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]

[cheery music]

♪ ♪

- [strained grunting]

Errgh. Phew...

Karen, can you give me a hand with my new doodadatron?

- Sorry, Sheldon, I'm off to visit my motherboard.

- [gasps] Wait!

How am I supposed to get anything done without you?

- Don't worry.

I put up help wanted flyers for an intern.

See?

- [grunts]

Ugh.

Ooh! "Intern wanted.

Apply today at Chum Bucket Labs"?!

[groans] I'm a mad scientist!

If getting help was that easy,

I wouldn't have built a computer wife!

- Is this where I apply for the intern job?

- [surprised grunts]

Meh.

[clears throat]

Hello and welcome to Chum Bucket Labs!

As an intern, you will gain

valuable work experience at a sub-minimum wage.

- [all grumbling] - Oh, of course.

- Well, that narrowed it down.

- I wanna do the science!

[giggling]

- Ah, boy.

Okay, let's see how you handle scientific equipment.

This is my duplimaker.

It's very, very simple.

- Oh, like me!

- Just put this coin in the chamber--

- Gotcha! - [screams]

No! Just the coin, you idiot!

[gasps]

[chaotic music] [electronic bubbling]

♪ ♪

[duplimaker beeping]

[screams]

- [screaming] - [panting]

Ooh!

all: Do we get the job?

- I'll tell you what you get.

You get out! [buzzer blares]

[Patricks grunting]

- Hi, I'm Patrick. - No, I'm Patrick.

- Who's Patrick?

- [sighs] Great.

Not a single applicant left.

- Hello? I'm still here.

- Whale!

No, not you! [steps thudding]

Whales eat plankton.

- I don't eat plankton. That's baby food.

I'm just here for the job.

- Really?

You're not gonna eat me?

- Ew, no.

I just need money,

but my dad's such a skinflint with my allowance.

- All right, you're hired. Whatever.

- [giggles]

- As the Junior Intern of Chum Bucket Labs,

you're responsible for extremely-important tasks.

- Oh wow! [giggles] Like what?

Ugh.

- You make an excellent ladder, Junior Intern.

Yes! My evil robot is complete!

[grunts]

[mischievous music]

Ow! [robot whirs]

Nothing can stop me now!

[grunts]

[dramatic music]

- Except that tiny doorway.

- No one asked you, Junior Intern.

By the way,

I forgot to give you your very own lab instrument.

- Ooh! What's it do?

[yelps]

- Why don't you push it around and find out?

Observe, my lowly intern, and tremble

at the power of my mighty, uh, laser thingy.

It'll blow the door off a safe...

[chuckles]

[soft pew] [laser warps]

[downtrodden music]

Ugh, and everything in it.

Get to work, intern.

- Okay.

- Behold my instant monster maker!

[grunts]

- Wah!

[chaotic music]

- [shrieks]

- Yes!

A creature strong enough to rip open a safe

with its bare hands--

- Tentacles.

- Bare tentacles. Even worse!

[maniacal laugh] [grunts]

[screaming] - [shrieking]

[soft pew]

- Ew, gross!

- Don't bother sweeping it up.

- Thanks, Mr. Plankton.

- Your gonna need a mop.

- [groans]

[moans]

[moans]

- Aww, how was your first day at your summer job, sweetie?

- It's so boring!

My boss doesn't let me do any of the fun stuff.

- Now, now, my little cetacean.

Work ain't supposed to be fun.

- But, Daddy, my boss is-- - Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah.

It don't matter who your boss is.

A good employee follows the boss' orders.

- If you say so, Daddy.

[rooster caws] [mischievous music]

- I'll just power up the ol' rectifier...

[grunts] Install the free-range poultry.

[grunts]

Plus a final adjustment.

[steps thudding] [grunting]

- Morning, Boss!

- Watch it!

This instrument is very delicate.

- Can I help with the cool science stuff today,

Mr. Plankton?Please?

- Can you materialize me a Krabby Patty,

Junior Intern?

- No. - Didn't think so.

- But I can give you the recipe.

- Hummuna--wha?

You can get me Krabs'

secret formula?

- Well, he is my dad.

- [blabbers] Eugene Krabs is your father?

- Duh. Everyone knows that.

- [stammering]

Are you free to attend a corporate espionage

conference tonight, "Senior Intern"?

- Oh, yes! [giggles]

- [babbles]

[bright music]

- [humming]

- [smooches] Thanks for the advice, Daddy.

I've already got a promotion,

and I'm working an extra shift tonight.

Love you!

- Remember, the boss always knows best.

[sneaky music]

- Overlord to Flunky. Come in, Flunky.

- Flunky here. I read you, Overlord.

Over.

- Give me a boost up to the window.

Over. - You got it boss.

Over. [strained grunts]

- [screams] - Oops!

[metal clunking]

[grunts] Eh.

Ooh. [clears throat]

- I forgot I had a spare key.

- [groans] Come on.

[both gasp]

Somebody's coming! Hide.

[both breathe heavily]

That perforated pea-brain should be home in bed.

Let's get out of here.

- Wait.

I think SpongeBob's sleep cooking.

- [snoring]

- SpongeBoob is even more oblivious than usual.

[cackles]Look!

He has no idea what's going on!

[chuckles]

[grunts] Hey, hey, hey!

[cackling]

- Shh! You're gonna wake him up!

[laughing]

Huh?

Oww! [muffled whimpers]

Over. [whimpers]

[moaning]

Mayonnaise? Eww!

Agh!

- [snores] Order up!

- [grunts]

- [snoring]

- Huh. Why didn't I think of that?

- [grunting]

♪ ♪

- [yawns]

Where am I?

[both giggling] [gasps]

[both giggling]

Ooh!

Plankton!

[panting]

[slurping]

[phone rings]

- [yawns] Money? I mean, hello?

- Mr. Krabs! Mr. Krabs!

- I'm not singing you anymore lullabies, SpongeBob.

- No, I'm at the Krusty Krab!

Plankton and a giant goon

are trying to steal the secret formula!

- Me formuler? I'll be right there, boy-o!

- Ooh.

What's your plan to open the safe?

Power drill? Explosives?

The Large Haddock Collider?

- Naw, I'll just use the combination.

- Diabolical!

[lock whirs]

- [grunts]

- I can almost taste that Krabby Patty now!

[laughs] The formula is mine!

Nom nom!

- You'll have to get past me first, Plankton.

- Krabs!

- And you'll have to get past me too!

[grunts] Ow.

- Tell your giant goon to hand over me formuler, Plankton!

- Daddy! I'm a flunky, not a goon!

- Stay out of this, Pearl. Pearl?

What are you doing with me bitter enemy?

- Working for Plankton is my summer job.

I was just doing what you said, remember?

A good employee follows their boss' orders.

- Yeah, but--but-- but not when your boss is--

[groans] Oh, me and my big mouth.

Honey, you don't have to work for this loser.

Give Papa the formuler and you can come work for me.

- You're too late, Krabs.

Your daughter works for me now.

- I'll give you the formula back, Daddy, on one condition.

Triple my allowance

so I don't have to work for anyone this summer.

- Tri--tri--tri--triple?

- [strained grunts]

- [groans] All right.

- Sorry, Mr. Plankton, but I quit.

Ah.

- Sweet Neptune, she isgonna eat me!

[screams]

You can forget that letter of recommendation.

[screams, grunts]

- Sheldon, I'm back from Ma's.

So, how did your day go?

all: Hi, I'm Patrick!

- Don't ask. [whimpers]