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!
[laughing]
♪ ♪
[waves crashing]
[upbeat music]
♪ ♪
Hey, can we get another
Triple Gooberberry Sunrise over here?
And don't you skimp on the triple.
Here's your sun--
It's starting!
[laughs]
I'll take another one.
This time with less manager.
Attention, children of all ages.
- Hello, hi! - Hey, that's me!
- I love you, I love you! - All ages, yay!
Put your fins together for the cool cat on the drum kit,
Bongos Bear!
On trumpet, this bivalve really swings.
Clem Clam!
You know him, you love him.
Eight tentacles on 88 keys,
it's Rock T. Puss.
That's our combo.
Give it up for the Goofy Scoopers!
♪ A one and two and three and four ♪
♪ I need more scoops, ice cream galore ♪
♪ Or I'll banana split right out that door ♪
♪ Don't you know, I'm doing the Goober Rag! ♪
[screams and cheers]
I love you, Rock T. Puss!
♪ Oh, five and six and seven and eight ♪
♪ Finish my ice cream, licking my plate ♪
♪ Another fudge sundae sure sounds great ♪
♪ And that is how I do that Goober Rag! ♪
♪ ♪
♪ Nine and ten and eleven and twelve ♪
♪ Get the Rum Raisin off that shelf ♪
♪ I'll eat the whole tub all on my own ♪
♪ And I don't even need a cone ♪
♪ Don't you know, that's how ♪
♪ Can't you see, I'm doing it now ♪
♪ I'm coming, I'm going, I'm doing the Goober Rag! ♪
[cheering]
All right, boys, time to go.
You can't kick us out.
We've been coming here since we were kids.
Yeah, we're the Goofy Scoopers' biggest fans.
Well, that's your problem.
Closing time.
[both crying]
You don't have to go home,
but you can't stay here.
- Whoa! - Whoa!
This stinks.
I wanted to go backstage for an autograph.
Don't worry, Patrick.
We'll just come back and see the Goofy Scoopers tomorrow.
[rooster crows]
[sighs]
- Good morning. - [screams]
I don't carry cash!
Huh? It's you two.
We camped out all night to see the Gooey Sneakers.
Goofy Scoopers.
Yeah, them!
They're gonna write on my head.
Well...
about that.
[mischievous music]
Ee... yup.
The Goofy Scoopers are over.
Too old fashioned. The kids want a new sound.
both: A new sound?
That's right, I brought in an act you're going to flip over.
Say hello to...
DJ 2 Sc00pz!
[electronic music]
♪ ♪
Sorry, but the Goofy Scoopers
are the only ice cream themed musical robot act
we'll ever love.
[rhythmic grunting]
Patrick, don't give in
to its seductive womp-womps and wub-wubs.
Please, Mr. Manager,
you have to tell us where the Scoopers are.
Are they playing at a coffee house?
Are they playing the Bikini Bottom Bowl?
Or on a world tour?
Oh, my, no.
I threw those old robots in the garbage.
They're never playing anywhere again.
[both crying]
All right, you're killing the atmosphere in here.
Please do all your crying outside.
[grunts]
Wait a minute, Patrick.
I have a plan.
We can stop crying.
Well, I wasn't crying.
I was just...
flushing my eyes.
You were saying?
We are gonna get the Goofy Scoopers back together
for a reunion show.
Then everyone will remember how great they were.
But we don't know where they are.
True, but we do know how they got to where they were
before they went wherever they are.
Hmm? Hmm? Ah.
I'm confused, but I appreciate your confidence.
Count me in!
Ow.
[beeping]
[humming]
Huh.
[engine rumbles]
[tires squealing] Huh?
Sorry about borrowing your truck!
We have to save some robots from the trash
so our favorite band can get back together.
I'm sure you understand.
Eh, that sounds reasonable.
[upbeat music]
[both grunting]
Hey, what you boys doing to my precious junk?
Sorry, sir.
I was just looking for some robot musicians.
And I was looking for food.
You gonna eat this hot dog?
Well, I don't know nothing about music-men,
but I do remember one robot fella coming through here.
Nice guy.
Sold him to the circus for about $3.50.
Patrick, it's our first clue.
We gotta get to the circus.
Great, 'cause I just found the mayo.
[gulps]
Hey, what are you doing in my precious junkyard?
[lively music]
Patrick, it's Clem Clam.
Let's get him.
W-w-wait, Patrick.
We're here to make friends with him, don't you remember?
Obviously, I do not.
How are we gonna get him to play the show?
I got it!
We'll appeal to his intellect
with sound reasoning and convincing arguments.
- Please! - We need you.
You gotta come back, you just gotta.
You can cool it, cats.
Whatever your scheme is, I'm in.
Just get me out of this crazy circus.
I'm terrified of clowns, man.
