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]

[teeth chattering]

[screams]

- WHAT IS IT, BOY?

- [stammering]

- SPONGEBOB?

THERE, THERE, KID.

WHAT'’S THE BIG "D"?

- [stammering] MR. KRABS,

WE'’RE ALL OUT OF KRABBY PATTIES, SIR.

- THAT'’S NOTHING TO FUSS OVER, BOY.

WE'’LL JUST WHIP UP A NEW BATCH, LIKE WE DID IN THE OLD DAYS.

I KNOW THIS PROCESS LIKE THE BACK OF ME CLAW.

WE ALWAYS START WITH...FLOUR.

NEXT, WE ADD BARNACLE SHAVINGS.

IT'’S LIKE RIDING A BOAT CYCLE, AIN'’T IT, BOY?

- YOU NEVER FORGET, BOSS MAN.

- WHAT DO YA SAY WE DO THE NEXT ONE TOGETHER, EH?

SEA SALT. - TURMERIC.

- WHAT ARE YOU ON ABOUT, BOY?

THE THIRD STEP IS ALWAYS SEA SALT.

- THAT'’S FUNNY. I REMEMBER TURMERIC THIRD.

AND DOESN'’T THE RECIPE CALL FOR LAND SALT?

- IT'’S SEA SALT.

AND DON'’T YA REMEMBER SCABS?

- "SCABS," SIR?

- YEAH, S.C.A.B.S., YOU KNOW.

SALT...COMES... AFTER...BARNACLE...SHAVINGS.

OR WAS IT L.E.S.I.O.N.S.?

NO, THAT DOESN'’T SOUND RIGHT EITHER.

- WAS IT WAS "PUSTULE"?

- HEAVENS, NO.

THAT'’S DISGUSTING.

ALL RIGHT, TELL YA WHAT:

WHY DON'’T I JUST GO FETCH THE FORMULA?

WE'’LL SETTLE THIS ONCE AND FOR ALL.

[humming]

- [laughs]

NO NEED TO WONDER ABOUT THIS.

I GOT YOUR FORMULA.

[laughs]

YEE-HAW!

[grunting]

- AREN'’T YOU GETTING A LITTLE TIRED OF THIS, PLANKTON?

- COME ON, KRABS.

DON'’T YOU HAVE ANY RESPECT FOR TRADITION?

- HO, HO, HO.

OF COURSE I DO.

THAT'’S WHY I'’M DOING THIS.

[rocket blasting]

[glass shattering] - [moaning]

- I NEED TO SOMEHOW GET PLANKTON

TO STOP COMING AFTER ME PRECIOUS FORMULA.

- HMM...I KNOW.

TO KEEP GARY OUT OF THE BISCUIT TIN,

I HIDE THE BISCUITS SOMEWHERE FAR AWAY, LIKE PATRICK'’S HOUSE.

UNFORTUNATELY, PATRICK ENDS UP EATING THE BISCUITS ANYWAY.

- SPONGEBOB, THAT'’S IT, YOU GENIUS.

YOU JUST SOLVED ME DECADES-OLD DILEMMA.

- I'’M WARNING YOU, MR. KRABS,

PATRICK WILL EAT ANYTHING YOU GIVE HIM.

- BREAKING NEWS: EARLIER TODAY, MR. EUGENE KRABS,

PROPRIETOR OF THE KRUSTY KRAB RESTAURANT,

PARTED WITH HIS BELOVED SECRET FORMULA.

WE NOW GO TO PERCH PERKINS, LIVE ON THE SCENE.

- THANKS, ELAINE.

JUST MOMENTS AGO,

EUGENE KRABS SENT HIS FAMOUSLY DELICIOUS

SECRET KRABBY PATTY FORMULA PACKING.

- TAKE CARE OF YERSELF, LITTLE FORMULER.

[sirens blaring]

- GOOD-BYE, SECRET RECIPE.

- WE WANTED TO ASK MR. EUGENE KRABS

WHAT COMPELLED HIM TO TAKE SUCH DRASTIC MEASURES.

- WELL, IT'’S SIMPLE, PERCH.

