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]

[jaunty nautical music]

♪ ♪

- Oh, these are delicious.

[loud roar] [all exclaim]

- What was that?

- Think it came from Krabs' office.

Maybe he's in trouble.

- I'll save you, Mr. Krabs! [grunting]

- [growling]

- Ooh, Mr. Krabs, thank Neptune you're okay.

[grunts]

[stomach roaring]

- [grunts] - [babbles]

Eww, what was that noise?

- Huh? Uh, I didn't hear nothing.

Everything's completely normal. - Huh.

- Okay, closing time! Everyone out!

[motor clanking]

[all hollering]

[all groaning]

all: Huh?

- Eh--o-okay... [laughs nervously]

See you tomorrow.

- But Mr. Krabs,

Squidward and I don't want to leave work early.

Right, Squidward? - [babbling]

- Oh, Mr. Krabs, I could still--

A nickel?

And it's the same temperature as Mr. Krabs.

Ooh, he's gonna want this back.

[panting] - [whining]

Ooh. [goofy groaning]

[grunting]

- [panting]

Follow that boat! [grunts]

[tires squeal]

[grunts]

[moans]

- Sorry about all those speed bumps, kid.

And the cactus patch and the demolition derby.

- "Roast moblem, Orfficer."

[grunts]

- [groaning]

- Mr. Krabs! - [shrieks]

SpongeBob, what are you doing here, boy-o?

- [grunts] I brought your nickel, silly.

[bell rings]

- What is this place, and what are you doing here?

- Nothing, I've never been here before in my life.

- Eugene, got your usual here:

one big steaming plate of chum!

Enjoy. - [belches]

- "Usual"? "Chum"?

"Enjoy"?

Oh, I don't understand, Mr. Krabs.

- Oh, I suppose there's no hiding it, boy-o.

It all started back in me old Navy days.

I was a young seaman on a dangerous mission

deep in enemy territory.

[bell dinging]

- Meal time.

[overlapping shouting]

- Somehow, in the madness of battle,

I became separated from me crew.

[yawns, smacks lips]

It took hours of fighting

and sneaking and scraping to get back to me ship,

but by the time I got there,

our supplies had been decimated.

Oh...

All we had left was chum...

and I hadn't eaten since noon.

I was starting to feel peckish.

[groaning]

Hmm? Mm? Mmm!

But, oh, that flavor.

Sweet and gamy

with a creamy, chunky mouthfeel.

Mmm.

Oh, I've had a chum monkey on my back ever since.

[monkey screeches]

Been eating the stuff in secret for years now.

Just got a taste for it.

One of them survival things, I suppose.

[grunts] Mm-mm.

[creature babbles] - [groans]

- Oh, uh, look, SpongeBob,

I don't want this getting out, you understand?

[laughs] Especially to Plankton.

So what do you say, huh? - [groaning]

- Keep me shame a secret, huh?

For old Mr. Krabsy? - [babbles]

[laughs] You got it, Mr. Krabs.

My lips are sealed. - Glad to hear it.

Okay, see you tomorrow. - [grunts]

- Sal, I'm feeling hungry tonight.

How's about another plate of chum?

- Oh, sorry, Eugene,

that was my last plate of chum, ever!

I'm closing the Slop Pail permanently.

♪ ♪

- [gasps] What?

[gulps]

- Yep, I'm moving to Shell City to make it big in the pictures.

Just imagine this mug on a movie screen

30 feet wide!

[laughs]

See you in the movies!

[tires squeal]

- But where will I get me chum from?

[eagle screams]

- Gosh, Mr. Krabs, I've never tried to make chum before.

I don't even know what the ingredients are.

- Ugh, well, uh,

it's, uh--it's made from...

- Hmm? - [inaudible whispering]

- [groaning] Eww.

[groans]

Um, I don't think I can make that for you, Mr. Krabs,

but I can make you some chum-free chum.

You won't even be able to tell the difference.

- I sure hope you're right.

- Later... - [humming]

Behold: three takes on chum a la SpongeBob.

- Ooh.

- The secret ingredient in this one?

Krabby patties. - [munching]

- Well? Huh?

- It's delicious!

Too delicious! [grunts]

Next.

[whimsical music]

- To capture the natural bouquet of the chum,

I made this batch entirely from old snail litter.

- [gasps]

[hoarsely] A little dry.

Next!

