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]

[eerie electronic music]

♪ ♪

- Thank you for attending today's time capsule ceremony.

It's important that future generations know what

made Bikini Bottom special, its citizens and their

random personal belongings.

[cheering]

And now, please welcome Miss Sandy Cheeks.

- Thank you, Miss Mayor.

I designed this metallic vessel to perfectly

preserve anything inside for a very specific amount of time.

- How much time, Sandy?

- Oh, I don't know, like, 2,000-ish years.

- Let the ceremony begin.

[cheering]

- Mwah!

- I just want to leave a happy message for the good people

of tomorrow.

[chortling]

- Ooh, what a fancy trash can.

[loud clarinet music]

- Hey, what are you doing with my clarinet?

- Making it the future's problem.

- Out of my way, Mr. Squidward.

Customers of the future will pay top dollar for a vintage

original Krabby Patty.

Can I charge for this now or do I have to wait?

- And that concludes this momentous occasion.

Thank you all so much for--

- Not so fast!

[crowd gasps]

- [cackling]

[crowd gasps]

- You fools!

With this patty in my grasp, I can

finally take over the world!

[cackles]

- Yeah, maybe later.

- 2,000 years.

- Huh?

- Much later. [laughs]

- Hey, let me out of here!

I have to destroy you all.

- [chortling]

- Huh?

No!

Oh, Neptune, no!

[screams]

- As I was saying, thanks for coming, everybody.

Free pizza at city hall!

[cheering]

- Free! Free!

- Oh! Pizza, pizza!

Oh!

- What have you gotten yourself into

this time, Sheldon?

- Karen, get me a can opener or something, quick.

- Well, guess we have to wait until it opens up.

I'll see you later.

[timer ticking]

[beep]

- [chortling]

- At last, after surviving on this patty one

molecule at a time, I've finally

cracked the secret formula.

Now my reign of terror can be--

wait a minute.

[futuristic beeping]

This dump looks less dumpy.

The future must be pretty great if everything's

made of chrome, and slidey.

Hyup.

Whoo-hoo!

Hey-ee.

Mm, pretty. Ooh.

What?

The Chrome Bucket?

Whoa.

Where's the door?

I can't take over the world if I can't even get into my lab.

Karen, let me in!

- Sheldon, welcome home.

- Karen, is that you?

I see you've had some work done.

- Uh-huh.

And that's not the only work I've been doing.

- Ooh.

Have you completed some kind of deadly destructive robot?

- Negative.

I have been working on my art pieces.

I'm quite successful, in fact.

- Oh, honey, this would match the couch in the living room.

- We'll take it.

- Who cares about art?

Time to help me take over the world.

Now, what happened to the front door?

Ah, never mind.

- You don't understand, Plankton.

The whole world is different now.

- Wait, what do you mean?

- Let me show you. - Whoa!

- See?

This is Squidward's old house.

- Huh? Museum of Squidward?

Who would ever go to a museum dedicated to that loser?

- Lots of people.

Squidward's old clarinet recordings are considered

classical music now.

- Wow.

They weren't considered music at all before.

- Sadly, no one started listening

to them until the day after he was gone.

- Typical.

- This is what Patrick's rock looks like now.

- Ugh.

That moron was always an idiot.

And his stupid soda cup left me sticky for 2,000 years.

If he were here right now, I'd sock

him right in his slack jaw.

Eh--

- And this is the P-1000.

- I'm hungry.

I need a chrome snack.

- Even as a robot he's an idiot.

- Food!

- Whoa!

- Ew!

This doesn't taste like chrome.

I'm going back to bed.

- [groans]

Now, let me guess--

next, you're going to show me what happened to SpongeBob.

- I wasn't, but if you insist.

- Hey, cats.

How's it hanging?

Thanks for stopping by, ya dig?

- Wow, SpongeBob.

I can't believe something here has actually improved,

and that something was you.

- It's not SpongeBob.

It's his holographic doorman.

- [chortling]

- This is the real SpongeBob,

or at least what's left of him.

- [chortling]

- Aww, he likes you.

- [screams].

Make it stop!

I was haunted by the echoes of that laugh

for 2,000 years.

[screams]

[panting]

[whimsical music]

♪ ♪

Huh?

♪ ♪

OK, I get it.

