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Pearl Slabs: There! That's better! Rube: Okay, no need to panic, everyone. Just a slight delay! Heh. Come on. SpongeBob, Patrick, Rube, and the tourists: Ooh! | What kind of monster would want to keep fish folk in jail like this? They're so beautiful. |
Patrick: Yeah! Aww. I want to kiss that one! | Uh, I'm just gonna head back to my seat. |
Rube: Come on. Come on! Patrick: Having trouble? Rube: Yeah. It's amazing. I can't get this dang thing to budge. Patrick: Uh, hey! I have a great idea! I'll be right back! Rube: Well, while we wait for the great idea, let's all sing Happy Birthday to our fellow passenger! Rube and the tourists: ♪Happy—♪ Patrick: Ho, ho! I just knew that empty aquarium would break your fall! Rube: That was a great idea, Patrick! Now we can get out of this scary place. | Wait, Rube! We can't leave all these fish behind! |
Patrick: Yeah! I'm in love! Rube: I understand how you feel, Birthday Bob, but what can we do about it? | Ooh! Whee! |
Rube: This is the most amazing thing I've ever done! SpongeBob, Patrick, Rube and the tourists: To the beach! Rube: Okay, everyone, we are about to begin our final descent into Bikini Bottom. So this is your last chance to take snapshots before we submerge. Dog Walker: Dog! Yeah! Beanie McBeans: Beans! Patrick: I'm so hungry still. | Did you see that? |
David Hasselholf: Wow, it's a submarine! That's amazing! Rube: Whoops! Excuse me! Potty: Brawk! I'm outta here! David Hasselholf: Hey, you ran over my foot! Patchy: Uh, I don't think so. I— David Hasselholf: I've had it with the beach! I'm going to live in a volcano, where it's safe. | Good-bye, sweet Surface Land. I'll never forget you. |
SpongeBob, Patrick, Rube and the tourists: Good-bye! Bye! Patrick: Good-bye, my love! Patchy: Thanks for sticking up for me, Potty, ya big coward! Potty: I moved like a cat! Patchy: I hope that beach bozo didn't damage SpongeBob's gift! Now if I can only find a way to get out to— Ooh! That island! Then I can drop the present over Bikini Bottom. Potty: Maybe you could take a ride on that? Patchy: Ooh! All right, Potty, I'm ready! Fire! Potty: Bombs away! Potty: Hooray! Yippee! Patchy: We did it! Potty, we did it! Rube: Well, that's the end of our tour, folks. I hope you all enjoyed yourselves. I sure as heck did! | You were right, Rube, that was... |
SpongeBob and Patrick: Amazing! Rube: I'm just sorry we never had time to sing Happy Birthday to ya, SpongeBob. | Well, how about now? |
Rube: You got it, birthday boy! Let's sing Happy Birthday, everyone! A-one and a-two... Rube and the tourists: ♪Happy birthday—♪ | Nice try! Maybe next year! |
Old Man Walker: Oh, no! He's here! He's here! SpongeBob! SpongeBob is here! | Well, of course I'm here. Great job with your walker! You walked really far. |
Patrick: Maybe I should get one of these walking things. How many miles to the gallon? | Why don't we just let Old Man Walker get home, Patrick? |
Old Man Walker: Home? No, I— Patrick: Here, let me help. Pow! Old Man Walker: SpongeBob's here! | I hope I'm that spry when I'm his age. Huh. Must have forgotten to take my keys. |
Patrick: It looks open. SpongeBob's friends, family, and party guests: Surprise... | A surprise party? For me? |
Patrick: Oh, yeah. I was gonna tell you. Surprise! | Oh, thank you, everybody. You've made this the best birthday I ever had. My spongy heart is bursting with joy 'cause I know I have the love of my pet, Gary... |
Gary: Meow. | And my family... and I have the love of my friends. And I live in the bestest place in the whole wide world, Bikini Bottom, where nothing bad can ever happen, and there's nothing to ever, ever be scared of. From your biggest fan. Hmm? I have a fan? |
