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]

[nautical themed music]

♪ ♪

- OOH.

DELICIOUS.

pop!

squish!

pop!

squish! squish! squish!

pop! pop! pop!

[multiple squishing sounds]

[multiple popping sounds]

quack!

[various smooshing sounds]

TOP OF THE MORNIN'’ TO YOU!

[laughs]

- [meows]

KRUSTY KRAB, SPONGEBOB SPEAKING.

[laughs]

ring! ring!

GARY, IS THAT YOU?

GARY, I KNOW YOU'’RE THERE.

I CAN HEAR YOU BREATHING.

[gasps]

OOH!

MR. KRABS!

THIS WEINER TASTES JUST LIKE A KRABBY PATTY.

MAYBE WE CAN ADD THEM TO THE MENU.

- I'’M NOT IMPRESSED.

- I MADE IT WITH LEFTOVER INGREDIENTS.

- NOW I'’M IMPRESSED.

- HMM, I COULD'’VE SWORN THAT SIGN SAID "OPEN."

[sighs dramatically]

- ONCE IN A WHILE I NEED TO BREATHE IN AND NOT SMELL GREASE

OR THE STENCH OF MY MISERABLY FAILED LIFE.

TALKING TO MYSELF...

AGAIN.

- AND THEN I JUST COOK IT LIKE THIS...

- GO ON.

- MY, WHAT AN INTERESTING SHAPE.

ARE THOSE FOR SALE?

- WHY?

WOULD YOU LIKE TO BUY ONE?

- WELL...

THAT WOULD DEPEND ON THE PRICE.

- WOULD YOU PAY THE SAME AS WHAT A KRABBY PATTY COSTS?

- HMM.

SURE, I SUPPOSE SO.

- HOW ABOUT DOUBLE?

- NOW YOU'’RE TALKING.

- KRABBY PATTIES AGAIN?

[sighs]

IF ONLY THERE WERE SOMETHING ELSE.

HEY, WHAT YOU GOT THERE, FRANK?

- IT'’S NEW.

TASTES JUST LIKE A KRABBY PATTY,

BUT IT'’S SHAPED LIKE A WEINER.

[all talking at once]

- HEY, I'’D LIKE TO REQUEST A WEINER.

- ME TOO. - ME TOO.

all: WIENERS! WIENERS! WIENERS!

- [wheezing]

[chalk squeaking]

- SQUIDWARD, WHAT'’S THAT NOISE?

- EXCRUCIATING.

- UP HERE, BOY; TAKE A LOOK.

- I CAN'’T READ IT FROM HERE, MR. KRABS.

WHAT'’S IT SAY?

- IT SAYS, "KRUSTY DOGS ONLY $3.99

OR $4.99 WITH CHEESE."

- $4.99?

THAT'’S HIGHWAY ROBBERY.

- AVEC FROMAGE, MONSIEUR SQUIDWARD,

AVEC FROMAGE.

- MY KRUSTY DOG...

HANDWRITTEN ON THE MENU.

OH, PINCH ME, SQUIDWARD.

- PINCH YOURSELF, YOU NINNY.

- SPONGEBOB, THREE MORE KRUSTY DOGS, PRONTO.

- AYE-AYE, CAP'’N.

- SPONGEBOB!

THREE MORE ORDERS OF KRUSTY DOGS,

EXTRA KRUSTY.

- WOW, MR. KRABS,

WE SURE ARE GETTING A LOT OF ORDERS FOR KRUSTY DOGS.

- YEP.

- YEAH, I'’LL GET THOSE GOING

RIGHT AFTER I FINISH COOKING UP THESE KRABBY PATTIES.

- OH, FORGET ABOUT MAKING THOSE PATTIES,

JUST MAKE THE WIENERS.

- "JUST MAKE THE WIENERS"?

UM, EXCUSE ME, MR. KRABS.

WHERE ARE YOU GOING WITH THAT LADDER?

MR. KRABS?

- I'’M JUST GOING TO MAKE A FEW CHANGES

TO THE KRUSTY KRAB MENU, THAT'’S ALL.

- CHANGES?

- OH, THAT REMINDS ME.

DO YOU HAVE AN ERASER I COULD BORROW?

- ERASER?

- AH, NEVER MIND, I'’LL JUST CROSS IT OFF.

