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TRANSLATE BY : DENI AUROR@ https://aurorarental.blogspot.com/

Are you ready, kids?

Aye, aye, Captain.

I can't hear you.

Aye, aye, Captain!

Ready?

Hurry, Patrick.

It's almost time for the joust.

Right behind you, SpongeBob.

Welcome to Medieval Moments.

You're just 20 wizard's paces away

from swords, sorcery and bad hygiene.

Right this way, please.

Excuse me, my good man.

I believe thou meant to say, "Righteth this wayeth."

Someday... but not today.

How's that mutton, Patrick?

Me thinks it's mutton-tastic.

Morrie!

You're supposed to announce the jousting tournament.

Good evening, uh, fair patrons of Medieval Moments.

By royal decree, we ask that two audience members

come forth and participate in the, uh, the royal jousting.

Over here! Ooh! Oh! Over here!

Pick up, pick us!Hey! Pick us! Hey!

Over here!Hey...

All right. Pick us!

It appears that the pink starfish

and the yellow sponge

are our lucky contestants tonight.

Hooray.

Isn't this exciting, Patrick?

To think, we'll be watching the joust this close up.

You won't be watching the joust.

You're in the joust.

Pat, do you know how to ride a sea horse?

Nuh-uh.

Mr. Sea Horse, sir,

you're gentle on beginners, aren't you?

SpongeBob, help!

Take his head off!

I don't suppose now would be a good time

to ask for a bathroom break!

Patrick!

I'm glad that's over.

Look! Some employees from the restaurant

came to help us.

Arrest these traitors for committing the act

of witchcraft by falling from the sky.

Whoa. They really go that extra mile for authenticity.

Salutations, fellow knights.

Silence, heathen!

I get the point.

Nighty-night, ladies.

You'll have many more in here.

Gee, Pat, these props sure are convincing.

Oh, blast this confounded instrument.

If I never learn to play with ease,

may mine own great, great, great, great, great, great,

great grandson be cursed tenfold.

Squidward, what are you doing here?

Does thou talketh to me?

Good one, Squidward.

"Does thou talketh to me?"

Scoff not, young squire.

Thou has mistaken me for another.

I am Squidly, the king's royal fool.

Or at least I was until I royally messed up.

Wow, what did you do?

I'll show you.

What does a guy have to do to get some mutton around here?

I'm starving!

Don't hold thy breath.

We'll be lucky if we get fed again by the 12th century.

They sure take their role-playing seriously

around here.

What's that?

Not the bowling alley.

Knights, jesters,

dragons, medieval bowling alleys,

12th century!

Don't you see, Patrick?

We really are in medieval times.

Oh, no. I think I left the water running at home.

The king wants a word with you two.

Yay!

Wait. We don't leave without Squidly.

Why should I take him?

Because, um...

Squidly has thought of some brilliant songs for the king

and he just has to hear them.

Isn't that right, Squidly?

Absolutely.

Squidly, uh, maybe you should wait for the king to hear that.

Suit thine self.

Thou does not knowest what thou art missing.

Oh, woe is me.

Woe is me. Woe is me.

What to do. What to do.

Father, what art thou going on about now?

Oh, just the same old thing, dear daughter.

It's that wretched wizard, Planktonimor.

His insidious dragons destroyed half me kingdom.

Soon there will be no citizens to tax.

Not one of me best knights has been able to defeat him.

Father, remember your blood pressure.

You wouldn't want another leech treatment, would you?

Your Highness.

The Dungeon Master has brought the prisoners you asked for.

Well, don't just stand there, send them in.

Sure thing, Your Highness...

Hey, Mr. Krabs.

How dare you bark at me in that tone, knave?

I am the feared ruler of this kingdom

and will be addressed as such.

Sorry.

And why have you brought

this fool back into me throne room?

If your majesty may be so kind,

I think I have a song that will answer all your questions.

All right, all right.

But this is your last chance, fool.

Oh, thank you, Sire, thank you.

You won't be disappointed.

Guards!

Send these slanderers to the guillotine.

Wait, you don't understand.

We're not from here.

That's because you're witches

who were sent by Planktonimor to destroy me.

No! We're time travelers.

Help me out here, Patrick.

I'm not sure there's anything I can add at this point.

Okay, I'm through playing around.

Guards...

No, wait!

No, please. Father, you must spare them.

Has thou forgotten of the prophecy?

What prophecy?

The one right above your head.

How long has that been there?

The story tells

of two brave knights who fall from the sky

and are sent by the king to rid the lamenting town

of the evil dragon controlled by the one-eyed wizard.

Father, don't you get it? It's them.

These strangers have come to rescue us.

Like in the prophecy.

How dare you defile my house, demon?!

Princess Pearl!

I'm coming, Pearl.

Prepare to meet thy maker,

foul beast!

Well, I-I guess this is it, Patrick.

I guess so.

I'm going to miss you, SpongeBob.

I'll miss you, too, buddy.

Oh, Daddy, help!

Pearl!

Can no one stop this madness?

You... you two...

My apologies,

most noble...

and valued...

warriors...

I guess this is what you call the royal treatment.

May Neptune grant you safety

on your perilous journey to the evil wizard's castle

from which no one has escaped alive.

We're going on a perilous journey?

But of course. You're the chosen ones.

Huh? What's this?

A lost piece of the prophecy?

Let me guess-- more praise for our heroic stature?

Actually, it says I was supposed to kick you out of here.

Say no more, Your Majesty.

Us manly knights are so manly,

we kick ourselves out of places.

Come on, Patrick.

Look out, trouble.

Well, so much for their company.

Eh... on second thought, you better go with them.

They could use the entertainment.

Have it your way.

Good luck, strange ones.

I know we're a prophecy and all,

but I don't think we can stop the dragon

with our bare hands.

