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]

[surf rock music]

* *

- [howls]

[mysterious music]

* *

[creature squalls]

- [cooing]

- [chuckling maliciously]

- [meows]

- [grumbling excitedly]

[pleasant tropical music]

* *

- [yawns]

Oh, boy, breakfast.

[grunting]

Hey! Bad breakfast!

You go in my tummy!

- [snarls]

- Wow.

You're the first food to ever escape.

I salute you, sir.

- [hisses]

- Oh, it's an envelope!

Not my favorite flavor, but whatever.

- [snarling] - Oh!

It's an opening envelope, not an eating envelope.

- [hisses]

- [straining]

These things should come with instructions!

Maybe SpongeBob can help.

He's good at stuff and things.

[playful music]

* *

SpongeBob!

Can you open this breakfast envelope for me?

- You got a breakfast envelope too?

How mysterious.

Let's open them together!

- [strains]

* *

- This letter's just "snot" gonna open!

[laughs]

Maybe it just needs a little extra elbow grease.

- [laughs] - See?

What'd I tell--agh!

My old Kamp Koral neckerchief?

Neat.

- My old Kamp Koral underwear!

I haven't worn these in years.

- Say, you think anyone else got sent

fun Kamp Koral memories?

Let's ask our old bunkmate, Sandy.

- [whimpering] I think these memories

are cutting off the circulation to my brain.

- Envelope? Oh, yeah, I got one of those.

Opened it up and got hit right in the kisser by my old braces!

- Cool, everyone got a prize.

OK, mystery solved. Goodbye.

- Wait! Didn't you read

the letter in the envelope?

both: The letter?

- "Do you miss the carefree days of your youth?

"Well, pine away no more, because you're invited

"to a killer reunion at Kamp Koral.

"Come relive your childhood and party down.

You'll just die from all the fun."

Signed "X."

Do you know what this means? - Yep.

"This" refers to a specific person or object.

- Uh, yeah, that is right, but it also means,

we're going back to Kamp Koral!

- Yee-haw! High five!

- High five!

[all straining]

- Get swole!

Huh? [all grunt]

- Oh. [chuckles]

Aah!

[laughter]

- Meep?

- Meep?

- Moop?

Mop.

- [muttering]

Huh? [muttering]

I ain't going to some dumb reunion at me old summer camp.

I barely shut that place down in time

to avoid all those health code violations!

[coin clinking]

[gasps]

Huh?

I'd know this nickel anywhere.

"P.S. Look familiar?

Come and get the rest if you dare."

[gasps] Sweet Neptune!

A map to me lost camp nickels!

The ones I hid so well, even I forgot where I hid 'em.

Me and me money.

Now, that's a reunion worth attending!

[laughs sinisterly]

- Oh, boy, I can't wait to go back to Kamp Koral!

- Yeah, but how are we gonna get there?

My unicycle's in the shop.

- Well-- - I know!

We could prance!

- Oh, boy! I haven't pranced in ages!

[both vocalizing]

[all vocalizing]

- Just get on the bus.

- Oh, yeah, the bus. - [mumbling]

- Yeah, I do suppose that makes sense.

[jaunty music]

* *

- [panting] Wait for me, dudes!

- And that's why Barnacle Boy, with both hands...

[anchovies meeping]

- Moop moop moop.

- [chattering indistinctly]

laughter]

[indistinct chatter]

- [hollering excitedly]

[laughter]

- What are you looking at, boy-o?

- [sighs] You haven't changed a bit since camp, Mr. Krabs.

Greetings, fellow campers!

I'd like to personally thank

whoever invited us to the big reunion!

So who was it?

[overlapping chatter] all: Not me.

- Oh, well. We're sure to know

when we get there.

Next stop, Kamp Money!

- Eugene!

- I mean, Kamp Koral.

[all cheer]

- Yeah! Whoo!

- Ah, good old Kamp Koral.

[eerie music]

It seems different somehow.

- Looks like they changed the name to Ka-Ka.

- Well, I must say, the place has really gone to pot.

- Well, I think someone is pulling a fast one

with this reunion.

- [baby voice] Don't listen to her, little nickel.

We'll find your friends soon.

* *

- This place is, like, way smaller than I remember.

- It's not smaller.

You're just bigger.

But it is a lot crummier.

Agh! - [laughs]

- All right, I think this joke has gone far enough.

