By the powers of naughtiness,

I command this particular drop of hot sauce

to be really, really hot.

Sandy, wait!

Victory is yours.

You get the sponge treatment.

Oh, Hans!

[music playing]

Woo! Yeah, woo!

[laughing]

This tickles!

I can smell again!

Woo! Yeah!

Yeah! Woo, yeah!

I feel as good as new.

I love the doctor!

See the fates that may lie ahead.

For if by some minute chance you meet the challenge,

your reward will be great.

Behold!

[screaming]

Whoopsie...

Oh! Hi.

I'm Patchy the Pirate,

president of the SpongeBob Squarepants Fan Club!

Hey, that's better.

Squawk! Merry Christmas! Merry Christmas!

That's right, Paulie.

It is Christmas.

Get me out of here, you scurvy bird!

[screaming]

You didn't bring SpongeBob with you, did you?

Gee, I sure hope he got his invitation.

I'd sure like to go to this party,

- but I can't read the invitation. - me either.

Whoever sent this obviously has no idea about the physical limitations

of life underwater.

Well, might as well throw these in the fire.

I found him frozen in a block of ice.

And then I spent three days thawing him out with my mom's hair dryer.

I call him Cavey.

[screaming]

Isn't he something? It's OK, Cavey.

Ahh! Hot, hot, hot!

Paulie, don't you know this is Patchy's private time?

Oh, hello. Ah!

Oh, hey kids.

Paulie and I took jobs flipping burgers so we could be just like our hero,

SpongeBob Squarepants.

Oh, hey kids.

Say hello to my boss, Mr. Pirateson.

Arr!

One order of scurvy fries, one large bilge water.

Go!

[horn honking]

Arg, home at last.

What the...

I can see now.

It's gone.

No!

[crying]

- Oh, SpongeBob! - Sir.

Please step away from the gate.

Aw, poop deck.

I was hoping I could ask SpongeBob to phone up some of his famous friends,

so he can ask them to be guests on my show.

Oh, you're here for the casting department.

- Yeah. - In that case, step right inside sir.

I finally get to meet me hero!

Well, hello!

[stammering]

[laughing]

Jim Bob!

Hey.

Got a restaurant full of hungry customers out there.

Where are their burgers?

Oh, Mr. Slabs, you know that I can't serve a Slabby Patty

until it's cooked just right.

♪ Slabby Patty, Cooked just right ♪

♪ Slabby Patty, Day and night ♪

♪ What a nifty, tasty sight ♪

♪ Slabby Patty, And it's cooked just right ♪

I love this guy!

[laughing]

[humming]

- Enough of that. - Sorry, sir.

Get those ship shape burgers shipped out, or you'll be doing

your soft shoe across the street at the Crum Basket!

yes, Mr. Slabs. It won't happen again, Mr. Slabs. Sorry, Mr. Slabs.

Hm, that'll be the day...

Alright troops, prepare to be deployed!

[screaming]

Patty slab and a pickle, Patty slab and a pickle...

Oh!

Giant patties!

It's a submarine.

That's amazing!

- Excuse me! - Hey, you ran over my foot!

I don't think so--

I've had it with the beach!

I'm going to live in a volcano, where it's safe.

[groaning]