Yeah. We need some gloves.

Perhaps yonder blacksmith

could provide some arms for your battle.

At last! An honest man of the soil.

Observe as I effortlessly commingle

with this brutish native.

Greetings, Iron Man!

I am Sir SpongeBob, of Bikini...

Bottom.

I told you people before.

I'll have the rent when I have it!

We just wanted to buy some armor.

Oh, why didn't you just say that?

I've got just the thing for you.

This is awesome.

Hey, SpongeBob, get out here!

Whoa, SpongeBob,

you look incredible.

And now, for the piece de resistance.

Your sword, brave knight.

Hand-forged from anodized dragon's skin.

It is truly a weapon worthy of a knight of your stature.

A little heavy, isn't it?

That's going to need some stitches.

Let me see what else I got.

Unfortunately, all I have in the way of light weaponry

is this jellyfish net.

That's perfect!

Whah!

We doth have a long journey ahead of us.

It's a good thing I packed us a lunch

of delicious krabby patties.

Ooh.

Thisbe the legendary prophecy?!

Oh, that be-eth rich.

T'would almost insult me, were it not so funny.

Planktonimor, thou art cocky

and overly-confident with thyself.

Trusteth in me, Karen.

I doth knowest what I am doing.

Come hither, boy.

Deliver my demands unto his majesty, King Krabs.

Halt! Who goes there?

Doth mine eyes betray me?

'Tis the nefarious Dark Knight.

Dark Knight?

I asketh once more, before I rip thee limb from limb.

Reveal thyself.

I am SpongeBob, and this is Patrick.

We've been spent to rescue Princess Pearl

from Planktonimor.

If thou wisheth to get across,

thou willst have to get through me!

Medieval Sandy.

with a little karate.

Whah! Whah!

By the hammer of Odin,

this be a new fighting style

mine eyes have not yet seen.

I am bad! Oh, yeah!

Whoo!

Doth thou tryeth to insult me?

Thou whilst drink from the fountain of shame!

Do you hear that, Patrick?

I told you she zings like a squir... Whoa!

Good one, medieval Sandy.

But can you handle my feet of fury?

Wouldst thou like a little rubdown?

You have bested me, yellow knight.

Strike quick and true,

noble sponge.

I don't understand a word you just said.

Uh, medieval Sandy?

You don't look so good.

Sandy?

Sandy...

Huh? What?

Patrick, it's working.

Do it again.

Thou hast spared me, kind and noble sponge,

and to thee, I owe a debt of gratitude,

for I will follow you in your quest to defeat Planktonimor

and learn a trifle of that karate.

Yeah! Karate!

Whah! Cha-cha!

Ow-eth.

Your majesty, your majesty!

A scroll hath arrived for thee.

"Thou must hand over thy village... and they throne?!

Or thy daughter shall be dipped in a cauldron of lava?!"

Pearl!

That be the shriek of the fair princess.

Then time be of the essence.

Doth we all remember thy plan?

No. Uh... I mean yes!

Yes!

That's what I said.

Yes.

Then let us forge on.

Make way, heathens.

Dark Knight coming through.

State thy business, Dark Knight.

These village idiots are conspirators

against Master Planktonimor

and I needeth to know which form of torture

thy master wishes upon these wretched fools.

Do I have their limbs tied to horses

and swiftly yanked apart-- rip!

Or pluck each individual eyelash, one by one,

taking away their every single last eyelash wish?

No...!

No, no, no!

Very well, Dark Knight.

Entrance be granted.

No, no, no!

No, no, no!

Halt! Make a wish!

Wow, goodsome thinking, Sir SpongeBob,

posing as a frightened wee babe in ye old diapers

did make it most believable.

Yeah, you think we fooled them?

Princess Pearl.

I must fulfill the prophecy

while you untie Patrick and the royal doofus.

That be royal fool.

Hang on, Pearl.

We're coming to rescue you.

Freedom is at hand.

We're a-coming.

Almost there.

Oh, dear Neptune.

Soon, the king's village will be mine.

Mine!

Mine!

Unhand her... fiend!

The prophecy is nigh.

We're here to rescue you, Pearl.

Could I get a glass of water?

Sparkling or regular?

Psyche-eth!

You truly are the nastiest wizard

in all of Bikini Bottomshire.

Prepare to be vanquished!

Bring it on-eth, knave.

Huh? What the... where?!

I didn't see you, you're so tiny.

That tickles.

Tiny powers! Tiny powers!

I be-eth okay.

Wow... Huh?

Yes! Yes!

Sicceth them, boy!

Perhaps a soothing limerick will calm thee.

Everyone be-eth a critic.

No, no, no, no!

Dead end for you, simpletons.

Wait a second.

Wow, the boys back home will never believe this.

I'm right here, and I don't believe it.

Whoa!

No! No! No! no!

Well, I guess this is it, Pat.

Yeah.

Hey, can we eat those krabby patties now?

Sure, buddy.

Yay!

Hey!

Patrick, look,

he's eating the krabby patty.

No, no, no!

The horror, the horror!

No, Patrick, it's a good thing.

It is?

Sure it is.

Just listen to him purr.

He loves that krabby patty.

Forsooth, what be-eth going on here?

Destroy them!

Do it now, or so help me...

Um, I'd be more than happy to make you some more

of those delicious krabby patties.

Curses. You win.

Make way. Thy king's heroes cometh through.

Order up!

Hmm. I doth wonder if I couldst sell these... krabby patties.

Ah, that horrible noise.

Oh, make it stop!

Whoa! Whoa!

Hey, kid, are you okay?

That was some fall you had.

Oh. I guess I shouldn't have agitated that sea horse.

That was some dream, huh, Patrick?

Patrick?

Try telling that to Squidly.