ARE YA READY, KIDS?
Kids: AYE, AYE, CAPTAIN!
I CAN'T HEARYOU!
Kids: [SHOUTING] AYE, AYE, CAPTAIN!
♪ OHH...
♪ WHO LIVES IN A PINEAPPLE UNDER THE SEA? ♪
Kids: ♪ SPONGEBOB SQUAREPANTS
Captain: ♪ ABSORBENT AND YELLOW AND POROUS IS HE ♪
Kids: ♪ SPONGEBOB SQUAREPANTS
Captain: ♪ IF NAUTICAL NONSENSE BE SOMETHIN' YOU WISH ♪
Kids: ♪ SPONGEBOB SQUAREPANTS
Captain: ♪ THEN DROP ON THE DECK AND FLOP LIKE A FISH ♪
Kids: ♪ SPONGEBOB SQUAREPANTS
Captain: ♪ READY?
All: ♪ SPONGEBOB SQUAREPANTS
♪ SPONGEBOB SQUAREPANTS
Captain: ♪ SPONGEBOB SQUAREPANTS ♪
[CAPTAIN LAUGHING]
[WHISTLING]
[WAVES CRASHING... SEAGULLS SQUAWKING]
[♪...]
O.K., AND WOULD YOU LIKE ANY FRIES WITH THAT?
HEY, IF I GET SOME KELP FRIES, WILL YOU GUYS SHARE 'EM WITH ME?
DO WE KNOW YOU?
TWO ORDERS OF FRIES, PLEASE.
AND TWO ORDERS OF...
I ONLY SAID ONE ORDER.
I THOUGHT YOU SAID, "TWO."
O.K., I'LL HAVE TWO.
[REGISTER RINGS]SPONGEBOB, ORDER UP.
[SIGHS]
WELCOME TO THE KRUSTY...
SPONGEBOB, WHAT IN NEPTUNE'S...
SPONGEBOB?
WELL, HIS SPATULA'S STILL WARM.
WELL, SPONGEBOB...
I MUST ADMIT THIS IS STRANGE BEHAVIOR...
EVEN FOR YOU.
AHOY, SQUIDWARD.
GOOD NEPTUNE.
SPONGEBOB, WHAT'S GOTTEN INTO YOU, SON?
I THINK HE'S IN SOME KIND OF SELF-INDUCED TRANCE.
NO, SQUIDWARD, THIS IS WORSE.
HE'S GOT THE THOUSAND-YARD STARE.
I HAD IT ONCE ME-SELF, BACK IN ME SERVICE DAYS.
WHAT IS IT LAD?
QUICK, WE'RE LOSIN' MONEY.
IT'S THE BOY'S TINY CALENDAR.
AND HE'S CIRCLED TODAY'S DATE.
"IMPORTANT FOOD CRITIC VISITS KRUSTY KRAB?"
THAT'S WHAT'S CAUSING ALL THIS?
ONLY A COMPLETE MORON WOULD WORRY ABOUT WHAT SOME CRITIC HAS TO SAY.
[QUIVERING]
I REST MY CASE.
[DOOR OPENS]
[SNIFFING]
HEY, IN OUR OUT, MISTER.
YOU'RE LETTING OUT THE A.C.
WEIRDO.
WHY HELLO.
YOU'RE THE TELEVISION FOOD CRITIC GENE SCALLOP, AREN'T YA?
ALLOW ME TO INTRODUCE MYSELF.
I'M EUGENE KRABS, OWNER AND PROPRIETOR OF THIS FINE...
WELL, DO YOU WANNA ORDER SOMETHING OR DO YOU JUST WANNA BLOCK MY READING LIGHT?
SQUIDWARD, YOU JUST DROVE AWAY GENE SCALLOP!
DON'T YOU KNOW OUR LIVES DEPEND ON HIS REVIEW?
MR. KRABS, THE ONLY THING MY LIFE DEPENDS ON
IS GOING HOME AT 6:00.
M... MR. SCALLOP, WAIT, PLEASE.
