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Bye.

Once upon a time, long, long ago.

Once upon a

time. Oh, come on.

Long, long ago, one unlucky sailor fell under an ancient, wicked curse.

And thusly, he became known as the dreaded Flying Duckman.

Legend has it, the only way to lift his curse is through the pure heart of an

innocent.

Henceforth, the blind Dutchman is doomed to wander the seas in search of this

magical soul, a precious youth with an innocent mind.

Will he find this soul?

Does such a soul even exist?

I just know it. Things feel different.

My whole life is about to change.

I know I said that yesterday, Gary.

And the day before.

And a bunch of days before that. But today is different.

Big things in store.

Well, what's it say, Gary?

Really say, Gary.

Do you know what this means?

For the last time, we are not rehoming you.

No, this means I'm exactly 36 clams high.

I know it doesn't seem like much, Gary, but that half a clam I grew changes

everything.

That's right, Dairylicious.

Everyone's going to look at me in a brand new way.

Big guy.

Big guy. Big, big guy. Big guy.

And now, I'm a big guy.

Big guy.

Big guy.

Doing a dance in my big guy pants.

Big guy.

Frunged by big guy pants, okay.

Big guy.

Ain't a jellyfish, but I'm the cat. Feel like I'm fistful, I'm pumping my guts.

Big guy.

Well, catch you later, Gare Bear. I'm off to do some important stuff that only

big guys like me are allowed to do.

We're going to need a bigger doorway.

Let me go mark some time on my calendar.

Great. Let me know when.

Good morning, Patrick.

Good morning.

Who are you?

Patrick, it's me.

Grandma? You're upside down.

No, Patrick, it's me, SpongeBob.

You can't be SpongeBob.

far more diminutive. He's what? Of reduced stature. Come again? Vertically

challenged. Say what now? He's shorter.

Patrick, I can't believe all I do is grow half a monocle overnight now I'm 36

clamps tall and you don't even recognize your best friend.

Did you say you're 36 clamps?

Notice anything different about me?

Howdy, SpongeBob.

You get a new pair of shoes?

Ouch!

Hi, Plankton. Watch where you're going, you big dummy.

Oh, thanks for noticing.

Wait, no!

Patrick, I've never felt so respected before.

You're used to it, buddy.

And do you know what the best part of being a big guy is?

What is it, Patrick?

No, I'm asking.

It means...

Finally get to do what every little guy dreams of doing when they grow up. You

don't mean... That's right.

Ride the big guy roller coaster at Captain Bootybeard's Fun Park.

Woo -hoo! This calls for an extra special bubble blow.

Don't waste my time, Squirt.

Next.

Ugh, you again.

Congratulations, Patrick.

It's official.

Don't make me call security.

I thought you were a big guy.

I am. I mean... I am.

I just promised someone else that I'd ride with them. That's all.

Oh, yeah?

Who?

The guy who... Mr.

Krabs! Oh, that makes sense.

What are you talking about, Patrick?

The roller coaster!

Get your head in the game!

Remember that big, terrifying roller coaster?

Nope. We had a deal to ride it together?

Nope. So I couldn't ride it if you were too busy to ride it with me?

Hmm?

What?

Hmm. Oh, right, our old roller coaster deal. Of course, yeah.

But, uh, we can't go today, lad. Things are too busy around here.

Oh, I'll hear that, Patrick.

Mr.

Chipwreck.

Thanks for covering for me, Mr. Krabs. I don't know why I got so scared when I

saw that roller coaster.

I thought I was big enough. Just because you're taller don't mean you're a big

guy. It doesn't? Big guys are rough and tumble. They don't blow bubbles.

Hmm. I guess not.

Being scared of roller coasters ain't nothing to be ashamed of. Glad you

understand. You must have been scared of roller coasters, too, when you were my

age. Well, I wouldn't really... You were probably hiding under the bed kind of

scared, weren't you? Well, I, uh... Maybe even crying for Mama kind of

I wasn't crying for Mama. Peepy -peepy in my pantsy kind of scared. Am I right?

Get it straight, SpongeBob. My pants were clean.

Because nothing ever scared me.

And nothing ever will.

But... Didn't you say being scared wasn't anything to be ashamed of? It

for you, but I'm different.

I wasn't blowing bubbles at your age. I was risking me life on the high seas.

I ate danger for breakfast, peril for lunch, and adventure for dinner.

