Original subtitles

- Are you ready, kids?

kids: Aye, aye, Captain!

- I can't hear you.

kids: Aye, aye, Captain!

- ♪ Ohh... ♪

♪ Who lives in a pineapple under the sea? ♪

kids: SpongeBob SquarePants!

- ♪ Absorbent and yellow and porous is he ♪

kids: SpongeBob SquarePants!

- ♪ If nautical nonsense be something you wish ♪

kids: SpongeBob SquarePants!

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

kids: SpongeBob SquarePants! - Ready?

all: SpongeBob SquarePants!

SpongeBob SquarePants!

SpongeBob SquarePants!

- SpongeBob

SquarePants!

[laughing]

[flute plays]

[waves crashing]

[bright music]

♪ ♪

[quirky music]

- [grunts] Yes!

My new Tootsie Trampler is finally complete!

At last, I will be the stomper, not the stompee.

[laughs maniacally]

[stomping]

Ouch, Karen! Help!

- I think we have company.

Oh, here. Let's exfoliate you.

- [grunts]

[melodic horn honks]

- Who is that?

[bright music]

Holy moly macarooney.

Huh? [grunts]

- Howdy, son!

- Ma? Pa?

- Karen, is that a new monitor?

- Oh, you charmer. [giggles]

- Knock it off, Romeo.

- Huh?

How could you afford this ridiculous monstrosity?

- Your ma and me won the lottery...

- [laughs] - So we moved to the big city.

Just like our too-fancy-for-pants son.

- We got ourselves a butler.

- Your spittoon, madam?

Very good.

- Want a tour of the vehicle?

- Not really. - Come on in!

- Oh, real classy.

- Purty fancy, ain't it?

- That depends on your definition

of pretty and fancy. [screams]

- Our new homestead on wheels has all the creature comforts.

- Like this velvet feeding trough for Elmer.

Now, he can wallow in luxury instead of filth.

- No, Elmer! Put me down! Ow!

- And a side-by-side outhouse for them romantical evenings.

Mwah! [flushes]

- Plus, there's room for the whole Plankton clan.

ALL: Howdy!

[friendly chatter]

- Ugh, hello.

So how long are you visiting for?

Seven, five, maybe three minutes?

- We're here to stay, son.

We're following your lead and starting up

our own restaurant.

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪

- The Spud Bucket!

[upbeat bluegrass music]

- What in the wha?

♪ ♪

- Guess what's on the menu.

- Let me guess, potatoes?

- Oh, you done peeked. We got tater sandwiches.

- Spud cakes.

- Our fresh squeezed tater juice.

[cow moos]

- Ugh. Ah!

- Just for the kids, tater balloons.

[together] Ow!

And the coup de grace, Spud Surprise.

Oh, Cousin Cletus! - Yep!

Did somebody say surprise?

Yahoo! - So much for my new monitor.

- Yeah, that's fine. It's also stupid.

No one's going to eat at a restaurant

that only serves potatoes.

- Oh, boy! - Potatoes!

- Hey, everybody,

this place sells nothing but potatoes!

- Potato? Ooh!

Hey, there's a new potato restaurant across the street!

- I never say no to a starchy tuber.

Bleh. [giggles]

- Oh, boy! [indistinct chatter]

- Run to the potatoes, Sir!

- I'm going to need this for spuds!

- [gasps] Where's everybody going?

- One of everything, please.

- A bunch of potatoes, with extra peel.

- [groans]

Karen? - Yes, dear?

- People are idiots. - Yes, dear.

- Wait, Larry!

Wouldn't you like a nice, protein-packed Krabby Patty?

- Yeah, sorry, bro, but Larry needs to carbo load.

Weirdo. - Oh.

That was me last customer. - Hmm.

Maybe I can work this to my advantage.

- Oh, me restaurant.

[sobs]

- [hums melody]

- Order up.

Order up.

- Aw, business a little slow today, Krabs?

- That Spud Bucket has siphoned off all me customers!

- My family's new restaurant has put you out of business.

You may as well just give me the formula.

You got no use for it now.

- [sighs] You're right.

Boyo, come here.

[face beeping]

- Oh!

- You win, Plankton.

Since no one wants Krabby Patties anymore,

me formula is worthless.

- Yes!

With this worthless formula, I can take over the world!

- Does that make your plan

for world domination worthless, too?

- Wait a minute. [sighs]

Oh, no. Karen, take me home.

- Oh, muffin.

- [giggles] [cackles]

- What's so funny, Mr. Krabs? - Oh, nothing.

I just sent a series of events in motion

that will soon solve all our problems.

- How am I going to shut down that stupid Spud Bucket?

- Why don't you call the health inspector?

He shuts us down every week.

- Karen, you're a genius.

And since I built you, I'm a double genius.

[phone beeps]

- Bikini Bottom Health Department.

- Just look at it.

This joint is completely infested with vermin.

The vermins are even preparing the food.

[all laughing and humming]

- Oh my.

This restaurant doesn't deserve an A.

[cash register chiming]

It deserves a triple A plus!

- What? - Whoo-hoo! Thank you.

That's right neighborly.

- And thank you, sir, for your generous donation

to the Health Inspector Benevolent Fund.

- Always ready to help the less fortunate.

- Eh.

[upbeat country music]

Huh?

So you want customers, eh?

I'll give you a customer.

- Howdy, son.

What you got there?

- I brought you a restaurant warming present, Dad.

Behold, the Insatiable Bulk!

Come on in. It's all you can eat.

- Oh, boy!

I can eat this. I can eat all of this!

[munching] I can eat this!

[giggles]

I can eat--I-- aww.

[chomps]

[giggles]

- Hey! - [screams]

- So long, Spud Bucket.

- Whoo-hoo! Yeehaw!

- Huh?

- Well, I just have to thank you.

This Patrick feller is the Jim dandiest

tater masher I ever did see.

- [grunts]

Ah.

[giggles]

- [groans] Barnacles!

Ow! - [giggles]

Things are going even better than I hoped.

- I love when you get all Machiavellian, Mr. Krabs.

- I got a load of potatoes for the, uh, Spud Bucket.

- Hold on.

I've got a delivery, too.

Fire in the hole!

[explosion]

Huh? Ah.

♪ ♪

- [chomps] Mm.

This tater shrapnel is better than Frenchy fries.

- Mm-hmm!

- Your awful Spud Bucket has ruined

my plans to conquer the world.

Now what am I supposed to do?

- Well, why don't you come work for us?

- The Spud Bucket is a family business,

and you're family, son.

- Well, if I can't sabotage 'em,

annihilate 'em, or squelch 'em, I might as well join 'em.

[humming melody]

Ah, hey!

One Spud du Jour.

♪ ♪

Yep, you know, cooking food that people

really want to eat actually makes me pretty happy.

- Your tater, sir. - Oh, boy!

[chomps]

Bleh!

Eeeh!

Excuse me, what is in this peculiar potato?

- That's a Potato a la Plankton.

With just a pinch of chum for flavor.

- Oh, no. You're the chef?

Everyone, put down your potatoes.

Plankton is in the kitchen!

- [gags] - [gags]

[dramatic music]

[all spit]

[screaming]

- [sighs] - I don't get it.

What happened?

- Guess our tater restaurant is a big fat failure.

- Ah, well. You win some and you lose some.

Cousin Cletus!

Another surprise, please. - [giggles]

[melodic horn honking]

- So long, son!

- We're off to buy a football team.

[honks]

- [cackles]

Turns out me formula's worth something after all.

Who's the loser now, Plankton? Surprise!

- Did somebody say surprise? Yah!

- [together] Surprise.

[both groan]