IT SEEMS KEEPING ME SECRET FORMULA AT HAND

HAS PROVEN TO BE ALL TOO TEMPTING

FOR A CERTAIN DIMINUTIVE,

ONE-EYED CRIMINAL ELEMENT OF SOCIETY.

- SO I FINALLY GOT HIM IN FULL RETREAT.

[maniacal laughter]

- ALL RIGHT, BOY, LET'’S GET BACK TO MAKING THEM PATTIES.

- I BELIEVE WE WERE AT TURMERIC.

- BOY, I THOUGHT I TOLD YA--

- OH, NO. WE FORGOT TO LOOK AT THE--

- FORMULER, YEAH.

- AND THAT FORMULA IS...

- ON THE OPPOSITE SIDE OF THE OCEAN, YEAH.

[groans]

AND NOW I'’VE GOT TO GO ALL THE WAY THERE TO GET IT.

- MR. KRABS?

I'’LL DO IT.

SEND ME TO RETRIEVE THAT FORMULA.

- THINK YOU'’RE UP FOR THE CHALLENGE?

- UH-HUH.

- WELL, ALL RIGHT, THEN.

THE FORMULER IS NOW STOWED IN A SAFE DEPOSIT BOX

IN THE OCEAN'’S LARGEST, SAFEST BANK

IN WAYFAROUT TOWNVILLE.

- AH, AND THAT'’S THE KEY TO THE BOX, EH, MR. KRABS?

- THIS?

NO, THIS IS THE KEY TO ME HEART.

THIS IS THE SAFE DEPOSIT BOX KEY.

- OH, THANK YOU, MISTER-- - NOT SO FAST, KID.

I WANT YOU TO PROTECT THIS AT ALL COSTS.

YOU MUSTN'’T LET IT OUT OF YOUR SIGHT.

I NOW BESTOW UNTO YOU THE KEY TO THE FUTURE OF THE KRUSTY KRAB.

- I HUMBLY ACCEPT THIS KEY

AND VOW TO GUARD IT WITH MY VERY LIFE.

IT SHAN'’T LEAVETH MINE SIGHT.

- GOOD, LET'’S GET YOU OVER TO THE TRAIN STATION.

- THIS IS TOO EASY.

KAREN, I'’M OFF ON A BUSINESS TRIP.

DON'’T WAIT UP FOR ME, BABY.

- THE OCEANIC EXPRESS.

[train whistle blows]

WISH ME LUCK.

- REMEMBER WHAT I TOLD YOU, BOY.

KEEP YOUR EYE ON THE KEY.

- I CAN TAKE YOUR LUGGAGE, SIR.

PLEASE FOLLOW ME.

- WOW, A REAL-LIFE BUTLER.

- I AM NOT A BUTLER.

- ALL ABOARD.

- BYE, MR. KRABS.

- GOOD LUCK, ME BOY.

DON'’T LET ME DOWN.

[train whistle blows]

[wheels creaking]

- WAIT!

WAIT FOR ME!

UGH. BARNACLES.

I KNEW I SHOULD HAVE SPRUNG FOR A TAXI.

CURSE YOU, PUBLIC TRANSPORT.

WHY, I OUGHT TO--

[tires squealing]

OH, NOW THEY'’RE ON TIME.

[moaning]

- YOUR SLEEPING QUARTERS.

crash!

I TRUST EVERYTHING IS TO YOUR LIKING.

- COULDN'’T BE BETTER, BUTLER.

- [clears throat]

PERHAPS MONSIEUR DID NOT HEAR ME.

I TRUST EVERYTHING IS TO YOUR...LIKING?

- OH, OH, YES, OF COURSE.

HOW SILLY OF ME.

- AN HONEST MISTAKE, MONSIEUR.

- THANK YOU, MY GOOD MAN.

I'’VE BEEN HUNTING FOR A TRASH CAN FOR AT LEAST TEN MINUTES.

THANKS AGAIN, FRENCH GUY.

- PEEKABOO.

- HEY, PATRICK, REMEMBER,

WE'’RE ON AN IMPORTANT MISSION HERE,

SO KEEP YOUR EYES OPEN FOR ANY SUSPICIOUS CHARACTERS.

- SPONGEBOB, DOES THAT GUY LOOK SUSPICIOUS TO YOU?

