Original subtitles

Once upon a time, long, long ago...

Once upon a time, long, long ago--

Come on!

Once upon a time, long, long ago...

one unlucky sailor

fell under an ancient wicked curse.

And thusly, he became known

as the dreaded Flying Dutchman.

Legend has it, the only way to lift his curse

is through the pure heart of an innocent.

Henceforth, the Flying 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?

♪ Who lives in a pineapple

♪ Under the sea? ♪

Meow. Meow. Meow.

Good morning!

This is Rocket Fuel Randy on BKNI 101,

and I got the jet fuel to get you rocking.

Are you ready to get the day started?

♪ Chicka-chickahh ♪

I'm ready.

Wah! Wah! Ooh!

Big things are happening today.

Today's the day! I just know it.

Things feel different.

My whole life is about to change.

Meow.

I know I said that yesterday, Gary.

Meow. And the day before.

Meow. And a bunch of days before that.

But today is different.

Big things in store.

Well, what's it say, Gary?

Meow. What? That can't be.

Meow. Gary, what's it really say?

- Meow-ow. - Gary.

Meow.

Whoo!

Do you know what this means?

Meow. For the last time, we are not rehoming you.

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

Meow.

I know it doesn't seem like much, Gary,

but that half a clam I grew changes everything.

Meow. That's right, Gary-licious.

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

♪ Big guy, big guy

♪ Big, big guy Big guy

Because now... I'm a big guy.

♪ SpongeBob Big Guy Pants okay

♪ Big things 'bout to happen today

♪ I woke up feeling a brand new way

♪ Big, big guy Big guy

Big guy!

♪ SpongeBob Big Guy Pants okay

♪ Tight fit, square hips

♪ Doing a dance in my big guy pants

Big guy.

- ♪ SpongeBob Big Guy - Pants okay ♪

Big guy.

♪ Ain't a jellyfish, but I'm the catch

♪ Feel like that fish so I'm puffing my chest ♪

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.

Uh...

Whew. We're gonna need a bigger doorway.

Meow.

Morning, Squidward!

Want to hear my big news?

Oh, sure.

Let me go mark some time on my calendar.

Hmph!

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. He's 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 a half a barnacle overnight,

and now I'm 36 clams tall,

and you don't even recognize your best friend!

Did you say you're 36 clams tall?

Yes!

You're a big guy now!

This guy's a big guy!

So big! Really big!

Big, big, big! Guy, guy, guy!

Big, big, big! Guy, guy, guy!

Big, big, big! Guy, guy, guy!

Look out, everyone. Really big.

Really guy.

Hey, Sandy, notice anything different about me?

Howdy, SpongeBob.

Did you get a new pair of shoes?

Ouch!

Hi, Plankton!

Watch where you're going, you big dummy!

Oh! Thanks for noticing.

Wait, no! Ow!

Patrick, I've never felt so respected before.

Get 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 I 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 Booty Beard's Fun Park!

Whoo-hoo! Whoo-hoo!

This calls for an extra-special bubble blow.

To Captain Booty Beard's!

Whoo-hoo!

- Gimme a "big"! - Big!

- Gimme a "guy"! - Guy!

- What does that spell? - 36 clams high!

Don't waste my time, squirt.

Next!

Ugh, you again.

Congratulations.

Patrick? It's official.

Don't make me call security.

Whoo-hoo! Yay!

Patrick?

Wait a minute!

Huh?

What's the matter? I thought you were a big guy.

- I am! I mean... - I am.

I just, uh, promised someone else

that I'd ride with them, that's all.

Oh, yeah? Who?

The guy who--

I--

Mr. Krabs!

Oh. That makes sense.

Phew. Let's go get him!

Sorry!

Coming through!

Heads up, Mr. Krabs!

It's time to ride the Shipwreck! Whoo-hoo!

What are ya 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?

Wha--

Hoo-whoo-whoo-whoo!

Shipwreck!

Hmm.

Hmm.

Oh, right! Our old roller coaster deal.

Of course, yeah. Phew!

But, uh, we can't go today, lad.

Things are too busy around here.