[honking]
[laughs]
[shudders]
Well, that's great, Mr. Clem Clam,
because tomorrow night, we're getting the band back together.
Reunion show tomorrow night at Goofy Goober's.
So far, you're the only one we've found, though.
You know, the circus's least flexible contortionist
saw Bongos Bear at that massage place downtown, man.
It's true--ow...
Great, come on, Patrick.
I feel another plan forming.
- [laughs] - Wait, take me with you, man.
- Ahh! - [snickers]
Ugh.
[relaxing music]
Uh, yes, my wife and I are here for the couples massage.
- [giggles] - Say...
aren't you Bongos Bear from the Goofy Scoopers?
Son, you got the wrong robot bear.
I don't even like music.
I just give massages.
Don't forget to work my glutes.
[shudders]
[rhythmic grunts]
[bongo sounds]
All right, all right, you win.
I am Bongos Bear.
And I got music in my cold, robotic heart.
both: Yay!
Well, you're in luck, 'cause Patrick and I
are getting your band back together.
Yeah, but we still gotta find the piano octopus.
Oh, that's easy.
A construction worker with lumbago told me
Rock is working on the bridge to Shell City now.
It's true--ow...
- Rock? - Rock T. Puss?
[panicked screams]
This stinks.
Bongos lied. I don't see him anywhere.
- Hey! - Get out of here.
I'm on the job.
Rock T. Puss,
we're SpongeBob and Patrick; we're your biggest fans.
Yeah, right.
No one remembers my music.
That's okay.
I don't remember anything.
Look, kids, I'm a working robot now.
The only bands I care about are the boats on this bridge.
Their honking horns
are the only applause I'll ever need again.
[horn blares]
- Um... - Oh, that was me.
Sorry, I blame the hot dog.
Oh, please, Mr. Puss.
We're getting the Goofy Scoopers back together
for a reunion show.
We need you.
The answer is no.
I'm a bridge now. Get out of here.
- [sighs] - [whimpers]
[upbeat music]
Hey, guys.
Where's Rock?
Oh, he's not coming.
Wha?
I don't know if we can do this without Rock T. Puss.
Don't worry, we'll be playing with you.
It'll be fun.
Here's the new piece I wrote.
We're gonna come in hot off the intro,
so try to keep up.
Huh.
[guitar feedback]
[heavy rock music]
♪ Ice cream, so tasty ♪
♪ Freezing in my mouth ♪
♪ Icy pain inside my brain ♪
♪ Won't you help me out? ♪
♪ I have a brain freeze, I have a brain freeze ♪
♪ I have a brain freeze, help me with my brain freeze ♪
♪ ♪
Can I have another sundae, please?
[crowd booing]
They are not digging it, man.
We told you guys to keep up.
[mysterious tones]
[triumphant music]
[laughs]
Rock T. Puss, you came.
Sorry I left you hanging, guys.
I did like being a bridge.
But I was built to make music.
Say, how is the bridge?
Eh, I'm sure its fine.
[comical tones]
[panicked screams]
Now, let's rock.
[upbeat music]
♪ ♪
[crowd booing]
The kids still don't like it. What do we do?
Huh?
Maybe I can help with that.
I'm DJ 2 Sc00pz,
and I'm a huge Goofy Scoopers fan.
Care to jam?
[upbeat music]
♪ ♪
both: Best Goofy Scoopers show ever!
[sweeping orchestral music]
♪ ♪
[upbeat music]
[animal sounds]
Hello, animal control.
Ew.
SpongeBob, I appreciate
you volunteering here at the animal shelter,
but could you please stop letting the worms
use the phone?
Oh, I told them no more takeout calls.
[belches]
[groans]
Now, how can I help you?
There's a worm somewhere outside my house,
and it won't stop barking.
I'll get on that right away.
[animal sounds]
I gotta go catch a stray.
SpongeBob, you hold down the fort.
Sir, yes, sir.
I will take care of these wild worms
to the best of my ability.
[laughs]
[sighs]
[laughing]
[humming]
[playful music]
- [gasps] - Uh-oh.
B-B-Butcher's cage.
[nervous whimpering]
- [barks] - [screams]
Butcher?
I know you're really a good boy.
Just let me pet you,
real gentle.
That a boy.
[growls and snarls]
[gasps]
I hope he doesn't develop a taste for sponge.
[screams]
[upbeat music]
[animal sounds]
[straining]
[barking]
Whoa--whoa!
- [barking] - Whoa-whoa.
[barking]
Patrick.
Yeah, aw--who's a good boy?
Who's a good boy?
[panting] Huh?
Patrick's my friend.
Sometimes if he's eaten worm food by mistake,
he's goes into worm mode.
[growls]
There's no telling how long it'll last.