Really?

That's right.

I was in command of me own vessel that sailed many a dangerous mile.

Tell me about your greatest adventure.

What if I told you I sailed with the Flying Dutchman himself? The Flying

Dutchman? The most pants -webbingly scariest ghost to ever roam the high

Oh, my lucky brick.

Aye, like many a young sailor before me, I longed for adventure.

And that... when the Dutchman Hornpipe appeared.

I summoned the cursed pirate and journeyed with him to the deepest part

sea, a nightmare realm called the Underworld.

It was filled with ghostly pirates, haunted hurricanes,

terrifying monsters.

Roar! I faced them all with steel in me.

It was the greatest adventure of my life.

Wow.

You're almost like a real swashbuckler.

Almost? I am a real swashbuckler. How do you think I earned this baby?

What is that?

It's a swashbuckler certificate.

It means I prove my bravery, courageousness, daring, panache, guts,

moxie, and intentional fortitude.

Well, that's it. I'd be a big guy if I could earn my swashbuckler certificate.

And you could teach me. Teach you to be a swashbuckler? I don't mean to laugh in

your face, but...

You're too scared to even ride a roller coaster.

I can do it. I want to be a brave swashbuckler like you.

I'm ready.

SpongeBob, you're just a bubble -blowing baby boy who's not ready.

But, but, but... Butts are for toilets.

Speaking of which, the heads need swabbing. So get and no more talk about

a swashbuckler.

Aw.

You're not ready.

Bravery? Courage? I gotta learn this stuff if I'm gonna prove myself to Mr.

Krabs. You got this, SpongeBob.

Uh -oh.

Now what else did he say I needed?

Daring. Oh, right, daring.

Guts. Definitely need those.

Panache. Moxie.

Intestinal form. Okay, okay, slow down.

You spelled fortitude wrong. It's F -O -R -T -I -T -U -D -E.

Mr. Craft certificate!

Why do you have this?

I always read in the bathroom.

I know I can do this. I just need a chance to prove it.

Well, that's weird.

Oh,

Fred, that's our certificate!

Mr. Krabs won't like that.

We gotta get it, right?

I'm not going in there.

Yeah, you'd have to be pretty brave to go in there, eh? Wait a minute!

Patrick, this is it!

It is?

Destiny is squeezing my bones!

Do you feel it?

Yeah!

This dent is just what I need to start earning my swashbuckler certificate.

You mean the one we lost?

Yes, that one, but also the one I'm going to earn.

We lost two of them down there?

The hero's journey starts with one squish.

Right behind you.

Okay.

Alright.

Must be Mr.

Krabs swashbucklers.

Who's a bubble -blowing baby boy now, huh?

Oh,

who

am I kidding?

I'll never be a swashbuckler.

Mysterious glow.

Part two.

Whoa!

This must be the hornpipe Mr. Krabs took from the Flying Dutchman.

If a swashbuckler ye want to be, blow this horn and ye shall see.

Patrick, I'm feeling destiny again.

Still nothing.

But don't let me slow you down.

You dropped your lucky brick.

I don't have a lucky brick.

On your feet, you sea -drinking pollywog!

You're in the company of the Flying Dutchman!

Weird place for a painting.

Move it, Squidward!

Let me take a look at you.

Spitshine shoes, long socks, short pants, empty middle -distance hair.

Tell me, laddie, can you blow a bubble?

Why, you're the very swab I've been looking for!

Really?

looks like the kind of strapping, young, bubble -blowing fella who wants, nay,

needs a chance to prove his mettle.

He was just saying that in the bathroom.

Quiet. You don't matter. Very good.

That's why I blew the horn, Mr. Dutchman, sir. I need to prove I'm a big

earning my swashbuckler certificate.

Well, I'm here to offer you a once -in -a -lifetime opportunity to prove your

worth in the underworld.

Just like Mr.

Krabs. But he doesn't think I'm ready for that kind of thing.

Well, maybe he's right. You might not be ready for... Swashbuckling!

Swashbuckling?

Swashbuckling!

Welcome aboard.

Bless these long eyes.

Come on, right this way to your quarters.

I'm gonna be a swashbuckler.

What do you think, Captain?

Pure heart.

Innocent mind.

Desperate to be a big guy.

He's perfect.

the key to unlocking my curse.

Sends up your trousers, me hearties.

