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]

- AFTER YOU.

- OH, THANK YOU, PATRICK.

- MY TURN.

- NEATO.

WATCH THIS.

- WOW.

- [yawning]

- [snoring]

[bubble pops] OH! OH!

MONOSODIUM GLUTAMATE!

- YOU KNOW, PATRICK, [sniffs]

WE SHOULD SPICE UP OUR BUBBLE BLOWING.

- YEAH, YEAH.

SPICE.

NO SPICE.

HMM.

[grunting]

HOT SAUCE!

[spits]

SPICY BUBBLES.

- [squeals]

HMM.

[screams]

[laughs]

- [screams]

I WONDER IF HOT SAUCE IS BAD FOR OUR EYES.

Both: NAH.

[laughter]

[both screaming]

[laughter]

- [humming]

[sighs]

20 YEARS OF PAINSTAKING CARE

AND MY BONSAI PORTRAIT IS ALMOST COMPLETE.

OH! OH, MY. WHAT'S THIS?

I MISSED A SPOT.

NOT TO WORRY.

YOU'LL BE PERFECT SOON.

AS PERFECT AS ME.

HMM.

[SpongeBob and Patrick yell]

OH, LOOK WHAT I'VE DONE!

[crying] OH, NO!

- SQUIDWARD.

- WHAT? WHAT? WHO SAID THAT?

- IT'S ME, YOUR BONSAI, SQUIDWARD.

WILL YOU GRANT ME MY FINAL REQUEST?

- UM, OF COURSE. WHAT... WHAT... WHAT IS IT?

- AVENGE ME.

- "AVENGE ME"?

[grunting]

SPONGEBOB.

[both screaming]

[laughter]

- I MUST HAVE MORE.

- YOU WANT MORE?

- SPONGEBOB, YOU MORON!

YOU'VE RUINED MY BON...

SAI.

[explosion]

- LET'S GO TO SANDY'S.

SANDY! SANDY!

CHECK OUT THESE NEW SPICY BUBBLES

THAT PATRICK INVENTED.

- YEAH, I THINKED IT UP WITH MY OWN HEAD.

NOW I'M AS SMART AS SANDY.

- MAYBE EVEN SMARTER.

- SMARTER, HUH?

WELL, I'D LOVE TO TRY OUT YOUR NEW FANCY BUBBLES, PATRICK,

BUT I'VE GOT TO FIX THESE AIR LINES TO MY TREE DOME.

THEY'RE ALL CLOGGED UP AND THE LACK OF FRESH AIR

IS MAKING ME WOOZY.

- WHY DON'T YOU JUST BREATHE WATER LIKE A SMART PERSON?

[breathing heavily]

GUESS YOU'RE JUST TOO DUMB.

- I KNOW, SANDY.

I'LL USE THESE SPICY BUBBLES.

THEY'LL CLEAN OUT YOUR PIPES FOR YOU.

- THAT'S SWEET OF YOU, SPONGEBOB,

BUT A BUNCH OF LITTLE OLD BUBBLES

AIN'T GONNA CLEAR THESE AIR LINES.

[gasps]

- OOPS.

- I'LL TAR AND FEATHER YOU NINCOMPOOPS LATER.

MY SUIT'S AIR SUPPLY IS NEARING EMPTY.

LUCKILY, I HAVE JUST ENOUGH AIR IN MY SUBMARINE

TO GET TO THE SURFACE AND REFILL MY AIR TANKS.

- WHEW! THANK GOODNESS.

ALLOW ME TO GET THE DOOR.

- EVEN I KNEW THAT WAS DUMB.

- OH, NO! I ONLY HAVE A FEW MINUTES OF AIR LEFT.

I'M FAR TOO DIZZY ALREADY.

YOU HAVE TO DRIVE, SPONGEBOB.

- [cheers]

HOW'S SANDY DOING BACK THERE?

- NOT SURE. LET ME CHECK.

[alarm beeping] - [gasps]

- HI THERE, PATTY-PAT-PAT-PAT-PATRICK.

CAREFUL WHERE YOU'RE BREATHING!

YOU DON'T WANT TO DISTURB THE SUB-ATOMIC PARTICLE RODEO.

YEEHAW, MICRO-DOGGIES!

ROPE THEM MOLECULES.

- SHE'S TOTALLY LOSING IT!

- [grunts] ARE THERE COBWEBS ON MY FACE?

