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[upbeat ukulele music]

*

- * Founder's Day is here today. *

Squidward, is this even?

- A little higher.

A little to the left.

A little more to the left.

Ha! Perfect.

Oh.

- [humming wildly]

*

- Whoa, Mr. Krabs really loves Founder's Day.

- No, he doesn't.

- But just look at him go.

- This is the day he gets the patty orders

for the big Founder's Day eating contest.

It's the most money Krabs makes all year.

- Oh, but it's not just that.

Mr. Krabs has a lot of love in his heart for this town.

- Nope, Squidward's right.

Not only do I supply the eating contest,

but I get to sell me profit-laden patties

to all the hungry spectators.

I had to grease a few wheels, but it was worth it.

- Thanks, Krabs!

- Sure thing, Mr. Commissioner.

See you at Founder's Day.

[coughs]

* Oh, I wonder, wonder, wonder how many patties must we make *

- Wonder no longer.

You only need one.

- [gasps]

What do you mean "one"?

- Didn't you see today's newspaper?

- "No Takers for McNulty Challenge."

Ha! What is that supposed to mean?

- He's the current champion.

He only needs to eat one patty to win.

- [gasps] I'm ruined.

No one wants to see a one-patty eating contest,

least of all me wallet.

[sobbing]

- Hey, at least we have Founder's Day.

- I couldn't give a sea fig for Founder's Day.

I need sales, boy.

Sales is what I need.

Oh, if only there was someone dumb and hungry enough

to take on old Oswald McNulty.

- I'll just have 47 Krabby Patties, please.

I had a big breakfast so I'm not that hungry.

Squidward, did you get a new haircut?

- Ah, dumb and hungry.

Well, if it isn't Patrick.

- I isn't Patrick?

- No, no, of course you ares.

How would you like to eat

as many Krabby Patties as you can handle

and restore the honor of your hometown?

- I like the first part,

but I don't understand the second part.

- I'm talking about Oswald McNulty.

He comes here every year with his big-city ways

and his extremely relaxed throat muscles,

and he shows us up like a bunch of rubes.

Rubes!

And on Founder's Day, no less.

[bell dinging]

We need a hometown hero to make me lots of money.

I mean, return the belt to Bikini Bottom.

[chuckles nervously]

You're going up against the best,

so you have to be the best.

We're going to light a fire under you, boy-o.

- Oh, no, that's going to hurt!

- Listen up, mister. No more fooling around.

You're here to eat and eat

and then eat some more.

- I like to eat.

- Well, let's see how your tummy handles these patties,

Mr. Likes To Eat.

- [laughs] You said "tummy."

- Tummy!

[both laughing]

[whistle blows]

- I like whistles!

- Eat!

- Oh.

[sniffs]

- What are you doing? You're wasting time.

- Got to warm up my taste buds first.

[cheering]

- Son, can you eat faster?

- Oh, faster.

- Four and a half patties in one minute?

Why, McNulty can eat 100 in a minute.

But, you know, I think your teeth

might be getting in the way a little bit there.

- Oh, why didn't you say so?

- Ooh, I didn't know you had false teeth.

- [laughs] I don't.

- Nah, that can't be it.

McNulty has teeth.

SpongeBob, let's go to the film.

Look at that devious face,

a face without pity--

cold, dead eyes, like a shark's eyes.

What is Oswald McNulty doing that Patrick Star is not?

- His homework? - [gasps]

Or maybe we should be asking,

what is Oswald McNulty not doing?

- His taxes?

- You're both wrong! Or possibly right.

I mean, I don't know much about his personal life.

The point is, he's not tasting, boys.

That's where Oswald McNulty has the edge.

Those extra seconds you take to taste the patty, Patrick,

are slowing you down.

From now on, you must pop them in your mouth and swallow.

- I don't get to taste?

- This feels wrong, Mr. Krabs.

- Stow that bilge water, bucket boy.

We're going to need 100 more patties.

- Okay, I'll get right on it.

- We're going to teach this sea star a new way to eat--

without tasting.

all: No!

[inspiring music]

*

[growls]

Oh! [munching wildly]

- There he goes! - Our champion!

- He's so dreamy!

- Oh!