A trip to the underworld is not for the faint of heart.

Don't speak, do.

I'll be blustering and bragging, filling that boy's head with adventure.

I drove him right into the tender mercies of that monster, the flying

Look, Eugene, you can't blame yourself.

Mr. Krabs. Say what?

Call me Mr. Krabs.

Okay. Look, Mr.

Krabs. There you go.

You know what? It is your fault. You're right, Squidward. Which is why we gotta

go save him!

Oh, dear. You don't think I'm actually participating in this fool's errand, do

you? I know you are. Because if you don't, I'll demote you to fry cook.

Permanently. But the grief inflames my acne.

Oh, just the two of us against the Dutchman, huh?

There's three in this crew, Mr. Squidward.

Ow. Why was I worried?

Nice to see me old gear still fit, eh?

What the... Huh?

Hmm.

Not bad.

And to get us there in style, say hello to our noble vessel, the Paddy...

You might actually be safe on this adventure driving a Winnebago.

We can't lose in a Winnebago, Mr. Squidward.

Hilarious. What?

Hilarious? Do you even know how to find SpongeBob? Aye, Squidward, but it won't

be easy. The Dutchman's taken SpongeBob to the deepest, most dangerous part of

the sea.

A realm of dark magic called the Underworld.

Underwear?

Underwear.

Well, how do we get there?

First, we've got to find the magical portal.

Then, navigate the slime river through unimaginable terrors. And if we survive,

this is where we find SpongeBob.

Challenge Cove? That's where the Dutchman can use SpongeBob to break his

And if we don't get down there in time to stop him, our favorite fry cook is

doomed.

Now, paddle up. We got no time to waste.

Full disclosure, that's farther than I thought we'd get.

Fuck the crutch!

not ready for this place.

Ah, yes, the underworld can be terrifying to most, but not to a brave

guy like yourself.

You think I'm brave?

Aye, you laugh at danger.

Oh, I mean... You can do better than that.

I can't hear you.

Don't worry, Patrick.

I want you to think of me as your swashbuckling guru and your friend.

Look, more danger.

Captain,

this lover is a complete barnacle

brain. Are you sure he's the one?

True, he don't have physical prowess or...

Pirating ability bots.

The boy's got the very thing we need.

Staggering stupidity.

He won't figure out the truth until it's way too late. When we finally break

Mike.

Unimaginable.

Bikini bottom high.

Aye, dangerous waters.

Oh, nice ride.

Losers. See what I mean?

You still owe me love

No. Are you Davy? No, man. I'm Phil.

Davy's over there.

There she blows.

Davy Jones Locker. The entrance to the underworld.

This is a swashbuckler outfit?

Absolutely. Standard issue.

Really? Whoa.

That safety suit should keep him alive long enough to break my curse.

Your curse.

Come on, Barb.

Read the room.

Hold it.

No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no. This is all wrong.

Let's find something else. Wait. Mind your business.

This feels much better.

I don't think that's quite right, lad.

I agree, Dutchie. It's missing one thing.

What?

Pink guy's driving me nuts.

He's distracting the fool.

Their friendship is a problem.

That's why we work so well together, Bob. We've never been friends.

Exactly, I... Wait, what?

We'll have to take care of that one.

Land ho!

We've arrived at Challenge Cove, the place where

you'll finally become a blockbuster!

You sure about this?

Don't worry, Mr. Squidward. I've got everything under control.

These creatures look friendly enough.

That was the scariest thing I ever saw!

Till I saw that.

Here's an idea.

We go home, and you hire a new fry cock!

What do you think, Gary?

SpongeBob's first Krusty Krab ID card.

Look at him. So... yellow.

That answers that.

Is that where we have to go?

To succeed, you must reach that hex. And then I'll get my certificate.

Right after you make it up to the next hex. And then up to that one. And up to

the next one. And then up again. And up there.

How high do I have to go?

To the top, lad. If you make it there and blow that hornpipe, boy, you'll

a swashbuckler.

Mr. Krabs will be so proud.

If I can do it.

Oh, it'll be easy.

We'll get through these challenges together.

Starting with the new intestinal fortitude. To begin, we'll

walk that path until we... Not so fast!

You said we have to walk this path.

But this is clearly a road.

You're right, Patrick. It is a road.

What are we going to do?

I know.

What difference does it make? You say road. I say path.