Patchy: Ahh, surprise! It's Patchy the Pirate! Happy birthday, SpongeBob! | Oh! Thank you, Patchy! |
Patchy: Guess I didn't really think this head-in-a-box thing through all the way. I don't really know what to do now. | Well, I still haven't gotten my birthday song. |
Patchy: Ooh, you'll get it now! ♪Ooh, who's having a birthday under the sea?♪ | ♪Me, me, me, me!♪ |
Patchy: ♪With presents and cake and caller ID♪ SpongeBob's friends, family, and party guests: ♪SpongeBob SquarePants♪ Patchy: ♪Would you like to send him a nice birthday wish?♪ SpongeBob's friends, family, and party guests: ♪Yes, we would!♪ Potty: ♪Then drop on the deck and flop like a fish♪ SpongeBob's friends, family, and party guests: ♪SpongeBob SquarePants, SpongeBob SquarePants♪ David Hasselholf: Happy birthday, dude. Kel Mitchell: Happy birthday, SpongeBob! JoJo Siwa: SpongeBob, happy birthday! Tiffany Haddish: Happy birthday, SpongeBob! Thomas F. Wilson: Happy birthday, SpongeBob! Sigourney Weaver: SpongeBob, it's your birthday. Congratulations. Heidi Klum: Happy, happy birthday, SpongeBob! Kal Penn: Happy birthday, SpongeBob! John Goodman: Happy 20th, SpongeBob! Lana Condor: Happy birthday, Spongebob! Jason Sudeikis: Happy birthday! RuPaul: Happy birthday, SpongeBob! Vernon Davis: Happy birthday, buddy! Rob Gronkowski: Happy birthday, my friend! Allan K. Washington, Danny Skinner, Ethan Slater, and Lilli Cooper: Happy birthday, SpongeBob! Happy birthday! Gilbert Gottfried: Happy birthday, SpongeBob! SpongeBob's friends, family, and party guests: ♪SpongeBob SquarePants!♪ | ♪Happy birthday to me! SpongeBob SquarePants!♪ |
Patrick: By the way, SpongeBob, how old are you? | Well, as of today, I am— |
Cut Version Patchy: Oh, hi, kids! Patchy Pirate here on a glorious day. I'm going to deliver this here very special present to SpongeBob on his birthday. That is, if I can get this blasted boat to start. And start! Potty: Maybe if you remembered to fill the tank with gas... Patchy: Oh, Potty, you're full of gas! Get outta here! Potty: I see the problem! Patchy: Walking is better than driving anyway. I've been meaning to work on me land legs. Potty: Squawk, squawk! Patchy: Now to see which way the wind is blowing. This way! Whoa! Potty: Hard to port! SpongeBob's alarm clock: Wake up! Gary: | What? Today? My birthday? Oh, Gary, you know I never pay attention to those sorts of things. Oh, wow, Gary! Did you make me this jellyfishing net yourself? |
Gary: Meow! | Best present ever! |
Patrick: | Hi, buddy. |
Patrick: Uh... | You remembered my birthday! Oh, and you got me a sight-seeing bus tour as a present! |
Patrick: Huh? Oh, oh! No, SpongeBob. I got you a sightseeing tour as a present. | Whoo-hoo! Oh, this is so exciting! I wonder where we're going? |
Rube: We're going to Surface Land! SpongeBob, Patrick, and the tourists: | Surface Land? |
Patrick: Rube: Hi, everybody, and welcome to Surface Land Tours! I'm your tour guide, Rube. SpongeBob, Patrick, and the tourists: Hi, Rube! Rube: Before we drive to the amazing Surface Land, I'm required to read you these tour bus rules. Please sit in an upright position. Absolutely no bad language! No horseplay! And no digging, no dancing, no tanning, no cooking, no fencing, no drowning, no molting, no running, no trespassing, no peeking, and no balloons! | Aww. Not even birthday balloons? |
Rube: Oh, my goodness! Is it your birthday? | Yes! |
Rube: Well, I would love for everyone to sing happy birthday to you! Tourist #1: Yes! | Aww, really? That is so— |
Rube: Not now, of course. Tour time is tight! Whoa! Okay, everybody, we're on Upseedaisy Street, and ready for lift off! SpongeBob and Patrick: Lift off? Rube: Amazing! | Oh, are we there yet? |