The future is awful.

But I know the secret formula now.

We can take over this horrible timeline.

- Um, about that.

I think there's something else you should see.

- The Kromey Krab?

"Permanently closed due to rust."

This is great news.

- Ah, not exactly.

It doesn't matter if the Krusty Krab is open or not.

In the future, everyone knows the secret formula.

- They what?

No!

That's it!

I've had it with the future!

I just want to go back to all the people I hate.

- Oh, why didn't you say so?

I know someone who might be able to help.

- The screwy squirrel? Really?

- The squirrel didn't get trapped in a tube

for 2,000 years, did she?

- Touché, I guess.

This is weird.

Sandy's place looks exactly the same.

- Indeed, but be warned.

Sandy may not be exactly how you remember her.

- Uh--

- Who dares to knock upon my dome?

[ominous music]

- Hello?

Sandy?

Are you in there? - [grunts]

Hi!

- [screams]

- Sandy Cheeks at your service, Mr. Plankton.

- What the-- how did you get younger?

- Oh, I've just been jumping through the ages

since summer ended at Kamp Koral.

- Oh, just exploring space and time, huh?

How wonderful.

Please take me back to the present, please!

I hate the future.

I hate it!

- [giggles].

No need to beg, Mr. Plankton.

I've been expecting you.

The time hopper's all gassed up.

- Well, where is it?

- You're standing in it, partner.

This here tree dome is my reverse time capsule.

- Then what are we waiting for?

Away we go!

[both vocalizing]

- So long, Karen!

See you 2,000 years ago.

- You can come out now, Plankton 2.0.

- I thought he'd never leave.

Now lay some chrome on me, baby.

- [purrs]

[giggles]

[loud bang]

- [gasps]

Mwah, mwah, mwah!

I never thought I'd say this, but I

missed this horrible place.

Oh, and thank you for your help or whatever.

Be gone now.

- Ain't you forgetting something?

- All right, all right.

Can you break a single?

- [giggles]

I don't need a tip, but I will need you

to forget that secret formula.

Hold still while I activate my memory-erasing device.

- Your what?

- See you back at camp, Mr. Plankton.

[soft music]

- Oh.

What happened?

How did I get here?

[groans]

Huh?

Aha!

- Customers of the future will pay top dollar

for a vintage original Krabby Patty.

- A Krabby Patty! Ho-ho-ho!

Now's my chance.

Not so fast!

[crowd gasps]

- [cackling]

You fools!

Huh?

Is anyone else having déjà vu?

- See you in 2,000-ish years, Plankton.

[laughs]

- 2,000 years.

- Huh?

Uh-oh.

[upbeat country music]

♪ ♪

- [humming]

Oh, Gary!

Breakfast is served.

- [braying]

- Gary?

Ooh, you sure sound different this morning.

- [braying] - Ah!

- [braying]

Oh, it's Narlene's sea mule.

Hey there, buddy.

Did you come to see me?

- [braying]

- Huh.

"Play me."

- [speaking Nobbese] Patrick, Sandy, you--

[speaking Nobbese]

- Meow?

- Oh, I speak Nobbese.

I'll translate for you.

[clears throat]

Narlene and Nobby invite you, Patrick, Sandy, and definitely

not Squidward to our family's Annual Bumble Jelly

Harvest in Bikini Holler.

This recording will self-destruct in three,

two, one, ze--

Be a good boy, Gary!

I'll be back later!

- Meow.

Meow.

[rock music playing]

♪ ♪

[upbeat country music]

- ♪ Oh, we're on our way to Bikini Holler ♪

- [yodels]

-♪ The road behind us is getting smaller ♪

- [yodels] - ♪ The grass is green ♪

♪ And the trees are taller ♪

- [yodels]

♪ And I'll stop yodeling for just a dollar ♪

- Whoa!

- Why in tarnation are we stopping?

Come on, mule.

Get moving.

- Look out below!

- Narlene!

Nobby!

- In the flesh.

- [speaking Nobbese] flesh.

- Howdy, Narlene and Nobby.

Seems your mule just plum stopped moving.

- Why don't I open her up and check the engine?

- Why do you even have a head, huh?

- Uh, it keeps the rain out of my neck hole.

- [sniffs]

♪ ♪

- [speaking Nobbese] Get in!