I THINK HE MIGHT BE SPYING ON US.

HEY, WHERE'’D HE GO?

ALL THIS SUSPICION IS MAKING ME HUNGRY.

- WELL, THEN FOLLOW ME TO THE DINING CAR.

- [grunting]

LOOKS LIKE IT'’S STARTING TO ROLL MY WAY FOR A CHANGE,

AND NOTHING DARE STAND IN MY WAY!

[horn honking] UH-OH.

crash!

[horn honking]

I KNEW I'’D MAKE IT.

- OOH, FANCY. - YEAH.

AND THEY GIVE YOU SO MUCH FOOD, YOU NEED TWO FORKS.

[baby crying]

- OH, WHAT A CUTE LITTLE BABY.

NO NEED TO FUSS, LITTLE FELLA.

- I JUST CAN'’T GET HIM TO STOP CRYING, THE POOR DEAR.

[baby crying]

- HI AGAIN, KIND BUTLER.

- [groans]

SO SORRY, MONSIEUR. THE DINING CAR IS CLOSED NOW.

- BUT WE HAVEN'’T EVEN HEARD THE SPECIAL YET.

- NO, THE DINING CAR IS OVER FOR YOU.

YOU MUST LEAVE NOW.

- [grunts]

OH, SORRY, MA'’AM.

- THAT'’S QUITE ALL RIGHT, HANDSOME.

- HUH. FRIENDLY LADY.

WELL, PATRICK, WE BETTER FIND A SAFE PLACE

TO STORE THIS FOR THE NIGHT.

- WHAT IS THAT?

- THAT, MY DEAR PATRICK, IS-- THE KEY!

PATRICK, WHERE'’S THE KEY?

OH, NO! I TOOK A SOLEMN OATH.

- [grumbling]

- PLANKTON, YOU STOLE THE SAFETY DEPOSIT KEY!

- OH, COME ON. I JUST GOT HERE.

I COULDN'’T HAVE STOLEN IT...YET.

- OH, YEAH?

WELL, NO OFFENSE, BUT I DON'’T BELIEVE YOU.

- YOU CALLING ME A LIAR?

- YES.

SEARCH HIM, PATRICK.

- WITH PLEASURE. [glove snaps]

PREPARE FOR A THOROUGH SEARCH, SHORTY.

- OH, DREAD.

- AFTER I SCRUB THIS BOWL.

ALL RIGHT, PLANKTON,

TIME TO SQUEEZE THE KEY OUT OF YOU.

- [gasps]

[nut crunching]

- MMM, AFTER MY TASTY SNACK.

- [panting]

[screams]

- HE'’S CLEAN.

- [grunts]

I TOLD YOU I WASN'’T LYING.

- WELL, IF YOU DIDN'’T STEAL IT, THEN WHO DID?

MUST HAVE BEEN SOMEONE ON THIS TRAIN.

PATRICK, CALL THE COPS.

- COPS, I NEED YOU!

all: WE WANT KRABBY PATTIES!

WE WANT KRABBY PATTIES!

WE WANT KRABBY PATTIES!

WE WANT KRABBY PATTIES!

WE WANT KRABBY PATTIES!

- JUST GIVE ME A PATTY, MAN.

- FOR THE LAST TIME, WE'’RE OUT OF PATTIES.

[all yelling at once]

NO NEED TO GET EXCITED, NOW.

- WE WANT OUR PATTIES, MAN.

[sparks crackling]

- THAT'’S KRUSTY KRAB PROPERTY.

- [growling]

- THAT'’S A LOAD-BEARING COLUMN.

HURRY, SPONGEBOB.

- AS YOU KNOW,

AN UNSPEAKABLE CRIME HAS BEEN COMMITTED HERE TODAY,

AND EACH OF YOU HAD THE MEANS TO DO IT.

THE QUESTION IS, WHO?

YOU THERE.

YOU'’RE NOT FOOLING ME WITH THAT INNOCENT ACT.

WHERE WERE YOU AT 6:42 P.M. ON THE NIGHT OF JANUARY 16TH?

AND DON'’T YOU GIVE ME THAT "GOO-GOO, GA-GA" STUFF.

- OH, BROTHER.