Rube: Almost. But we need a little boast to the surface. SpongeBob and Patrick: Yay! David Hasselhoff: Ah! Tartar sauce! Rube: Now remember, everyone, keep your arms and legs inside the bus at all times 'cause we are about to encounter a gaggle of nearly naked beach giraffes! SpongeBob, Patrick, and the tourists: Ooh! SpongeBob and Patrick: Nearly naked beach giraffes! Rube: Don't worry, everyone. The beach giraffes may look crazy, but they're actually peaceful creatures. Let's get a closer look. Can: Hey, kids, welcome to Beach Blanket Bean-go! And here's your host, Beanie McBeans! Beanie McBeans: Hey! What do you want? Beach Goers: Beans! Beanie McBeans: When do you want them? Beach Goers: Beans! Beanie McBeans: Ha, ha! Beach Goers: Beans, beans, beans...! Beanie McBeans: Beans, beans, good for your heart! They make you strong, they make you smart! When I eat beans, I squeal! I eat beans with every meal! You do, too! You know you do! Beans, beans! Beans, beans, beans! SpongeBob and Patrick: Ooh! Patrick: Oh, he's good. Beanie McBeans: All right, you know the rules. First question: How many beans are in a 16 ounce can? Contestant: Uh? Three million? Beanie McBeans: Sorry! Wrong answer! Contestant: Yeah! Patrick: So many beans! | Uh-oh. |
Rube: Whoa! Patrick: Must have beans! SpongeBob, Rube, and the tourists: Whoa! Uh-oh! Patrick: Beans, beans, beans, beans, beans! Beach Goers: Whoa! Rube: Stop! Patrick: Wrong answer! | Patrick! You ate all the water! |
Patrick: It's not my fault. The water got in the way! Rube: Passengers, do not panic! We can get water right over there. Female Beach Goer: Okay. Perfect! Rube: Ah! And we're back! | Yeesh, I thought this was my birthday, not my deathday! I'm sorry, Patrick. I was just kidding. Oh! What am I looking at?! |
Rube: You're looking at an amazing creature that is just as afraid as you are of it. SpongeBob and Patrick: I doubt it! Rube: I'm telling ya, that is a blue feathered northwestern pie-dragon. So calm down, guys. It only eats pies. I was wrong! It's gonna eat us! Run! Dog Walker: Whoa! | Wow! In Surface Land, everywhere you go is full of surprises! |
Patrick: Yeah, I'm surprised we haven't crashed yet. SpongeBob, Patrick, and the tourists: Wow! Rube: Hey, is everybody hungry? Let's stop for a birthday lunch! | The Trusty Slab? Sounds familiar. |
Rube: This is a example of typical feeding station for surface folk. Rube: Let's watch these hungry beach giraffes as they struggle to communicate. Patrick (live-action): No, no, wait! Uh, I'll have the, uh... Mr. Manward: Sir, could you please order something? There are a lot of people waiting here. Some of us have lives. Patrick (live-action): Oh, don't rush me! I almost had it! Uh... Patrick: That guy's so dumb! Carol: Where in tarnation is my lunch?! The service here is slower than a three-legged dog in molasses! Mr. Slabs: Me customers! All right, all right, all right! What's the hold up here, Mr. Manward? Mr. Manward: How should I know? Go ask your persnickety fry cook. Between him and this other idiot, we're not gonna make it through the lunch rush alive. Mr. Slabs: Well, I'll just see about that! You'll be having the number three with cheese! Patrick (live-action): Aw, that's what I was gonna order. I'll have the—the number cheese with cheese. Mr. Manward: Don't you have somewhere else to be a nitwit? Patrick (live-action): Not until 4:00. Mr. Slabs: JimBob! JimBob: Hi! Mr. Slabs: Got a restaurant full of hungry customers out there! Where are the burgers? JimBob: Ooh, Mr. Slabs, you know that I can't serve a Slabby Patty ♪until it's cooked just right!♪ ♪Slabby Patty and it's cooked just right, Slabby Patty, day and night, what a nifty tasty sight! Slabby Patty and it's cooked just right—♪ | I love this guy! |