I say potato.

You say passato.

No, I don't. I say string cheese.

Oh, string cheese.

String cheese.

String cheese. A road of string cheese.

String cheese road.

String cheese expressway. String cheese.

Cancel. I can't shake it. Bob, no.

Killing him might kick him off.

What do you say we go beat these challenges?

Road or no road?

Watch out for the skeleton guardians.

What?

Watch out for Bob.

Watch out for the wa... oof?

Not sure what that means.

Plus, it's hard to hear with all the... sound.

Well, whatever it is, I'm sure it's not that important.

Patrick, I think these are the guys who are gonna...

fortify our intestines!

Yay!

We gotta reach that nitwit before he gets killed!

Destin, be nice!

What do you think? Path or road?

Can someone help me with my eyebrows?

Short play, huh? I think my skills will satisfy.

the bubble -blowing baby boy.

That wouldn't be good.

Patrick, what are we going to do?

You're asking the wrong question, lad.

Mr. Krabs?

If you want to get out of this pickle, you're going to have to start acting

a rough -and -tumble swashbuckler.

Well, how do I do that?

You start.

By asking the right question.

It's not, what are we gonna do?

It's, what would I do?

What would I do?

Huh? No, no, no, me.

What would me do?

Not you, me, Mr. Krabs.

What would I do?

Oh, that makes way more sense.

So, how... How does it... Does it end or... Wake up!

Patrick, maybe if we act like Mr. Krabs, we can make our way through this.

What did I do to that?

Because you're not a swastikler certificate recipient.

Rough and tumble is a day as long.

They don't come as rough and tumble as me. Rough and tumble.

I think you're right.

Spongebob!

On

to

challenge number two!

Hello?

If he catches up, he'll tell SpongeBob the truth and ruin everything.

Oh, Bob, it's been so long, and I'm so close.

I wouldn't worry about traps, sir.

He ain't gonna last long in the underworld.

Huh?

Where's that music coming from?

Hmm, not bad.

Huh?

Huh?

Greetings, travelers.

Come play with us.

Cover your ears, Squidward. Those are sirens. Tempting us into a smooth jazz

trap.

Later, losers.

Squidward, we gotta save Bug Bob.

There's no time for a solo.

There's always time for a solo.

Better hurry up or instead of being a big guy, I'll be a dead guy.

Bandages, no.

Antiseptic, no. Where's that? No.

Red mints, no.

No,

no, you don't.

No

more

wasted time, Squidward.

I think we cracked the code to these challenges. All I got to do is keep

like Mr. Krabs and I'll be swashbuckling in no time.

To Mr.

Krabs. Big guys.

Oh, what are they doing now?

Arby, you can celebrate later, lad.

Let's head to the next challenge.

SpongeBob.

His pink friend is slowing us down.

Oh, just give me five minutes with him, sir.

I'll explain how we do things around here.

Okay, chill out, Bob.

I have a better idea.

SpongeBob, swashbucklers don't spend their time seahorsing around.

Really? What's the swashbuckling stance on giggling?

Not good.

What about butt wiggling?

Maybe you don't want this bad enough, SpongeBob.

That's not true.

I want to be a big guy more than anything.

Well, if you want to be someone big, you're going to have to leave some of

small ways behind.

Oh. Hmm.

Okay. No more seahorsing around.

Smart lad.

Now, let's get you to challenge number two.

Welcome to the underworld.

For what promises to be an exciting contest, we're just moments away from

challenge number two.

Tell me, Barb.

Will it be even more difficult than the last challenge?

Uh, yes.

There's no telling what's lurking along that path to the platform.

It could be a charging ball clam or a terrifying jelly hook. Hope it's not my

third grade math teacher.

She scares the heck out of me.

Know what I'm saying?

You're on my foot.

Let's meet our challenger.

Standing at a full 36 clams high, inhaling all the way from the guinea

my best friend, Spongebird Squishard.

This bubble blower has got a lot to prove. If he ever wants to show the

he's a swashbuckler.

Challenge number two won't be easy, but I believe in you.

Big guy.

Now, go get him. Big guy.

Okay,

Squarepants,

you can do this.

What would I do?

this movie for an important message from Paramount Studios.

This picture's gone completely off the rails!

The only thing that can save it is some serious star power.

Get Sandy Cheeks in this movie pronto!

Howdy -do, SpongeBob!

