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]

[upbeat tropical music]

[man humming]

♪ ♪

[mellow music]

- [straining]

[babbling]

[groans]

[sniffing]

[sighs]

[gags]

[gasps]

[groans]

[grunts] - [sniffing]

[coughs] How unsavory.

[both gasp] - [grunts]

♪ ♪

- [grunts]

♪ ♪

[groaning]

[swarthy music]

♪ ♪

[babbling]

[overlapping groans]

[all screaming]

- [babbling]

[sniffing] Ow!

[gagging]

[sniffs]

[hollering]

Patrick, when was the last time you took a bath?

- Huh.

I can't think that far behind.

- That is the smelliest smell I have ever smelled.

It's actually quite impressive.

- Why thank you!

- Do you, uh, mind if I take

another whiff? - Take a crack at it.

[sniffs]

[groaning]

[grunts] - Uh, uh-huh.

♪ ♪

[both laughing]

Huh? [sniffing]

[gags, sniffs]

Phew. Nope.

♪ ♪

[sniffs] Nope.

Hmm. [sniffing]

- Hmm? - [deep inhale]

Nope.

- Huh. Can't please everyone.

- Huh.

Huh? What in Sulfur City?

Ah-ha!

[grunts] - [screaming]

♪ ♪

- And don't come back until you've cleaned up your act!

- Oh yeah?

Well, what if I don't clean up my act, huh?

I'm revolting!

[flowers crackling]

[clears throat] I proclaim

a declamation

of stink-dependence!

[trumpets tooting]

Humph.

[goofy music]

♪ ♪

[humming]

♪ ♪

[laughing, hollering]

♪ ♪

[all guffawing]

♪ ♪

[laughing, babbling]

♪ ♪

[cheers]

[humming]

[wheezes]

[gasps]

Oh...

[sniffing]

Ah...

[angelic music]

[laughing]

- The next.., [coughing, gagging]

The next morning.

[foreboding music]

♪ ♪

[burbling]

♪ ♪

[both gagging]

♪ ♪

- [gasps] Oh, Neptune.

- Oh! - I can't breathe!

Thank you, Mother.

- Amazing.

[camera shutter snaps]

[dramatic music]

- Extra, extra!

Filthy Muck spotted in town!

Mysterious smelly figure

terrorizes Bikini Bottom's noses!

- Jumpin' Jehoshaphat!

[overlapping chatter]

- I don't--I don't watch reality, though.

[all screaming]

♪ ♪

- Eh, Filthy Muck.

You don't scare me.

I can't smell.

- [belches]

- My nose ain't work

since the great Sulfur War of '09!

Humph!

[hollers] What are you looking at?

[lighthearted music]

- Oh, I know him!

It's Patrick.

Filthy Muck is Patrick.

Oop.

Oh, that poor repulsive pile of sludge.

All alone without a friend.

I gotta find him. - [groans]

- I gotta help him.

I gotta love him.

[sweeping crescendo]

[all cheering]

- [goofy exclamations]

Shablam.

[nose sniffing] Ah!

[nose barking] Whoa!

[babbling] - See?

I told you this town was pet-friendly.

- Walkies?

- Oh, boy.

[panting, barking]

[nose sniffing]

[nose barking] - [hollers]

[nose barking]

[treacherous music]

[sniffs, groans]

Blegh.

Patrick, are you in there?

- [laughing, babbling]

Yummy. - Oh, Patrick!

- [indistinct mumbling] - [groans]

It's like you've got a force-field

of stink around you.

I can't penetrate it.

[grunts]

♪ ♪

Hmm. Hey, maybe a little

trash-stachio will neutralize the smell

and get my sniffer used to it.

[sniffs] Mm-hmm.

It's working.

Should I call you "Patrick or "Filthy Muck"?

[laughs] I'm gonna call you Filthy Muck.

[laughs] - Mm-hmm.

- And you can call me "Little Yuck."