JimBob: ♪Doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo! Doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo!♪ Mr. Slabs: Enough of that! JimBob: Sorry, sir. Mr. Slabs: Get those ship-shape burgers shipped out or you'll be doing soft shoe across the street at the Crumb Basket! JimBob: Yes, Mr. Slabs. It won't happen again, Mr. Slabs. Sorry, Mr. Slabs. Mr. Slabs: Hmm, that'll be the day... JimBob: All right, troops, prepare to be deployed! SpongeBob and Patrick: Ooh! Patrick: Giant patties! JimBob: What fun! | Ooh, I just gotta get a closer look at that glorious spatula! |
JimBob: Oops, forgot the cheese! | Oh! Patrick! Patrick, help! |
Patrick: Huh? Oh! I'm coming, buddy! | Never get out of the bus, Patrick. Never get out of the bus! |
Patrick: Who's hungry? Rube: Amazing! Lunch time, everybody! Carol: Where's the meat? Dagnabit! That's it! I'm taking my business elsewhere! Mr. Charleston: You're not going anywhere, sister! Sit down! And everybody freeze! This is a robbery! Slabs! Show yourself! Mr. Slabs: You can only have me register over me cold lifeless shell! Mr. Charleston: Nobody wants your stupid money. Mr. Slabs: Huh? Mr. Charleston: Hand over the Slabby Patty secret sauce recipe and nobody gets vaporized, see? You all have until the count of three. A-one, a-two... Carol: Ha! Karate chop! You're welcome! Patrick: Ha! She chopped him real good! Mr. Slabs: Fear not, gentle customers. This is not a robber. This is my lame competition across the street, Charleston! Mr. Charleston: What gave me away? My voice? Mr. Slabs: No, your knit cap had one eye hole. Mr. Charleston: Ugh! Foiled by a hand crocheted gift! Mark my words, Slabs, maybe not today but, oh, someday, that secret sauce recipe will be mine! Mr. Slabs: Nice try, weirdo. Mr. Charleston: Where am I? Rube: Well, feeding time is over. Hang on, everybody! Patchy: Eh, my Potty needs to use your potty. Mr. Manward: Sorry. No. Patchy: Sorry, Potty, you'll have to hold it. Come on! Potty: Easy for you to say! Rube: Oh, excuse me, sir. Oh, pardon me! | Ooh, that was delicious. I love surface food! |
Patrick: You missed a spot. Charlie: Ugh! Thanks. Rube: Okay, everybody, the next point of interest is coming up in just a few short minutes, so just relax and enjoy the— | Stop the bus! Rube, what is that?! |
Rube: Oh, that's what they call a fish prison. And one thing is for sure, you don't ever want to end up in there. Pearl Slabs: Huh? Who left this aquarium out here? Hi, nice to meet you! Sandy: I feel like I've got three wheels down and my axles are dragging. Where in tarnation is SpongeBob? | No! |
Pearl Slabs: There! That's better! Rube: Okay, no need to panic, everyone. Just a slight delay! Heh. Come on. SpongeBob, Patrick, Rube, and the tourists: Ooh! | What kind of monster would want to keep fish folk in jail like this? They're so beautiful. |
Patrick: Yeah! Aww. I want to kiss that one! | Uh, I'm just gonna head back to my seat. |
Rube: Come on. Come on! Patrick: Having trouble? Rube: Yeah. It's amazing. I can't get this dang thing to budge. Patrick: Uh, hey! I have a great idea! I'll be right back! Rube: Well, while we wait for the great idea, let's all sing Happy Birthday to our fellow passenger! Rube and the tourists: ♪Happy—♪ Patrick: Ho, ho! I just knew that empty aquarium would break your fall! Rube: That was a great idea, Patrick! Now we can get out of this scary place. | Wait, Rube! We can't leave all these fish behind! |
Patrick: Yeah! I'm in love! Rube: I understand how you feel, Birthday Bob, but what can we do about it? | Ooh! Whee! |
Rube: This is the most amazing thing I've ever done! SpongeBob, Patrick, Rube and the tourists: To the beach! Rube: Okay, everyone, we are about to begin our final descent into Bikini Bottom. So this is your last chance to take snapshots before we submerge. Dog Walker: Dog! Yeah! Beanie McBeans: Beans! Patrick: I'm so hungry still. | Did you see that? |