NO MORE KRABBY PATTIES.

[dramatic music]

- [babbling incoherently]

[sirens blaring]

[tires screeching]

- [babbling]

- OKAY, JUST BREATHE NORMALLY, SON.

- [babbling]

- THERE YOU GO.

THAT'’S IT.

- THERE. HE'’S STARTING TO REVIVE.

- I HAD THIS HORRIBLE DREAM THAT MR. KRABS

WAS NEVER GONNA LET ME COOK KRABBY PATTIES AGAIN.

[heavy scraping sound]

- PARDON ME.

[crying]

- WE'’RE LOSING HIM.

crash!

- SPONGEBOB.

SPONGEBOB.

WAKE UP.

- WHERE AM I?

AND WHAT ARE THESE PARAMEDICS DOING HERE?

- YOU'’RE BACK IN YOUR OLD KITCHEN,

AND THE PAIR OF PARAMEDICS WERE HERE TO REVIVE YOU.

- I WAS ASLEEP?

- YEAH.

BUT JUST FOR A LITTLE WHILE.

SO I ONLY DOCKED YOUR PAY FOR THE TIME YOU WERE UNCONSCIOUS.

- MR. KRABS, ISN'’T THAT WHERE THE GRILL USED TO BE?

- MAYBE.

BUT NOW WE HAVE THIS!

- AND WHAT ABOUT MY-- MY SPATULA?

- I GOT YOU A NEW ONE.

[deflating sound]

[laughter]

ALL RIGHT, THOSE WIENERS AREN'’T GONNA ROTISSERIE THEMSELVES.

EVERYBODY BACK TO WORK.

- AYE-AYE, CAPTAIN.

SQUIDWARD, CAN I TALK TO YOU FOR ONE SECOND?

- I DON'’T KNOW.

THAT'’S A PRETTY LONG TALK.

- HAS ANYTHING EVER HAPPENED AT YOUR JOB

THAT MADE IT, WELL, NOT AS FUN AS IT USED TO BE.

- WELL, ACTUALLY, YES.

- REALLY? WHAT WAS IT.

- BEING HIRED.

- I DON'’T KNOW WHY,

BUT THINGS JUST AREN'’T THE SAME

SINCE KRUSTY DOGS WERE ADDED TO THE MENU.

- SPONGEBOB, MY BOY.

I REALIZED LONG AGO THAT THERE IS NOTHING,

I REPEAT, NOTHING THAT COULD MAKE THIS JOB ANY MORE BORING

OR HUMILIATING OR DEMEANING THAN IT ALREADY IS.

- LOOK AT THAT GUY DRESSED LIKE A HOT DOG, MOMMY.

- LET THAT INSPIRE YOU TO STAY IN SCHOOL, BILLY.

- MR. KRABS?

- AHOY, SPONGEBOB.

HOW GOES THE WIENERS?

- MEH.

I WAS KIND OF WONDERING,

COULD WE JUST GO BACK TO SELLING KRABBY PATTIES?

- WHAT ON EARTH FOR?

KRUSTY DOGS WAS YOUR BEST IDEA EVER, BOY.

- I KNOW, I--

WELL, I GUESS I SORT OF JUST MISS THE KRABBY PATTIES.

AFTER ALL, THEY'’RE WHAT GAVE THIS PLACE ITS NAME.

- YEAH, GOOD POINT.

- YEAH, I MEAN, DON'’T YOU THINK THAT WE SHOULD--

[gasps]

"KRUSTY DOG"?

THOSE WIENERS HAVE GOT TO GO.

HERE YOU ARE, HUNGRY CUSTOMERS,

YOUR DELICIOUS KRUSTY DOGS.

- THEY DO LOOK DELICIOUS.

- YES.

EAT ONE AND YOU WILL DEVELOP AN UNSIGHTLY SKIN CONDITION.

HERE'’S YOUR FOOT LONG, SIR.

- THANKS.

12 INCHES OF DELICIOUSNESS.

- YEAH.

YOU KNOW, WHAT GIVES THEM THAT ADDED FLAVOR?

- NO, WHAT?

- NOSE HAIRS AND RECYCLED DENTAL FLOSS.

- SPONGEBOB, WHAT ARE YOU DOING?