Oh. Hear that, Patrick? Mr.--

Ow!

Shipwreck!

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 'cause 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've 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 cwyin'-fo'-Mama kind of scared.

I wasn't crying for Mama!

Poopy-pee-pee-in-my-pantsy kind of scared.

Am I right?

Get it straight, SpongeBob! My pants were clean!

'Cause nothing ever scared me... and nothing ever will!

But didn't you say being scared wasn't anything to be ashamed of?

It ain't! 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!

Wha-wha-wha... Really?

That's right!

I was in command of me own vessel,

and 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-wettingly scariest ghost

to ever roam the high seas?

Oh, my lucky brick.

Aye!

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

And that's when the Dutchman's hornpipe appeared.

I summoned the cursed pirate,

and journeyed with him to the deepest part of the sea.

A nightmare realm called the Underworld.

It was filled with ghostly pirates,

haunted hurricanes,

terrifying monsters!

Roar!

Whoa!

I faced 'em all with steel in me backbone and a cutlass in me claw!

Hyah!

Hoo-waa!

Hyah!

It was the greatest adventure

of me 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 proved my bravery,

courageousness, daring, panache,

guts, grit,

moxie,

and intestinal 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-- Butts are for toilets!

Speaking of which, the heads need swabbing, so git!

And no more talk about being a swashbuckler.

Aww.

You're not ready... not ready... not ready...

not ready... not ready... not ready... not ready!

Bravery. Courage.

I got to 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 fortitude.

Okay, okay! Slow down! You spelled "fortitude" wrong.

It's F-O-R-T-I-T-U-D-E.

Mr. Krabs's 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!

Prove it.

Well, that's weird.

Oh, shrimp! The certificate!

Mr. Krabs won't like that.

W... we got to get it, right?

I... I'm not going in there.

Yeah, you'd have to be pretty brave to go in there.

Hey, wait a minute!

Patrick, this is it! It is?

Destiny is squeezing my buns.

Do you feel it?

Yeah!

This vent is just what I need

to start earning my Swashbuckler Certificate.

You mean the one we lost?

Oh, yes, that one, but also the one I'm gonna earn.

We lost two of them down there?

The hero's journey starts with one squish.

Right behind you.

I'll catch up.

Ooh. Side adventure.

Hmm. Left or right?

Mmm.

Left! Definitely left!

Ow!

This must lead to the basement.

This must go deeper than the basement.

Wha--

Where am I?

Wow!

This must be Mr. Krabs's swashbuckler sanctum.

Ooh, look at that.

And that. And that.

And that! And that! And that!

And that! And that! And that! And that! And that! And that!

Hi.

Argh! Ahoy!

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

Whoa!

Oh, who am I kidding?

I'll never be a swashbuckler.

Hmm?

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.

Huh? That sounds like... Oh, no!

Huh?

SpongeBob! Get out of there!

Have fun.

Land ho!

Uh, you dropped your lucky brick.

I don't have a lucky brick.

On your feet, ya sea-drinkin' polliwog!

You're in the company

of the Flying Dutchman!

Hmm.

Who blew my hornpipe?

Uh...

I did.

Hmm.

SpongeBob, I'm comin'! ♪ Hurry! Hurry! Hurry! Hurry!

♪ Hurry! Hurry! ♪

Weird place for a painting.

Move it, Squidward!

♪ Hurry! Hurry! Hurry! Hurry! ♪

Ah, let me take a look at ya.

Spit-shine shoes. Long socks. Short pants.

Empty middle-distant stare.

Tell me, laddie, can ya blow a bubble?

Why...

you're the very swab

I've been lookin' for!

Really?

You look like the kind of

strappin' young bubble-blowin' 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 guy by 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!

Aw. But he doesn't think I'm ready

for that kind of thing.

Well, maybe he's right.

You might not be ready for

swashbucklin'!

Swashbuckling?

Swashbucklin'.

Swashbuckling!

Ah!

Huh?

Whoa!

I'm ready!

Then it's a deal.

The Dutchman's deal.

Stupid passcode.

Four... fifteen... eight.