BEFORE YOU GO, COME ON, SIT DOWN.
TRY ONE OF OUR DELICIOUS KRABBY PATTIES.
IT'S ABSOLUTELY F-F-F...
[MUTTERING]
COMPLIMENTARY.
O.K., SPONGEBOB, THAT'LL BE ALL.
HE'S NOBODY.
[LOUD GULP]
WE'RE DOOMED.
And there were no survivors.
Thank you, Barbara.
Thank you, Bob.
SHE IS SO TACKY.
Bob: And now it's time for "Bottom Feeding" with Gene Scallop.
TURN IT UP, SQUIDWARD.
Thank you, Bob.
This week, I visited...
Bob: You're welcome, Gene.
[Clears throat]
This week I reviewed the Krusty Krab restaurant
a local burger joint that's second to none.
Or should I say second to "run"
since this critic wanted to make like a banana and peel out
the minute he saw how drab this Krab really was.
That bad, huh Gene?
Barbara, once I stuck my beak through that door
my appetite flew south for the winter.
I mean, I'm not "kidding" when I say this restaurant
smells like the rear end of a goat.
[LAUGHING]
And how was the service, Gene?
You could find livelier help in a graveyard
and I'm not just "coffin."
The management stunk so bad
I had to get my sweater dry cleaned on the way home
with me in it.
[CUSTOMERS MURMURING]
Krab: HEY, NO, WAIT, WAIT!
However, at the end of my visit
I chowed down on a meal that titillated my taste buds
and gratified my gullet.
That Sponge behind the grill is no square
when it comes to cooking!
[EXCITED TALKING]
If Krabs really wanted to soak up the dough
He'd Sponge it up.
He'd Sponge it out, he'd over-Sponge it.
You can never have too much Sponge.
Well, back to work.
AY, AY-AY-AY-AY...
THAT'S ME BOY, SPONGEBOB!
THAT'S ME BOY.
[CASH REGISTER RINGS]
♪ TRA-LA-LA, LA-LA-LA-LA
WOW...
Krab: O.K., A LITTLE LOWER, LOWER...
THAT'S PERFECT.
GOOD MORNING, SIR, WHAT'S WITH THE NEW SIGN?
OH, JUST MAKIN' A FEW COSMETIC CHANGES.
OH, YOU MEAN, LIKE WHEN SQUIDWARD HAD THAT MOLE TAKEN OFF HIS...
EH, WELL, YEAH, A LITTLE BIT LIKE THAT.
MORNING, SQUIDWARD!
OOH.
SQUIDWARD, WHERE DID YOU FIND THOSE SHOES?
[SQUIDWARD HISSING]
Child: LOOK, IT'S HIM.
MR. SQUAREPANTS?
CAN I HAVE YOUR AUTOGRAPH?NO.
BUT, WHY?
WELL, THE FIRST REASON IS
I HAVE NO USE OF MY ARMS, SEE?
OW!
HEY, WHAT'S GOING ON OVER HERE?
HE HIT ME...
JUST 'CAUSE I WANTED HIS AUTOGRAPH.
SQUIDWARD.
I'M SORRY, LITTLE GIRL.
OF COURSE YOU CAN HAVE HIS AUTOGRAPH...
FOR FIVE BUCKS.
WHAT A RIP.
LOOK AT THESE, SQUIDWARD, HEH, HEH, HEH.
LOOKS LIKE SOME SORT OF HORRIFIC SHROUD.
THEY'RE OUR NEW KRUSTY SPONGE NAPKINS.
EXTRA ABSORBENT... [LAUGHING]
YOU REALLY NEED TO SEE A DOCTOR.
OH, THAT REMINDS ME, SQUIDWARD.
I NEED YOU TO UNPACK THESE BOXES.
WHAT'S IN THEM?CONDIMENTS.
WE GOT TANGY SPONGEY SAUCE
AND MILD BOBBY SAUCE, FOR THE NOT SO DARING.
OH, CLEVER.
CAPTAIN!
