Original subtitles

- Are you ready, kids?

all: Aye, aye, Captain!

- I can't hear you.

all: Aye, aye, Captain!

- * Ohh...

* Who lives in a pineapple under the sea? *

all: SpongeBob SquarePants!

- * Absorbent and yellow and porous is he *

all: SpongeBob SquarePants!

- * If nautical nonsense be something you wish *

all: SpongeBob SquarePants!

- * Then drop on the deck and flop like a fish *

all: SpongeBob SquarePants! - Ready?

all: SpongeBob SquarePants!

SpongeBob SquarePants!

SpongeBob SquarePants!

- SpongeBob

SquarePants!

[laughing]

*

[waves crashing]

[cool jazz music]

*

- * La-la la-la-la la-la-la la-la-la la-la-la *

Hmm, maybe I could use a little music

to make my work even more fun.

[groans]

Aha! There you are!

Hi!

[rock music playing]

[panting]

- * Yeah, Kung Fu Rock Kung Fu Rock *

* Kick off your socks, get a clap on the chops *

* Swing one, swing two, smack down, pop! *

* That's how you do the Kung Fu Rock *

- Hey, boss, it says, "Closed.

Feel free to slide money under the door."

- Thank you, Professor Lonnie. Here's a flash: I can read!

- Aw, man, I really wanted to sink my teeth into something.

- Hey, there's somebody in there.

*

- Look at that kid go.

*

- Ow-wah!

- * Kung Fu Rock

- What power!

- [fighting yells] - What force!

- What's for dinner?

- Clam it, Donnie.

This kid is bad to the bone.

We gotta get him to join our crew.

- * Ah, hi-yah!

- I just mopped the floor with you.

[laughs]

[sneezes]

Well, good night, Krusty Krab!

[humming]

- Hey, there, killer. My name is Sharkface.

Don't let the teeth intimidate you.

- Hello, Sharkface.

My name is SpongeBob SquarePants.

- Well, hey, there, SpongePants.

You ain't as square as you look. You are one poppin' Porifera.

- I am? Oh, thank you, Mr. Sharkface.

Who are your friends?

- Oh, let me introduce you to my fellas here.

Here's my main man, Lonnie.

- Hey, yo.

- Keeping it cooler than a sea cucumber is Ronnie.

- Hey, hey, yo.

- And that decked out righteous brother

is the one, the only Donnie.

- Hey, hey, hey, yo.

- Wow!

- And we are...

all: The Sharks.

- Ooh, fancy stitching.

- Well, we've seen you doing your stuff inside there,

and I have to say, you got skills, Sponge-o.

- Yeah, skills.

- We could use a fella like you in our crew.

Ever since we lost Jonnie...

- Jonnie! No! - Jonnie! No!

- Jonnie! No-o-o-o!

all: Jonnie! No!

- Shut it.

Hey, look, we got a hole in our crew,

and we need somebody to fill it.

How would you like to join The Sharks?

- Do I get a jacket?

- Of course you do.

- Yay!

I mean, hey, new friends!

- All right, let's bail on this joint,

cruise the neighborhood.

- [giggling]

[tires screeching]

- [grunting] It's the Sharks!

[all screaming]

- [gasps] Are they okay?

- Aw, don't worry about them Bettys.

It's a waste of time.

- Yeah, but what if they're hurt?

- I told you not to worry, but you keep on worrying.

- Cool your jets, Sponge.

- Yeah, don't you trust us?

- I guess so.

[tires screeching]

- Please, have whatever you want!

Take it all! Take it all!

- That guy seemed really scared of us.

- That guy's loony .

- Hey, Sponge-pants, don't be such a maybe-baby.

- Wah! Who's a baby?

- [shivering]

[tires screeching]

[dramatic jazz chords]

[all snapping fingers]

- Stop right there.

Y'all ain't allowed in here no more.

- Give us a break, old man.

- We practically own the place.

- Not after what you did last time.

You wrecked the joint. This is a shark-free zone now.

- What a bunch of hooey.

- Yeah. What are we gonna do, Sharkface?

- The Sharks can't allow this.

all: Yeah. Yeah.

- Um, you know, maybe we should let it slide.

There are plenty of clubs in the sea.

[comical light chords]

[neon buzzes]

- Slow down. This is our spot, Sponge.

[popping sound] Huh?

The Pods.

- The whats?

[popping suckers]

[all popping suckers]

- It's our rivals...

Sharks: The Pods.

all: Pods.

all: Sharks.

Pods: Pods. Sharks: Sharks.

Pods: Pods. Sharks: Sharks.

- [whimpering] - Pods!

- Sharks!

[siren wailing]

- The cops! Phew!

- Hold it there, laddies.