Everyone, back on the bus.

We are not staying here.

Not to worry. I'll get the tools,

and we'll put the wheels back on.

Maybe we could just--

- Well, looks like we're walking back across the bridge.

- Oh, no!

We'll have to use the old tunnel.

That's OK. To the hot air balloon field!

- We're trapped!

- Every way to get is gone!

- Maybe for the likes of you rabble.

Regigilled, commence Operation Wealth Extraction.

[helicopter whirring] - What in tarnation?

- What is that? - Whoa! What is it?

- Whoa! - Huh?

Wait! - Wait, wait, wait.

[overlapping chatter]

- Hurry, Regigilled.

[all shouting]

[gasps] Look what you've done

to my third-favorite helicopter!

I am offended! Hmph!

- Hey, at least no one got hurt, right?

- [sighs] Finally alone.

Now to find me booty!

Let's see, 100 paces south.

OK! 1, 2, 3--

Hey, out of my way, cabin!

[cabin whimpering]

Stupid cabin!

4, 5...

- What should we do now, Mr. Krabs?

Mr. Krabs?

- Has anyone seen Eugene?

[all muttering]

- I think I saw him walk off with something under his arm.

- If my dad had a newspaper under his arm when he left,

we won't see him for a couple of hours.

- 98, 99, 100!

Ooh! X marks the spot!

[laughing]

Found it!

[straining]

Ooh, now to get what's coming to me!

[laughs] Huh?

[screaming]

- Hey, that sounds like Mr. Krabs...

having a blast!

Good ol' Camp Master Krabs.

He knows how to have fun.

Whoo-hoo!

[engine revving]

- What's that?

- Maybe it's another bus to take us home.

[rock music]

* *

Nurse Helga!

- It is me!

I am here for the reunion!

- What'd I miss?

- Ooh! And it looks like

I got here just in time!

- [screams]

- Come back, bubby with the boo-boo!

- Looks like Kamp Koral is reopen for business!

Yay! Yay, yay! [all sobbing]

[overlapping chatter]

- Well, gang, if we're gonna be stuck here,

we might as well enjoy being back in camp!

* Jump up and cheer for old Kamp Koral *

* Where the food is bad and tastes abnormal *

* The bunks are filled with bugs *

* And the woods are paranormal *

* But we love it here in camp *

* So there'll be no quarrel! *

[all muttering unenthusiastically]

- We're gonna die out here.

- I don't know what's happening.

- Is this really our old cabin?

Regigilled, door!

- As you wish.

[strains]

- Oh, heavens!

Disgusting!

Outrageous!

Our beautiful cabin's gone from chateau to shanty!

both: Eww.

- Oh, my. - Oh.

Regigilled!

- As you wish.

[humming]

both: Huh?

- It's a bit lumpier than I remember.

- [roars] - Huh?

[both scream] - [laughs sinisterly]

- [screams]

This place is haunted!

Oh. Regigilled!

- As you wish.

[humming]

- [screams]

- Will there be anything else?

- [growls] - As you wish.

[screams]

[sinister laughter]

- Thanks for removing that helicopter thingy.

But now my stomach is empty again!

[sniffing]

Food!

[yelping excitedly]

- Ugh. Imbeciles.

[fly buzzing]

Ay, this cabin was spotless when I left.

[gasps]

My scalpels!

My clamps!

My slashing tools!

All gone!

Huh?

[metallic jangling]

Who's there?

Does someone have a boo-boo?

Do you need Nurse Helga to put you back together?

Ha!

Phew!

[yelps]

[screaming] [sinister laughter]

- Will you please keep it down!

- Shh!

That was obviously a werewolf!

- But it's daytime, and there's no moon!

- Then it must be some sort of marauding camp creeper.

- We have bigger problems.

It appears there's no mechanism for zipping.

- Then let's improvise.

[laughter]

- Uh-oh.

[all screaming]

Ow.

- [grunts] - [yelps]

- [screams]

My posterior has suffered a double cranial concussion.

- It's not looking so good.

- Oh, no. His butt is wiped out!

[screams]

- Thank you, Kevin,

but I'm sure my butt doesn't look that bad.

- Hey, where's Kevin?

Kevin, quit goofing around.

[yelps] I've got a feeling

there's something supernatural going on around here.

- I've got a feeling too...

in my glutes.