'CAUSE IT FEELS LIKE THERE'S COBWEBS ON MY FACE.

- NEVER MIND.

SHE SEEMS FINE.

- HOLD ON JUST A LITTLE LONGER, SANDY.

WE'RE ALMOST THERE.

I CAN SEE SUNLIGHT.

HORRIBLE, DEHYDRATING SUNLIGHT. [groans]

- GIVE ME THAT WHEEL, SQUAREBUTT!

I KNOW A SHORTCUT.

[all exclaiming]

- MAKE SURE AND HOLD HER TIGHT, PATRICK.

- WELL, DON'T WORRY, SHE'S NOT GOING ANYWHERE.

- YOU TASTE LIKE GLASS.

- BLAH, FRESH AIR.

LET'S HURRY UP AND GET THIS OVER WITH.

- GET WHAT OVER WITH?

- WHERE'S SANDY? - I THOUGHT SHE WAS WITH YOU.

- UH-OH. [rumbling]

- HANG ON, FELLAS!

I GOT A HANKERING FOR A KRABBY PATTY.

[screaming]

- SANDY, WHAT ARE YOU DOING?

THE AIR IS UP THERE.

- YEAH, YEAH, RIGHT AFTER I GRAB A QUICK BITE AT THE KRUSTY KRAB.

YEEHAW! [both yelling]

OH, WELL, I GUESS I WON'T BE NEEDING THIS ANYMORE.

- NO, SANDY, YOU NEED AIR, NOT FOOD.

- HEY! WHAT'S GOING ON OUT HERE?

- MR. KRABS, SANDY'S RUN OUT OF THAT CRAZY AIR STUFF

THAT SHE NEEDS TO BREATHE!

WE HAVE TO FIND SOME RIGHT NOW,

OR SHE'LL BE HEADED FOR THE LAST ROUNDUP.

- WELL, OKAY, I SUPPOSE I CAN'T HAVE HER CROAKING

AT THE KRUSTY KRAB.

HEH, BE BAD FOR BUSINESS.

ALL RIGHT, LET'S SEE HERE. HMM, OXYGEN.

O2, I BELIEVE.

GOOD OLD ATOMIC NUMBER EIGHT.

- [groans]

- UH, UH, HEY! EVERYONE LOOK.

THERE'S SOME AIR BUBBLES TRAPPED ON THE CEILING.

- BUT HOW ARE YOU GONNA GET THEM DOWN?

- NEVER FEAR, I KNOW WHAT TO DO.

WE CAN USE THESE STRAWS TO SUCK THE BUBBLES DOWN.

- WAIT A MINUTE, THOSE STRAWS COST ME MONEY.

- OH, DON'T WORRY, MR. KRABS, I'LL PUT THEM ALL BACK.

- HURRY UP, SPONGEBOB. I'M NO DOCTOR,

BUT I DON'T THINK SQUIRRELS ARE SUPPOSED TO BE BLUE.

- OKAY, I'M READY.

- JUST A LITTLE BIT FURTHER.

OKAY, GOT IT.

- HURRY UP, PATRICK.

- [sucking]

- MM-MM.

- LOOKS LIKE HER COLOR'S COMING BACK.

- THAT'S GOOD, BUT IS IT GONNA BE GOOD ENOUGH?

MR. KRABS, YOU MUST HAVE SOME SPARE OXYGEN!

SQUIDWARD ALWAYS SAYS YOU'RE FULL OF HOT AIR.

- I SAY WHAT?

- SO YOU THINK I'M FULL OF HOT AIR, DO YOU?

WELL, IN THIS CASE, YOU'RE RIGHT.

THERE'S USUALLY AN AIR BUBBLE OR TWO TRAPPED INSIDE MY SHELL.

GO AHEAD. DON'T BE SHY.

- [gasps]

- DADDY, THERE'S A SUBMARINE ON THE ROOF.

OH. YOU SEEM KIND OF BUSY.

MAYBE I SHOULD COME BACK LATER.

- NO, PEARL, DON'T GO.

YOU'RE A MAMMAL, RIGHT?

- YEAH, I-I GUESS SO.

- AND YOU BREATHE AIR, RIGHT?

- SURE. MY NOSE IS FULL OF IT.

- YOU'VE GOT TO HELP SANDY!

SHE NEEDS TO SHARE YOUR AIR.

- I GUESS US MAMMALS HAVE TO STICK TOGETHER.