David Hasselholf: Wow, it's a submarine! That's amazing! Rube: Whoops! Excuse me! Potty: Brawk! I'm outta here! David Hasselholf: Hey, you ran over my foot! Patchy: Uh, I don't think so. I— David Hasselholf: I've had it with the beach! I'm going to live in a volcano, where it's safe. | Good-bye, sweet Surface Land. I'll never forget you. |
SpongeBob, Patrick, Rube and the tourists: Good-bye! Bye! Patrick: Good-bye, my love! Patchy: Thanks for sticking up for me, Potty, ya big coward! Potty: I moved like a cat! Patchy: I hope that beach bozo didn't damage SpongeBob's gift! Now if I can only find a way to get out to— Ooh! That island! Then I can drop the present over Bikini Bottom. Potty: Maybe you could take a ride on that? Patchy: Ooh! All right, Potty, I'm ready! Fire! Potty: Bombs away! Potty: Hooray! Yippee! Patchy: We did it! Potty, we did it! Rube: Well, that's the end of our tour, folks. I hope you all enjoyed yourselves. I sure as heck did! | You were right, Rube, that was... |
SpongeBob and Patrick: Amazing! Rube: I'm just sorry we never had time to sing Happy Birthday to ya, SpongeBob. | Well, how about now? |
Rube: You got it, birthday boy! Let's sing Happy Birthday, everyone! A-one and a-two... Rube and the tourists: ♪Happy birthday—♪ | Nice try! Maybe next year! My birthday in Surface Land sure was fun. But nothing beats Bikini Bottom! Where nothing bad can ever happen, and there's nothing to ever, ever be scared of. |
Patrick: Look out! | From your biggest fan. Hmm? I have a fan? |
Patchy: Ahh, surprise! It's Patchy the Pirate! Happy birthday, SpongeBob! | Oh! Thank you, Patchy! |
Patchy: Guess I didn't really think this head-in-a-box thing through all the way. I don't really know what to do now. | Well, I still haven't gotten my birthday song. |
Patchy: Ooh, you'll get it now! ♪Ooh, who's having a birthday under the sea?♪ | ♪Me, me, me, me!♪ |
Patchy: ♪With presents and cake and caller ID♪ SpongeBob's friends, family, and party guests: ♪SpongeBob SquarePants♪ Patchy: ♪Would you like to send him a nice birthday wish?♪ SpongeBob's friends, family, and party guests: ♪Yes, we would!♪ Potty: ♪Then drop on the deck and flop like a fish♪ SpongeBob's friends, family, and party guests: ♪SpongeBob SquarePants, SpongeBob SquarePants, SpongeBob SquarePants!♪ | ♪Happy birthday to me! SpongeBob SquarePants!♪ |
Patrick: By the way, SpongeBob, how old are you? | Well, as of today, I am— |
Johnny Elaine: Bikini Bottom Action News! Tonight's top story: A wealthy entrepreneur, who wishes to remain anonymous, is sponsoring this year's sleigh race. First prize: one million dollars! All of Bikini Bottom is entered, but only one hopeful will win. We join roving reporter Perch Perkins live at the scene. Perch Perkins: The tension's building up as the contestants line up to win the prize. | Gary and I are gonna try to win the prize so Mr. Krabs can fix up the Krusty Krab. Right, Gary? |
Gary: Meow. Patrick: I hear ya. I hope I win so I can buy all the Krabby Patties I want! Good thing I brought out the heavy artillery Gooey Worms! | Uh, Patrick those don't move. |
