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[light accordion music]

*

[bubbling]

[children laughing]

- I cannot believe I let you talk me into this.

- Oh, come now, Mr. Squidward.

Catering is a great way for you

to make a little extra money.

And me to make a lot!

- [screaming]

- Any ideas?

- [grunts]

How's that?

- Perfect, now get out there

and feed the rest of those kids.

[children screaming]

- They all seem so...

full of germs!

- Why, of course they're full of germs.

They're kids.

Why do you think I'm wearing this full-body latex covering?

[laughs]

- Okay, I'm going in.

[inhales]

Krabby Patty? Krabby Patty?

[groans]

- Ooh, ooh, oh,

ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh.

- You're contaminating the food.

Just pick one.

- [sneezes]

[laughs]

- [screams]

I've been infected!

[children munching]

- [vomits]

[children screaming]

- Hey, kids, I'm a--

[children screaming]

- [screams]

[all screaming]

- No, no, no!

- Hey, I'm not paying you

to play hide-and-seek.

These children want to be entertained.

Get down here.

- [screams]

- I want a balloon animal.

- Uh, um.

[grunting]

- What is it? - A rock.

- Whoa! [screaming]

- Okay, birthday boy.

Take a swing at that piñata, son.

- [grunting]

- Oof.

[laughs]

Don't hit nice old Mr. Krabs.

It's the piñata you want, son.

- [grunts]

[coins clinking]

- Me money!

Do I look like a piñata to you, boy?

- Yes, get him!

- [chuckling]

- [screams]

[children cheering]

*

- [screams]

- [laughs]

Higher! Go higher!

[heavy metal music]

Uh, don't forget to take your shoes off before bouncing.

- [giggles]

[explosion] - Ow!

- [exclaims]

We have to get out of here.

These children are menaces.

- They tore off my head.

- [exclaims]

Maybe we should make a break for it, Mr. Krabs.

- I want my birthday cake.

- [screams]

- Cake, cake!

[screams]

- Come on, men, let's cheese it!

[screaming]

[all grunting]

- Oh, my, are you the high-class caterers

I hired for an extraordinarily large sum of money?

- Yes! - No!

- Yes.

- No!

- Yes.

- I do not have time for this tomfoolery.

I have a mansion full of very high-class guests

waiting for very high-class catering.

Are you they or are you nay?

- Indubitably, madam. We are your high-class caterers.

- But where are your tuxedos?

- Tuxedos? Oh, just give us a moment

to suit up, me good lady.

- Now, where are we going to get tuxedos from?

- You. - Hey, what are you--

- [grunting]

Ew.

- Ready to serve you, Miss Money Bags--

er, I--I mean, ma'am.

- Very nice. Here is your payment.

- [gasps]

[exclaiming]

- Mr. Krabs, you can't take that check.

We're not high-class caterers.

- We are anything we need to be

for me to make this money.

Unless you wanna go back to the kids' party.

[all screaming]

all: No!

- That's what I thought.

Then start setting up inside.

- [groans]

[bubbling]

- This place is so shiny.

- Yeah, and so are the people.

- Oh, there's no way these people are gonna think

our junk food is high class.

- Hmm, you might be right.

SpongeBob, go find something to fancy-up the food.

- Fancy. Got it, Mr. Krabs.

- Good, now I'll just get the lay of the land around here.

- I want my birthday cake!

- Great Neptune's ghost!

- I want my cake! I want my cake!

- Hey, kid, easy, easy. Just calm down, will ya?

I got your cake. - You did?

- Yeah, yeah.

Your birthday cake

is right through here.

- Where? I don't see any--

- [laughs]

Won't be seeing him again any time soon.

[screams]

- I. Want. My.

Birthday. Cake!

- [sighs]

- I want my birthday cake!

- [screams]

[panting]

- What do you think of this, Mr. Krabs?

I call it "Krabby Pâté."

Classy, huh?

Serve it while it's hot, Patrick.

- SpongeBob, were those jewels on the patties?

- Yeah. You said "Fancy-up the food,"

so I found some shiny stuff for garnish.

Got a whole box. - What the--

[gasps] SpongeBob, you can't

just go around taking people's precious jewels!

- Well, I'm sorry, Mr. Krabs.

I was just doing what you told me.

- [groans]

Don't worry about it. Just tell me

where you got them gems from.

- Oh, upstairs.

I went left, then right, then double and triple right,

then down, up, and right 18 more times.

Then do four somersaults, a barrel roll,

jump backwards twice, spin till you get sick...

[gags] And you're there.

- Okay. - Fancy foods!

Get your fancy foods here!

[chewing]

Delicious.

- I love delicious stuff. My turn!

[gobbling]

Yummy.

- I'll take a slice of that.

- Mine!

[growls]

- Ouch! - [barking]

[gobbling]

[all gasp]

[plate shatters]

- Who wants food?

I'm a mindless drone with food.

Working for the man. Huh?

[light jazz music]

[shimmering]

- Ooh.

- [clears throat]

- Here you go, princess.

[chuckling]

*

- Whoa!

- Let's do this thing.

[shrill squeaking]

Hey, where you going?

[shrill squeaking]

Oh, down here.

[shrill squeaking]

I never heard of a marching quintet.

[squeak] Uh, wait for me.

Wait, wait, wait, wait for me. Wait, wait--

[clarinet squeaking]

Hey, hey!

[clarinet squeaks]

- All right, what did he say?

18 rights, then four lefts, or five?

Ooh.

- I want my birthday cake!

- [screams] Oh, you--get off.

Enough of this. [grunting]

- If you don't get me my birthday cake, I'll set off...

- [screams] - All these fireworks.

- Give me those.

Young boy like yourself

shouldn't be playing with fireworks.

They're too dangerous.

- Gosh, no one ever cared enough about me to explain that.

It's like you're my real father.

May I hug you?

- Ooh.

- Mr. Krabs?

- [screams] Oh, uh, quick, in here.

- Why, father? Why?

- Mr. Krabs?

- Um, yes, ma'am?

- Mr. Krabs, we seem to be having some problems

with the food service.

- Mine, mine! - [gags]

- Mine, mine!

- Uh, I'll be right down to have a look.

Just need to find something here.

All right, where was I?

Four somersaults and a barrel roll, I think.

[grunting]

- [yelling]

[growls]

[panting]

- Patrick, no.

The food is for the guests.

[both grunting]

*

[clarinet honks]

- What the--? [inhales]

[exhales]

- So then, I was all like--

Oof. Well, I never.

- Food fight!

[all murmuring]

[exclaiming]

- Oh, my.

- Whoa. [belches]

This must be the place.

Hello? Ooh.

Ooh-ee.

That is one big-- water bed?

- Birthday cake! - Dogfish.

- Hi, Daddy! - Don't call me that.

And stop jumping on that water bed.

You'll pop it.

- Okay, Daddy.

- Get over here.

Why, you little-- - Hah, Daddy!

- [growls] - Whoa, whoa, whoa!

- Uh-oh. - Whoa, whoa, whoa!

[splash]

[all yelling]

- Stop it, everyone!

You're ruining my par-- [exclaims]

Oh, no, you did not.

[screaming]

- Barrel roll, four somersaults.

[water splashing]

Look out, flood's a-coming!

- [grunting]

- Nice doing business with you.

- Come back here!

[all screaming]

- Huh?

[screams]

- [panting]

[skidding]

Whoa!

[fuse sizzling]

[groans]

[sniffs]

Oh, no.

[rockets hissing]

all: Ooh.

[screaming]

*

- [cheering]

My cake!

- My check!

- My party!

- [laughing]

- [screams]