[both laughing[

- ♪ If you've ever smelled the stink ♪

♪ Of an unwashed dog ♪

♪ Or inhaled the fumes of a gassy bog ♪

♪ If a whiff of rancid rubbish makes your tonsils clench ♪

♪ Well, friend, that's just a hint of Filthy Muck stench ♪

♪ Filthy Muck ♪ - ♪ Filthy Muck ♪

- ♪ Filthy Muck ♪ - ♪ Filthy Muck ♪

♪ And his nauseating buddy Little Yuck ♪

- Pee-ew - ♪ They roam with ♪

♪ The sweaty socks and musky boots ♪

♪ The frolic with the belches and the putrid poots ♪

♪ Living by the code of the stink-filled snoots ♪

♪ They love every aroma just as long as it pollutes ♪

♪ Filthy Muck ♪ - ♪ Filthy Muck ♪

- ♪ Filthy Muck ♪ - ♪ Filthy Muck ♪

- ♪ There's no stink that ever stank so rank ♪

♪ No stagnant mildew half as dank ♪

♪ As the stinky stank of Filthy Muck ♪

♪ And his buddy Little Yuck ♪

[dramatic music]

- Extra, extra! Read all about it!

Filthy Muck finds playmate!

Noses on high alert!

[alarm blaring]

- My schnozzola!

[all screaming]

- People left their food behind.

[both munching]

Shouldn't go to waste.

- I don't care how many of you there are,

you don't scare me!

I can't smell!

[hacking cough]

[all screaming]

- Huh, people left their instruments behind.

Shouldn't go to waste.

[radical rock music]

- Boo!

I can't smell,

but you two stink!

[laughing]

[wind blowing]

[upbeat calliope music]

[both shouting, laughing]

♪ ♪

- Wow, I never knew how great smelling bad can be.

There are no lines for anything.

How you doing back there, Old Man Jenkins?

- I'm not-- - Yeah, we know.

"Not scared 'cause you can't smell."

[laughs] We love you, man.

[sighs]

Today was a beautiful day, Patrick.

Oops, I mean Filthy Muck. [laughs]

Ah, just look at the beautiful stars

in the sky.

And look at the stars down there on the ground.

Oh, they're not stars.

They're flames on sticks.

Hi, everybody.

Whoop.

We having a luau? - Luau nothing!

We're running you and your stinky friend

out of town!

[all shouting]

- But it's me, SpongeBob!

Bikini Bottom's favorite fry cook?

[all muttering]

- All right, well, you can stay

if you clean up your act.

But he's gotta go! - No, please!

I'll clean him up! I promise!

[crowd shouting]

♪ ♪

[panting]

[water spraying]

[panting] Nope, still filthy.

[babbles]

[water spraying]

- Did you bring any matches?

- Nah, I didn't bring any matches.

- To the flame store! [all hollering]

- [sighs]

- We couldn't get the stain out.

- Uh, thanks anyway.

[all shouting]

[shouting] - [giggling]

Huh?

No! Patrick's my best friend!

Please, put down your torches

and pick up mops and soap!

We can clean him.

That would solve everything.

- Can I rub real hard to express my anger?

[panting]

- Yeah, I guess so.

- [growls] Good!

all: Yeah!

[lighthearted music]

[all chattering]

♪ ♪

[all gasp] - Where'd he go?

There's nothing there.

He was the muck.

Oh, Patrick.

- That's my name. - Huh?

Ooh! - At least, I think

it's my name. - That wasn't you

under all that muck?

- Uh, I don't think so.

I went home and took a bath after I realized

that I'd never be allowed in the Krusty Krab again.

- But if that was-- then who was--

- [hollers]

Now I'm scared!

I'm really scared!

[whimpers] I can't take it!

- Hey, I thought you said you had no sense of smell?

- I don't, but I can see!

- Hmm?

[all laughing]

♪ ♪

♪ There's no stink that ever stank so rank ♪

♪ No stagnant mildew half as dank ♪

♪ As the stinky stank of Filthy Muck ♪

♪ And his buddy Little Yuck ♪

- Amazing!

♪ ♪