[cries]

[laid-back music]

* *

- Food. Snacks.

Food. Snacks.

Oof!

The Krusty Kanteen!

[laughing excitedly]

[straining]

Agh!

Let no man say I didn't try.

[squelching] Huh?

Is someone blorping at me?

- [grunting]

- Just one more drum of expired chum left to illegally dump!

- I don't know why you insisted on coming

all the way out here just to dump some chum.

- Because not even an idiot would come

all the way out here.

- Hi, Mr. Plankton. - Huh?

[screams]

Oh, it's you.

What are you doing here?

[screams]

- We're here for the party.

Didn't you get an invite to the Kamp Koral reunion?

- Reunion?

Why would I go to a dumb daycare reunion?

[screams]

- 'Cause we're getting hungry,

and you were the cook here once.

So why don't you get cooking, cook?

- Cook?

I'll cook your face!

- Easy, Tiger.

Let's play along so they don't report us.

- Eh, fine.

Come and get it!

You lousy punks.

[grunts]

- You're not really gonna feed them this putrid chum, are you?

- Sure! Polluting campers is more

environmentally conscious than polluting the lake.

Right, noodle brain?

- Mmm, brain noodles.

[all muttering disgustedly]

[chum snarls]

- Suddenly, I'm not hungry.

- Blegh! Me neither.

Hey, does anybody want to play some volleyball?

- Does a one-legged duck swim in circles?

[all cheering]

- Hey, wait for me!

[grunting]

[munching]

[all sigh]

- Meep. - Meep.

- [gagging]

- Ugh. Yuck!

I've been sullied!

I need a shower.

- Wait!

Don't shower!

Have you never seen a horror movie?

The Creeper will get you!

[distant howling]

[gulps]

I'm alone.

That's against the horror movie rules too!

[whimpering]

- [retches] Meep, meep, meep!

- Meep, meep, meep!

[sinister laughter]

- [gulps]

[whistling]

Meep!

- [laughs villainously]

[eerie music]

* *

- [humming]

- [growls]

[dramatic music]

- Hm? Ooh, that's good.

I can never get back there.

Harvey, is that you?

SpongeBob?

[gasps]

[screams]

[whimpering and yelping]

So clean--

so terrifyingly clean.

[screams]

* *

So clean.

- [laughs ominously]

- [cries]

[all cheering happily]

- While we're stuck at this dirty camp,

who's gonna be the volleyball champ?

- Get ready!

I call this serve the...

"Hey, Mister, can we get our ball back, please?"

[grunts]

- Owie, wowie!

That's gotta stingy!

Hit 'em back. Whack attack.

Let's go, Dinghies!

- I got it!

[suspenseful music]

Ah!

* *

Oh, a wise guy, eh?

[both grunting]

Ah!

[sinister laughter]

- [laughs]

- What you laughing at?

- I'm just laughing because the woods are laughing.

* *

- Hey, where's Mo?

- Obviously, incinerated by me.

- I think you mean "intimidated."

- Yeah...

- Whatever.

We're still gonna destroy you, dude.

Hey, Tall Tail, you're subbed in!

- Come on, Tall Tail, pull up your socks!

Smash that ball, win it all!

Let's go Jocks!

- I call this serve Deep Impact.

[grunts]

[both panting]

- Huh? [groans]

Barely hit me.

- I'll get it. - I'll come with you.

[sinister laughter]

- [laughs]

[dramatic music]

- Mr. Krabs, the Yacht Cabin, Kevin,

Nurse Helga, the Anchovies, Bubble Bass,

and now the jocks have all mysteriously disappeared.

- Oh, they're probably just somewhere having fun!

[yelps] - Somewhere in their graves!

- I'm sure there's a perfectly good,

highly reasonable, scientifically-proven

explanation for their disappearances.

And besides, not all the jocks are gone.

Tall Tail is still--

jumping flapjacks!

He's gone!

- The Kamp Creeper strikes again.

- This reunion's not so fun.

The cheerleaders always the next one!

Give me a C-R-Y!

[sobbing]

- Look, all I'm saying is there are rules to surviving horror.

Like, don't go off alone,

don't say "I'll be right back,"

and no canoodling.

- And don't be ridiculous.

You're all acting like a bunch of babies.

I'm not afraid of any creature or axe murderer or whatever.

