Original subtitles

Hi! I'm Patrick Star,

and I live with my parents!

Ow!

This is my dad!

A-ha!

A fresh water rain boot.

They put up quite a fight.

Thanks for helping me practice, Tinkle!

Now I'm ready to go bootin'!

Ooh, that must be the guys.

Shake a leg, Cecil! We're losing sea light.

Jeffy!

Harold!

Secret handshake!

Oop!

Ho-ho! Ho-ho!

Merry Mustachios!

You fellas ready for a legendary weekend

at Loafer Lake?

You bet'cha.

I'm feeling like this year

I'm gonna catch the big one.

The elusive, rarely seen...

Lucky Muck monster!

Really, Cecil?

You actually believe

in that phoney baloney tall tale?

Next thing you know,

he'll be trying to catch the Tooth Fairy!

First of all, I've already caught

and released the Tooth Fairy.

Second of all, Lucky Muck is real.

I've read all about him in Weekly Weirdo News!

Last summer,

Old Man Jenkins was bootin' alone one night.

When all of a sudden he was swallowed whole

by a steel-toed silhouette!

See! They couldn't print it if it wasn't true.

And we're gonna catch him

and be on the cover of Weekly Weirdo News!

People will call us "Weirdos" for the rest of our lives!

Here we are...

Loafer Lake.

Merry Mustachios!

Now to make history and catch a monster.

Ow!

Huh?

Scored another sneaker.

Hot dog, a high heel!

Aw, look.

A little baby booty!

Goo-goo!

Oh, Harold, toss it back.

That's just a small fry.

Hey, Cece, you catch anything?

Working on it.

Say, a bite!

Bleh! Junk!

Oh, garbage!

Your wish is my command.

Ugh! I wish people would stop dumping trash in the lake.

Get lost!

Fellas, I'm just having no luck today.

If I can't even catch a basic boot,

there's no way I'm gonna catch Lucky Muck!

Well, look on the bright side, Cece,

we got enough boots to open up a shoe store.

Let's have ourselves a footwear fry.

Hey, fellas, check out my new invention.

The bunion broiler!

Hand me that ballet flat and flip flop.

Here, Cece, this will lift your spirits.

I call it the toe dance taco!

Es muy bueno.

Come on, pal, it tastes real good.

You know what I taste?

Failure!

You might prefer the taco.

These snively little shoes are nothing!

Ugh, today was a bust!

Our catch doesn't mean anything!

I'm here for the big one!

Lucky Muck is out there just waiting for us.

I'm gonna get into this magazine

and you naysayers are gonna eat your words.

I've got a foolproof plan.

Very, very

early the next morning...

Why are we out here so early, Cecil?

And what in Neptune's name are you wearing?

I'm bait!

Of course you are!

He's losing it.

No boot can resist a cozy wool sock.

And the smell of De-feat...

Number 5.

When he pops his toe box out,

I'll nab him!

Then, Jeffy, you snap a picture of him.

Yeah, okay, Cece.

Come on, guys. Let's make history!

Merry Mustachios!

Yeah, yeah.

Merry Mustachios.

Whoa!

Now for the siren song of footwear.

Booty-boot-boot-boot!

Come and get it!

Now serving Lucky Muck,

party of one!

Step right up for some sole food!

Oh, this is gonna be a long day.

You'll be toe-tally impressed

with what I got cookin' up for you!

Booty-boot-boot-boot!

You... you gotta come out shoe-ner or later.

This is taking longer than I thought.

Ow!

Aw, who am I kidding?

This is a fool's errand.

And I'm the fool.

Cecil?

Fellas, I'm sorry I ruined this trip

with my obsession.

I realize now that there's no such thing

as Lucky Muck.

Whoa!

Uh, Cecil?

Lucky Muck!

You guys don't have to say that

just for my benefit.

No, Cece. Lucky Muck is real!

What the...

Lucky Muck is real!

Jeffy, get the camera ready.

Oh, it's so majestic!

It's coming to say hi!

Oh my gosh!

It's so magical!

A gentle giant.

Hey there, big fella.

Sorry we didn't believe you, Cecil.

Hey, I'm gonna be the bigger man,

and say...

I told you so!

Ha! We're gonna be famous!

But we're stuck in here!

Yeah, and we'll starve to death!

Oh, don't worry, pals.

We still have our provisions!

We're going to be o--

Hate to be those guys.

-What's going on?

Wow, Lucky Muck sounds distressed!

What can we do?

We need a way to see outside.

Hey, look.

Maybe I can peek through that eyelet.

We just need a way to get up there.

Aha!

Hold it steady, guys.

Especially you on the bottom.

His laces are tangled!

Well, that's knotgood!

Oh, enough with the puns, Jeffy.

I'm going to try something!

Let me see.

You're tangle free, Lucky Muck!

Tangle free!

We love you too, Lucky Muck!

Go, Lucky Muck! Go!

Well, call me Ishmael!

Finally, after all these years,

it's come back to me.

Me missing boot!

Mm!

Mm.

Welcome home, lucky boot!

Hmm?

Sea creatures?

And back home with you, too!

Merry Mustachios!

Fellas, we did it.

Another memorable fishing trip in the books.

