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Mr. Krabs: I thought those things ate mostly kibble. | It's a special treat. Just to get him ready for tomorrow... |
Mr. Krabs: Oh! Right! Okay, that makes- Wait, what's tomorrow? | Mr. Krabs, did you forget? |
Mr. Krabs: Probably. | Tomorrow is Bring Your Pet To Work day! |
Mr. Krabs: I don't need a special day for that. Squidward's here every day! Squidward: Nice. REAL NICE! | Umm... Can I buy that patty? |
Mr. Krabs: Yeah. Sure. | Alright! Gary's gonna be so excited! |
Mr. Krabs: Oh, SpongeBob! I almost forgot. The price is double for pets because they're so special. | Good idea! Thanks again, Mr. Krabs! Mr. Krabs! |
Mr. Krabs: What, what?! | We're all out of Krabby Patties! |
Mr. Krabs: Did you check the freezer?! | I checked the freezer, the spare freezer, the back-up freezer, the extra freezer, the rear freezer, the micro freezer, and the freezer under the stairs! |
Mr. Krabs: What about the freezer in the attic? | We don't have an attic. |
Mr. Krabs: No attic?! | You sold it, remember? |
Mr. Krabs: Oh, yeah. Plankton: Now what are they saying, Karen? Karen?! Karen: I have no idea. Plankton: What? I thought you said you could read lips! Karen: I can, but you took my telescope away! Mr. Krabs: Well, that settles it, SpongeBob. We're just gonna have to make a fresh batch of Krabby Patties. | A fresh batch? |
Mr. Krabs: That's what I said. A fresh batch of Krabby Patties. Plankton: Okay, now what's he saying? Karen: He said that they're going to make a fresh batch of Krabby Patties. Plankton: A fresh batch of—ooh, this is good. This is really good! | When are we making this fresh batch of Krabby Patties, Mr. Krabs? |
Mr. Krabs: What? Plankton: Okay, what'd he just say? Karen: What? Plankton: I said, What'd he just say? Karen: He said, What? Plankton: I have no idea, that's why I'm asking you what he just said! Karen: I know that, and I'm saying he said, What?! Plankton: I know that! Wait... oh, he said, What?. Karen: Yes! | Wow, a whole new fresh batch of Krabby Patties! Gary's gonna go crazy! |
Mr. Krabs: You know, SpongeBob, heh, might not be such a good idea bringing a dirty snail into the kitchen. I think we might just want to reschedule Bring Your Pet To Work day. | No! Mr. Krabs, I promise that Gary will be sparkly clean. I'll give him an extra long bath tonight! |
Mr. Krabs: Oh, okay. Just make sure he's healthy and clean! Plankton: Healthy and Clean, Fresh Batch of Krabby Patties? Ooh, I think I smell a plan! | Gary! I brought you a delicious treat! |
Gary: Meow. | There you are, Gare-bear. I brought you some kelp fries. I was going to bring you a Krabby Patty, but we ran out! I'll go get your bath ready, while you enjoy those. Gary! Your bath is ready! Gary? Gary? Gary? Gary?! Gary, not again. Come out of there, it's dirty! Gotcha! Come on, Gary, quit messing arou.... |
Gary: Meow. | Great, Gary, just great. Now you're gonna need an extra, extra, extra, extra long bath! You're not gonna come down from there, are you? |
Gary: Meow. | Ugh! You win, we'll bathe you in the morning. |
Plankton: Good morning, sir! My name is Sheldon R. Shellcleaner, owner and operator of Super Shell Cleaner Vacations Unlimited. Can I ask you a question? Are you tired of your dirty shell resulting in tireless hours of... | Gary! I'm going to start the bath! |
Plankton: Look, I'll just cut to the chase. Do you have a dirty shell and hate bath time? Gary: Meow. Plankton: Of course you do! That's why I must tell you about our limited time offer. For not 4, not 3, but 1 luxurious night here! At Club Shell! A perfect resort for snails. Don't try to pinch yourself, this could be... | Gary! The bath is ready! |
Plankton: ...all yours! Now I know what you're thinking, but I got you covered! A temporary shell will be provided for you to wear while yours is being cleaned, and all of this is free of charge, of course. | Gary! Your bath is ready! |