If anything scary came at me,

I'd hit him like this, and I'd hit him like that!

- Bleh! - [screams]

[laughter]

Very funny, Karen.

Very funny.

Come on, Chuckles.

Let's blow this weenie roast and "canoodle."

- I wouldn't do that if I were you.

- You wouldn't do anything I would do, weirdo.

- Mmm, s'mores.

- You know that's a pinecone, right?

- S'more pinecone for me!

[belches]

Mmm, spicy little devil.

[chuckles] - Ugh.

Maybe we should tell stories to keep our minds off

the terrifying horror that lurks in the dark.

- Ooh, I'll start.

It was a night just like tonight

in an old abandoned camp just like this one.

But there was something out there,

something spooky that prowled in the woods.

- Seriously? A scary camping story?

- It's the only story I can remember right now.

- Ooh, tell the part with all the bloody axe-murdering!

both: No!

- All right, that's it!

No more campfire.

We're all gonna stay together

in the old Dinghy Cabin until morning.

- Good idea.

I'll go get Plankton and Karen.

I'll be right back.

- She's dead.

- Aww, our old cabin.

It's a fixer-upper.

- More like a tearer-downer.

- I call top bunk!

- SpongeBob, I think there's someone

sleeping in this bunk bed.

[all whimpering]

[all screaming]

[sea urchins grunting rhythmically]

- [grunting rhythmically]

Wah! - [panting]

Can I faint now?

- Be my guest.

- Uh, what do I do with this?

[distant howling]

[smooching]

- Whoo! Yes!

I made it to first base!

[video game beeping]

[branch snaps] Huh?

[both scream]

- Oh, there you are.

Hello. [chuckles]

- [shouting] What is wrong with you?

I almost had a heart attack!

What's with the mask?

- Oh, don't be so dramatic.

I just found some of my old hockey equipment in the woods.

[gasps] It's still got my name on it.

Good times.

[both scream]

Plankton? Karen?

Come on, I know you're just trying to scare me.

Holy Zamboni!

[screaming] [sinister laughter]

- All right, so where was I?

Oh, yeah, I remember now!

There was something spooky out there,

prowling around in the woods,

and it made a terrifying shriek!

[instrument playing]

[all whimpering]

- Ugh. I'm tired of being scared!

- Me too. both: Me too.

- Uh, I'm not tired of being scared yet.

- Come on, fellers, it's time we fought back!

[instrument continues off-key]

- [gasps] The C-C-C-Creeper!

- Hyah!

[all grunting]

- [moans]

all: Squidward?

- Ow!

both: Patrick!

- At least Squidward's safe. [laughs]

- Oww.

You guys?

What are you idiots doing here?

- We're here for the Kamp Koral reunion.

Aren't you? - Reunion?

No, I've been here for a week,

ever since I was banned

from playing clarinet in Bikini Bottom!

- The city has been rather peaceful lately.

- Didn't you notice that I haven't been at work

for a whole week?

- I assumed you were just on a bathroom break.

[chuckles]

- You must have gotten an invite.

- Hold on.

I believe this is yours.

- Hmph.

This letter is for Old Man Walker!

He never even went to this camp!

You idiots ruined my perfect getaway!

Now I have to get away again-- all over again!

[yelps]

[sighs] Typical.

[muttering angrily]

- No, wait!

Don't go out alone!

Squidward!

It's too late.

He's vanished.

- Everybody's vanished.

- Everybody?

Ah! SpongeBob!

Help, I'm vanishing!

- Come on, Patrick, materialize!

Are you OK, buddy?

- I don't know.

I'm still processing.

- Squidward was taken because he ignored the rules of horror.

- You mean, don't wear white after Labor Day?

- Ugh!

I repeat, don't go off alone,

don't say "I'll be right back,"

and absolutely no canoodling!

Watch, I'll prove it.

[smooching]

Oh, my pumpkin.

My little lump of sugar.

Sweet honey pie.

- Did he say "honey pie"?

I'm hungry.

- [smooching]

Aah!

[all scream]

all: Ohh.

- And that's why you don't canoodle.

- [growls] - [screams]

[all scream]

- Stand back, y'all.

Hiyaa!

Whoever it is, they're probably still close.

Let's get 'em!

- [muttering angrily]

Oh, there must be somewhere I can play

without any annoying interruptions.

[footsteps thudding] Huh?