MY SPATULA'S MISSING, SIR!
I GOT IT RIGHT HERE.
HERE YA GO, SQUIDWARD.
YOU'RE ON GRILL DUTY NOW.
BUT THAT'S SPONGEBOB'S JOB.
DON'T WORRY, SQUIDWARD.
I GOT SOMETHIN' ELSE LINED UP FOR HIM.
STEP RIGHT UP, FOLKS.
TAKE A RIDE ON THE KRUSTY SPONGE FUN TRAIN.
TICKETS ARE ONLY $1.98.
SEAT BELTS NOT INCLUDED.
[KIDS CHEERING]
Squidward: HOW AM I GONNA DO THIS NOW?
[GRUNTING]
[SCREAMING]
MOMMY, IS THAT YOU?
[EXHAUSTED PANTING]
[WHISTLE BLOWS]
MR. KRABS, I REALLY THINK I SHOULD BE GETTING BACK TO THE GRILL NOW.
ARE YOU KIDDING, LAD?
JUST LOOK AT ALL THESE PAYIN' CUSTOMERS.
WHO'S READY FOR ANOTHER LAP?
[ALL CHEERING]
KEEP ON TRUCKIN', SPONGEBOB.
I GOT SOME IMPORTANT BUSINESS TO SEE TO IN ME OFFICE.
MR. KRABS?
UH, THIS IS A BAD TIME, ISN'T IT.
NO.
WELL, THERE'S A MAN OUT BACK WITH A DELIVERY AND SAYS YOU NEED TO SIGN.
O.K.
TELL HIM, I'LL BE RIGHT OUT.
GOT IT.
OW! [ANGRY MUMBLING]
AND LET'S WATCH THE LANGUAGE, SQUIDWARD.
SIGN HERE, HERE, AND HERE.
MY PLEASURE.
WHAT THE HECK IS ALL THIS STUFF?
I'M GLAD YOU ASKED!
WE GOT SPONGEBOB DRINKING STRAWS...
COASTERS, BIBS...
AND ME PERSONAL FAVORITE, SPONGEBOB ICE CUBES.
OHH...
MR. KRABS, DON'T YOU THINK YOU MIGHT BE TAKING
ALL OF THIS A LITTLE BIT TOO FAR?
GET BACK TO WORK, SPONGEBOB.
I'LL BE IN ME SPONGEBOB IF YOU SPONGEBOB ME.
[SIZZLING]
HA, HA...
WHOOPS... [WHISTLING]
THERE YA GO, SQUIDWARD?
NOW WHAT?
OH, YOU'RE GONNA LOVE THIS!
SPONGEY PATTIES.
SPONGEY PATTIES?
I WANT YOU TO START USING 'EM.WHERE'D YOU GET THEM?
THEY WERE JUST PATTIES WE DIDN'T HAVE ROOM FOR IN THE FREEZER, THEY TURNED YELLOW.
GOTTA KEEP THOSE SPONGEBOB ICE CUBES SOMEWHERE, YOU KNOW.
YOU MEAN TO TELL ME YOU ACTUALLY EXPECT PEOPLE
TO PAY $1.98 FOR A ROTTEN PATTY?
SQUIDWARD, YOU'RE RIGHT.
THIS INSTANT SUCCESS MUST BE SCRAMBLIN' MY BRAINS.
WE'LL MAKE 'EM $2.98.
[WHISTLE BLOWS]
[EXHAUSTED SIGH]
ALL ABOARD.
HEY, WE DIDN'T PAY $3 TO WATCH YOU TAKE A NAP.
THAT'S THE WORST SPONGEBOB COSTUME I'VE EVER SEEN.
All chanting: RIDE, RIDE
RIDE, RIDE
RIDE, RIDE, RIDE, RIDE...
RIDE, RIDE
RIDE, RIDE, RIDE.
OH, WHAT A DAY.
WHAT'S NEXT, A ZOMBIE INVASION?
AHH!
[ZOMBIES MOANING]
MR. KRABS, OPEN UP.