- MR. POLICE COMMISSIONER?

- YES, MR. SQUAREPANTS?

- I SUB--

I SUBMIT TO YOU THAT THE PERPETRATOR

OF THIS HEINOUS THEFT IS NONE OTHER THAN...

THE NANNY.

- [laughs nervously]

I HAVEN'’T STOLEN A THING.

- SIR, IF YOU SEARCH THIS BABY'’S DIAPER,

YOU'’LL FIND THE STOLEN KEY.

- YES, MR. SQUAREPANTS.

HMM.

[metal clanking] AHA!

- THE KEY.

- AT LAST, I FOUND IT!

- EH?

- THANK YOU, MR. SQUAREPANTS.

YOU UNCOVERED NEPTUNE'’S JEWEL OF THE SEA

AND NABBED THE INFAMOUS JEWEL TRIPLETS GANG.

- TRIPLETS?

- I TOLD YOU TAKING THE TRAIN WAS A MISTAKE.

- WELL, WE WOULDN'’T BE ON THE LAM

IF YOU HADN'’T APPLIED FOR THAT DISCOUNT CARD.

- WHOA, CAN I HELP IT IF I'’M FRUGAL?

- TELL IT TO YOUR CELLMATE, JUNIOR.

- IF THEY DIDN'’T DO IT,

THAT MEANS THE KEY WAS STOLEN BY...

THE BUTLER!

- UGH.

I CERTAINLY DID NOT.

- WE KNOW YOU DID IT.

THE BUTLER ALWAYS COMMITS THE CRIME.

- FOR THE LAST TIME, I AM NOT A BUTLER.

I DON'’T EVEN HAVE THE BUTLER ACCENT.

- YOU MAY NOT BE A BUTLER,

BUT ARE YOU A WEREWOLF?

[wolf howling]

- [grunting]

[snarling]

[howling]

[snarling]

- OKAY, BUTLER,

YOU MAY HAVE HOODWINKED THE SPONGE,

BUT I AIN'’T NO PUSHOVER.

AH.

- SORRY.

[chomping]

- ANYWAY, SINCE YOU DIDN'’T STEAL THE KEY,

THEN YOU'’D OBVIOUSLY SUBMIT TO A SEARCH OF YOUR CABIN.

- I DO NOT HAVE A CABIN.

I SLEEP ON THE LUGGAGE.

- AHA! THAT'’S HOW YOU STOLE IT.

GIVE IT TO ME. GIVE ME THE KEY.

- NEED I REMIND YOU, PLANKTON,

THAT YOU ARE STILL A SUSPECT YOURSELF?

- UH, I MEAN GIVE SPONGEBOB BACK THE KEY.

- I DON'’T BELIEVE EITHER OF YOU.

SHAKE '’EM DOWN.

[change clinking]

- [grunts]

[grunts]

[gasps]

UGH.

- NOTHING SUSPICIOUS HERE,

EXCEPT FOR THE FACT THAT YOU HAVE JUST OUTED

ORIN J. ROUGHY, INTERNATIONAL FUGITIVE

WANTED FOR THE EMBEZZLEMENT OF OVER 75,000 BUCKS'’ WORTH OF...

HAM SANDWICHES.

- [screams]

- [squeaks]

AFTER ALL THIS, I STILL HAVEN'’T FOUND THE KEY,

AND I BROKE MY VOW TO MR. KRABS.

I DON'’T DESERVE TO WORK AT THE KRUSTY KRAB.

- DON'’T WORRY, BUDDY. I'’M SURE IT'’LL TURN UP.

- THE KEY!

PATRICK, WHERE IN THE OCEAN'’S DEPTHS DID YOU FIND IT?

- I FOUND IT WHEN I WAS CLEANING YOUR SHORTS

FROM YOUR LITTLE "ACCIDENT" EARLIER.

- WELL, THAT IS GREAT NEWS.

- [yawning] ANYWAYS...

I'’M GONNA HIT THE SACK.

I'’M POOPED.

I'’M SURE YOU CAN RELATE.

- UH...YEAH, ME TOO.

[train whistle blowing]

- ME THREE.

[train engine chugging]

[both grunting]

- EXCUSE ME. - HEY.