You imbeciles better not be following me!

[dramatic music]

[sighs]

* *

Those morons got me all jumpy.

[footsteps thudding] Huh?

I hate to admit it, but that's pretty cute.

[bunnies giggling]

Ow! I take it back!

Bad bunnies!

[muttering angrily]

[leaves rustling] Huh?

All right, who is it now?

I have a clarinet, and I'm not afraid to use it!

Guess I blew them away.

[laughs]

[screams]

[sinister laughter]

- Squidward?

Harvey?

- Mrs. Puff?

Mo?

- Lady Upturn?

Daddy?

- I'm hollering!

I'm yelling!

[clarinet playing] - Do you hear that?

Clarinet music. It must be Squidward!

[both giggling excitedly]

Aw, it's just a snail.

- Yeah, I thought it sounded too good.

- I'll keep this safe until we can

give it back to Squidward.

- Yeah...

I doubt he'll want it back now.

- [sighs] I'm beat.

I think we should call off the search until morning.

[gasps] Guys! Guys!

[wailing] It got me!

Ow! Ugh!

Aah! Help!

Aah!

[sinister laughter]

- Whoa! - She's gone!

- The Creeper's got her!

- Aah! Aah!

- Now it's got Patrick!

- It's coming from back there!

[screaming continues]

The old Trawler cabin!

[grunts]

- Patrick?

[both scream]

- What is up?

- Was that you yelling?

- Yelling?

Oh, yeah, yeah.

Uh, I wanted to warn you about, um...

- This spiderweb?

- Uh...yeah!

- Aw, thanks, buddy.

[deep growling]

[all whimpering]

- On the count of three, boys--

one, two, three.

[all screaming]

- [gasps] Of all the screamers

back in the day, you guys were the best!

- Huh?

Big and Lil Roxie?

Or is it Little and Big Roxie?

- Y'all switched places?

- It happens every three moon cycles.

- Turnabout is fair play.

- Good evening, everyone.

Welcome to my parlor.

Snip, snip, snip.

- Howdy, Preda Tory!

[lightening cracks, all gasp]

[menacing organ music]

* *

- [hisses]

- Kidferatu, all grown up!

Good to see you're still dead and well.

- [hisses]

- He's a count now. all: Huh?

- It's great to see you guys again!

- Jimmy Blobfish?

Hey, you look--

- Yeah, I know, I know.

I lost my looks.

I was much cuter when I was young.

- It's the delicious insides that count.

- [munching]

Yeah, but his outside isn't so bad either!

He still tastes like maple syrup.

- Uh! I almost forgot!

We're all in danger!

There's a creeper in camp.

- A creeper?

- Sounds like our kind of people.

[giggles]

- Y'all don't understand.

He's been snatching up everyone who's here for the reunion.

- This Creeper sounds fascinating.

- What do we gotta do to get snatched?

- Well, Harvey said you have to break

one of the rules of horror.

- That's easy.

We know 'em all.

[all clamoring]

- What are you doing?

- We'll be right back!

- [hisses]

[all cheer]

- [growls]

- [panting] Huh? Hm?

They're gone!

- Hmm.

I got it!

I know who the Creeper is!

Think about it.

Who used to prank us all the time?

both: Hmm.

- Our old hill folk friends, Narlene and Nobby!

both: Ohh.

- So I say it's time for us to prank them back.

- Narlene's cabin looks abandoned.

- That's how it always looks!

It's shack chic.

They're in there. I can feel it in my tail.

- I can taste it in your tail.

[both snoring]

- You got your pie?

- It's here, in my pie hole.

- When Patrick wakes them up with the clarinet,

let 'em have it.

[clarinet plays loudly]

Why didn't that work?

Dummies? [rapid tapping]

[roaring]

[both scream]

both: Uh...whoa!

- More decoys?

- Patrick, help us!

- I got it!

- Patrick?

[sighs] Nobby, cut 'em down.

[both groan]

Hoo-wee!

If'n it ain't the old ding-dong Dinghies.

What y'all doing in our domicile?

- Like you don't know!

You've been pranking us all night!

- Huh! 'Fraid not.

We've been busy trying to catch a critter

that's been trespassing on our property!

That's why we rigged the booby trap.

- Alas, the only boobies we caught t'were you.

[chuckles]

- I bet it was the Creeper.