- OKAY, HOLD STILL. THIS MAY PINCH A LITTLE.

OKAY, PEARL, LET 'ER RIP!

- [inhaling deeply]

- NOW JUST KEEP HER BREATHING, PEARL.

COME WITH ME, PATRICK.

I HAVE AN IDEA THAT WILL FIX EVERYTHING.

I'M GONNA GO UP TO THE SURFACE TO GET SOME AIR.

WHEN I TUG ON THIS ROPE, YOU PULL ME DOWN.

- BUT HOW YOU GONNA GET UP THERE?

- I'LL USE THIS TANK OF OXYGEN AS A MAKESHIFT ROCKET.

- AN OXYGEN TANK?

GREAT IDEA, BUDDY!

- I KNOW.

WISH ME LUCK, OLD FRIEND.

- SQUAREPANTS, I SALUTE YOU.

[triumphant music]

♪

- OKAY, SPONGEBOB, IT'S TIME TO CATCH A BREATH... FOR SANDY!

SO FRESH IT HURTS.

OKAY, PATRICK, PULL ME DOWN.

- HEY! WHO DID THAT?

HEY! A GHOST! [screams]

- YEAH, HERE WE GO.

- [screaming]

- WELCOME BACK, SANDY.

- I'M ALIVE?

AND THE TREE DOME'S FULL OF AIR?

AND SORT OF DRY?

HOW'D YOU FELLAS PULL IT OFF?

- OH, YOU COULD SAY WE HAD A LITTLE HELP FROM A BIG BUBBLE.

[laughter]

- HMM.

IN CASE YOU FORGOT, IT WAS BUBBLES

THAT GOT US INTO THIS MESS IN THE FIRST PLACE.

I DON'T WANT YOU BLOWING ANY MORE BUBBLES AROUND MY HOUSE.

Both: UH-OH.

- [humming]

OH, BOY, I CAN'T WAIT TO SHOW SANDY MY NEW KARATE MOVE.

[laughs]

OH, SANDY!

[gasps] SANDY'S IN TROUBLE!

DON'T WORRY, SANDY, I'M COMING TO SAVE YOU.

- TRY AGAIN, SANDY. YOUR KICK SHOULD FLY HIGHER.

[rumbling] - [yelling]

YAA!

- WHO IS THIS INTRUDER THAT FAILS TO ATTACK ME?

- THAT'S MY FRIEND,

SPONGEBOB SQUAREPANTS.

- WHOA. WHAT WAS THAT STENCH?

- THAT WAS WHAT WE IN KARATE CALL

"THE SMELL OF DEATH."

- YOU KNOW KARATE?

- HE DOESN'T JUST KNOW KARATE,

HE ISKARATE.

THIS HERE IS THE LEGENDARY KARATE MASTER FUZZY ACORNS.

FUZZY'S HERE TO TEST ME FOR THE HIGHEST BELT IN KARATE.

- BUT SANDY, YOU ALREADY HAVE A BLACK BELT.

- YES, BUT THERE'S ONE EVEN HIGHER THAN THAT.

THE BLACKER BELT.

- GEE, WISH I HAD A KARATE BELT.

- IF YOU WANT A BELT, YOU MUST EARN IT.

- OKAY, HOW DO I DO THAT?

- DO YOU GOT COTTON IN YOUR EYES?

WHAT DO YOU THINK I'M HERE FOR? - HUH?

- I AM THE MIGHTY OAK

AND YOU ARE BUT A SAPLING.

- I'M SORRY, I-I'M CONFUSED.

- I'M HERE TO SEPARATE THE WHEAT FROM THE CHAFF.

NO? - UH-UH.

- OH, THAT LAST ONE USUALLY WORKS.

- WHAT FUZZY'S TRYING TO SAY IS THAT HE'S HERE TO JUDGE

WHETHER ANYONE'S WORTHY OF GETTING A KARATE BELT OR NOT.

- BUT HOW CAN ANYONE EVER TRULY KNOW

WHETHER HE OR SHE IS WORTHY?

- IT IS SIMPLE.

I CONDUCT A SERIES OF TESTS

AND IF YOU PASS, I WILL GIVE YOU A BELT

THAT SHOWS YOU KNOW KARATE.

THE FIRST TEST IS SIMPLE.

SPLIT A LOG WITH ONE HAND CHOP, LIKE SO.

YOUR TURN, KARATE MAN.

- MM-HM, YEAH, OKAY.