WE'RE BEING ATTACKED BY A BUNCH OF ZOMBIES THAT LOOK LIKE ME.
Krabs behind door: UH, GO AWAY, PLEASE, I'M BUSY.
PLEASE, YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND.
THEY'RE ALL SPLOTCHY AND YELLOW
WITH DISTENDED BELLIES.
[SPONGEBOB SCREAMS]
OPEN UP, OPEN UP, OPEN UP, OPEN UP.
WHO?
[CASH REGISTER RINGS]
MR. KRABS?
SPONGEBOB...
GREAT NEPTUNE'S MOTHER'S STOCKINGS.
Krabs: ZOMBIES...
THEY'RE HERE TO EAT ME MONEY.
WAIT, THEY'RE NOT ZOMBIES, MR. KRABS.
THEY'RE YOUR CUSTOMERS... LOOK.
OH, I ATE THIS YELLOW KRABBY PATTY AND NOW I FEEL SICK.
KRABBY PATTY?
YECH [SPITTING].
MAN, YOU GOT SOME SERIOUS PROBLEMS.
IF YOU'RE TRYING TO PASS THAT OFF AS A KRABBY PATTY...
IT'S A... IT'S A SPONGEY PATTY.
MR. KRABS, WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?
YOU POISONED ALL THESE PEOPLE.
NO, BUT, I, I JUST...
I CAN EXPLAIN, I...
WHAT THE...
TELL IT TO THE JUDGE, KRABS.
CALLING THE COURTROOM TO ATTENTION IN THE CASE OF
"PEOPLE OF BIKINI BOTTOM VERSUS MR. KRABS."
HONORABLE JUDGE HORACE A. WHOPPER PRESIDING.
[JUDGE CLEARS THROAT]
HAS THE JURY REACHED A VERDICT?
WE HAVE, YOUR HONOR.
WE, THE JURY, FIND THE DEFENDANT, EUGENE A. KRABS
GUILTY OF ALL CHARGES.
VERY WELL.
DOES THE DEFENDANT HAVE ANYTHING TO SAY
BEFORE WE SEND HIM DOWNTHE RIVER?
NO, YOUR HONOR.
VERY WELL.
[GAVEL WHINES]
EH, HANG ON A SECOND THERE, JUDGE.
THAT WOULDN'T HAPPEN TO BE A SPONGEBOB GAVEL YOU'RE USIN'?
OOH, WHY YES, IT'S MY PRIZED POSSESSION.
I AM A HUGE SPONGEBOB FAN.
PERMISSION TO APPROACH THE BENCH, YOUR HONOR.
[SIZZLING]
SURE IS GOOD TO BE BACK BEHIND THE GRILL WHERE I BELONG, MR. KRABS.
IT'S GOOD TO HAVE YOU BACK, BOY.
LET'S SEE HOW SQUIDWARD'S ENJOYING HIS NEW POSITION.
[SQUIDWARD SIGHS]
TAKE HIM AROUND THERE AS MANY TIMES AS YOU LIKE.
I JUST MIGHT HAVE TO TAKE YOU UP ON THAT.
AH, I LOVE A HAPPY ENDING.
[WHIP CRACKS]EH-EH-EH-EH-EH...
[♪...]
AH, NO, NO!
[SOBBING]
YAY... [LAUGHING]
OH, IF ONLY INAUDIBLE LAD WERE HERE RIGHT NOW.
OHH...
NOTHING SATISFIES LIKE A GOOD STORY.
ARE YA READY TO GO, PATRICK?
AH, GET BACK!
I WASN'T GONNA EAT ALL OF YOU!
PATRICK, IT'S ME.
SPONGE... [BURP]
EW, WHAT'S THIS?
WHATEVER IT IS, IT'S MINE...
UNLESS I DON'T WANT IT.
MM-HM...
HM, HM.
SPONGEBOB...
WHAT DO ALL THESE WORDS SAY?
IT'S AN AD.