- What gives?

- The mule refuses to walk through these parts

'cause this here road goes right through--

- Plankton Territory?

- That's right, Planktons.

[spits]

- "Narwhals keep out"?

Ah!

- Go home, Narwhals!

- This here is Plankton land!

- We don't want your fancy ivory tusks around here!

- [grunts]

Let's skedaddle!

- Why are they doing this?

- Planktons and the Narwhals have

been feuding for generations.

They claim the bumble jelly fields are theirs

while we know they're ours.

- Why don't you share the fields?

- Well, where's the fun in that?

[grunting]

♪ ♪

Oh.

Here we be, bumble jelly fields.

[bumble jellies buzzing]

- Whoa. [laughter]

- My brothers there peck the trees where the bumble jellies

store their jelly.

My sisters over there like to squeeze it

fresh right out of the hive.

The old folks prefer to serenade

the jelly out of the bumbles.

- [grunting]

- SpongeBob, Sandy, meet our ma and pa.

- Howdy.

- Say, man, is that pink city slicker with you?

♪ ♪

He sure is brave.

- Brave? - Yup.

The only reason the bumble jellies

let us collect their jelly is because we

allow 'em to sting us.

[laughs]

- You let them sting you?

- Darn tootin'!

- [screams]

- Whoo-hoo!

I consent.

- It's worth it.

- Help!

- There, there, son.

You gotta hold still to complete the, uh,

social contract.

Well, now that wasn't so bad now, was it?

- No, sir.

[screams]

[laughter]

- Bumble jelly, bumble jelly, bumble jelly.

- I declare that this here is a bountiful bumper crop

of beautiful bumble jelly.

[horn blows]

[cheering]

- Harvest time is over.

Let the bumble jelly festival commence!

- [speaking Nobbese] Festival!

♪ ♪

[bell rings]

[trumpet plays]

♪ ♪

[banjo playing]

♪ ♪

- [belches]

♪ ♪

[laughter]

- Jelly flop!

- Mm-hmm.

Good contour.

Strong structure.

A very bold mold.

Hey, why is your cousin in the long trench coat

tipping over that jelly barrel?

- [grunting]

- Wait a sec.

That ain't no cousin.

[all cackling]

It's Planktons!

- Planktons!

- Let 'em have it!

[all shouting]

♪ ♪

- We've got ourselves a feud!

Oh!

Lordy Neptune!

I've been spud smacked!

[all shouting]

♪ ♪

- Fire in the hole.

[triumphant organ music]

- Yeehaw!

Whoo-hoo-hoo!

Yeah!

- [laughing]

- What do we do know?

- Them Planktons can throw all the potatoes

in the ocean at us.

We've got us something special that'll

give us a decisive victory.

- [speaking Nobbese] Secret weapon.

- We need more taters.

- Oh, no!

Everyone take cover!

It's shoes!

[planktons screaming]

- Well, this stinks.

- [screaming]

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪

- [yells]

- Oh, no.

I'm out of shoes.

We plum tossed 'em all.

[rhythmic footsteps]

- What's that sound?

- I don't rightly know.

Sounds like shoes.

♪ ♪

- We'd like a truce.

Ain't no reason Narwhals and Plankton

can't share the fields.

Besides, we ran out of ammo thanks

to your tater-eating city slicker.

- [groans]

- Nice work, Patrick.

- It was an honor to serve.

- A truce, eh?

Well, seeing as how we're all out of shoes.

- You want 'em back?

- Oh, heck.

You can keep 'em.

Besides, we ain't found much use for 'em.

- What happens now?

- The annual post-feud party.

- Annual?

You mean you do this every year?

- Sure do.

It's fun.

Why, didn't y'all have fun?

- We did not have fun.

We had...

both: The best day ever!

[cheering]

[upbeat country music]

- Whoo-hoo!

[vocalizing] ♪ Bumble jelly ♪

♪ Bumble jelly ♪

♪ Bumble jelly ♪

♪ Bumble jelly ♪

♪ Bumble jelly ♪

♪ Bumble jelly ♪

♪ Bumble jelly ♪

- [vocalizing] ♪ Bumble jelly ♪

♪ Bumble jelly ♪

- [vocalizing]

Bumble jelly!

[upbeat music]

♪ ♪