puff] You can't fool me!
You're SpongeBob and that guy who likes the chili.
[ripping]
Let's face it, Puff, you've gone off the deep end.
Oh. I can't quite reach it.
[groaning]
[grunting]
[belching]
[music playing]
[screaming]
Hold still, buddy!
[ripping]
Ah ha! I think I found a bag of money!
[grunting]
What the heck?
That's not yours.
[screaming]
Come back here!
A clam flew away with my skin.
I wouldn't be a good producer if I didn't carry a spare.
[chuckles]
Thanks, sis.
SpongeBob! [grunting]
Newsflash, SpongeBob, I got fired too!
[grunting]
This is exactly why we need to go on strike.
[grunting]
He can't treat us like this anymore!
I said, "I will not--" [grumbling]
May I borrow a cup of Squid Squeezy?
[screaming]
[groaning]
[laughing] Thank you!
I'm not... wearing a disguise.
Hmm. If he's Squidward, then you must be... Sandy?!
Whoops. Wrong outfit.
[shrieking] You're me.
Then I must be... Patrick.
Nah, I'm just kidding.
I really am Patrick.
[laughing]
Good one, Patrick.
Screaming will get you no--
[squeaking]
[ripping]
[growling]
[humming] Gotcha.
Now just one quick flick of the wrist and...
[screaming]
[groaning]
[screaming]
[grunting]
Alright! Alright! I give up!
I-I can't play with ya anymore! I just can't take the games!
They're tearing me apart!
[music playing]
[screaming]
Hey! Watch where you're swinging that--
SpongeBob! Be careful with--
Ow!
Okay, I've had enough.
[laughing]
[grunting]
All better.
[whistling]
[music playing]
Order up! [dinging]
[screaming]
[music playing]
[screaming]
Feels like something's biting me.
[screeching]
[laughing]
Good people have no use for weapons such as... tho-o-se!
[laughing]
The only thing I'm good at is being evil.
So long, suckers.
What's that smell, SpongeBob?
That Patrick is the smell of defeat.
Good. I thought it was my skin.
[screaming]
[groaning]
[narrator] Ah, the lobster,
the cockroach of the sea, skittering
across the ocean floor.
The lobster sheds its skin once a week.
[grunting]
And then, eats it.
Now that's what I call recycling. Huh, Frenchie?
Nothing will stop me, not even... giant clams?!
[screaming]
I'm not letting go even for... [gasping]
cheese graters?!
[screaming]
Okay, fine, stay.
But I hope you like making Krabby Patties.
Hang on, I'm trying to get a grip on the thing.
Now, don't move it 'till I say-- Ow!
Okay, it's on my foot! Now, don't-- Ow!
Okay!
O-Ow!
SpongeBob! I told you not to move 'til I said-- Ow!
Why do you keep moving it?!
'Cause you keep saying, "Ow!"