That's not what I meant!

Who is it?

Hey!

Get out of here!

Stay focused.

Got it. Focused.

Bubble break!

You had me at bubble.

Let's do a triple dog backslash wand grabber. With the banana slap twist

blister.

Huh?

Yeah.

Sounds fun, Patrick, but...

we shouldn't do this anymore.

What? Well, it's just, you know, I have this other thing I'm doing.

You mean, you don't want to blow bubbles with me?

I really want to, but... That's okay.

It's just that I should... No, it's fine.

about your friend.

You can make it up to him once you're a slush buckler.

Well, I guess.

Good lad.

Just keep your eyes on the prize.

Come on.

Almost there.

You're pushing this tub way too hard.

We can't stop until we reach SpongeBob. Can't stop.

Won't stop. No stop.

We stopped.

Oh, I'm so sorry, me boy.

Why didn't I just show you how to be a swashbuckler when you asked?

You never told me how much you cared.

I couldn't. Emotions that are emotional are hard for me.

Well, it doesn't matter now.

What? You're stuck, so I'm doomed.

Let's go pop into an auto parts store and get what we need.

Huh?

Good eye, Gary.

Does this seem a little convenient?

Nonsense. These big box stores are everywhere.

Wow. Spare tire, dust pipe, tire iron, and oil. Oil, oil,

where's the oil?

Just ask somebody.

Hello? We need some oil over here.

Hello?

Hello?

There is everybody.

Hello? That might be our cue to go.

There's someone's shoe.

And there's the other one.

Or is this?

Hungry.

Grabby.

Barb,

what do you do when your best friend doesn't want to blow bubbles anymore?

Well, I... Thanks.

Makes a lot of sense.

Did it, lad?

The last challenge. Finish this, and you'll become a

swashbuckler!

Let's do it.

Ready, Dad?

Bang it!

Daring, bravery, courageousness, panache, guts, grit, moxie.

And intestinal fortitude.

You did them all.

I knew you were special, man.

Oh, inside those doors, you'll stand at the altar, blow the hornpipe, and a

swashbuckler you'll become.

And once I get my certificate, Mr. Krabs will finally see that I'm a big guy.

Then I can do what every little guy dreams of doing when he grows up.

Ride that big guy roller coaster.

Yes, yes, roller coaster. Wait, you mean your dream is to ride a roller coaster?

Of course. We all have dreams.

What's yours?

What?

Well, I dream of a wonderful world above the waves where the sun shines

in your face and the wind blows through your hair.

What's this magical place called?

Santa Monica.

Oh, look at me, chattering like a cabin boy. Let's get going.

Stop right there.

Good thing this bird is allergic to shellfish.

Are you okay,

boy -o? Did you get hurt at all? Any bumps, bruises, scratches?

I'm so glad we found you.

Who's we?

Me, Squidward, and Gary.

We're here to rescue you.

From him.

Well, now, hold on, crab.

Oh, I'm not in any danger. The Flying Dutchman's been helping me become a

swashbuckler. Just like you.

Oh.

Well, you see, I, uh... You want to tell him? Or should I?

Tell me what?

It's about me past, lad.

I embellished a few of the finer details.

I did spend my youth at sea, but I wasn't the captain.

Wait a minute. You were a fry cook?

I, unlike you, I dreamed of being a swashbuckler.

But nobody believed in me. They said I was a bubble -blowing baby boy.

I was so ashamed.

And that's when something called out to me.

It was the Dutchman's hornpipe.

A dirty deceiver promised to make me a

swashbuckler and lured me to the underworld.

But I froze when I saw that terrifying place.

The underworld shivered me timbers, and I ran home, tail between me legs.

I had many adventures at Seaboy, but I never did become a swashbuckler.

But what about the swashbuckler certificate?

Well, about that.

I've been battling the horrors of the underworld for a kid's venue!

I thought it looked familiar.

I'm sorry I lied, lad.

I just couldn't bear for you to know I was a coward.

But I'm telling you the truth now.

The Dutchman is tricking you.

No, he's not. He's just helping me become a swashbuckler.

I thought you'd be proud of me.

Instead, you're treating me like I'm still just a bubble blower.

That's right.

Crabs have never believed in you. Come with me and blow that hornpipe.

Show them you're a real swashbuckler. The biggest of the big guys.

I'm ready.

No, SpongeBob!