SpongeBob as Announcer: DEAR COMIC BOOK READER.
THAT'S ME!
HAVE YOU EVER THOUGHT ABOUT TURNING ONE OF YOUR POEMS INTO A SONG ON THE RADIO?
I'VE NEVER THOUGHT ABOUT ANYTHING.
SEND IN YOUR POEM AND $100 AND WE'LL MAKE IT A HIT.
CAN WE GO NOW? MY ARMS ARE GETTING TIRED.
I WANNA SEND IN A POEM
AND EVERYONE WOULD LOVE IT, AND I WOULD BE A STAR.
YOU CAN'T ALWAYS TRUST ADS IN COMIC BOOKS.
THOSE X-RAY SPECS I ORDERED COULDN'T SEE THROUGH PEOPLE'S SKIN AT ALL...
ONLY THEIR CLOTHES,
PLUS, YOU DON'T HAVE $100.
UH, PATRICK, COULD YOU GET MY WALLET?
HEY, LOOK, I JUST FOUND $100.
IT'S A SIGN THAT I SHOULD MAKE MY HIT RECORD.
HEY, THAT'S MY COMIC BOOK MONEY.
IT'S A SIGN...
A SIGN THAT FELL FROM THE BACK OF YOUR PANTS.
I'VE LEARNED TO TRUST SIGNS LIKE THAT.
PATRICK?
HEY, YOU GONNA PAY FOR THOSE COMICS?
NO.
OH, CAN I HAVE MY ARMS BACK?
Patrick: I WISH NOT TO BE DISTURBED, SPONGEBOB
FOR I AM ABOUT TO ERUPT WITH A MASTERPIECE.
GOOD LUCK.
[DOORBELL RINGS]
COMING... OH!SPONGEBOB.
COULD I BORROW A PENCIL AND SOME PAPER AND A PLACE TO WORK?
SPONGEBOB, THIS PENCIL IS BROKEN.
WHY WON'T IT MAKE WORDS?
YOU HAVE TO THINK OF THE WORDS YOURSELF.
I THINK I WROTE A POEM ONCE.
A POEM BY PATRICK STAR.
ROSES ARE BLUE.
VIOLETS ARE RED.
I HAVE TO GO TO THE BATHROOM.
[LOUD BURP]
HOW MANY TIMES I GOTTA TELL YA?
THIS IS GYM CLASS.
[WHISTLE BLOWS]
[KIDS SCREAMING]
OOH, DODGEBALLS.
[DOOR SQUEAKS OPEN]
OH, PATRICK?
AH, DON'T HIT ME WITH A DODGEBALL!
MEOW.
WHY WOULD I HIT YOU WITH A DODGEBALL?
I'VE NEVER TOLD ANYONE THIS
BUT I WROTE A POEM ONCE.
NO.
WAIT, THERE'S MORE.
WHEN I READ IT TO THE CLASS
THEY PELTED ME WITH DODGEBALLS
JUST BECAUSE WE WERE PLAYING DODGEBALL!
WHY... [SOBBING]?
[SOBBING CONTINUES]
YOU CAN PLAY YOUR RECORDS LATER, GARY.
PATRICK, IS THAT WHY YOU'VE BEEN HAVING TROUBLE WRITING?
I'M WORRIED MY POEM'S NOT GONNA BE ANY GOOD.
AND YOU'RE GONNA HIT ME WITH DODGEBALLS.
OH, I DON'T EVEN OWN A DODGEBALL, DO YOU, GARY?
MEOW.
IF YOU'RE SERIOUS, I CAN DO THIS.
I'M EVEN GONNA USE... MY BRAIN.
THAT'S THE SPIRIT, PATRICK!
I'LL OPEN A WINDOW.
[STRAINING]
OHH...
HO...
[GRUNTING]
[PANTING]
COME ON, YOU STUPID BRAIN...
WORK.
IT'S WORKING.
PATRICK, DON'T STRAIN YOURSELF
NOW WHAT'S GOING ON?
WHAT IS THAT HORRIBLE SMELL?