- WE HAVE GOT TO GET RID OF THESE WIENERS

AND BRING BACK THE KRABBY PATTY.

- SPONGEBOB, I NEVER THOUGHT I'’D BE SAYING THIS,

BUT COUNT ME IN.

- HOORAY!

- HELP!

I'’M HAVING TERRIBLE ABDOMINAL PAIN!

I THINK IT WAS THE...

THE...

LINE.

- WEINER.

- THE WEINER!

- LADIES AND GENTLEMEN,

ALLOW ME TO INTRODUCE MYSELF.

I AM BUT A SIMPLE OLD-TIMEY GENTLEMAN.

I CAME HERE FOR ONE PURPOSE TODAY.

- SO I SAID, "IT DIDN'’T SMELL SO BAD,

"BUT IT TASTE--

- QUIET, GRANNY!

I'’M TALKIN'’!

- OH.

- AND THAT IS TO LOUDLY DECRY

THESE MODERN NEW-FANGLED DAYS OF WIENERS

AND TO BEG FOR A RETURN TO A SIMPLER TIME,

A KRABBY PATTIER TIME.

- I'’M NOT REALLY CONCERNED ABOUT POSSIBLE ILL HEALTH EFFECTS.

HOW ABOUT YOU GUYS? - NAH.

- HOW ABOUT NOSTALGIA?

- NEVER HEARD OF HIM.

- OKAY, THAT DIDN'’T WORK AT ALL.

- IT ONLY SEEMED TO INCREASE THEIR APPETITE FOR WIENERS.

- WE NEED STRONGER TACTICS.

- RIGHT.

SOMETHING THAT WOULD MAKE MR. KRABS WHOLE WEINER THING

BLOW RIGHT UP IN HIS FACE.

- YEAH.

BLOW UP.

honk!

SQUIDWARD, THAT'’S IT!

[laughs]

BEAUTIFUL.

YOUR KRUSTY DOG, SIR, WITH EXTRA MUSTARD.

- THANKS.

- CAN I BRING YOU SOMETHING ELSE?

OKAY, I GUESS NOT.

THANK YOU, SIR.

WAIT FOR IT, SPONGEBOB, WAIT FOR IT.

NOW!

- YEAH, REMEMBER THAT?

THAT WAS-- OH, MY NEPTUNE!

THAT KRUSTY DOG IS ABOUT TO EXPLODE!

- WHAT? WHERE?

pop!

splat!

[all screaming]

[all muttering angrily]

- IT'’S ALL OVER ME.

- I-I THINK I'’M GONNA BE SICK.

- TELL MY GRANDCHILDREN ABOUT THAT.

- HAVE A NICE DAY.

- SPONGEBOB, WHAT HAPPENED IN HERE?

WHERE ARE ALL ME CUSTOMERS?

WHAT ARE WE GONNA DO?

- OOH, I KNOW THE ANSWER.

- HEY, SPONGEBOB, HAVE YOU SEEN MR. SQUIDWARD?

- I THINK HE'’S OUTSIDE ON HIS BREAK.

- PERFECT.

AND KEEP THEM KRABBY PATTIES COMING, BOY.

- AYE-AYE, CAPTAIN!

- MOM, LOOK IT'’S A GUY DRESSED AS A KRABBY PATTY.

- IT'’S NEVER TOO SOON TO START PICKING A GOOD COLLEGE, BILLY.

thud!

- [sighs]

WELL, I GUESS I WAS WRONG AGAIN.

IT CAN ALWAYS GET MORE HUMILIATING.

[laughter]

- YOU'’RE IT!

[giggles]

- NOT FOR LONG.

[laughter]

- HEY, TRY AND CATCH ME, SPONGEBOB.

slam!

- TAG, YOU'’RE IT.

- OH!

THIS GAME'’S TOO HARD.

- I KNOW.

WHAT IF BOTH OF US ARE IT?

- BUT, THEN, WHO'’S GONNA BE NOT IT?

- EXACTLY, NEITHER OF US WILL KNOW.

- OH.

I LIKE NOT KNOWING.

LET'’S PLAY!

- I'’M IT! - I'’M IT!

- I'’M IT! - I'’M IT!

- I'’M IT! - I'’M IT!

- I'’M IT! - I'’M IT!