Plankton: Have a pleasant stay! Bon voyage! If my reasoning is correct, as SpongeBob's pet, I'll get to witness Krabby Patties being made from scratch! Then I can copy the formula and destroy Krabs once and for all! | Ah-ha, there you are, Gare-Bear! Oh, you naughty little snail hiding from me! I'm gonna give you a real good scrubbing. You have to be sparkly clean for Bring your pet to work day! And today is the day! First, I'm gonna start you off with a yummy smelling shower gel! |
Plankton: Wha...? | Oh, smells nice, doesn't it? |
Plankton: Ugh... | Prepare yourself for the scrubbing of a lifetime! |
Plankton: | Bet that feels good, huh? |
Plankton: Curses! I mean... meow? | Gary, are you sure you're feeling alright? |
Plankton: I've never felt better! Uh, I mean... meow! | Gary! You're turning green! And talking! |
Plankton: No, I'm not. | We gotta get you to the pet hospital! |
Plankton: Pet hospital?! But what about the fresh batch of Krabby Patties?! I mean, meow! | You're right! I'll call Mr. Krabs and tell him I'm gonna be late. Gary, you're a lot more talkative when you're sick. Excuse me, nurse. My snail has been talking and turning green. Is he sick? |
Plankton: Meow? | Is that yes? Or no? |
Sadie: I have never seen such a drastic case! Rush this snail to the intensive care unit stat! Plankton: Intensive care unit? | Don't worry, Gary. These are professionals. |
Plankton: Karen! Oh, sorry. I thought you were someone else. Sadie: Don't worry. We're just going to subject you to a series of invasive tests. It'll be over before you know it. Jennifer-Millie: Sir, all the doctor is saying is that your snail is still in the intensive care unit, and we just need to run a couple more tests. Purple Doctorfish: That's not what I'm saying at all. | Oh, Gary! |
Purple Doctorfish: Yes, I'll be honest with you, son, we've tried everything we can. We just can't find out anything wrong with him. I've never seen anything like it. | Please try to save him, doctor! |
Plankton: No! No more! Please! I-I-I-I... Sadie: Relax, Gary, the tests are over. I'm just here to give you a little pill. Plankton: Whew! That's a relief. Sadie: Now, open wide. Sadie: That wasn't so bad, was it? That's not good. Uh, Mr. SquarePants? | Gary! |
Sadie: The doctor says there's nothing more we can do. It's best to take him home and let nature take its course. | You're- you're saying that he's... that he might... oh. Nurse? Nurse?! Oh, well, Gary, this looks like it might be...... the end. |
Plankton: If I could just have a... Krabby Patty before I go... | Sure thing, little buddy, sure. Y'know, it's... it's really poignant. |
Plankton: What is? | Well, now that you can talk, we're... we're running out of time to say I love you! |
Plankton: Oh, boy... Tourist: So, once again, we'd like to thank you for choosing Club Shell, and we hope to see you again real soon. | Just a little further, Gare-Bare. |
Gary: Plankton: Yes! | Buddy, you just stay right here, and Daddy's gonna go get the secret formula and whip you up the best batch that we ever whipped up. Be right back, Gare-Bear. |
Plankton: Yes, SpongeFool, come right back with your complete undoing and victory will be mine! Plankton: Mommy? Hey, wait! Mr. Krabs: Plankton? Plankton: Good day, sir. I'm just here to sample some of your delicious Krabby fare. Whoa, there, fido! I'm going! I'm going already! | Wow, Gary's doing a great job as bouncer, huh, Mr. Krabs? Really earning his pay. |
Mr. Krabs: Well, he takes after you, boy. Pay?! Kid #1: It's too high. I can't! Kid #2: Cannonball! Kid #1: Ohh! Water wing girl's mother: Now you've got water wings. Try them. Hmm? Huh? Water wing girl: Ahh-ahh-ahh! | Marco! |
Swimmer: Ehh. | Marco? |
Joshua: No, I'm Joshua. | Okay, bye. Marco. |