Patrick: Sure they do! Giddy up! Hyah! See? Robot Plankton: You don't stand a chance, Krabs! Karen and I--I mean, my worm and I are gonna whip your tail fin! Right, worm? Karen: Ruff ruff. Robot Plankton: And with the prize money, I'll topple your restaurant empire once and for all! Mr. Krabs: Ha! Where fetchin' money's involved, nobody topples me. Announcer: Contestants, ready your sleds. Perch Perkins: Excuse me, sir. How do you think you'll do in the race? Squidward: Hello out there Bikini Bottom! I'm glad I can finally talk to my adoring fans on television! Perch Perkins: Best of luck to ya. Oh, excuse me miss... Announcer: On your marks... Plankton: So long suckers. Announcer: ... get set, go! Patrick: Come on, wormies! Giddy up! Hmm. French Narrator: Meanwhile, back in the lowlands... Plankton: Alone at last! Now, there's nothing between me and the secret formula! Mr. Krabs: C'mon, boys! Get me to the greenbacks! Robot Plankton: I think not old man. Turbo boost, Karen! Mr. Krabs: No! I can't let him win. Sandy: Don't worry, he won't. I will. Yeehaw! Patrick: Hi, SpongeBob. | Hi Patrick. Where's your sleigh? |
Patrick: I dunno. | Hop in. We'll give you a lift. Come on Gary! |
Plankton: Hehehehe! Locked?! Ugh. Good thing I brought this along. I'm gonna need something with more firepower. Sandy: Woo wee! Looks like I lost them! The remote shorted out! The robots are stuck in high gear! Whoa! Aaaa! Squidward: Those dimwits don't stand a chance against my imported worm. Hey! What's the big idea?! Worm: (speaks in a British Accent) I beg your pardon. It's tea time, anyway. Squidward: I don't have time for this! Tea time. Of all the ridiculous concepts!' ' Patrick: Whoa! Look at that! | Squidward! Buddy! He doesn't look so hot. We better take him with us. |
Patrick: Good idea. Gary: Meoow... | Patrick, do you hear that? |
SpongeBob & Patrick: Sandy? Sandy: Th-th-th-th-th-thanks, guys. | No problem, right, Gare? |
Gary: Meow... Errrgg! Mr. Krabs: Sniff out the money, little guys! Come on! Marsh! Wai-wait a minute. I was gonna feed ya! Honest! Mr. Krabs: Heeelp! | Hi Mr. Krabs. |
Mr. Krabs: I just been turned into lunchmeat by me own worms! | Aaaaa! Hop in, sir! We'll get you out of here! |
Mr. Krabs: Much appreciate it, boy! Everyone except Squidward: Faster! Faster! Faster! Gary: Mooowww... Everyone: Faster! Faster! Everyone: Faster! | This is a dead end! |
Everyone: Gary: Rooooooooarr! Meow. Mr. Krabs: Great. Now we're trapped. [cuts to everyone around a fire, made with SpongeBob's hat, but still shivering. Mr. Krabs: Good thinkin', squirrel! This should keep us alive for at least... a few hours... oh... Patrick: It's-s-s... so c-c-cold! | Hey! How about a campfire song? |
Squidward: No Singing! Everyone: Squidward! Squidward: Alright, alright! Someone get me a blanket. Mr. Krabs: Hey Squidward, what is it with the extra foot, buddy? Squidward: Huh? This isn't mine... Waaaahhh! All: Mr. Krabs: Not you again! Sandy: Ha! Slimey snow vermin! You missed! Mr. Krabs: That's weren't the attack. Sandy: Huh? Mr. Krabs: Hit the deck! | Gary! |
Squidward: Oh no... not again... Mr. Krabs: She's reloading! Now's our chance to scram. | What is that formidable creature? |
Mr. Krabs: That, me boy, is none other than the Abominable Snow Mollusk. | I thought that was just a myth. |
Mr. Krabs: Oh, I assure you, she's no myth! She's as real as Santy Claus. Twas back when I was young sea captain, sailing in the Atlantic sea. When the behemith and i first tangled. | Don't tell me, Mr. Krabs. You peeled back those tentacles with your bare claws! You single-handedly saved your vessel from certain DOOM! |
Mr. Krabs: Nope, that didn't work. She gulped me and me crew down in one swift swallow. | Oh my! Well, at least you bravely escaped to tell the tale. |
Mr. Krabs: Weren't bravery that got us out. Let's just say... We had to wait... for nature, to take its course. | Hm? Oh! Ew. |
Sandy: I'd hate to break up story time, but I'd like to NOT GET EATEN today! | Gary! Step on it! Oh yeah, Gary, you are really motivated now! Right, guys? We forgot Squidward! Left, Gary! Left! There he is! Patrick, I need a Gooey Worm! |
Patrick: Oh, be gentle, it's my last one! | Hold on tight! |
