(pants ripping)

- Order up, Squidward.

- Well, well, if it isn't SpongeBob Underpants.

(laughing)

(yelling)

(feet treading)

(jets firing)

- Gotcha!

(somber music)

Friends forever.

(babbling)

(yelling)

(babbling)

- Nobody look down.

- My leg!

Of my pants!

- Seat yourself, sir.

Be with ya in a minute.

I won't be needing these.

♪ Buzz, buzz, buzz ♪

♪ Buzz, buzz, buzz ♪

- He took off his pants.

- I'll give him a week.

- I'll give him 11 minutes.

(groaning)

- It's laundry day, Gary.

Oops.

- Does he always do that after he eats?

- [Patrick] Only on Wednesday.

(alarm buzzing)

- We need a box for him to sleep in.

There you go.

It's the best seat in the house.

(rim shot)

Not ripped pants.

Pants ripped up.

Someone call the police.

There's a pant thief on the loose.

(wind blowing)

- Got your apple ready?

Lucky undergarments?

Hold on, hold on.

Bingo.

(yelling)

- What's happening to me?

(gasping)

(dramatic music)

Wow.

Oops. (laughing)

(groaning)

I steamed myself tiny.

Woohoo, I steamed myself tiny.

Whoo!

Gee, being on strike with Squidward sure is a kick.

My terrific jellyfishing net, old reliable.

Old reliable?

(yelling)

(dramatic music)

It's gone!

Oh, right, pants.

- [Narrator] One pair of pants later.

- Patrick, old reliable's been stolen.

(yelling)

(fog horn blows)

(yelling)

Ready for work.

Morning, Squidward.

(underpants snap)

(yells)

Not ready for work.

(yelling)

- Whatever.

(fog horn blows)

♪ I never thought that I would have a chance like this ♪

♪ But dreams exist as big as this one ♪

♪ If happiness are patties frying on the grill ♪

♪ I'll have my fill upon each fresh bun ♪

♪ Here's a day that couldn't get much better here ♪

♪ This is the greatest I've ever been ♪

♪ It's so cool I oughta wear a sweater ♪

♪ Just to hold onto the poor feeling ♪

- The killer crab.

(gasping) - No.

- You're right. Too scary.

(blades slicing)

(dishes clattering)

I can't get the suds,

because then I'll have to miss work.

(sneezes)

(meows)

No, Gary. I like wearing my underwear like this.

I wanna wear tighties.

You might wanna put these on.

(bubbles popping)

♪ Buzz, buzz ♪

♪ Buzz, buzz ♪

- Where are ya, little square dude?

SpongeBob's tie and all his other little dressings?

But, but, he always folds his clothes

before runnin' around in the nude.

- I gotta find out what's in that secret box.

- Okay, I'm ready.

- Any particular reason you took your pants off?

- That stuff stains clothes, right?

- That it does, Patrick. That it does.

Good thinking.

Here, hold this a second.

I'm SpongeBob JunglePants.

- Oh boy.

(yelling)

- This crew is a lie.

(growling)

- [Pirate] Avast! Pineapple ho.

Leave to and prepare to be boarded.

- Ah, go home already.

Patrick's lucky.

He gets to practice in the middle of the night

with his jellyfishing net.

Funny thing is, Patrick's net disintegrated yesterday.

(groaning)

(crowd gasps)

- [SpongeBob] Yellow.

- [Patrick] Pink?

- [Both] You do care.

(sobbing)

- Let's promise to never fight again, buddy.

- Yeah, pal.

Let's go home.

(whistling) (audience booing)

You're my best friend ever.

- You too, Patrick.

- You know, these were white when I bought them.

(tires screeching)

- See ya later.

- They left us in the middle of nowhere.

- Oh, this isn't the middle of nowhere.

We're actually right on the edge of nowhere.

- Well, at least it isn't raining.

(thunder clapping)

(wall crumbles)

- SpongeBob, what are you doing?

I'm talking to you.

SpongeBob? SpongeBob!

Are you mad?

- Shut your mouth, you mediocre clarinet player.

- Mediocre?

- Ha-ya!

- I may be down, but I'm not out.

- Way to go, buddy.

It took us three days to make that potato salad.

Three days!

- Let 'er rip, Gary.

(sips) Ah.

Ta-da!

Goodnight, Gary.

Ah, this isn't right.

Goodnight, Gary.

Wait, this isn't right either.

Nope.

Uh-huh.

Negative.

Come on, come on, get it right.

(inspiring orchestra music)

(panting)

(suspenseful music)

- I caught ya now, SpongeBob.

- Patrick, no!

There they go again, Gary.

I suppose I'll never join them in the sky.

I'll be stuck on the ground,

sentenced to a flightless life.

Oh well, I guess all dreams aren't meant to come true.

(pants snap)

Back to reality.

Oh, okay, I'm taking them off, I'm taking them off.

There.

- Uh, lad.

(laughing)

(yells)

Oh no, oh no, no, no, no, Mr. Krabs.

I can't do it.

Anything but that.

- I understand.

You were a good little fry cook, SpongeBob.

But we'll find another.

Hopefully one that'll listen to old Mr. Krabs.

- Oh, Mr. Krabs, I'll listen. I promise.

(yelling)

Please save me, Mr. Krabs.

(sobbing)

I promise I'll be good.

(exhales)

- [All] Oh, look. (laughing)

- [Fish] It's SpongeBob NudeyPants.

(yells)

(snoring)

- You can keep the change.

(rumbling) What?

(yelling)

(eraser squeaking)

Must get back to desk.

(clocks ticking and ringing) (panting)

That was a close call.

(yells) My pants!

- Yoohoo, down here.

- You get up here.

I gotta get back to work.

- Freedom! - [SpongeBob] Stop, pants!

You get back here this instant.

- Help! Help!

- Holy crabby patties.

Mermaid Man and Barnacle Boy's arch nemesis,

the Dirty Bubble.

I can't believe it.

(laughing)

- You cannot save them, Sponge of Mystery.

They are trapped by my awesome surface tension.

- You don't understand.

You're my most favorite super villain.

Can I have your autograph.

- Oh no. Oh no, you fools.

Stay back.

The point. (whimpering)

Watch the point!

- First, I close the photo chamber.

And finally.

(machine rumbling)

(glass shatters)

- Two things that won't work.

- I've changed my mind.

I want soup instead.

- Okay.

Don't move.

(sobbing)

Oh, what have I done?

What have I done?

(sobbing)

All that glitters is not gold.

(sobbing)

Goodbye, best friend.

(sobbing)

♪ The most important meal of the day ♪

♪ Servin' it up Gary's way ♪

Enjoy, buddy.

Oh, you know, I've been feeding this to Gary for years,

and I don't even what it tastes like.

(gagging)

- What is it, Peterson?

- I'm not sure.

I feel a disturbance.

- Do yourself a favor, kiddo.

Sign here, and you'll be protected.

- I, hmm, no.

- Here. - Okay, thanks.

(pen squeaking)

- And while you're ready, clumsy, why not buy two?

- Okay. (pen squeaking)

(laughing)

Huh?

Hey, my jellyfish friends are helping me fly without pants.

I guess it just goes to show

♪ You don't need a plane to fly ♪

♪ Plastic wings may make you cry ♪

♪ Kites are made for windy days ♪

♪ Lawn chair with balloons fly away ♪

♪ Inflatable pants ♪

♪ You may as well skip ♪

♪ If you want to fly ♪

♪ All you need is friendship ♪

Yeah.

Look at me, I'm naked.