Patrick: Polo. | Marco! |
Nurse: Shady Shoals residents, out of the pool! Old Man #1: I pooped. Clarabelle: Come along, Mortimer. Patrick: Huh? Oh. Huh? I'm covered in wrinkles. Clarabelle: Oh, we all are, dear. I call them oldie foldies. Hurry, Mortimer. Shady Shoals is serving prune ice cream today. Patrick: Dah! Ice cream, oh, oh! Wait for me! | Marco! Marco! Marco? |
Marco: Yeah, I'm-a Marco! What do you want? | Oh, I don't want you. I want Patrick. |
Marco: Then stop a-yellin' my name! | Ugh. Marco. |
Larry: Attention, everyone. We found a lost elderly gentleman who goes by the name of Mortimer. Can anyone claim him? Patrick: Come on, let's move it! I want prune ice cream. Senior Citizens: Ohh. Clarabelle: Mortimer, ice cream time. Patrick: Ahh! Brain freeze! Nurse: Clear! Clear! Patrick: Oh. Ah. Brain food. Clarabelle: Eh? Mary: Ehh? Patrick: Eh. Oh. Old lady #1: Gotcha! | Marco! Marco! |
Marco: You! What I tell youse about-a yellin' my name? | Ahh! I-I don't remember. Um, sometimes it helps me to remember if I go into a trance. I'm seeing a small farmhouse painted white. Does that have any significance to you? |
Marco: My parents had a white farmhouse. | What's this? A baby has been born. A boy. There is much happiness. |
Marco: That's-a me. I was-a born there. | They are about to name the boy... |
Marco: Marco. They named him Marco. It's Marco. Marco! | Polo. |
Marco: Ahh! If I catch anyone a-yellin' my name again, I'm-a gonna hurt them. | Whoo-hoo! Marco. |
Patrick: Polo. | Ah-ha-ha! Found you! Now it's your turn to call Marco. |
Patrick: Do I know you, young man? | Patrick, it's me. Remember? ♪Who lives in a pineapple under the sea?♪ |
Patrick: I don't know. A wizard? | ♪Absorbent and yellow and porous is he♪ Ehh. |
Patrick: SpongeBob SquarePants! | The one and only. Okay, now it's your turn to call Marco Polo. |
Patrick: Whoa-oh, I can't do that. I'm all wrinkled now. I do old stuff. | Old stuff? Like what? |
Patrick: Check it out. This is called doddering. Oh, here's another thing I do now. It's called gumming. Neat, huh? Now, uh, this part's really fun. It's called complaining. These kids today, they don't know diddly squat! | Wow, Patrick, those are all great things, but wouldn't you rather go jellyfishing? |
Patrick: Ohh! No, that hurts. | We could build sandcastles. |
Patrick: It's not structurally sound. | Well, how 'bout blowing bubbles? Nothing bad about a bubble. |
Patrick: Ooh. Are you trying to kill me, son? | No, I just think we should act our age. Remember when we used to look forward to rainy days and building cushion forts? |
Patrick: These days, I only look forward to my final exit. Clarabelle: Oh, he was too young. Patrick: No, I wasn't! Senior Citizens: No, he wasn't. We are not young. | Come on, people. Just 'cause you're old doesn't mean you're rotting fish. You're still vital, full of life. Fresh. |
Old Man #2: Fresh, you say? Ahh. | Okay, you young-at-hearters, today you are gonna climb that tree. Yes, yes, that's right! Put those flabby arms to use! Laugh at your lumbago! Cackle at your cataracts! |
Old Man #3: Is it nap time yet? | Nope! It's time for the dance party! Everybody on board. Are you ready to get down? |
Patrick and the senior citizens: Yeah. | No, not like that. Like this! |
Patrick: Now-now-now-now you're talking. | Now, let's kick it up a hundred notches! Yeah! |
Patrick: Oh, what's happening? | Oh, clear! Isn't it great to get outdoors with the fresh air and sunshine? |
Old Lady #2: Stop this rug! Bunny Buns! Bunny Buns! Patrick and the senior citizens: Bunny Buns! Bunny Buns! | Bunny Buns? That's a good idea! Nothing makes people feel young like arcade games, grease, and sugar. |
Patrick: You're coming in too fast on the bridge and you're blowing clams! Now that's what I call jazz! | Ha, ha. So sorry. Let me just take this. I can help you with that. Eww. |