Permission to come aboard, sir!

Granted, shipmate!

Me, too? Only if ya put on some pants.

I guess.

Pupil scan?

Ooh! Whee!

Welcome aboard!

- Blast these long eyes.

Come on, right this way to your quarters.

I'm gonna be a swashbuckler. Yeah!

What do ya think, Captain?

Pure heart, innocent mind,

desperate to be a big guy.

He's perfect.

Ahoy, Krabs!

Long time no see!

Please, don't take SpongeBob!

You'll never see him again.

He's the key to unlocking my curse.

SpongeBob!

Cinch up your trousers, me hearties.

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

Oh, Squidward, what are we gonna do?

Sorry, I don't speak "do".

All me blusterin' and braggin',

fillin' that boy's head with adventure!

I drove him right into the tender mercies

of that monster,

the Flying Dutchman.

Look, Eugene, you can't blame yourself. Mr. Krabs.

Say what? Call me Mr. Krabs.

Okay.

Look, "Mr. Krabs"... There ya go.

You know what? It is your fault.

You're right, Squidward.

Which is why we got to go save him!

Hold it.

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 grease

inflames my acne!

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

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

Meow. Why was I worried?

Nice to see me old gear still fits, eh?

Squawk!

What the-- Huh?

Hmm. Not bad.

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

The Patty Blaster!

Hey, we might actually be safe on this adventure,

driving a...

Winnebago.

We can't lose in a "Win"-nebago, Mr. Squidward.

Hilarious.

Squawk! 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.

Under where?

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.

Meow!

Challenge Cove?

MR. KRABS That's where the Dutchman can use SpongeBob

to break his curse!

And if we don't get down there in time to stop him,

our favorite fry cook is doomed!

Now saddle up! We got no time to waste!

Full disclosure,

that's farther than I thought we'd get.

Pop the clutch, Gary!

Whoo-hoo!

Welcome to the Underworld!

Huh?

Maybe I'm not ready for this place.

Ah, yes, the Underworld

can be terrifying to most.

But not to a brave big guy like yourself.

You think I'm brave?

Aye, you laugh at danger!

I mean...

You can do better than that.

I can't hear you.

Don't worry, Patrick. We laugh at danger!

Huh? Huh?

Huh? Huh?

Huh?

Incoming!

Whoo-hoo!

Whoo!

Ooh! Wow!

Uh... Huh?

You were right, Dutchman.

I'm not afraid of the Underworld!

Glad to hear it, lad.

I'm not afraid, either!

Who cares?

SpongeBob,

I want you to think of me

as your swashbuckling guru,

and your friend.

Aw.

Look! More danger!

Here, kitty, kitty.

Nyah-ah!

Captain, this lubber

is a complete barnacle brain.

Are you sure he's the one?

True, he don't have physical prowess

or pirating ability,

but 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 my curse!

Break your curse!

My curse!

Your curse!

What are we laughing about?

Oh, uh, nothin', lad.

Accordin' to the map,

the gates to the Underworld

lie in the most horrible place imaginable.

Bikini Bottom High.

- Aye, dangerous waters. - Ew.

Nice ride. Losers.

See what I mean?

Hey!

- Whoa! Whoa! - Ahh!

- Whoa! - Ahh!

Right! Take a right!

Hmph!

Is that Squidward Tentacles?

Coach Tuna?

You still owe me laps.

Incoming fire!

- Ah! - Squawk!

Hah.

Huh?

Hey!

Ow!

Meow! Meow! Meow!

Huh?

We're close.

I can smell it. Me, too.

Are you Davy?

No, man, I'm Phil. Davy's over there.

Thar she blows!

Davy Jones' locker.

The entrance to the Underworld.

If you're gonna be a swashbuckler,

you got to dress the part.

Now step out, lad. Let's get a look at ya.

Are you sure this is a swashbuckler outfit?

Absolutely! Standard issue.

Really? Wh-- 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, no!

This is all wrong! Let's find something else.

Wait! Mind your business!

Fashion show! This feels much better.

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

I agree, Dutchie.

It's missing one thing.

