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SUB BY : DENI AUROR@ https://aurorarental.blogspot.com/

Are you ready, kids?

Aye, aye, Captain!

I can't hear you.

Aye, aye, Captain!

Order up, Squidward!

Hey, hey, Squidward, did you see me?

Okay, see you later, Squidinater.

Good morning, Mr. Squidward.

So, are you ready?

To go home?

No, to exchange gifts

for Employee Brotherhood Day.

Mister Krabs, you pay me

to stand behind this register

and take orders and give change

but you could never pay me enough

to act brotherly toward...

that guy!

Hmm.

That attitude of yours

is precisely why we're having this little shenanigan.

Now, pay attention!

The lad's got a surprise for you.

Squidward, in honor of employee brotherhood

I present to you a gift...

Ta-dah!

"I heart you."

Try it on, Mr. Squidward!

It's got you written all over it.

I wasn't sure how big

to make the hole for the head

so I used a watermelon for size.

Do you love it?

It's a little itchy.

What's this thing made of?

Eyelashes!

Now, may I resume my minimum-wage duties?

After you present yourbrotherhood gift.

I'll buy the little twerp a gumball.

Oh, no, no, no, lad; you know the rules--

you have to make the gift.

The only thing I'm making is for the exit.

Is this any better, Squidward?

I made this one with my tears.

I knew you'd come around, boy.

Make something nice.

Why can't I just buy something for the little weirdo?

Heave ho!

If you drop one single slice of me booty

I'll have... your booty!

Hi, there.

Those homemade pies sure look good.

Oh, these aren't homemade.

They were made in a factory...

a bomb factory.

They're bombs.

Oh, well, that's too bad.

I thought they were pies and I wanted to buy one.

Wait!

We were just kidding

about all that bomb stuff.

That'll be 25 bucks, please.

So, what flavor is it?

Cherry. Apple. Raspberry.

Well, if it gets old man Krabs off my back.

Okay, here it is, Mister Krabs

fresh from the oven.

I'll be returning to my life now.

Not yet!

I got to make sure you did it right.

Wait a second...

this would got great with some milk.

Oop.

So, you tried to kill me

over a little new-age management, eh?

But Mister Krabs, I had no idea.

I can explain.

Mister Krabs, are you okay?

I heard a... wow!

A pie!

It's from Squidward.

"To Spongebob...

Well, here you go."

And that's what happened.

25 dollars?

A bomb?

In the Krusty Krab?!

That's where you left it.

It's not there.

Hey, guys.

Mm-mm-mm-mm-mm.

Thanks for the pie, Squidward.

You had to kill him.

The boy cries you a sweater of tears

and you kill him.

How are you going to live with yourself?

Kill him?

Here's your order, sir.

Thanks.

No, no, what we got...

we got to call the hospital.

Won't do any good-- I've seen this before.

When that pie goes up to bat--

I mean, hits his lower intestine--

boom!

You've seen this before?!

11 times, as a matter of fact.

Yes, hello, doctor? Hospital?

It won't do any good?

Eleven times?!

Oh!

Oh, he's a goner.

How do we tell him?

Don't tell him--

that'll only make him feel worse.

The way I see it, he's only got till sunset.

Why ruin his last day on Earth?

The lad deserves to enjoy his final hours.

You're right, Mister Krabs!

I'm going to make Spongebob's final hours

the best he's ever had.

And this time, there's going to be love--

so much he's going to drown in it!

Drown in it!

Watch out for Squidward."

Uh, Spongebob?

♪ Yes?

I forgot to tell you

there's a part two to your gift.

"Part two"?

Part two, part two, part two...

Uh, please don't do that.

What's for part two?

Well, what's the most fun thing you can think of?

Actually, I keep a list

of the most fun things I like to do.

I call it my "friendship list."

Great...

Uh, let me see it.

The things that are extra fun

I've written in red.

Everything's in red.

Yeah, I know.

We'd better start now

if want to get through this list

before you die... of anticipation.

Then let's roll!

Bye, Mister Krabs.

Heads up, Squidward--

looks like they're going to replace you.

Yeah.

Uh, now let's have a look at that list.

Well, the first thing I want to do

is show my best friend, Squidward

to everybody in town.

Hi there, this is my best friend, Squidward.

Hey, kids, check it out:

This is my best friend, Squidward.

Hi, I want to show you my best friend, Squidward.

Hey, Frank.

Glad that's over.

Good, 'cause we're on to our next activity.

Which is...?

I'm going to show

my best friend, Squidward

to everyone in town wearing a salmon suit.

You're going to be wearing a salmon suit?

That's a good one, Squidward!

Next!

Knock-knock jokes.

Hey, Squid, knock-knock.

Who's there?

I am!

Oh, yeah...

Look out, everyone, friends in reverse!

Oo...

Turn left, and... stop.

See, that's what it would be like

if you had me for a face.

I can't breathe.

Are you sure you should be

poking it like that?