Please!

Hurry, lad.

On the pedestal.

Don't do it! You'll see, Mr. Krabs. I'm gonna be a big guy.

No, no, no!

Come on, now!

Hurry.

Gotcha. Go, go, go, go, go.

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God. Oh, my God.

Oh, my God. Oh, my God.

Oh, my God. Oh, my God. Oh, my God. Oh, my God.

Oh,

my God.

My curse is lifted.

What? I tricked you.

Oh, you're such a big guy.

Ready to be a swashbuckler.

It's all been a big lie.

And you fell for it.

Oh, no.

Hang on to your square, Terrier.

Guess who's first now.

All hail the new Flying

Bob Dutch Pants.

What? Oh, Mr. Krabs, you were right about him.

It looks like you've got a little Dutchman on you, too.

It's a double Dutchman, sir.

You tricked me.

You wanted to be a big guy swastbuckler, didn't you? So what are you complaining

about? You should be thanking me.

No, please, Mr. Dutchman, sir. I changed my mind.

I don't want to be a swashbuckler anymore.

Oh, don't fret, sailor. All you need to do is find someone to trick into trading

places with you. It only took me, uh, let's see, uh, 500

years. Oh.

Now I finally get to go home.

Yep, we gotta run.

Huh? What?

Wait, aren't you taking me?

Why would I do that?

I don't need you anymore.

What have I done?

It's not your fault, lad.

It was my lion that led you here.

And now we're cursed to be ghosts.

Forever.

Forever?

Forever.

Forever, forever?

Forever, forever.

Forever, forever, forever, forever, forever, forever, forever, forever,

forever, forever, forever, forever, forever, forever.

One more.

Forever!

Dirt Captain's Log.

Tuesday, the 4 ,732nd. In the month of forever.

In the year of eternity.

I had it all.

Good job. Great friends.

I should have stayed a bubble blower.

You'll always be a bubble blower to me.

I'm sorry, Patrick.

I can't believe what a jerk I was.

Can you ever forgive me?

Oh, there's gotta be...

I'm afraid there's nothing we can do. You made a deal with the Dutchman.

It's hopeless.

Oh, no.

Bart?

We're not letting that son of a perch win yet.

I've read the Dutchman's deal, and I know what's in the fine print.

Pursuant to the provisions outlined in the official pirate curse rulebook of

1586, it is hereby stipulated that the recipient of an officially designated

curse is afforded the chance to rectify and nullify all pains and burdens

through demolition, if done so within the morrow, and so on and so forth.

Of course!

Break the horn before sunset and you'll reverse the curse!

How'd you understand that?

I don't know.

Oh, but the pirate formerly known as the Flying Dutchman took it to the surface.

The surface?

I can get it there.

Remember,

you can only go to the surface this one time. When the sun sets, the curse is

permanent.

I told you, I don't know.

pretty good head on your shoulders.

What? Where?

Get it off! Get it off! Get it off!

Come on. I'll give you guys a ride home.

Remember, boy -o, break the hornpipe and reverse the curse.

Right. Break the pipe, reverse the curse.

Break the pipe, reverse that curse.

Reverse that curse. Break it! Break it! Reverse it! Reverse it! Break that

curse!

We made it!

Oh, but it's so big up here. The Dutchman could be anywhere.

Well, we better find him quick. There's no telling what trouble that cutthroat

pirate will cause.

I'm here, surface world.

And I am ready.

That's a moniker.

Woo -hoo!

Paradise!

We've heard that curse.

You! Quick, grab the hornpipe!

No!

What are you doing here?

I serve my time as Dutchman and I'm not going back!

You will if we break that hornpipe.

Well, then I'll just have to take it to the one place you'll never go.

Got to be a roller coaster.

Come on, SpongeBob. We got to stop him. Hey, there he is.

Dude, no cuts.

Oh, right. Sorry.

30

minutes

later.

Here's sunset.

After those tasty white legs.

He's getting away.

Jump. Yeah.

Made it.

Oh, no.

I'm on a roller coaster.

You gotta be kidding me.

SpongeBob skinny pants.

I've got to get off this thing.

No, SpongeBob. What you've got to do is stay on this thing and get that

hornpipe. How am I going to do that?

You start by asking the right question. What would you do?

What would you do?

