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]

[upbeat ukulele music]

*

- Did you get stuck in the pet door again?

- I ain't gonna lie to you, Meredith.

I am not a happy camper!

- [laughs]

- We'll be right back with "The Giant Isopod

Stuck in the Pet Door" show after these messages.

- Homes! Homes! Homes! Homes! Homes!

I'm Nick Fishkins and I want to buy your home!

- What? - You heard me.

I want to buy your home.

- But my home's not for sale. - It doesn't matter to me.

Any condition, any size. I'll buy your home.

Sold! - Sold?

Where am I gonna live now?

- [blowing]

What's happening, Patrick?

You going on a hike? - It's a forever hike.

- A forever hike?

- Yeah. All because of Nick Fishkins.

- Who's Nick Fishkins?

- He shows up on television and buys your home

and there's nothing you can do about it.

Now I am doomed to walk the seas without a home.

- Aw, don't worry, Patrick. You can move in with me.

We'll be roommates. - Wow!

[both eating noisily]

- I'm Nick Fishkins and I want to buy your home!

Sold! [both screaming]

- Pfffft! - Pfffft!

- Well, we might as well spend the night here.

It's not so bad.

We could make a home out of all this trash.

- Don't forget to make a garage for our new boat.

[laughs]

[rooster crows]

- [yawns]

Hmm?

Huh, how strange.

Usually I wake up each morning with a dark feeling of dread

gnawing at my stomach,

but today I feel positively...happy.

*

* Smilin' rainbows, smilin' sun *

* Smilin' rocks and vegetation *

* Look Ma, I'm dancing, and hear my song *

* The world is lovely when nothing is wrong *

* Everything's smiling, yes, even me! *

* Is this what they call feeling happy? *

- Ooh! Eh?

- Still doesn't hurt. - Morning, Squidward.

- Good morning, SpongeBob.

Ack! Oh...that's why I felt great this morning.

There was no SpongeBob.

- Hi, Squidward!

[mellow banjo music]

- Oh, what did you numbskulls do with the trash?

- Built a house.

- What the-- Why?

- 'Cause Nick Fishkins bought my home

and then he bought SpongeBob's home.

- So now we live here.

- Oh, why didn't you just use the money

that Nick Fishkins gave you

to rent a room or buy a new home?

- Well, he hasn't paid us yet.

- Yeah, he said it right on the TV: "I want to buy your home."

But we haven't seen any money.

- Oh. Let me get this straight.

You saw a TV commercial of Nick Fishkins

saying he would buy your home

and without meeting him or signing anything

you believe your homes have been sold?

Now doesn't that seem weird, even to you?

- Really weird.

- Oh, listen, you dumb--

[harp chords]

Ahh...

Hmm.

Uh, you know, looks like you guys got Fishkined,

and, well, there's nothing you can do about that.

[chuckles]

[crows like a rooster]

- [yawning]

[humming]

[slurps] Ahh!

- [humming]

- [sniffs] - Ready for work, Mr. Krabs.

- Wait a minute! What's the matter with you, boy?

You look like you slept in a pile of trash.

- A pile of trash house.

Patrick and I built one out back with all your garbage.

- With my garbage? On my land?

I'll be charging you a reasonable rental fee.

- How much? - Hmm.

Your paycheck ought to cover it.

- Gee, I didn't know being homeless was so expensive.

[nautical music]

- Ah, work is done.

Now I can go home to a SpongeBob-free zone

and rearrange my doily collection.

- I miss the old neighborhood.

I think I'm gonna visit my old house tonight.

- Ah, no! No, you don't want to do that.

- Why? - Well,

a family has moved in there

with a lot of kids and they don't like to be disturbed.

- How many is a lot? - Oh, like, pffft...12 kids.

- But if I just ask politely to visit, do you think they'd--

- And they don't speak English.

The Fishtrapps only speak... German.

- [whimpers]

- Maybe I could move in with whoever's in my house.

- No, no, no! A band lives there now.

- A rock band? - Um...yes?

- 'Cause my house is a rock?

- Yes, a big rock band with like eight people

and all sorts of musical equipment

so there's only room for musicians, ha.

- Hey, I could learn German.

- And I could learn what "learn" is.

[dreamy music]

- Mmm, nice.

Ah! It's like a beautiful dream.

