[whirring]
[laughing]
Whoa!
[laughing]
Almost gotcha!
[laughing]
[booming]
Uh oh.
[shattering]
Two thousand years later.
[banging]
[whirring]
Holy Krabby Patties!
A frozen cephalopod!
[zapping]
[screaming]
Why is everything... chrome?
Everything is chrome in the future.
[sputtering]
Oh, my.
Impossible!
He's lying!
[creaking]
[whirring]
[booming]
SpongeBob?
[screaming]
Stay back!
Loser.
[screaming]
[whirring]
[alarm blaring]
[sputtering]
[thrumming]
[warbling]
[creaking]
[echoing]
Alone.
- Alone. - Alone.
- Alone - Alone.
[sizzling]
There it is!
Your new patty!
[belching]
Well, that wasn't familiar.
[rumbling]
- [moaning] - What's going on?
What do you think Bikini Bottom
will be like in the future?
Hm...
[chirping]
Welcome to the future, history person.
During your absence, our society has achieved numerous advances
we're sure you will find to be quite impressive
[whirring]
Well?
[gasping]
Wow!
Special drinking fountains for short people!
What will the future think of next?
We now return to tonight's
Creepy Time Theater presentation of
Night of the Robot.
[screaming]
Hurry, Gary, the scary robot movie's on!
Hold on tight!
Gee, Sandy, this sure feels-
[babbling]
[screaming]
What in tarnation- [gasping]
Hi, Sandy!
...ab SpongeBob and Patrick!
I am the evil Dr. Franken-Cheeks!
[laughing]
I forgot to introduce to my little friend.
[roaring]
[screaming]
[laughing]
[zapping]
[roaring]
Me? [grunting]
Are you sure this is safe?
As sure as I'm a doctor professor.
Patrick, don't you think we should test it?
Okay!
That's not exactly what I had in mind.
Lord Reginald, are you alright?
Oh, I say, this is splendid!
[gasping] Oh, absolutely splendid!
What's this? Oh, marvelous!
This machine is evacuating my nostrils
of unwanted residue in a manner most pleasant!
Good work, Mr. Doctor Professor Patrick!
[whirring]
Good gracious!
Can it be?
Try it again!
[whirring]
Oh, it is!
...failure, I see, huh, darling?
Oh, can it, computer wife.
Can't you see I'm exhausted?
Why don't you go make yourself useful
and synthesize me up some grub?
Yes, Your Majesty.
What do we got here?
Oh, goody.
Ah ha! Well, I hate to leave you, Karen,
but you know what they say
a rolling stone gathers no algae.
[screaming]
Brace for the afterburners!
[blasting]
[booming]
You can't bring regular food into space.
Why not?
Because, as we leave Earth's gravity
everything becomes weightless,
and any uncontained food will float off
in all directions.
Oh. Is that a problem?
Only if it gets sucked into the
reverse spatial linearity drive.
[sputtering]
Ah, nuts!
Oops.
[clanging]
[whirring]
[smacking]
That looks like a good spot.
Alright, SpongeBob,
now that we've got our camp set up,
it's time for some moon crater boarding!
What's moon crater boarding?
It's simple. You ride these
on that
like this!
Yeehaw!
Right here's the Flip-a-dee-doo-dah!
And right there's the classic
Texas Tail Grab!
And this I call the Seven-Twenty Nut Job!
Munchy!
And let's not forget my grandpappy's favorite,
the Tour de Saturn Stargazer!
Yeehaw!
[gasping]
Are we gonna be consumed in a giant fireball?
Not if I can keep our nose up we aren't!
Hang on!
It's gonna get bumpy when we hit the atmosphere.
[rumbling]
[creaking]
[screaming]
Yeehaw!
Oh, my goodness!
Yip yip yippy!
Yeehaw!
[screaming]
Woohoo!
I close the proto chamber
and finally
[whirring]
[alarm blaring]
[grunting]
As you can see,
I've produced two clones of my subject
which will allow him to honor all the commitments
he's made this evening.
[squeaking]
What don't you understand about...
more!
[splattering]
Another bag of chum.
[sniffing] Blech.
Now, to shape this into His Highness's dinner request.
[zapping]
Heh, the whole package!
I can't believe this.
After all I've done for you,
you dump me
for this cheap pile of plastic?
Well, I had to cut costs somewhere.
Who are you calling cheap?
At least I don't rust!
And why did I outfit her
with a molecular rearranger ray?
Here's your stir fry, little-
Hmm...
[analyzing]
Shelby Naughtica, huh?
Oh, what a beautiful name.
Thank you
[whirring]
[yelling]
My leg.
My leg!
[mumbling] Trash!
[mumbling]
[combusting]
[belching]
Trash. Trash.
[trembling]
Trash!
Three thousand years later.
To this day, no one knows why
these mysterious statues
were created, or by whom.
Gary, Gary, Gary, Gary!
What now, Mr. Krabs?
That's right. I am Krabs,
your boss, your ruler, your master.
[laughing]
Ha ha ha.
Nonsense, I'm the fastest computer alive.
[stammering]
Journey to the Center of Karen.
[zapping]
Ow!
Whoa!
[stammering]
Plankton, it looks like the virus
is heading to Karen's memory banks.
Intruder detected.
[charging]
[zapping]
[screaming]
[blasting]
[grunting]
Plankton?
That's my name.
- Where is this delivery to? - Mars.
Oh, Mars, well then-
[stammering] Mars?
Bye, Squidward!
[screaming]
[gibbering]
Delivery from the Krusty Krab.
[gibbering]
[munching]
Mmm! Yummy yummy! [gibbering]
I am Robo 2.1,
your personal robot servant.
I am proficient in providing
over 250,000 creature comforts.
Would you care for a pastry?
[stomping]
[screaming]
Stop!
[laughing]
Plan B, meet Karen.
Now, go, my automated agent of naughtiness!
Go and destroy SpongeBob's good name.
[laughing]
Huh? Oh, yeah.
[grunting]
I am ready.
Ready to destroy Christmas.
[blazing]
Hurry up, Santa. Hop on!
[bursting]
[whirring]
[oohing]
What is it?
It's a portal to other worlds.
I built it to explore the universe!
Also for quick trips to Texas
to pick up some of my favorite barbeque nuts.
- Yoink! - Oh!
Dagnabbit! That ding-dang,
nut stealing arm is back again!
[alarm blaring]
[whirring]
[gasping]
[screaming]
Oh, no!
You've activated the vortex!
Ooh, so swirly!
Look at all the colors.
Whatever you do, don't walk into it!
Can we skip into it?
[humming]
SpongeBob Squarepants, Patrick Star,
you stop right now!
Now, turn around.
Now, walk.
[gasping]
Ugh!
Those two ain't no smarter than a circus peanut.
[screaming]
- Oh! - Oh!
[screaming]
Whoa!
Oh oh!
[grunting]