- I'’M IT! - I'’M IT!

- I'’M IT! - I'’M IT!

[laughing]

WHOA!

[screaming]

- SPONGEBOB!

smash!

- HANG ON; I'’M COMING!

[screams]

crash!

[muffled speech]

- WOW, WHAT IS THIS PLACE?

- LOOK AT ALL THIS COOL STUFF!

[laughs]

HA!

I'’M THE CAPTAIN!

YO-HO-HO, YA MATEYS!

ARR!

[both grunting]

EN GARDE!

WHOA!

THANKS, SPONGEBOB.

I GUESS WE BETTER BE MORE CAREFUL.

- LET'’S GO BACK TO THE MAIN DECK.

- OKAY.

[screams] thud!

- PATRICK!

I'’M COMING, BUDDY.

PATRICK?

thunk!

PATRICK!

- OOH, SHINY AND SMOOTH.

- WOW, WHAT'’S THIS?

"MAUNA LOA."

[electronic beeping]

WHOA, I'’M LATE!

GOT TO GET TO WORK.

♪ MAUNA LOA ♪

♪ HOW I LOVE YA ♪

♪ SECRET LOVIN'’ HIDEAWAY ♪

♪ MY MAUNA LOA BAY-YAY-BEE ♪

- SPONGEBOB.

SPONGEBOB.

SPONGEBOB, WHAT ARE YOU DOING?

I'’VE BEEN SAYING I NEED A KRABBY PATTY

ABOUT A BAJILLION TIMES, AND YOU--

WHAT THE?

[laughs]

NICE PATTY, MICHELANGELO.

I HOPE YOU'’RE NOT EXPECTING AN AWARD ANY TIME SOON.

[laughs]

- OH, THAT'’S JUST MY SECRET--

OH!

[laughs nervously]

HERE YOU GO.

- POROUS FREAK.

- WHEW!

THAT WAS CLOSE.

- SPONGEBOB!

CHECK OUT THE NEW T-SHIRT I JUST MADE.

♪ SECRET HIDEOUT ♪

♪ SECRET HIDEOUT ♪

♪ SECRET HIDEOUT ♪

♪ SECRET HIDEOUT ♪

♪ SECRET HIDEOUT ♪

♪ SECRET HIDE-- ♪

- PATRICK, PLEASE!

WHAT ARE YOU TRYING TO DO,

GIVE AWAY OUR SECRET HIDEOUT?

GIVE ME THAT.

- WHAT'’S WITH ALL THE RACKET?

- UH, S-SORRY, SIR.

- PATRICK, IF YOU'’RE GONNA DISTRACT ME FRY COOK,

THE LEAST YOU COULD DO IS BUY SOME GRUB.

- YOU GOT IT, MR. KRABS.

- BACK TO WORK, BOY.

- SURE THING.

[bell chimes]

AR!

- OH, LOOKS LIKE THE WORK DAY IS OVER.

SEE YOU TOMORROW, SIR.

- THAT'’S...

ODD.

- HMM.

WELL, LET'’S SEE.

- COME ON, PATRICK.

WE HAVE TO GET BACK TO OUR...

PLAYGROUND.

- KEEP THE CHANGE, MY GOOD MAN.

- HMM.

A GUM WRAPPER

AND A COIN THAT SAYS "MAUNA LOA."

- MAUNA LOA?

AS IN THE SHIPWRECK MAUNA LOA?

LEGEND HAS IT

THAT THE LARGEST UNFOUND PIRATE'’S BOOTY LIES...

IN ITS RUINS.

- I'’VE BEEN SEARCHING FOR THIS TREASURE

NEARLY ME ENTIRE ADULT LIFE,

LOOKING OVER EVERY NOOK, EVERY CRANNY,

EVERY DUMPSTER.

ONCE I GET ME CLAWS ON IT,

I'’LL BE THE RICHEST CRUSTACEAN IN THE WORLD.

- WELL, I GUESS THAT EXPLAINS THIS.

- HMM.

LOOKS LIKE HIM AND PATRICK ARE TRYING

TO HORDE THE LOT FOR THEMSELVES.

- COME ON, SQUIDWARD.

WE'’RE GONNA LET THOSE TWO DINGALINGS

LEAD US STRAIGHT TO THE MAUNA LOA.