Who's the doctor here?

The last thing on the list is...

Does it involve more dismemberment?

"Watch the sunset with Squidward"

"Sunset"?

The way I see it, the lad's got until sunset

before that bomb hits his lower intestine.

Hey, it's Mister Krabs.

Hi, Mister Krabs.

Okay, see you later.

Come on, buddy--

You want a sunset, you'll get a sunset.

Ah... underwater sunsets

sure are beautiful eh, Squidward?

Yeah.

Yeah, this is great

just the three of us-- you, me

and this brick wall you built between us.

Yeah...

Sunsets remind me of bowls of fruit.

What do they make you think of, Squidward?

Explosions.

I mean, erosion.

You know, if I were to die right now

in some sort of fiery explosion

due to the carelessness of a friend

well, that would just be okay.

Wow, if feels like something

just dropped into my lower intestine.

Hey, smells like cherry.

Or maybe grape.

Blueberry?

Here it is, the sunset!

I always love to count it down.

Five!

You do the rest, buddy!

Uh, four...

three...

t-two...

One!

I guess we started too early.

Let's start again.

Five, four, three...

Two...

One...

Well, at least I was able

to make his last few hours meaningful.

I am such a good person.

Hey, Squidward, check this out.

Squidward, we already played "babble like an idiot."

Why are you still here?!

Since we finished everything on the list, I made a new one.

I already filled up this book with ideas.

We should be able to finish by January.

Forget the book!

I spent the whole day with you

doing all kinds of ridiculous things

because you were supposed to explode!

You want me to explode?

Yes! that's what I've been waiting for!

Um... okay, I'll try.

Gary! You are going to finish your dessert

and you are going to like it!

Now, it's your turn.

That's not what I meant, you barnacle head!

Oo, good one.

No, you're supposed to explode

into a million pieces.

Why would I do that?

Because the pie you ate was a bomb!

What pie?

The one I left

on the counter today

that I bought from pirates

for 25 bucks, and I didn't know was a bomb

and you ate it, that pie!

Pie?

Oh, you mean this pie.

I was saving it in my pocket

for us to share.

Let's eat.

Oops.

Ouch...

Ah, the Krusty Krab

home of the Krabby Patty, with its top secret formula

known only to those brave enough and intelligent enough

to comprehend its culinary complexity.

Look, Mister Krabs, I'm doing it, I'm doing it!

Quit fooling around, Spongebob, we've got customers.

But wherever there is a secret recipe

there is someone who wants to steal it.

Ouch!

And now for the final touch.

Perfect!

With this disguise

that formula is as good as mine.

Are you Spongebob Squarepants?

Why, yes--

yes, I am.

Then you've just won $1 million.

You just have to answer one question.

What is the Krabby Patty secret formula?

Yes.

Yes!

Yes!

The formula is the sole property

of the Krusty Krab

and is only to be discussed with its creator.

Duplication is punishable by law.

Restrictions apply, results may vary.

That's it!

You better cough up that secret formula or else!

Plankton!

Krabs!

Plankton!

Krabs!

Spongebob.

You can't do this to me, Krabs.

I went to college!

Ouch!

That Plankton is a clever beast.

You've got to keep a sharp eye out for him, Spongebob.

The Krabby Patty law must be enforced.

The future of the Krusty Krab depends on it.

Don't worry, Mister Krabs.

As long as these pants are square

and this sponge is Bob...

I will not let you down!

Uh, Spongebob...

could you let me down?

Man, these patties sure are delicious.

I wonder what's in that secret formula?

Code 12, code 12.

Your disguises can't fool me this time, Plankton.

Everyone at the Head Enhancement Clinic

said nobody would notice.

Spongebob!

You're scaring away me money.

Sorry, Mister Krabs, I'm just trying

to protect the secret formula.

That's no reason to rip people's heads off, boy.

Just remember the most important rule.

No free napkins.

No! The other most important rule--

regarding the secret formula.

Only discuss the secret recipe with Mister Krabs.

As long as you do that, the secret is safe.

I always thought the most important rule was

"Why do today what you can put off till tomorrow?"

What is today but yesterday's tomorrow?

Huh?

Today, I want you to take inventory

on everything in here;

every last pickle and patty must be accounted for.

Aye, aye, Captain.

Two boxes of buns.

Three pounds of patties.

Mr. Squidward.

What now, Mister Krabs?

That's right, I am Krabs...

your boss, your ruler

your master.

Ha, ha, ha.

You're not Mister Krabs.

Hey, why don't you take the rest of the day off?

Well...

whatever you say, "Mister Krabs."

Whoopee!

Hi, Mister Krabs.

Oh, sweet domination.

This is it!

No sign of Plankton yet.

Gosh, Mister Krabs, you don't look so good.

Ooh, you're so cold.

That's just my metal suit.

I made it to protect the formula.

Spongebob.

Spongebob!

It's that thick-headed Krabs.

He'll ruin everything.

Look, a jellyfish.