So peaceful. No more aggravation.

[hollow knocking] Gah!

What is that porous terror up to now?

Oh no! He's expecting a big family that speaks German!

[panicked babbling]

Uh, German...hello?

- Ach! Guten morgen. Mein name ist SpongeBob.

- Say what? - Guten morgen.

Mein name ist SpongeBob.

Ich bin gekommen, um meine alte Heimat besuchen.

- [German accent] Please would you speaken-zee English?

I need za practice.

- Oh, ja! I mean, sure!

Good morning. My name is SpongeBob.

What is your name? - Um...Gerhard.

- Well, hello. Gerhard. I used to live here.

Just stopped by to visit my old home.

- Ach, meine Neptune. Uh, now is nein

such a good time mit the wife and such.

- Wife? Where is she? - Uhh...Hey, SpongeBob.

- Gack! She's...shy.

Well, I must be going.

Mine wifen calling me for zupper.

She is a fine Gutenchef of Fudenschlop.

- Would you mind if I stayed for zupper?

Whatcha having? - Um...

Kerglooginpfiefer mit schlusinberry klabber sauz.

- Kerglooginpfiefer? That's my favorite!

What's your wife's name?

- I don't know! Hedvig!

- Whoo!

- Dunt moven! Not a schtepp!

Nein! Nein! No moven sie! Sitz!

[panting]

[clattering]

[panting]

Hey, man, like, what's happening?

- I missed my house and I was hoping I could move back in.

- Oh, sorry, dude, no room. This place is, like,

filled with band members and musical instruments.

- What do you play? - Oh...the electric clarinet.

- There's no such thing! - Sure, there is.

- Prove it.

- I'll be right back.

[panting]

[door slams] [click]

- Oh, Gerhard? Are you coming back?

- Gah!

- Hello! You must be Hedvig.

- Hedvig? Oh! Oh, ja.

That's me, Hedvig.

- I have heard so much about

your Kerglooginpfiefer mit schlusinberry klabber sauz.

Can't wait to try it.

- One-- [clears throat]

[high voice] One second!

- Ah! - Tonight's zupper is to go.

So, please to go.

- Well, aren't your 12 little German children

gonna sing for me while I eat?

- I don't have children!

I mean, I mean, ja, ja. Outzide, please.

- I love outdoor concerts.

[playing electric clarinet] - Ahh!

- Uh, groovy enough for you, man?

- That was great! You should give lessons

to my ex-neighbor, Squidward.

He stinks!

- [growls]

[panting]

- What's going on?

- Shh! The Fishtrapp children are gonna sing!

- * We are der little kiddiewinks *

* Der kiddiewinks der kiddiewinks *

* We are der little kiddiewinks *

* We love to sing all day

- [chomp] I think the littlest kiddiewink

is off-key.

- They need a band.

I'll go talk to the guys that live at my old place

and see if they can come over to play along.

- Yeah!

- [growls]

That's it! I'm done.

- Squidward? What are you doing in the Fishtrapps' house?

- You idiots.

It's not the Fishtrapps' house!

It's your house!

And that is still Patrick's house!

You just saw a commercial! That's all!

- So...is Nick Fishkins gonna live in my house?

- Grr! He doesn't live in the houses he buys.

- Well, if he doesn't live in them, what does he do with them?

- He flips the houses, you dimwits!

He buys houses, then resells them for a profit.

He flips houses for a living!

- He flips houses for a living?

- Yes! And I'm calling Nick Fishkins right now

to come over and flip my house so I can move away!

[angry grumbling]

- Poor Squidward.

We should do something really nice for him.

- Ooh! I know.

- All right, Patrick, on the count of three.

One, two, three!

- Aah! Aah!

[screams]

- Say, is this home of Squidward Tentacles?

The one that was for sale? - Sure is.

- Yech. This place is a wreck.

I'm Nick Fishkins and I do not want to buy this home.

Not sold.

[tires screeching]

- What happened? - We flipped your house for ya.

- Who's that driving away?

- That was Nick Fishkins.

- And what did he say?

- He said "Yeesh!

"Who'd want to live in that thing?

Not sold."

- I--I can't believe you did that!

[groaning]

*

both: You're welcome!

[rock crackling, rattling]

- Gah!

Ach du lieber.