Achoo!

Pink guy's drivin' me nuts!

He's distracting the fool.

Their friendship is a problem.

That's why we work so well together, Barb.

We've never been friends.

Exactly! I-- Wait, what?

Yeah, we'll have to take care of that one.

Land ho!

Whoa!

Whoa!

♪ Whoa ♪

We've arrived at Challenge Cove.

The place where you'll finally become a swashbuckler.

Whoo-hoo!

Meow.

Are you sure about this?

Don't worry, Mr. Squidward.

I've got everything under control.

These creatures look friendly enough, huh?

That was the scariest thing I ever saw!

Till I saw that.

Huh? Huh?

Meow.

Here's an idea. We go home and you hire a new fry cook!

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?

Aye! To succeed, you must reach that X.

And then I'll get my certificate!

Right after you make it up

to the next X.

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,

oh, you'll become a swashbuckler.

Mr. Krabs will be so proud!

If I can do it.

No, it'll be easy!

We'll get through these challenges together.

Starting with, uh, oh...

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. I know.

Tartar sauce! Now what are we gonna do?

I know.

What difference does it make?

You say "road", I say "path".

I say "potato", you say "po-tah-to"!

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

Ooh.

String cheese. String cheese.

String cheese. A road of string cheese.

String Cheese Road! String Cheese... Expressway!

String Cheese... Castle!

I can't take it!

Barb, no! Killing him might tip him off.

What do you say we go beat these challenges,

road or no road?

Wait!

Watch out for the Skeleton Guardians! Huh?

What?

Watch out for the-- Wha-oof!

Watch out for the wha-oof?

Not sure what that means.

Plus, it's hard to hear

with all the "cck-oo-cck-oo-cck-oo" sounds.

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!

Barb, we got to reach that nitwit

before he gets killed!

Desperately trying, sir!

What do you think, path or road?

Can someone hand me my eyebrows?

Swordplay, huh?

I think my skills will satisfy.

Dodge! Parry! Thrust! Plie.

Patrick!

What if Mr. Krabs was right

and I am just a bubble-blowing baby boy?

That wouldn't be good.

Oh, Patrick, what are we gonna do?

Yer askin' the wrong question, lad!

Mr. Krabs?

If ya want to get out of this pickle,

you're gonna have to start actin' like

a rough-and-tumble swashbuckler.

Well, how do I do that?

Ya start by askin' 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 does it-- Does this end or--

Wake up!

Patrick, maybe if we act like Mr. Krabs,

we can make our way through this.

Why didn't I think of that?

Because you're not a Swashbuckler Certificate

recipient in the making! Huh?

Barb! Do ya spy the barnacle?

Sorry, sir. I don't-- Wait.

- Hey, look at me! - Huh?

Argh. I'm no bubble blower.

I'm a rough-and-tumble swashbuckler.

Rough and tumble as the day is long.

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

Rough and tumble, tumble and--

Huh. Look at me!

Rumble and tumble!

SpongeBob? These look like...

...our intestines.

And they're fortified!

This means I passed the first challenge!

Whoo-hoo!

- Look at mine wiggle. - Huh?

Look at them. Wiggle, wobble!

Peekaboo!

Hairdo-do!

What are those idiots doing?

What is happening?

I don't know how he did it, Barb.

That fool must really be the one.

I think you're right, sir. Look.

Yes?

Whoa!

Yes?

Yes!

Huh?

- SpongeBob? - Uh-oh.

You know what that means, Mr. Krabs.

I'm in deep shrimp.

SpongeBob!

Hold on, lad!

Whoo-hoo!

Onto challenge number two!

Shello?

Bad news, sir. Krabs is following us.

What? No, no, no!

If he catches up, he'll tell SpongeBob the truth

and ruin everything.

Oh, Barb,

it's been so long and I'm so close.

I wouldn't worry about Krabs, sir.

He ain't gonna last long in the Underworld.

Huh? Where is that music comin' from?

Mmm. Not bad.

Huh?

Huh?

Greetings, travelers.

Come play with us.

Come play?

Cover your ears, Squidward.