No, not me. You, SpongeBob. What would...

help. You said it yourself. I'm not a big guy. I'm just a bubble blower. Well,

was wrong about bubble blowers, okay? They got more panache, guts, grit,

and intestinal fortitude than any swashbuckler I ever met.

SpongeBob, big guys aren't rough and tumble.

They're smart and loving and brave and playful and

just fun to be around.

Are you talking about me, Mr. Krabs? Of course I am. And you're the only one who

can break our curse.

So ask yourself, what would you do?

Well, I'd blow a bubble.

Then get blowing, you bubble -blowing big baby guy.

That son's about to spit.

Bubble boy.

I'm coming for you.

Give me that.

Wiener, 10 o 'clock.

Huh?

I got you, lad.

Nice catch, Mr. K.

Now let's go get that hornpipe.

Miss me?

I came here to do two things.

Kick butt and blow bubbles.

Looks like I'm all out of butt.

Me?

Throwing a bubble was your big plan, baby boy?

Huh?

Oh,

the poor boy.

He's lost his mind.

I'm fine, Mr. Krabs. It just tickles my belly.

Ain't you scared?

No, it's really fun.

It

doesn't

even matter. Once the sun sets, I win.

Mr. Krabs, look.

It's your bubble.

Hey, Dutchman, what happens again when the sun sets?

I win.

I win.

I win!

My hornbite!

No hard feelings about leaving you behind.

What say we pick up where we left off?

Well, not exactly where we left off.

his silliness, good nature, deity, merriment, sense of humor, high spirits,

bubble -blowing ability, it is my great honor to present SpongeBob SquarePants

with the official Big Guy certificate.

Uh,

is this where I order? Wow.

It's... Isn't it beautiful?

And to honor our beloved fry cook, all Krabby Patties, Our full price!

Hey, wait a second.

Thank you, Mr. Krabs. But I have to say, I couldn't have done it without my best

bubble -blowing buddy in the whole wide world.

Congratulations. Patrick.

Your name is Patrick, too?

I think he means you.

This award is half yours.

Yay!

Here's your half.

I'd also like to thank someone very special to me. My boss, my mentor, and

most of all, my friend, Mr.

Krabs. Oh, SpongeBob.

This calls for an extra special bubble blow!

Woo -hoo!

Woo -hoo!

Bikini bottom bubble hug.

Is this really necessary?

You're right, Gary. It does feel like something's missing.

I can't believe they forgot me.

Who do you think you are?

Stop

playing

with them, Brian.

Big Doc. Big Doc. Big, Big Doc.

Big Doc.

Spongebob. Big Doc. Pants okay.

Spongebob. Big Doc. Pants okay. Big Doc. Big Doc.

Big, big guy, big guy.

Runs by big guy, pants okay.

Runs by big guy, pants okay.

Hope to wake up, I'm feeling my best.

I bend over, I do my little stretch.

I ain't a jellyfish, but I'm the cat.

Feel like that fish, so I'm pumping my chest.

I blow bubbles so big like Mrs. Puck. I be locked in like, no, this isn't luck.

Eating fancy like, no, this isn't Trump. Do my best, feel like everything's fun.

Big guy, big guy, big, big guy, big guy.

Runs by big guy, pants okay.

Runs by big guy, pants okay.

Big guy, big guy, big, big guy, big guy.

Runs by big guy, pants okay.

Runs by big guy, pants okay.

Big things might have happened today.

I woke up feeling a brand new way. Facing the world in a brand new way.

big guy, pants okay.

Tight fit, square hips. Doing a dance in my big guy pants. Got it to the top of

the list I am. And on my first day came fresh out of class.

Big guy, big guy, big, big guy, big guy. Runs by big guy, pants okay.

Runs by big guy, pants okay.

Big guy, big guy, big, big guy, big guy.

Runs by big guy, pants okay.

Runs by big guy, pants okay.

Hope to wake up, I'm feeling my butt.

Big things might not happen today.

I bend over, I do my little stretch.

I woke up feeling a brand new way.

Ain't a jellyfish, but I'm the cat.

It's in the world in a brand new way. Feel like that fish, so I'm pumping my

chest. Runs by big guy, pants okay.

Big guy, big guy, big, big guy, big guy.

Runs by big guy, pants okay. Runs by big guy, pants okay. Big guy, big guy, big,

big guy, big guy.

Spuns by big guy, pants okay.

Spuns by big guy, pants okay.