Jeffy, let's see that front page worthy photo.

Whoops!

Oh, I'm so sorry about that, Cecil.

I guess I'm all thumbs.

Well, we may have gotten a crummy photo,

but we made it out alive.

And we have an epic tale to tell.

No ifs, ands, or butts.

Hey, is it me, or is it a little breezy?

Hi! I'm Patrick Star!

And I live with my parents!

Ow!

This is my dad!

This is my mom!

Oh dear,

why did I cook dinner at this hour?

It's not even 7:00 a.m. yet.

Oh well,

out with the new, and in with the--

Since when did we get a second trash can?

And when did we spring

for the trash ejection function?

Hold on a minute.

I know Mrs. Bunny Star did not call us trash!

Mrs. Puff?

Margaret Squarepants?

Nautalee Tentacles?

Mama Bass?

Okay, you might not be trash,

but you all look like garbage.

No offense.

We can explain.

But first,

might we have those delectable-looking steaks?

We've come such a long, long way,

and are sovery hungry.

Oh, these delectable steaks?

Yes!

- Forget it!

We don't eat dinner for breakfast in this house.

I'll go whip up some nice porridge instead.

Enough! We don't have time.

We're from the future!

A dark, dismal future!

And we traveled back to the past

in our trademark Time Trashcan.

Ooh! Fancy!

We need to defeat the evil robot overlords

that have made the future a living nightmare!

And the only way to do that

is to get the Bikini Bottom Brawlers back together.

Our old roller derby squad?

Oh, I don't know,

it's been such a long time.

Bunny, you've got to help us!

The entire future will be decided

by a winner takes all Roller Derby Event.

And we just couldn't possibly do it without--

Without who?

Without... the Bunnisher?

I knew the Bunnisher would come through.

You're darn tootin'.

Now let's go save the future!

Woo!

Um, wrong trash can.

Whoopsie doodle!

There has gotta be a more comfortable way

to time travel.

Oh, dear.

You are not in compliance.

My beloved Bikini Bottom.

What happened here?

Oh, I'll tell you.

It all started when--

...and the rest is history.

That explains everything.

Now what are we waiting for, Brawlers?

Let's get out there and--

I knew it. She's forgotten how to skate.

Nobody panic.

There's still time to retrain her.

Drive! Drive! Drive!

Faster. Faster. Faster.

But it's not safe here.

To the secret hideout!

Okay, Bunny.

It's been a long time since you've skated.

We're gonna start with the basics.

Just stand up straight,

clear your mind,

and glide towards me.

Shouldn't this be easy?

Like remembering how to ride a bicycle?

Hmm.

A bicycle, huh?

There you go!

You're rollin' steady now!

Ooh! I am! I really--

Whoa!

What is wrong with my--

Would you look at that?

Aw, your son's action figure

got caught in the wash?

Been there.

Not my son's.

My husband's!

Now, let's see...

if I can skate!

Yes! The Bunnisher is back!

And not a moment too soon!

The match starts in 15 minutes.

Ladies and Gentle-bots!

Androids and Automatons!

Welcome to the event of the century!

Tonight, one question will be answered.

Who will rule Bikini Bottom?

We'll settle it once and for all

with an evening of... roller derby!

That's right, folks!

Skating for the future of all organic life, it's...

the Bikini Bottom Brawlers!

My mom's on that team.

Mommy! Hi, Mommy!

And skating for Team Machine...

The Robo-Rollers!

Ooh! My washing machine!

What are you doing here?

E tu,Washy?

Skaters! Get ready!

May the best player win.

Get set!

Let's roller some derby!

Well, now, that's not very sportsmanlike.

Out first and fast, it's the Bunnisher!

With Rollerbot Rita just seconds behind!

It's anyone's game!

I'm so proud of you, honey.

Ooh, that's gotta hurt!

And just like that, only one Brawler remains!

Ow!

Washy, why are you doing this?

I thought we were friends!

What about all we've been through?

All those loads of whites?

Colors? Delicates?

Didn't that mean anything to you?

Washy?

Oh no, you don't.

Sure, you can roll.

But can you roll with the bun-ches?

The what?

Oh, 'cause she's the Bunnisher.

It's a play on words. Got it!

You know what that sound means.

With just two players left in the game,

it's time for...

sudden death.

Oh, dear.

First player off the track

will forfeit Bikini Bottom!

Time for you bots to learn why they call me

the Bunnisher!

I hate to slow your roll, but...

You're me!

Correction! I am Cyborg you.

From the future!

But I don't understand!

Why would I join the robots?

Oh, it's really quite simple.

Ya see...

And that's all there is to it.

Oh, that does explain everything.

Yep.

Okay, and now you go bye-bye.

So long, Bunnisher!

-What the?

Woo!

All right, Washy!

Consider yourself Bunnished!

-Drat.

I'm seeing it, but I'm not believing it!

The Bikini Bottom Brawlers have just won the game!

Thoughts?

I agree! Totally mind-blowing.

We did it!

-Yeah!

Aw, get over here, Washy.

We couldn't have done it without you.

Now that the future is saved,

I can go home.

Bye, ladies!

Goodbye, Bunnisher!

See y'all back in the past!

Woo!

Is this thing on?

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