Those are Sirens, temptin' us

into a smooth jazz trap.

Later, losers.

Squidward. We got to save SpongeBob.

There's no time for a solo!

There's always time for a solo.

Meow.

Well, music lovers,

what do you think? Ack!

Help me!

Ooh, now we got to save that good-for-nothin'

easy-listenin' layabout.

Help me!

Whoa! Put me down!

There's got to be somethin' in here that'll help Squidward.

Hmm.

Whoa!

Huh? Better hurry up!

Or instead of being a big guy, I'll be a dead guy.

Whoa!

Bandages, no. Antiseptic, no.

Flare gun, no. Breath mints, no.

What? Whoa-hoo! Agh!

Help!

Squawk! Oh, no, you don't!

Uh-oh.

No more wastin' time, Squidward.

We might already be too late!

You know, I think we cracked the code to these challenges.

All I got to do is keep acting like Mr. Krabs,

and I'll be swashbuckling in no time.

To Mr. Krabs.

Big guys!

Oh, what are they doin' now?

Uh, eh... You can celebrate later, lad!

Let's head to the next challenge!

SpongeBob?

Whee!

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, Barb.

I have a better idea.

SpongeBob.

Swashbucklers don't spend

their time seahorsin' 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, uh, if you want to be someone big,

you're gonna have to leave some of your

small ways behind. Hmm?

Oh. Hmm.

Okay. No more seahorsing around.

Smart lad!

Now, let's get you

to challenge number two!

Ow!

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, uh, no, no telling

what's lurking along that path to the platform.

It could be a charging Bull Clam.

Or a terrifying JellyHook.

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

and hailing all the way from Bikini Bottom,

my best friend,

SpongeBerb SquareShorts.

This bubble blower has got a lot to prove

if he ever wants to show the world he's a swashbuckler.

Challenge number two won't be easy.

But I believe in you,

big guy.

Now, go get 'em.

Big guy.

Big guy. Big guy. Big guy.

Big guy. Big guy. Big guy. Big guy.

Yikes!

Yeow!

Okay, SquarePants, you can do this.

What would I do?

Hmm.

Huh? Huh?

Whoa!

Whee!

Whoo-hoo!

Oh, my God! Yeah!

Yeah, baby!

Whoo-hoo!

Whoo-hoo!

Ooh, your lucky brick.

Huh? Ooh!

Huh?

Whoo!

Hmm.

Whee!

Huh?

En garde!

Huh-ho!

Hyah!

Whoo-hoo! Yeah!

We interrupt 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!

Huh.

That's not what I meant!

Who is it?

Hey, what--

Get out of here! Get out!

Huh?

Whoo-hoo! Yeah!

Boy, if only Mr. Krabs could see me now.

He'd finally see

what I've been seein'

all along,

a swashbuckler in the makin'.

Really?

Really.

But remember,

if you want to become a true big guy,

you have to stay focused.

Got it. Focused.

Bubble break!

You had me at "bubble".

Let's do a triple-dog backslash wand-grabber.

With a banana-slap twist-blister!

Hmm?

Huh? Yeah...

Um, sounds fun, Patrick,

but maybe we shouldn't do this anymore.

What?

Well, it's just-- You know, it--

I have this other thing I'm doing.

You mean,

you don't want to blow bubbles

with me?

I... I really want to, but...

That's okay. It's just that I should...

No, it's fine.

- Pat. - I'm not crying!

It's just raining on my face!

Ah, don't worry about your friend.

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

Well, I... 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 ya

how to be a swashbuckler

when ya asked?

You never told me how much you cared.

Well, 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.

Goodbye!

Quick! We got to fix this camper! We got to fix it!

Oh, sure.

Let's go pop into an auto parts store

and get what we need.

- Meow. - Huh?

Good eye, Gary!

Does this seem a little convenient?

Nonsense.

These big-box stores are everywhere!

Meow.

Spare tire, exhaust pipe,

tire iron, and oil.

Oil, where's the oil?

Just ask somebody.

Hello! We need some oil over here!

Hello?

Hello!

Where is everybody?