[crowd cheering]

- Come one, come all.

This Sunday, Sunday, Sunday.

It's a Founder's Day eating extravaganza.

Watch your hometown hero, Patrick Star,

take on the malevolent mouth from three towns over,

Oswald McNulty

and see who takes the Patty Belt.

- Say, can my little boy ask you something?

- [muffled speech]

- Are you the brave man that's going

to bring the belt back to Bikini Bottom?

- [muffled speech]

- Inspiring words.

- I "hurted" my foot on the playground.

- Yeah, yeah, that's wonderful. Move back.

Be sure to bring your friends.

[crowd cheering]

[crowd booing]

- Dad, is that the bad man who took the belt away

from Bikini Bottom?

- Yes, it is, son. Boo!

- Boo!

- It looks like this crowd is hungry...

for excitement, that is,

and also possibly food.

Any moment now, these doors will open

on what promises to be the most dynamic patty-eating contest

in Founder's Day history.

- Krabby Patties, T-shirts, conical hats,

and Patrick's choppers.

- Today our local hero, Patrick Star,

the courageous underdog, is going up

against five-time belt winner Oswald McNulty,

from three towns over.

One can only imagine the seething tension

boiling over right now

between these two titans of the sport

as they prepare for ultimate battle.

[insects chirping] - Hey.

- How's it going?

- Five short minutes to consume as many patties as they can.

- Who's ready?

- SpongeBob, I don't want to do this.

- Well, then don't do it.

I'm sure Mr. Krabs will understand.

- [sniffs] I smell mutiny.

What's going on here?

- I don't want to eat in the contest.

It hurts my taste feelings.

[all sobbing]

- Hmm. No problem.

Here. - What's that?

- That is a bill for all the Krabby Patties you ate

during training.

[crowd cheering]

- But I didn't know I had to pay.

- Well, I didn't know either

until you decided you weren't doing the contest,

and that means all your "training" patties

just became plain eatin' patties.

Now, if you was to do the contest,

I might be inclined to tear up this here little bill,

and, of course, there are all the people

that are counting on you, son.

[all cheering] - Ow, my foot.

- Okay, I'll do it for the little boy with the hurt foot.

- You made the right choice, kid.

[laughs]

- There's the bell. And we're off and eating.

McNulty taking an early lead

and really going to work on those patties.

What a dynamo!

The little smelt from three towns over

eating at a terrific pace.

But what's this? Patrick Star isn't moving.

He seems stuck at the gate.

- What are you doing, Patrick?

Don't make me charge you for those patties too!

- McNulty's pressing forward.

Looks like this is going to be a blowout.

- Patrick, I believe in you, Patrick.

- But wait! Patrick Star is on the move,

and patties are starting to disappear.

Look at that little sea star eat!

He's inching closer to McNulty,

and it looks like McNulty can feel the heat.

Never has there been a more prodigious display

of competitive eating.

The amount of patties being consumed is astounding.

[all whimpering]

And now, yes, yes,

Patrick Star has matched Oswald McNulty,

and they are tied as they come into the homestretch.

Both eaters are now so full,

they can barely eat, but eat they do.

Moving so slowly now, one can't help but wonder

if they are going to hit the patty wall at some point,

and--and...

both eaters have stopped!

With only seconds left, we are tied in patties eaten,

and neither one seems to have the room to go on.

Oh! What's this?

And down goes McNulty! Down goes McNulty!

It looks like we could have a tie.

- It's over, SpongeBob. I can't go on.

- The taste, Patrick. Remember the taste.

- The... taste.

- What's this?

Patrick Star has risen from his seat

and is pointing to center field.

No, wait. He's pointing to "widdle" boy with a hurt foot.

Ladies and gentlemen, he's pointing to his mouth

as if to indicate something.

- Here you go, champ. You can have mine.

[taste buds cheering]

- And he's eating. He's eating!

The Great Starbino is eating!

Patrick Star wins!

The belt is back in Bikini Bottom!

The belt is back in Bikini Bottom!

- Here you go, son. You earned it fat and square.

- Yay!

- Congratulations, Starbino.

So are you going to defend the belt next year?

- No, this thing doesn't even fit.

- Ow! My other foot.