- PLEASE PROCEED.

- OKAY, PREPARE TO SEE THE SPLIT OF YOUR LIFE!

- MASTERY OF THIS TEST

WILL SHOW ME YOU'RE READY FOR THE NEXT LEVEL OF KARATE-DOM.

HIYA! [shouting]

ALL RIGHT. YOUR TURN.

- AND TURN I WILL. [laughs]

- JUST DO THE THING WITH THE THING PLEASE.

[piano keys trilling]

♪

- [screams]

[crash]

- WE SHALL SETTLE THIS ON THE BATTLEFIELD TOMORROW.

YOU TWO WILL FIGHT EACH OTHER.

IF I SEE YOU HAVE THE SKILL OF REAL HAND-TO-HAND COMBAT,

I WILL AWARD YOU WITH KARATE BELTS.

OTHERWISE YOU GET NOTHING.

- OH, WAIT, SENSEI, HOW...

- NO MORE TALK. ONLY DO.

- BETTER RUN ON HOME AND PRACTICE, SPONGEBOB.

SEE YOU TOMORROW.

[dramatic music]

♪

- [grunts]

HI-YOW!

[panting]

[yelling]

[grunting]

[triumphant yell]

[rooster crowing]

- THE MATCH!

[grunting]

I CAN'T GET OUT OF HERE!

[meows]

THANKS, GARY.

[meows]

- WHERE IS THE SOFT ONE?

THE MATCH STARTS IN...

[muttering] RIGHT NOW!

- HERE. I'M RIGHT HERE.

I HAVE READIED MYSELF

INTO A FULL STATE OF READINESS,

AND I AM READY

TO BE READY.

I'M SO TIRED.

I'M SO TIRED, SO... SO VERY TIRED.

- YOU SURE YOU WANNA DO THIS, BUDDY?

- ENOUGH TALK!

IF YOU WANT YOUR BELT, YOU'RE GONNA HAVE TO TUSSLE IT OUT.

SO LET THE MATCH BEGIN!

[bell ringing]

- ALL RIGHT, BRACE YOURSELF, SANDY,

'CAUSE IT IS ABOUT TO GET ROUGH AND TUMBLE.

- OKAY, SPONGEBOB, YOU GOTTA CATCH ME FIRST!

- [whooping]

- MOST IMPRESSIVE, SANDY,

BUT I AM HERE TO EVALUATE SPONGEBOB.

LET'S SEE WHAT HE CAN DO ON THE OFFENSIVE.

- OW!

OKAY, SANDY. [karate yell]

PREPARE FOR MY FINISHING MOVE.

I CALL IT "THE SLEEPER."

[snoring] - HUH?

- VERY GOOD, SANDY.

YOU PUT YOUR OPPONENT TO SLEEP IN UNDER ONE MINUTE!

- [mutters]

- TOO BAD YOUR OPPONENT DIDN'T PUT UP A FIGHT.

I WAS PREPARED TO GIVE YOU THE LOWEST OF BELTS...

THE CLEAR BELT!

[laughs]

BUT NOW I REALIZE YOU'RE UNFIT TO WEAR A BELT OF ANY KIND.

INCLUDING THE ONE THAT HOLDS UP YOUR PANTS!

- DON'T BE DISAPPOINTED, SPONGEBOB.

A BELT ISN'T THE MOST IMPORTANT THING IN KARATE.

- EASY FOR YOU TO SAY, SANDY.

YOUR PANTS AREN'T DOWN AROUND YOUR ANKLES.

- AND I'M REVOKING YOUR BLACK BELT!

- HEY, YOU CAN'T DO THAT!

- OH, YES, I CAN. FOR WASTING MY TIME

BRINGING ME THIS SORRY EXCUSE FOR A STUDENT!

STICK TO SOMETHING YOU'RE GOOD AT, SON.

- YES, SENSEI.

- THAT WAS PRETTY LOW-DOWN, FUZZY,

THE WAY YOU HUMILIATED MY FRIEND.

- THE SPONGE ONE WILL NEVER EARN HIS BELT.

- I KNOW SPONGEBOB WILL IMPRESS YOU

IF YOU GIVE HIM ONE MORE CHANCE.

- SILENCE! NO MORE CHANCES.

SENSEI NEVER GIVES TWO CHANCES.

IF YOU REALLY WANT TO IMPRESS ME,

SHOW ME WHERE I CAN GET A DECENT MEAL AROUND HERE.