Hello?

That might be our cue to go.

Meow-ow. Huh. There's someone's shoe.

And there's the other one.

What kind of big-box store is this?

Run!

I see the exit!

Meow-ow.

What's the plan, Mr. Krabs?

Meow.

Meow-ow.

It looks hungry.

And it's getting closer!

Meow.

Say the word.

Anytime now.

Sooner the better!

Really?

Meow.

Huh?

Hey, I found the oil!

Oh, no, no, no, no!

Bye-bye, Krabby.

Huh?

Whoa...

Barb?

What do you do when your best friend

doesn't want to blow bubbles anymore?

Uh...

Well, I, uh...

Yeah, I, I, uh...

Thanks. Makes a lot of sense.

This is it, lad. The last challenge.

Finish this and you'll become a swashbuckler!

Let's do it.

Ready, Dutch?

Bang it.

Ta-da!

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

...and intestinal fortitude!

You did 'em all!

I knew you were special, lad.

Whoa!

Look at that!

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 coa-- Uh, wait.

You mean your dream is to ride a roller coaster?

Well, of course. We all have dreams.

What's yours?

What?

Well, uh...

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!

Look at me,

chatterin' like a cabin boy.

Let's get goin'!

Stop right there!

Good thing this bird is allergic to shellfish!

Mr. Krabs?

Ooh! Tartar sauce!

Are you okay, boy-o?

Did ya 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 ya!

From him!

Whoa! Well, now hold on, Krabs!

Oh, I'm not in any danger.

The Flying Dutchman's been helping me become a swashbuckler.

- Just like you. - Oh.

Well, ya see, I, uh...

You want to tell him, or should I?

Tell me what?

It's about me past, lad.

I embellished a few o' the...

tsk, uh, finer details.

I did spend me youth at sea,

but I wasn't the captain.

Wait a minute. You were a fry cook?

Aye. And like you,

I dreamed of bein' a swashbuckler.

- But nobody believed in me. - They said I was a--

bubble-blowin' baby boy!

I was so ashamed.

And that's when something called out to me.

It was the Dutchman's hornpipe.

Huh?

The dirty deceiver promised to make me a swashbuckler,

and lured me to the Underworld.

But I froze when I saw that terrifyin' place.

The Underworld shivered me timbers

and I ran home, tail between me legs.

I had many adventures at sea, boy,

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 Kids' Menu?

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 tellin' you the truth now.

The Dutchman is trickin' ya!

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.

Krabs has never believed in you.

Come with me and blow that hornpipe.

Show him you're a real swashbuckler.

The biggest of the big guys.

I'm ready.

No, SpongeBob!

Wait!

Hurry, lad. On the pedestal.

SpongeBob! Don't do it!

You'll see, Mr. Krabs. I'm gonna be a big guy.

No, no, no, no!

Come on now!

Hurry.

SpongeBob!

Meow, meow, meow, meow!

No, no!

Too late, Krabby!

I'll save ya, lad!

Gotcha!

No, no, no, no, no!

Whoa!

Ooh!

Swashbuckler shine!

It's not swashbuckler shine.

Yeah, no. It ain't.

Huh?

No!

Squawk.

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.

Huh?

Oh, no.

Hang on to your square derriere.

Guess who's cursed now?

Meow.

All hail the new FlyingBob DutchPants!

What?

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

Mr. Krabs!

Ugh!

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

It's a double Dutchman, sir.

You tricked me.

Well,

you wanted to be a big guy swashbuckler, didn't you?

So what are you complainin' about?

You should be thankin' 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...

Let's see, uh...

500 years!

Oh!

Now I finally get to go home.

Yep, we got to run.

Huh?

Whoa!

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 lyin' that led ya 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 forever.

One more. Forever!

Ghost 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've 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 got to be something we can do.

I'm afraid there's nothin' we can do.

You made a deal with the Dutchman. It's hopeless.

Oh, no!

Barb?

We're not lettin' 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 Rule Book of 1586,

it is hereby stipulated

that the recipient of an officially designated curse

is afforded the chance to rectify and nullify

all banes and burdens through demolition,

if done so within the morrow, and so on and so forth, et cetera."