Break this nonsense up right now.

- Now, you Pods clear out of here.

- Hey, we'll see you at the showdown, Sharks.

[all popping suckers]

Unless you're a bunch of jellies.

[laughs]

- We're gonna be there, and we're no jellies!

- Not so fast there, boy-o.

There won't be a showdown.

You lads know that's our turf.

- Stay off our beat. This is your final warnin'.

- Cops, always breathing down our gills.

- Well, I'm glad that's all cleared up.

- You're right, Sponge.

We got a showdown to get ready for.

- Oh, uh, didn't you hear?

The nice officer said there won't be a showdown.

- Forget the cops.

It's the Pods we need to take down,

and we can do that, because we got you on our side.

- Uh, me? You know I'm not really the showdown type.

- I thought you was one of us.

- Yeah, a Shark.

- I was caught up in the moment. I just love making new friends.

- Do not shrimp out on us, Sponge-o.

The showdown is at the playground, tonight,

so we're gonna see you there, right?

- Um--[gulps] Oh, okay.

See you guys there. Bye.

- Don't disappoint us, Sponge.

[tires screeching]

- Showdown? I can't fight in a showdown.

I'll have to go into the Witness Protection Program.

I'll have to quit working at the Krusty Krab.

I'll never flip a succulent Krabby Patty ever again.

Oh, what have I done?

Hmm? What's this?

"Ayo, Sponge-o. We were in your neck of the woods

"and decided to pick up your beloved pet, Gary.

"If you want to see him, you better high-tail

"your porous caboose over to the showdown.

Sincerely, Sharkface and the other Sharks."

Gary! No-o-o!

I have to save Gary. I have to go to the showdown!

I have to get ready to fight.

[rock and roll music]

*

Hiyah!

I'm ready.

[tires screeching]

[all popping suckers]

[all growl]

[all snapping fingers]

- I'm ready. I'm ready. I'm ready.

I'm ready. I'm ready!

Back up, Pods. Don't make me hurt you.

all: Huh?

- SpongeBob, what are you doing here?

- Squidward? Oh, no.

I accidentally joined this bad boy gang

and I'm supposed to fight in this showdown

'cause I gotta save Gary,

and I don't want go into the Witness Protection Program,

but I can't fight you, 'cause you're my friend.

- What are you talking about, jellyfish for brains?

We are a troupe.

- A troupe? What do you mean?

- A dance troupe, you numbskull.

This is a dance showdown. No one is going to fight.

- But what about those girls that screamed and fainted?

- Oh, that? That's just our fans.

They scream and faint all the time.

- We love you! [all cheering]

- What about the fruit vendor?

He just gave you his fruit and ran away.

- That guy's a health nut.

He's always worried that we don't eat enough fruits.

- It keeps you regular.

- But what about the club?

The bouncer said you destroyed the place.

- That was a total accident.

That's how we lost... Jonnie.

Jonnie thought he could do a quadruple pirouette.

He lost control, he fell down.

He scratched up the floor pretty bad.

- [groans]

- He won't be able to dance for days.

Maybe even a week!

both: Jonnie, no!

- Oh, brother.

- But you Sharks kidnapped Gary.

- We would never do such a thing.

- Yeah, we were just giving him a ride.

Gary's our DJ.

- Meow.

- Yay! I'm not a criminal by association.

- Will you stop yakking, already?

- You're right, Squidward. Gary, lay down some tunes.

- Meow.

[record scratching]

[all snapping fingers]

[cool jazz music playing]

*

[quirky electronic music playing]

*

[siren wailing]

- Oh, no! It's the coppers!

- We told you to stay off our turf, lads.

- I'm so sorry, Officer. We were just dancing.

- You call that dancing?

Move aside, boy-os. This here is our beat.

[drumming]

[moody island music playing]

- * Hula, hula

*

[tires screeching]

- Oh, no, it's Internal Affairs!

- We're shutting you dirty dancing cops down.

- It's time to pop it... and lock it.

[record scratching]

[hip-hop music playing]

- * Ah, hey!

- * Party's in the house party's in the house *

- * Give it up - * Hey!

It's all over--nobody can beat Internal Affairs.

- Ooh! Leave it to the Sponge.

Ay, yo.

[rock and roll music]

- * Yeah, Kung Fu Rock Kung Fu Rock *

* Kick off your socks, get a clap on the chops *

* Swing one, swing two, smack down, pop! *

* That's how you do the Kung Fu Rock *

* Hi-yah!

*

[all snapping fingers]

- And the winner is...

SpongeBob SquarePants and The Sharks!

[all cheering] - For Jonnie!

- [panting] We saved the rec center!

- What rec center?

- Now everybody's a winner.

[all cheering]

- I didn't win anything.