He invited us to a camp reunion only to snatch everybody away.

- How would you all like to team up with us

and put a stop to this varmint?

- Does the Tin Man have a sheet metal behind?

Time we armed up!

[jaunty country music]

- Ha ha!

- Hmm. [chuckles nefariously]

* *

[all grunt]

- Patrick, don't eat your weapon!

- Whoo-hoo!

Let's catch us a creeper!

- [yells indistinctly]

[creatures cawing]

[sinister laughter]

[all yelping]

- What is that sound?

[menacing music]

- [gulps]

Don't worry, guys.

I'll protect you with my sandwich.

[grunting]

Ah! Oh, no, my sandwich!

[whimpering]

* *

Oh, thanks.

Uh-oh.

[yelps]

Whoa!

- [gasps] Oh, no!

That's Patrick!

He's been snatched!

[sinister laughter] [all whimpering]

- Whatever's out there is gonna get us!

That leaves us only one option--

- Run!

[all scream] - Huh?

No! I was gonna say "fight back!"

- [muttering fearfully]

Huh?

Sugar Squeezin'.

Huh? Huh?

[whimpers, mutters excitedly]

[speaking gibberish]

For courage!

- [laughing menacingly]

- [whimpering] Need more courage!

- [panting]

That Creeper will never catch me

in my underground tree stump system.

[laughs]

Aw, I'm caught!

[sneaky music]

* *

[sinister laughter]

[clams cawing]

- Stand back!

I got an electro-hammer, and I'm not afraid to use it!

My hammer's gone haywire!

Time for plan B.

So long, Creeper!

Whoa!

[sighs] Now I know what a balloon feels like.

The Clampitheater?

Is that where you've been hiding all the bodies?

Why are you doing this?

- Because...

this is fun!

- Elwood?

- Hi, Sandy!

- I always wondered what happened to you.

- It was all those years ago.

I missed the last bus home from Kamp Koral

on the last day of camp.

Yay!

And I've been living here alone ever since.

[groaning]

It's been fun!

Mmm.

[yawns]

Oof!

But I missed all you guys.

[roars]

Then one day thought, if I throw a reunion,

everyone would come back to Kamp Koral,

and we could play forever!

- Living all by your lonesome didn't help

your social skills none, did it?

- Nope.

[strains]

And here's all our friends!

- Elwood? You did this?

Waah! - And you can join them!

I have one more guest to fetch!

[sinister laughter]

- [panting and screaming]

Phew. There!

All that screaming should keep the Creeper away.

- [giggling]

- [gasps]

I was wrong.

I need more screaming!

[screaming]

Whoa!

- [growls]

[yelping]

- [gulps] OK.

I'm sorry I told a story with my back to the dark,

but I never canoodled, whatever that is.

[screams]

Please don't kill me!

I'm too young to die!

[sobbing] I've got so many more Krabby Patties to make.

Ah!

[screams]

My friends are all dead!

[all groaning]

No, they're not. They're all zombies.

- We're not zombies.

We got bored waiting for you,

so we had a ketchup fight.

- [yawns] And then we got tired

and took a nap.

- Ohh.

That's exactly what I would have done.

[whimpers]

- Hey, Elwood!

We're out of ketchup.

- Elwood?

You're the Kamp Creeper?

- I guess so! Yeah!

- All of this is his blundering way

of inviting all of us to a Kamp Koral reunion.

- I have no social skills!

both: Yeah... [chuckle nervously]

- So, uh, what now?

- [roars]

Ha. So what now?

Heh. So let's party.

Hit it!

[jazzy music playing]

[microphone feedback whines]

[jaunty music playing]

- [hisses]

- No!

- [giggles]

[all meeping rhythmically]

- [laughing]

- Yee-hoo!

- Whoo-hoo!

- [hisses]

- * Kamp Koral *

- * Elwood kidnapped everyone *

- * Kamp Koral *

- * Now the party has begun *

- * Kamp Koral *

- * We thought we'd be killed *

* Instead we're so thrilled *

* Right down to our toes *

[all cheering]

- Great party, lad.

Uh, listen, eh, I was wondering

when you were gonna show me where me lost treasure is.

[chuckles] You know.

- You're looking at it!

I spent it on this party.

Didn't you get the nickel change I sent you?

And besides...

- Don't say it.

- Aren't friends the real treasure?

- No! - [giggling]