Well, if he's not trained in a few days
so he can be adopted, he'll have to be locked up,
like Butcher.
[growls]
Don't worry, sir.
I'll train him. He's already housebroken.
[liquid trickling]
[nervous laughs] I knew he was broken.
I thought it was house.
Uh...
[playful music]
Now, Patrick,
every good worm needs to learn how to do tricks.
Then they get wormy treats as a reward.
Sit.
[excited barks]
Um... almost.
Let's try another one.
Shake.
[excited barks]
- [pants] - Shall we try roll over?
[excited barks]
Patrick, wait.
[crashing]
[playful music]
♪ ♪
Rolling Star Express, right on time.
[pants]
I know one wormy that needs a bath.
[growls]
Okay, okay, no bath, no bath.
Here, Patrick.
Worms learn from other worms.
They'll show you how to be a good boy.
[playful music]
Hmm?
[sophisticated barks]
[cheers]
[gasps]
[barks]
Huh?
This worm is a menace.
I'm afraid he'll have to be locked up,
like Butcher.
Please don't do that.
I'll adopt him. I'll take him home.
He'll be my rescue.
And you'll take full responsibility for him?
- [pants] - I promise.
Well, that's good.
I really didn't want to have to fix him, anyway.
[excited barks]
Thank you, thank you.
Patrick, whoa, boy.
Heel.
Sorry.
Oh, Gary...
I brought you a playmate.
[meows]
[barks]
- [screeches] - [barks]
[animal sounds]
Patrick, Gary, no, stop.
[barking]
Hmm?
[meows]
[barking]
[dramatic music]
[playful music]
[barking]
[rooster crows]
SpongeBob!
[pounds on door]
Come on.
[groans] I'm sorry.
Was the noise bothering you?
[barking]
[energized music]
Patrick, heel.
[yells]
[barking]
[gasping]
Jeez.
[meows]
Huh. Look.
I don't care what kind of weird and stupid parties
you throw, I'm just asking that you keep your pet quiet.
I am at my wit's end.
Patrick is in worm mode again.
But this time, he's out of control.
Oh, any worm can be tamed.
Even one as dumb as Patrick.
He just needs tough love.
Would you tough-love Patrick, Squidward?
No way.
[barking]
Please, Squidward.
I bet you're the best worm trainer ever.
Please.
[laughs]
Beg me.
[barks]
Okay, sit.
Huh?
Well, I'm a good idiot trainer.
And since Patrick's an idiot...
Okay, I'll train him.
But only if you play dead--
[gasps]
[laughs] And stay playing dead.
I've got an idiot to train.
[playful tone]
[straining]
We'll start with something simple.
I'll teach you how to heel.
Now... be a good boy.
[growls]
[screams]
Heel--stop!
- Heel. - [growls]
[playful music]
All right, that's it.
[energized music]
[pants]
Have a nice life.
[coyote howls]
[playful music]
- [hums] - Hi, Squidward.
I'm still playing dead. [laughs]
[hums]
Tough love. [laughs]
Huh? [pounding on door]
[pants]
[winces]
[playful tone]
This, my little barking friend,
is a shock collar.
Whenever you bark, I'll push this button
and give you a mild tough-love shock.
[pants]
Hmm?
Nothing?
Oh, it must be broken.
[grunts]
Nuts.
[screams]
[barks]
[energized music]
♪ ♪
[barks]
[playful music]
Still playing dead.
[mutters]
[screams]
- [growls] - [nervous whimper]
[energized music]
[grunts]
- Oh. - [barks]
[pants]
[playful music]
[pants]
[whimpers]
[barks]
Excuse, Mr. Squidward.
SpongeBob tells me that you've trained Patrick
using tough love.
Patrick? He's impossible.
I've tried to get him to sit--
[barks]
Hmm...
Okay, well, then I tried to get him to beg--
[pants]
Spin.
Now shake.
[grunts]
Cheerleader split.
[fanfare]
- Chicken. - [chicken sounds]
Chicken nugget.
Air guitar.
[rock music]
[pants]
[laughs]
Now play dead.
What? You did it.
You're a miracle worker.
Well, I don't like to brag, but--
That's great.
We've got a problem worm that needs training.
- What? - [whistles]
Bring him in, fellas!
[suspenseful music]
♪ ♪
Say hello to Butcher.
[screams]
[animal sounds]
Heel, heel!
Ah, stop--heel, heel-- fetch, heel, heel!
Hey, you're not a worm anymore.
Nah, I snapped out of it hours ago.
I just wanted Squidward to feel like he did a good job.
All right, that's enough.
- I'll teach you! - Yeah, I hope Squidward's
- not too tough on him. - Will you sit--good dog sit.
Will you sit? No--don't.
Good afternoon, gentlemen.
Nice day for a walk.
[both gasp]
♪ ♪