- ACTUALLY, I HAVE A HOT DATE WITH MY TOENAIL CLIPPER TONIGHT.

BUT HAVE FUN WITH THAT.

- HEY, PATRICK, DO YOU THINK WE GAVE AWAY TOO MUCH

ABOUT OUR SECRET HIDEOUT?

- OH, GEE, SPONGEBOB.

WHO CARES IF EVERYONE KNOWS ABOUT OUR SECRET HIDEOUT?

- DOESN'’T THAT MAKE THE SECRET HIDEOUT

A LITTLE LESS SECRET-Y?

- WELL, NO.

IT'’S JUST A SECRET THAT EVERYBODY KNOWS ABOUT.

[leaves rustling]

[dramatic music]

WHAT'’S WRONG, SPONGEBOB?

- JUST AS I THOUGHT.

WE'’RE BEING FOLLOWED.

THAT'’S IT.

LOOKS LIKE NO ONE WAS FOLLOWING US

TO THE HIDEOUT AFTER ALL.

- FOUND IT!

- HEY.

WERE YOU FOLLOWING US?

- NO, I JUST SAW THE SIGN.

- [sighs]

- SO YOU THOUGHT YOU COULD HIDE THE TREASURE

FROM OLD MAN KRABS, DID YOU?

- I'’M NOT AWARE OF ANY TREASURE,

BUT I SUPPOSE SINCE YOU'’RE SUCH A NICE BOSS,

YOU CAN HANG OUT AT THE HIDEOUT,

JUST AS LONG AS YOU KEEP IT A SECRET.

[mimicking SpongeBob]

YOU'’RE SUCH A NICE--

YOU EXPECT ME TO BELIEVE THIS MALARKEY?

THE OLD STONEWALL, EH?

WELL, WE'’LL SEE ABOUT THAT.

WHERE'’D YOU TWO BLUNDERERS FIND THE GOLD COIN?

- IF MY EYES WEREN'’T BURNING LIKE THEY WERE FULL OF LAVA,

I COULD SHOW YOU.

- PUSHOVERS.

[laughing]

- I KNEW I'’D FIND IT!

CHECK IT OUT, FELLERS!

COLD, HARD DOUBLOONS!

- UH, YOU MIGHT WANT TO TAKE A CLOSER LOOK AT YOUR COINAGE.

- EH? WHAT'’S THIS?

"TOKEN HAS NO MONETARY VALUE"?

TOKENS?

THIS MUST BE A DECOY.

- AHOY, MR. KRABS.

MAYBE THEY HID THE LOOT OFF-SHIP IN THAT SHED.

- HEE-HEE!

WHAT THE BARNACLES?

IT'’S JUST FULL OF TICKETS.

- WELL, YOU USUALLY DO FIND TICKETS IN A TICKET BOOTH.

- TICKET BOOTH?

- AND WHY ARE THERE HEIGHT RESTRICTIONS ON THE CREW?

- "MUST BE THIS TALL TO RIDE"?

- WELL, MAYBE THEY HAD SOMETHING AGAINST SHORT PEOPLE.

I LIKE THEIR LITTLE CLOTHES.

- "CAPTAIN'’S QUARTERS."

THERE MUST BE SOME TREASURE HERE, MR. KRABS.

- OUT OF ME WAY, BOY.

I KNEW IT.

THE LOST TREASURE OF THE MAUNA LOA

IS FINALLY MINE.

I CAN PRACTICALLY TASTE THEM JEWELS.

THAT WAS A LITTLE LIGHTER THAN I THOUGHT.

HUH?

IT'’S EMPTY.

NO GOOD!

HA HA!

VERY CLEVER, CAP'’N.

THROWING KRABS THE OL'’ RINGER, EH?

HE MUST HAVE A TREASURE MAP OR SOMETHING.

WHERE YOU KEEPING IT?

IN YOUR POCKET?

PLASTIC?

HANG ON A MINUTE.

PLASTIC CAPTAIN, A TICKET BOOTH, TOKENS.

THIS AIN'’T THE WRECK OF THE MAUNA LOA.

IT'’S THE WRECK OF THE MAUNA LOA AMUSEMENT PARK RIDE.

[both gasp]

- NO WONDER WE WERE SO AMUSED.