Gary: Meow. Patrick: SpongeBob! Come on! Let's get outta here! Sandy: Woo, wee! That was a close one, wasn't it, Mr. Krabs? Huh? Of all the horn swabbles! The banit's trying to weigh us down and make with the prize himself! Mr. Krabs: Argh argh argh! I'd sooner swallow a jellyfish than share me winnings with y-- Sandy: We can't let that double crosser beat us to the loot! Full speed ahead and don't stop for nothin', Gary! Patrick: Hey! Sandy: What's the big emergency, Patrick? Patrick: I saw something shiny. Sandy: Oh! Well, let's just drop everything, then! | Oh, wait, Sandy, I see it too! It looks like... Karen. Karen? |
Sandy: I say she's in swift need of a reboot! Heee ya! Loading... beside it, and soon starts up.] | Huh? Plankton? Poor guy, the ice is really getting to him. |
Patrick: Well we gotta bust him out but quick! I'm gonna sit on him! | Patrick, no! He's very--...fragile. |
Sandy: A simulacrum! | Sandy please! Language! |
Sandy: Naw, silly! I'm saying, Plankton set up a robotic dummy in his sled! Karen: That's right. My selfish husband remains in warm, sunny Bikini Bottom, while I freeze my solder off in this bitter tundra. In fact, this whole race was a plot devised by Plankton. With the entire town distracted, he's free to pursue the Krabby Patty formula undetected. | Pursue? Formula? We've gotta find Mr. Krabs right now! |
Sandy: And exactly how do you propose we find him? Karen: I saw Mr. Krabs pass by just before my system failed, heading southwest. | Well, what are we waiting for? You heard the lady, Gary, southwest! Mush! Mush! |
Plankton: Hehehehe! Yeuch! So the safe isn't vulnerable to flame, eh? It seems as though I'll have to get a little more destructive! Ahem! I meant destructive! Gary: Mooowww, meow meow meow moooww... | Attaboy, Gary! |
All: Ahhhh! SpongeBob & Patrick: Ahh, whew. Sandy: Cliff! SpongeBob & Patrick: Sandy: Hold on, SpongeBob! | We made it! Hooray! Right, Squidward? |
Sandy: Gasp! Oh, my gosh! Patrick! Lean to the other side! Excuse me, ma'am. Karen: What? Sandy: Gotcha! | Hey, Sandy, have you given any thoughts on how we're gonna--...land? |
Plankton: Fire in the hole! Rats. Sandy: Alright, fellas, I know it's cold. But let's just push forward and keep a lookout for a frozen crab! Patrick: I can't feel my looking holes! | The only thing I can feel is my empty stomach. |
Sandy: You said it, SpongeBob! I already gnawed through all my provisions. I'm getting to the point where I can eat just about anything! Mmmm... sponge kabob... Hey Patrick, you got any more of them Gooey Worms on you? Patrick: I wish I did. I lost my last one to the monster and now I'm so hungry! At least, I still have this bag of Jelly Beans to hold me over. Hey! Is this taxi even moving?! Come on, Gary! | Gasp! Gary! Oh, you poor fella! We put you too hard on you, didn't we? Sorry buddy, I won't make you tow another inch. |
Patrick: Great, now we're stuck. | No, we're not! Hello, what's this? Look! One of Mr. Krabs' sailor tattoos! It must've frozen off his brittle body. |
Sandy: We must be heading in the right direction! Plankton: Secret formula, you are mine! Plankton: Perhaps I misjudged the skill on that one. That does it! Listen up safe, I will spill your contents, even if I have to tear you apart. Bit by bit! Molecule by molecule! Atom by atom!! Uh-oh. Plankton: Surely, the safe couldn't survive nuclear detonation. Come to papa! Patrick: Hey, i'm trying to sleep. | Mr. Krabs! |
Sandy: He ain't looking so good. We better get him to the sleigh, SpongeBob. SpongeBob? He froze up too. Squidward: Aaah. What? You're burning the sleigh!? Are you aware that that was our only mode of transportation? Sandy: And are you aware I just saved your life? Mr. Krabs: The race! The million clams! I've been trapped in ice, mutinous thieves trying to cheat me out of me winnings. Karen: Oh cool down there are no winnings, you've been duped! Mr. Krabs: Duped? You don't mean by... Karen: Now you're putting it together! Mr. Krabs: My formula! We've got to get back to Bikini Bottom! Squidward: We might actually have a chance of getting back if we had a sleigh. Mr. Krabs: We're doomed. | No we're not Mr. Krabs. Your chariot awaits! |