Old Man #1: Hey! | Old people, behave! |
Old Man #1: Whoa! 23 skidoo! | Oh. |
Patrick: SpongeBob! I'm drowning! | I'm coming, Patrick! |
Patrick: Thanks, old-timer. | Oh, you're welcome. What, who are you calling old-timer? Whoa. Where have the years gone? I'm losing steam. |
Patrick: Wait, hey, man. Don't make a scene in front of all my old friends. Oh. Ohh. Now I can't dodder. Patrick: Here you go, old friend. Huh? | Gotcha! |
Patrick: You got me again. Clarabelle: Marco. Old Man #3: Polo. Clarabelle: Marco! Marco: Oh, that's it! I said I was-a gonna clobber the next-a person what-a calls my name! Clarabelle: No one clobbers Clarabelle! Oh, Marco? Marco: Polo. Patrick: Giddy-up! Hyah! | Weren't you going to put your vacation slides in the projector, Patrick? |
Patrick: Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah. | Patrick, those are hash browns. |
Patrick: Hash browns! | Um, Patrick, the slides. |
Patrick: Right. The slides. Voila! Uh, now what? | Now you put the slides in the projector. |
Patrick: I knew that. Put the slides in the projec-- ...tor. Don't worry, SpongeBob. I've got something even better. Okay, here we go. There I was... | Ooh, a shadow puppet show! |
Patrick: Please, no interruptions. | Sorry. |
Patrick: As I was saying... I was lying around my house, not even planning to have a vacation when I heard a knock at my door. For clammin' out loud! Aww, sheesh! I'm still not there yet? | Patrick! Patrick, what have you done to yourself? |
Patrick: I've been waking up, eating, sleeping, waking up, eating, sleeping, waking up, eating, sleeping for my whole life without a rest! I need a break from the hustle and bustle of my everyday life. It's so exhausting. Help me, SpongeBob. Please, help me. | Pal, what you need is a vacation. |
Patrick: That's it! I need a vacation! Travel Agent: So, you'd like a vacation. Patrick: Oh, great. Another thing for me to d-- | Yes, he'd like a vacation. |
Travel Agent: Well, your options are endless, Mr. Star. Anywhere from beautiful white sandy beaches to exhilarating jungle safaris. It all depends on your budget. SpongeBob & Patrick: Ugh! Patrick: I guess I'll just have to stay home. | Stay home? That's it! You can take a stay-cation. |
Patrick: Wh-what's that? | Take a vacation at home. No packing, no travel, just do whatever you want to do. Best of all, it's free. |
Patrick: Oh, boy! | All right, Patrick. Enjoy your stay-cation. |
Patrick: That's what I'm gonna do, buddy. | Welcome to Star Rock Inn, sir. My name is Todd. Can I check you in? |
Patrick: I don't know. Can you? | Ah, yes. Star, Star, Star. Patrick Star, room 801. Your key, sir. And please don't hesitate to let us know if there is anything we can do to make your stay more comfortable. May I take your bags, Mr. Star? |
Patrick: I don't have any ba-- Oh... | Follow me, sir. Your room is right this way. Your room, sir. |
Patrick: Oh, dear. | Something wrong, Mr. Star? |
Patrick: Well, um, honestly, I'm not sure I like the way this room is arranged. | Arranged? |
Narrator: One Hour Later. | Mr. Star, are you sure about this? |
Patrick: No, I--uh, maybe it's the walls. I got it. Let's put the room back the way it was originally! | The pool is one of Star Rock Inn's most relaxing features. |
Patrick: Ah a pool! Where's the diving board? | The diving board? Ooh, one diving board, coming up. Your diving board, sir. |
Patrick: All right! | You okay, sir? |
Patrick: My head is swimming just fine, thank you. | Oh, no! Lifeguard on duty! You okay, sir? |
Patrick: So cold. | This calls for CPR—candy peppermint resuscitation. |
Patrick: So weak. Strength... returning. But I'm still hungry. | Follow me, sir. If you would take your seat, sir. Your dining bib, sir. |
Patrick: Wow. What luxury. | One Krabby Patty coming up. |
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