- WELL, I'’M NOT.

- REMEMBER, YOU'’RE ALWAYS WELCOME BACK

AT THE SECRET HIDEOUT.

- THIS PLACE AIN'’T GOT NO TREASURE.

KEEP YOUR WORTHLESS HUNK OF JUNK.

- OKAY, BUT WOULD YOU MIND

KEEPING THIS WORTHLESS HUNK OF JUNK A SECRET?

WOULDN'’T BE MUCH OF A SECRET

IF WE HAD A MILLION PEOPLE SHOWING UP.

- HO, HO, HO, DON'’T FLATTER YOURSELF.

PEOPLE WANT TO SEE THE REAL THING.

IT'’S NOT LIKE A MILLION PEOPLE JUST SHOW UP

TO AN OLD AMUSEMENT PARK RIDE FOR FUN.

WAIT A MINUTE.

THAT'’S EXACTLY WHAT THEY DO.

HO, HO, HO!

BRACE YOURSELVES, FELLERS.

YOUR HIDEAWAY IS ABOUT TO BECOME

THE WORST-KEPT SECRET IN THE SEA.

- WELCOME TO THE WRECK OF THE MAUNA LOA.

ARR.

HOW MAY I HELP YOU?

- I'’LL TAKE TEN TOKENS, PLEASE.

- STEP RIGHT UP.

DON'’T BE SHY.

EXPERIENCE THE AMUSEMENT AND TERROR

OF THE WRECK OF THE MAUNA LOA.

[crowd hollering]

all: WHOA! WHOA! WHOA! WHOA! WHOA!

- THAT'’S RIGHT, FOLKS,

WE SPARED NO EXPENSE

IN RESTORING THIS CLASSIC SHIP TO ITS FORMER GLORY.

- SORRY, HONEY, BUT YOU'’LL HAVE TO COME BACK

WHEN YOU'’RE A BIG BOY.

- OH, I DISAGREE.

I'’D SAY THE LITTLE FELLER'’S JUST RIGHT.

[laughs]

[all muttering indistinctly]

- IT'’S GONE, PATRICK.

OUR SECRET PARADISE IS GONE FOREVER.

- AND, ALAS, EVEN THE JOYOUS SHRIEKS OF CHILDREN

CANNOT LIFT MY SUNKEN HEART.

- HOW ABOUT ANOTHER RIDE TO CHEER YOU UP?

- LET'’S DO THIS!

[all cheering]

- WHOO-HOO-HOO!

clang!

[all cheering]

[machine powering up]

[crowd screaming]

[laughter]

- WHOA!

- [laughing]

[all gasp]

[all screaming]

[both laughing]

- WHOA!

boom!

both: WHOO!

WHOO! WHOO! WHOO!

[both laughing]

- THAT WAS AWESOME!

- YEAH!

TOTALLY REALISTIC.

- REALISTIC?

THAT REALISM NEARLY COST US OUR LIVES.

- MR. KRABS PUT ALL OUR LIVES IN DANGER

WITH THIS CARELESS CONTRAPTION.

- WHAT WERE YOU THINKING?

OUR LITTLE BOY COULD'’VE BEEN HURT

ON YOUR DISASTER OF A RIDE.

- OKAY, PEOPLE, LET'’S NOT DO ANYTHING WE MIGHT REGRET.

- TOO LATE FOR THAT, KRABS.

- WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?

YOU CAN'’T TAKE ME TO THE POKEY.

- FOR OPERATING A DANGER TO PUBLIC SAFETY I CAN,

AND I WILL.

HONESTLY, I THINK YOU'’LL BE SAFER IN PRISON.

- WELL, BUDDY, I GUESS WE REALLY LOST OUR SECRET HIDEOUT

THIS TIME.

- AND JUST WHEN EVERYONE WAS STARTING

TO FIND OUT ABOUT IT, TOO.

- OH, WHO KNOWS, PATRICK?

THE NEXT FUN, FUN PLACE MIGHT BE JUST AROUND THE CORNER, HUH?

- WELL, I DOUBT IT.

[both screaming]

slam!

"THE REAL MAUNA LOA"?

OOH.

PATRICK, CAN YOU KEEP A SECRET?

- NOPE.

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[lilting ukulele music]

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