Mr. Krabs: No offense, but we're not going to catch Plankton moving at a snail's pace. Sandy: Just leave that to the scientist of the group! Patrick: Oh geez. Why do I have to do everything? Sandy: Patrick: Hahahaha! Sandy: She's all fired up! | Gary, Mr. Krabs, any hazards on the horizon? |
Mr. Krabs: Lookin' clear so far. | Squidward keep those circuits warm. Patrick hang on! |
French Narrator: One frozen wasteland later. | Hooray! We made it. |
Mr. Krabs: Okay... then where's my restaurant? | Perhaps over there.. |
Mr. Krabs: And where's my formula? Sandy: Perhaps over there. Mr. Krabs: The Chum Bucket, now serving... Krabby Patties?! | We're too late! |
Mr. Krabs: We'll see about that boy-o! Harold: Whoa whoa whoa whoa, you can't cut in line. We've been waiting for a Krabby Patty for three stinking days! Mr. Krabs: This will only take a minute. Plankton: Keep your pants on out there! I'll get your Krabby Patty just as soon as I get this bottle open. Mr. Krabs: Not if I have anything to say and or do about it! Plankton: Krabs! Why aren't you frozen under the barren tundra? Mr. Krabs: I guess I didn't want to miss the big unveiling of my sandwich. Plankton: Well, it would have happened if I could've dislodge this stupid cork! Patrick: Oh, that's easy! All of them: Patrick! Plankton: Hahaha! I got it now, Krabsy. Sandy: That may be true, Plankton, but you've got seven angry customers flanking you on all sides. Plankton: : Uh... well, I'm sure my loving wife is not a party to this angry mob. You-you've gotta help me here Karen! Karen: You've gotta help me... My monitor nearly froze up for good on your little race to oblivion! Plankton: Babe don't blow an on amp over this, c'mon! Plankton: Yowza! Ow! That hurt on so many levels... Okay, I give up. You win again, Krabs. Mr. Krabs: Then hand over my formula. Plankton: Okay, Eugene. I'll just sign the surrender treaty first. Oop! Here I go! Hahahaha! Out smarted you again, aye, fools? Mr. Krabs: You get back here, Plankton! Squidward: Here we go again... Plankton: Mr. Krabs: Give up now and I'll let you keep one of your antenna! Plankton: I'd be delighted to see you try! Ooooooh! You're so close. So long, suckers! Mr. Krabs: Huh? Everyone: Plankton: Hehehe! Mr. Krabs: We're trapped! Plankton: That's right, Krabs, and if you're thinking of busting out, mind the giant vat of fry grease beneath you. Mr. Krabs: He's going to turn us into fried snacks! Patrick: Got any dipping sauce? Plankton: A little taste of your own medicine aye crab cakes? Abominable Snow Mollusk: Nom nom! | Nom nom? |
Abominable Snow Mollusk: Nom nom! Nom nom! | W-wait big scary monster. Don't eat Patrick. Eat me, i'm packed with nutrients! |
Sandy: No, eat me! Mr. Krabs: Don't eat me, eat Squidward! Squidward: Wait, what?! Abominable Snow Mollusk: Nom nom! | She loves your jellybeans, Patrick! |
Plankton: I better go while the going's good. Abominable Snow Mollusk: Jellybean! Plankton: I can practically taste those Krabby Patties now! | Hey, Mr. Krabs, what happens to Plankton? |
Mr. Krabs: He'll just have to wait for nature to take its course. Plankton: Well, I suppose dear old dad was right. I should have minored in business administration. Squidward: If it gets any hotter in here, we're gonna have to put fried calamari on the menu. | It's a good thing that new ceiling fan Mr. Krabs installed is still working. |
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