WOULD YOU MIND SCOOCHING OVER?

I CAN'’T EVEN MOVE MY EYEBROWS.

- I'’M TRYING.

SHEESH, THIS ISN'’T EXACTLY A LUXURY SUITE.

- HERE, MAYBE I CAN HELP.

[both panting]

- AH, FRESH WATER.

- WHAT A COOL VIEW.

- YEAH, HAVE A BETTER LOOK.

[both screaming]

[both grunting]

AND THANKS FOR THE KEY.

[maniacal laughter]

- WELL, I GUESS HE LOST US.

YOU READY TO CALL IT A DAY, SPONGEBOB?

GUESS NOT.

- OKAY, PATRICK, ON THE COUNT OF THREE,

WE'’LL JUMP ON, OKAY?

- GOT YA, PAL.

OH, WAIT, I CAN'’T COUNT THAT HIGH.

CAN WE JUST JUMP ON THE COUNT OF ONE?

- THAT'’LL WORK TOO.

OKAY, ON THE COUNT OF-- WHAT THE--

- GREAT. NOW WHAT?

- PATRICK, HOP UP ON MY BACK.

- WELL, I DON'’T THINK THIS IS THE RIGHT TIME

FOR A PIGGYBACK RIDE.

- JUST DO IT. - OKAY.

BUT I DON'’T SEE HOW THIS IS GOING TO GET US ANY CLOSER

TO THAT-- [screaming]

ARE YOU CRAZY?

[screaming]

PLEASE, I'’M SORRY FOR ANY GRIEF I'’VE CAUSED YOU.

DON'’T DO IT, PLEASE!

[grunts]

HEY.

WE'’RE FLYING.

- HERE YA GO, BUDDY.

[feet stomping]

OH, PLANKTON?

- YOU CAN'’T HIDE FOREVER.

[both grunt]

- LOOKS LIKE YOU'’VE GOT A LOT ON YOUR MIND.

- ALL RIGHT, PLANKTON, END OF THE LINE.

PLANKTON?

- OVER HERE, CHOO-CHOO HEADS.

[maniacal laughter]

[grunting]

- WELL, THAT WAS ODD.

- YEAH, AND PLANKTON STILL HAS THE KEY.

[engine chugging]

[pounding]

PATRICK, WE'’VE GOT A BIG PROBLEM.

LOOK.

- HEY, WHERE ARE ALL THOSE... SHINY TUBES?

- THAT'’S JUST IT, PATRICK.

THEY AREN'’T THERE.

- HMM.

IN THAT CASE...

[both screaming]

- HEY, WHAT'’S GOING ON?

- I GOT PLACES TO BE.

- LET'’S GO, ALREADY.

- IT'’S TOO EASY.

[engine chugging]

[both screaming]

- PATRICK, WE HAVE TO STOP THIS THING.

GO SEE IF YOU CAN DO SOMETHING WITH THAT STUFF.

I'’LL TRY TO GET THE DOOR OPEN.

- WHAT DO I DO? WHAT DO I DO?

B-R-A-K-E.

BRAKE.

I CAN DO THAT.

WELL, SPONGEBOB, I THINK OUR TROUBLES ARE OVER.

- [screams]

YOU BROKE THE BREAK?

- IT TOLD ME TO.

- WHAT WILL WE DO NOW?

OH, ONE OF THESE THING-A-MA-WHOSIES

HAS TO STOP THE TRAIN.

PATRICK, TRY SOMETHING!

- I'’M ON IT.

MAYBE SHOVELING IN THESE BLACK ROCKS WILL HELP.

[flames whooshing]

[engine chugging faster]

[both screaming]

[electronic beeping]

- [over radio] HELP US! - PLEASE HELP US!

both: WE'’RE ON AN OUT-OF-CONTROL TRAIN!

- [spits]

THIS IS CENTRAL CONTROL TO ENGINE FIVE.

DO YOU COPY? - OH, WELL, YES SIR, I COPY.

I'’M SPONGEBOB, AND I'’M ON AN OUT-OF-CONTROL TRAIN.

- KID, LET ME TALK TO THE ENGINEER.

- UMM...WHO?

- THE GUY DRIVING THE TRAIN.