LUNCHTIME APPROACHES.

- [gasps] THAT'S IT!

I'LL TAKE HIM TO THE KRUSTY KRAB,

AND THEN HE MIGHT JUST FIND HIMSELF IMPRESSED

BY A CERTAIN SANDWICH-MAKER.

- WHO ARE YOU TALKING TO?

- COME ON, SPONGEBOB.

WHAT'S WRONG WITH YOU? GET GRILLING!

- SQUIDWARD, I... [sniffs]

I FAILED MY KARATE EXAM.

- WHICH IS EXACTLY WHY I KEEP TELLING YOU

NEVER TRY ANYTHING NEW.

EVER.

STICK TO WHAT YOU'RE GOOD AT! AND STICK TO IT SOON.

- STICK TO WHAT I'M GOOD AT.

HEY, SQUIDWARD'S RIGHT.

- ARE YOU SURE YOU DON'T NEED AN AIR HELMET?

- HEH. THIS WON'T TAKE LONG.

FUZZY HAS TRAINED HIMSELF TO GO HOURS WITHOUT AIR.

- HOW 'BOUT THEM MOVES?

- PRETTY OKAY... FOR A FRY COOK.

- SPONGEBOB, 20 MORE ORDERS HERE.

- 20! GOT IT, SQUIDWARD.

[cheering]

- WELL, THAT SURE TOOK SOME AGILITY.

- SIMPLE PARLOR TRICKS.

YUCK, A KUNG-FU CHARLATAN.

- NOW YOU'RE CONVINCED.

- I'VE SEEN BETTER.

- HEY, SPONGEBOB, I'D LIKE MY PATTY IN TWELFTHS PLEASE.

- TWELFTHS. OKAY.

THERE YOU GO, SANDY.

- HUH?

MAYHAPS SQUISHY-BOY IS MORE SKILLED THAN I FIRST THOUGHT.

- TOLD YA. - NOT SO FAST, SQUIRREL CHEEKS.

THE ONLY WAY TO TRULY KNOW IS TO TEST HIM MYSELF.

[yelling]

- HEY, WAITER, AN EMPTY PLATE?

- [shouting]

- OH, I FORGOT THE FRIES!

- NOW I SEE YOU ARE A SKILLED OPPONENT

WITH THE COLD-BLOODED HEART OF A WARRIOR!

- YOU LITTLE KRABBY PATTIES ARE SO CUTE!

HMM, SOMETHING'S NOT RIGHT HERE.

IT'S THE ONIONS. THEY'VE GONE BAD.

- HE'S ON THE OFFENSIVE.

TIME FOR YOU TO END THIS.

- THAT'S SHOWING HIM, SPONGEBOB.

YOU GONNA GIVE HIM A BELT, FUZZY?

OR HAVE YOU NOT HAD ENOUGH YET?

- YOU BROUGHT ME TO THE DANCE,

BUT THE UNIVERSE IS CUTTING IN.

- HUH? - OKAY, LOOKING GOOD.

- SPONGE-MAN!

SMELL THE VIBRATIONS!

- MAKE THE FRIES! I ALMOST FORGOT.

- MORE PATTIES.

- GRILLING THEM NOW.

YOUR FRIES, SIR.

- [grunts]

- AND YOUR FRIES, SIR.

KETCHUP? OOPS.

GOT IT. OH, FUZZY!

- OH, NO!

- SENSEI FUZZY, ARE YOU OKAY?

- I WAS WRONG ABOUT YOU, SPONGEBOB.

YOU HAVE BESTED FUZZY

WITH YOUR KARATE GREATNESS.

[coughs]

YOU ARE NOW A KARATE MASTER. HERE.

- FOR ME? THANKS, SENSEI FUZZY!

FUZZY, YOU LOOK TERRIBLE!

- [mumbling incoherently]

- SANDY, WHAT'S WRONG WITH FUZZY?

- I KNOW WHAT HE NEEDS.

HE JUST NEEDS THIS.

- [grunting]

NO MORE TALK!

ONLY DO!

SANDY, MY DEAR, FOR HOLDING YOUR OWN AGAINST THE SPONGE,

YOU HAVE TRULY PROVEN YOURSELF WORTHY OF...

THE BLACKER BELT!

Both: THANKS, FUZZY!

- WHY MUST THE UNIVERSE CONFOUND ME SO?

[laughter]