[plate clatters]

- Ooh, I think you'll like this one.

I know I do. [giggling]

It's made from wishes and love.

- [belches]

[giggles, grunts]

It's too sweet.

Oh, none of these are right, SpongeBob.

I think this old chum chewer

needs some time alone.

[whimpering]

[sobbing] [stomach screeching]

Oh, the Chum Bucket's the only place in town

still selling chum,

but I can't go crawling to Plankton for help.

No, I won't.

I got too much pride for that.

♪ ♪

Oh, come, there's gotta be some chum in here somewhere!

- Uh, hello? - [screams]

- Who--who's out there?

- All right, miscreant, come over here

where I can destroy you! [grunts, groans]

[dramatic music]

- [gasps] both: Krabs?

- What are you doing here? [grunts]

- Nothing, nothing! I, uh, lost my shoe!

See? Found it. [laughs]

Okay, bye. [stomach roars]

- Hold it.

What's going on with you, Krabs?

Your clothes are a mess

and your stomach's making strange noises.

- What are you talking--I'm... [stammers]

Oh, fine!

I'm hooked on chum, okay?

- Say what?

- Look at me now!

Digging through garbage for scraps!

[sobbing] - [exhales sharply, slurps]

You actually like chum?

- How is that possible?

Nobody likes chum! It tastes terrible!

- [grunts] Shh!

Mute your speaker, Karen.

This pathetic display is giving me an idea.

All right, Krabs, old buddy,

how would you like a lifetime supply of chum?

- Really?

- Sure, for the low, low price

of the krabby patty secret formula!

- [shrieks] No, no, I can't!

Not me formula. - You sure, Krabs?

Just breathe in that noxious smell.

[sniffs] Mmm, mmm.

[gags]

- [whining]

- You know you want it.

[laughs evilly]

- [hooting]

Ah-ha! [grunts]

- [grunts] Ah-ah-ah.

Not until I have the formula.

- [growls] Oh, fine!

I'll be right back.

[door creaks]

Ah. [panting]

[grunts] Huh?

- Hi, Mr. Krabs.

- What are you doing here, SpongeBob?

- Oh, when I can't sleep,

I come here to be close to the formula.

It comforts me.

- Well, comfort time's over now!

I'm trading the formula to Plankton

for a lifetime supply of chum.

Oh?

- I can't let you do that, Mr. Krabs.

You'll thank me for this later.

Okay. [grunting]

- [growls] - Gotta get a better grip.

- [sighs] - Okay, okay.

- Plankton, where are you?

I got the formula! I'm here to collect me chum!

- I'm up here, Krabs!

- [sighs] - Whoa!

- Oh... - [grunts]

- Whoo-hoo! Just look at that chum!

And it's for me! [laughing]

- Oh, I'm so sorry, Krabs.

You foiled too many of my plans over the years

for me not to double-cross you now.

This time, I have the upper hand!

[both grunt]

[grunts, laughs]

Get it? "Upper hand"?

[laughs] I win and you get nothing!

- [grunts, hollers]

[both hollering, grunting]

[dramatic music]

[all gasp] all: No!

♪ ♪

- [screams]

- You and SpongeBrain can see yourselves out, Krabs.

Ta-ta! [laughs]

Alley-oop!

- Oh, no, this is terrible!

Oh, my formula's gone!

I'm ruined!

And hungry!

- Wait, Mr. Krabs! Plankton is tiny.

It'll take him forever to swim through that chum.

You can get to the formula before him,

but you're gonna have to eat like the wind.

- You're right, boy-o!

I can do this!

- Whoo!

- [munching]

- Go, Mr. Krabs, go! - [slurping]

- Whoo! No, don't fill up on bread!

The chum! Eat the chum!

- Right! [sucking]

- Hmm. [babbles]

- Oh...

[belches]

- Mr. Krabs, you did it!

You saved the secret formula.

- Oh, and I think I killed me taste for chum too.

See? [groans]

I'll never touch another bite of the stuff

as long as I live.

Oh... - Hey, where'd Plankton go?

- Hold still.

This isn't the first time this has happened.

- [grunting]

- Hmm, could take him a while to get out.

- What should we do while we wait?

- [whines]

- You'll never get away with this, Dr. Kelpington!

- Mm, could you pass the popcorn?

- [grunts, screeches]

- Get me out of here!

- Shh.

♪ ♪