IS PATRICK THINKING AGAIN?
I'M MAKING ART!
PATRICK, IT SMELLS LIKE SOMETHING CRAWLED IN YOUR BRAIN AND DIED.
THAT'S THE CREATIVE PROCESS AT WORK.
READY TO GO TO THE POST OFFICE?
Patrick: I NEED TO MAIL IN MY MASTERPIECE.
Man: THE NEXT DAY.
Man: ♪ AND THAT'S WHY YOU'RE MY ♪
♪ COOKIE WOOKIE TEDDY BEAR
I HATE MY LIFE.
I HATE YOUR LIFE TOO, DUDE.
Man: PEOPLE...
WE HAVE 17 MORE SONGS TO FINISH THIS HOUR.
NEXT UP IS
"I WROTE THIS," BY PATRICK STAR.
[SNIFFS]
YICK.
THIS ONE'S REALLY BAD.
IT MADE MY EYEBALLS THROW UP.
OH, YEAH?
I DON'T CARE HOW AWFULHIS POEM IS.
WE SPENT HIS HUNDRED BUCKS ALREADY.
COME ON, GUYS, WE'RE GONNA DO THIS IF IT KILLS US.
AND A ONE, AND A TWO, AND A...
THEY WANTED YOU TO HAVE THIS.
MY SONG, AHH...
SpongeBob: COME ON, LET'S HEAR IT!
Patrick: UM, I DON'T KNOW.
YOU'RE NOT GONNA THROW DODGEBALLS AT ME?
I DON'T SEE ANY DODGEBALLS HERE, BUDDY.
JUST AN ARTIST AND HIS WORK.
YEAH, AND ME, TOO.
NOW SIT DOWN AND GET COMFORTABLE.
UH, PATRICK?
Patrick: SPONGEBOB SQUAREPANTS...
ARE YOU READY TO ROCK?
WHOO.
WHOA!
[MUSIC PLAYS]
IT'S REALLY LOUD!
YOU NEED IT LOUDER? O.K.
Man: ♪ TWINKLE, TWINKLE, PATRICK STAR ♪
WHOO!
♪ I MADE MYSELF A SANDWICH
♪ MY MOMMY NAMED IT FRED Patrick: WHOO!
♪ IT TASTES LIKE BEANS AND BACON ♪
♪ AND SMELLS LIKE IT'S BEEN DEAD ♪
♪ WRITING STUFF IS HARD, SO I USE A POINTY PENCIL ♪
♪ POINTY, POINTY, POINTY
♪ POINTY, POINTY, POINT
♪ PEE-YEW, WHAT'S THAT HORRIBLE SMELL? ♪Patrick: ♪ LA-LA, LA-LA...
Man: DRUM SOLO.
[♪...]
♪ I HAVE A HEAD
♪ IT ENDS IN A POINT
♪ POINTY, POINTY, POINTY
♪ POINTY, POINTY, POINT
♪ THIS SONG IS OVER, EXCEPT FOR THIS LINE ♪
♪ YOU WIN THIS ROUND, BROCCOLI. ♪
[MUSIC ENDS]
THAT WAS AWESOME.
DID YOU LIKE IT...
OR DID YOU REALLY, REALLYLIKE IT?
GIVE ME YOUR COMPLETELY HONEST OPINION
OF HOW GREAT IT WAS!
OH, HMM...
HOW DO I PUT THIS DELICATELY?
THAT WAS THE BEST SONG I EVER HEARD!
DO YOU REALLY THINK SO?
WE NEED TO GET THAT SONG ON THE RADIO.
LET'S GO RIGHT NOW, COME ON.
DARN, I JUST GOT THAT ARM BACK.
I CAN'T WAIT TO SEE THE LOOK ON THEIR FACE ONCE THEY HEAR THIS.
[MAN SCREAMS]
DID YOU SEE THE LOOK ON HIS FACE?
YEAH, DID YOU SEE HIS EARS?
I DIDN'T KNOW THEY COULD TURN INSIDE OUT LIKE THAT.