- OH, UM...THAT WOULD BE ME.

AND PATRICK'’S HERE TOO.

SAY HI TO THE NICE GENTLEMAN, PATRICK.

- HI.

- OH, THE BACK OF THE TRAIN IS GONE!

- OH, NO.

THAT TRAIN'’S HEADED STRAIGHT FOR THE REST HOME.

AND THAT MEANS-- - MEANS WHAT? MEANS WHAT?

WHAT DOES THAT MEAN, MISTER?

- IT MEANS THAT TRAIN IS COMING RIGHT THROUGH THAT--

crash!

BEWARE THE TWISTED TRESTLES, KID.

- WHAT IS THAT?

- THAT'’S THAT.

- [screaming]

[both screaming]

[both laughing]

both: THAT WAS FUN.

- YEAH, NOW, WHERE WERE WE?

OH, YEAH.

I'’LL SAVE US.

[panting]

[panting]

ICE-COLD LEMONADE.

GET YOUR ICE-COLD, TASTY, REFRESHING,

AND ALSO ICE-COLD-- HEY.

EVERYONE STOPS FOR FREE LEMONADE!

[panting]

- ATTABOY, PATRICK.

DON'’T GIVE-- [screaming]

- I'’M A HERO!

crash!

[metal scraping]

HEY, WAIT FOR ME.

[panting]

[grunting]

HEY, SPONGEBOB.

[engine chugging]

- WHOA!

[both screaming]

[rocks shattering]

[engine chugging]

- THERE'’S A TRAIN BEHIND YOU.

- HOW MANY TIMES YOU THINK I'’M FALLING FOR THAT ONE?

- HEY, WOULD YOU QUIT MESSING AROUND?

YOU'’RE MAKING ME SICK.

- [stammering]

[brakes squealing]

[both screaming]

- HEY.

both: WHEW.

- SORRY, OLDSTERS.

WE'’D LOVE TO STAY AND HELP YOU CLEAN UP THE MESS,

BUT WE'’VE GOT A FORMULA TO SAVE.

[train whistle blowing]

[wheels grinding]

[engine chugging]

- HMM...

T-H-R-O-T-T-L-E.

BREAK!

HA, I CAN DO THAT.

[grunting]

[metal snapping]

YOU DIDN'’T NEED THIS, DID YOU?

[train whistle blows]

- [laughing melodically]

[humming]

COME TO PAPA.

AT LAST, MY DAY OF TRIUMPH HAS COME.

AGAIN.

- WELL, WELL.

- WHAT?

BUT--BUT HOW?

- YOU HONESTLY DIDN'’T THINK I WOULD'’VE LEFT YOU

OUT OF THIS ELABORATE EQUATION, DID YA?

- I CAN EXPLAIN, EUGENE.

I WAS JUST KEEPING IT WARM FOR YA, YEAH.

- SURE. I BELIEVE YA.

SAY, SINCE YOU WENT THROUGH ALL THE TROUBLE OF GETTING HERE...

THERE YOU GO, PLANKTON.

ENJOY THE SCENERY.

HEY, WHERE'’D HE GO?

- CHECKMATE, KRABS.

[maniacal laughter]

crash!

[whimpering]

- GOOD JOB, BOY-O.

- I SIMPLY REFUSE TO FAIL, SIR.

- [clears throat]

THAT'’S ALL VERY WONDERFUL,

BUT WOULD YOU MIND TELLING ME HOW YOU INTEND TO PAY

FOR THE DAMAGE TO THE BANK?

- EH...

YOU KNOW, I JUST REMEMBERED

I'’M LATE FOR A VERY IMPORTANT MEETING.

TAKE CARE OF IT, WILL YA, BOY?

- NOT SO FAST, KRABS.

LOOKS LIKE YOU'’VE GOT JUST ENOUGH IN YOUR BANK ACCOUNT

TO COVER THE COST.

- NO!

- AND THAT WAS THE STORY OF THE GREAT TRAIN CAPER.

DIDN'’T YA FIND IT EXCITING?

- [shushing]

I JUST BEAT MY HIGH SCORE.

OH, YEAH.

- EH, KIDS TODAY.

[snoring]

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[lilting ukulele music]

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