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 us 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!

Woo-woo! Gee.

Bye, everybody!

Hopefully not forever!

Bye, SpongeBob!

You know, for a doofus, you've got a 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, breaky-breaky-break-break.

B-B-B-B-Break that curse!

- Whoa! - Whoo-hoo!

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 tellin' what trouble that cutthroat pirate will cause.

I'm here, surface world.

And I am ready...

...to partay!

♪ Let's go! ♪

♪ Come on! ♪

♪ Whoo-hoo! ♪

Hey!

Yoink!

Santa Monica.

Paradise!

Break that pipe. Reverse that curse.

Huh?

Come on, pull.

You? Quick, grab the hornpipe!

Huh?

No! What are you doin' here?

I served my time as Dutchman and I'm not goin' 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.

Oh, no.

A roller coaster? Why did it have to be a roller coaster?

Come on, SpongeBob, we got to stop him!

Hey! There he is!

Dude! No cuts. Oh, right. Sorry.

Hmph.

Arr!

Arr! Arr!

Arr!

Arr! Arr!

Arr!

Arr! Arr!

Thirty minutes later.

Arr!

Next.

See ya at sunset!

After those pasty white legs!

Whoa!

He's gettin' away! Jump!

Yeah! Yeah!

Made it!

Oh, no.

I'm on a roller coaster!

Roller coaster!

Huh?

Oh, ya got to be kiddin' me.

Well, hold on, SpongeBob ScaredyPants.

I got to get off this thing!

No, SpongeBob! What you got to do is stay on this thing,

and get that hornpipe.

How am I gonna do that?

Ya start by askin' the right question. What would you do?

What would you do?

No, not me! That's... Look.

You. SpongeBob. What would you do?

Huh? How's that gonna help? You said it yourself. I'm not a big guy.

I'm just a bubble blower.

Well, I was wrong about bubble blowers, okay?

They got more panache, guts, grit, moxie 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 talkin' 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 blowin', ya bubble-blowin' big baby guy!

That sun's about to set.

Nyah, nyah!

Hmm.

Oh, yeah. Whoa!

Hold on, lad!

Don't look down, bubble boy!

I'm coming for you.

Persistent little barnacle.

Give me that!

Bleaaghh!

Weiner, ten o'clock!

Arr!

Huh?

Huh? I gotcha, lad!

Nice catch, Mister K!

Now let's go get that hornpipe.

Whoa-whoa-whoa...yow!

Miss me?

I came here to do two things,

kick butt and blow bubbles.

Looks like I'm all out of butt.

Huh?

Hey,

what are ya doin'?

Cut it out!

Get back!

Seriously?

Blowin' a bubble was your big plan, baby boy?

Huh?

Whoa!

Whoa!

Whoa!

Whoa!

Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!

Huh?

Oh, the poor boy! He's lost his mind!

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

Ain't ya scared? No, it's really fun!

Huh?

It doesn't even matter.

Once the sun sets, I win!

Mr. Krabs, look!

It's your bubble!

Hmm.

Hey, Dutchman. What happens again when the sun sets?

I win.

I win.

I win!

Huh? My hornpipe!

Huh? Huh?

Huh?

Whoo-hoo!

Huh?

No!

What?

Fish sticks!

Avast, Barb!

Uh, no hard feelin's about leavin' ya behind.

What say we pick up where we left off?

Well, not exactly where we left off.

Outdone by a bubble blower!

For proving his silliness, good nature, gaiety,

merriment, sense of humor, high spirits and 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...

It's beautiful.

And to honor our beloved fry cook,

all Krabby Patties are full price!

Hey, wait a second. Huh?

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 win!

Meow.

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!

Whoo-hoo! Ack-ack-ack-ack-ack-ack!

Aw! Huh?

Bikini Bottom Bubble Hug!

Is this really necessary?

Meow.

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

I can't believe they forgot me!

Those lousy, stinking bunch of...

♪ Who do you think you are? ♪

♪ Mr. Big Stuff! ♪♪