I got it, I got it.

I got it, I got it.

Spongebob!

Hey, Mister Krabs, what happened

to your metal pants?

Don't go all loopy on me, boy.

I need your help.

And where in the high seas is Squidward?

You gave him the day off.

Day...

I don't know the meaning of them horrible words!

Now quit your laying around, Spongebob

and take out that garbage.

It's starting to give me a rash.

Yes, sir, Mister Krabs, sir.

Hey, Mister Krabs, just taking out that garbage.

Never mind that-- I need to talk to you.

Whoa-ho, Mister Krabs.

I didn't know you had heat vision.

Never mind, I need you to tell me...

Spongebob!

Yike!

Spongebob! I'm not paying you

to stand around.

Get back to the kitchen.

But you wanted to ask a question.

Yes... why aren't you working harder?

I don't know, Mister Krabs...

I don't know.

I'll never get that formula

with that pest, Krabs, popping in and out like that.

I've got it!

I been saving this for a rainy day.

It looks like an ordinary penny...

because it isan ordinary penny.

That fool Krabs is too greedy to ignore you, my little pretty.

That sound, it sounds like...

the pitter-patter of...

money!

Hey, where you going, beautiful?

Mister Krabs.

Wha...

Stop!

Please!

Wait!

Nothing stands between me and that secret formula now.

Ouch!

Hey, Mister Krabs, just doing a little scrubbing.

Hello, Spongebob, it is me, Mister Krabs...

in the flesh

standing right in front of you

with no one else around.

I can see that, Mister Krabs.

I thought we might discuss the Krabby Patty secret formula.

Isn't that a microphone?

What?

Why, yes, it is.

I must get this shirt cleaned.

All right, now tell me the secret formula.

But, sir, we haven't done the secret handshake yet.

Oh, yes, here, let's shake.

We don't shake with our hands, remember?

Uh, right, why don't you start.

We stand on one foot...

balance a glass of chocolate milk on our heads

and sing the Bikini Bottom national anthem.

♪ Oh, Bikini Bottom

♪ We pledge our hearts to you

♪ Bikini Bottom, we love you.

Formula time?

Almost.

Yum, yum, this spaghetti sure is good.

Belch.

Meatball, meatball, spaghetti underneath

ravioli, ravioli, Great Barrier Reef.

Okay, now let's hear that formula.

Sorry, no can do, Mister Krabs.

Wha-a-a-a-t?

But we did everything you said.

I followed all the rules.

I even ate 105 black licorice jelly beans through a straw.

Now, why can't you tell me the formula?

It's your rule--

never speak the formula.

You told me to keep it in...

this bottle.

This is it, Plankton.

Gently, now.

Gasp!

How could you, Spongebob?

Giving me secret formula to this... impostor?

Don't listen to him, Spongebob.

Remember-- ravioli, ravioli, give me the formuoli.

Spongebob, no, don't listen to him.

I'm the realMister Krabs.

Don't listen to him, he's obviously a robot.

Well, if I was a robot, which I'm not

at least, I'm well put together

not some rusted-out, steam-driven pile of junk.

Who you calling "steam-driven?"

QUIET!

Until I know who the real Mister Krabs is, nobody moves

nobody gets hurt.

Tartar sauce?!

Take it easy with that thing.

I'll do the talking around here.

I think I'll just ask you two a couple of questions;

questions only the real Mister Krabs could answer.

Okay, then.

what time does the Krusty Krab open?

9:30 AM.

Right.

That's one strike, "Mr. Fake."

But...

Uh, uh, I'm running this quiz show

I'll ask the questions.

If there's going to be any "buts"

there going to be from me.

Okay, question number two:

How much does a Krabby Patty cost?

$2.99.

On Wednesday.

99 cents.

Right again.

You're starting to look pretty phony

right about now.

I'd be nervous if I were you.

Now, only the really real Mister Krabs could answer this--

if we're discussing the secret formula

on the third Wednesday in January

and it's not raining outside

after we gargle with pudding, what do we do?

That's an easy one.

You just... just... let's see, if it's a...

if it's January with...

with vanilla pudding, you... uh...

pass.

Wait!

Spongebob!

Give me another chance.

So long, imitation Krabs.

Bye-bye.

I knew it was you all along, Mister Krabs.

Here you go.

Thank you, Sponge-Dupe.

Whoop.

Don't forget your lucky penny.

Yoicks.

This must be your lucky day.

The self-destruct coin slot has been activated.

Ten seconds till detonation.

"Coin-operated self-destruct?"

Not one of my better ideas.

Help!

Ouch.

If that was Plankton...

uh-oh.

Help...

Yah, Mister Krabs!

Ooh, yum, yum.

Back, you hungry hand, back.

Help!

Gee, Mister Krabs, I'm sorry.

I thought you were a phony.

Hoo, that's okay, me lad.

Long as the secret formula's safe again.

However, that penny's coming out of your paycheck.

Really?