NOW HOW ARE WE GONNA GET YOUR RECORD ON THE RADIO?
WHAT RECORD?
I'VE GOT AN IDEA.
[BOTH SHIVERING]
WE JUST HAVE TO PLAY YOUR RECORD FROM THE TOP OF THIS ANTENNA.
CARRY ME?
HUH, PATRICK?
[SPONGEBOB GRUNTING]
TALLY HO.
MUSH, ONWARD AND UPWARD.
[SPONGEBOB GRUNTING]
[BREATHING HEAVY]
FASTER, SPONGEBOB, FASTER.
OH... HM.
THIS RECORD WON'T STAY PUT.
[MUMBLING]
GOOD IDEA.
[MUMBLING]
OH YEAH, I FORGOT.
[♪...]
♪ Twinkle, twinkle, Patrick Star ♪
[SCREAMING]
♪ I made myself a sandwich
[SCREAMING]
♪ My mommy named it Fred IT'S IN MY HEAD!
♪ It tastes like beans and bacon ♪
♪ And smells like it's been dead ♪[GLASS BREAKING]
♪ Writing stuff is hard, so I use a pointy pencil ♪
LUCKY.
♪ Pointy, pointy, pointy...
THIS SONG ALWAYS MAKES ME THINK OF YOU.
♪ Pee-yew, what's that horrible smell? ♪
Man: DRUM SOLO.
[PEOPLE SCREAMING]
Man: STOP!
♪ I have a head
♪ It ends in a point
MY EARS.
♪ Pointy, pointy, pointy
♪ Pointy, pointy, point
♪ This song is over, except for this line ♪
I LIKE IT.
♪ You win this round, broccoli. ♪
WELL, IT LOOKS LIKE BIKINI BOTTOM IS THROWING A PARTY
AND YOU KNOW WHAT A PARTY NEEDS?
UH, BEAN DIP?
YES, THAT IS IMPORTANT, BUT I WAS THINKING ABOUT MUSIC.
TURN IT UP, PATRICK.
[♪...]
♪ It tastes like...
WHERE IS THAT AWFUL SONG COMING FROM?
♪ Smells like it's been dead
TO THE RADIO STATION.
[ALL GRUMBLING]
TORCHES...
GET YOUR TORCHES.
PITCHFORKS.
YOU CAN'T BE AN ANGRY MOB WITHOUT PITCH FORKS.
COTTON CANDY.
GET YOUR COTTON CANDY.
YOU CAN'T THROW A RIOT WITHOUT COTTON CANDY.
♪ I have a head...
LOOK AT THAT, PATRICK.
♪ Pointy, pointy, pointy...
OH, YOU MEAN THE ANGRY MOB WITH THE PITCHFORKS AND TORCHES?
HA-HA-HA, THAT'S NOT AN ANGRY MOB, PATRICK.
IT'S YOUR FAN CLUB.
FAN CLUB?
[MOB YELLING]
YA-HOO.
WE SHOULD SING 'EM A SONG.
WHO'S RESPONSIBLE FOR THAT SONG ON THE RADIO?
WHY, HE'S RIGHT HERE.
PATRICK STAR, MUSICAL GENIUS.
YEAH... [BURP]
LET'S GET HIM BOYS.
All: YEAH!
[ALL YELLING ANGRILY]
[SOUNDS OF FIGHTING]
[WHOOPING]
[EXHAUSTED PANTING]
AND THAT WAS MY NEW SONG...
CALLED, "AARGH."
YOU KNOW, IT'S NOT THAT BAD.
YEAH, AT LEAST IT GOT
THAT FIRST TERRIBLE SONG OUT OF OUR HEADS.
OH YEAH, MY SONG.
♪ OH, TWINKLE, TWINKLE, PATRICK STAR ♪
[WHISTLE BLOWS]
PATRICK, LOOKS LIKE YOU NEED ANOTHER LESSON.
DODGEBALLS... READY!
UH-OH.
[♪...]