Boy meets grill.

[grunting]

[sniffing]

Where is that freaky, funky smell coming from?

[sniffing]

[mooing]

[belching]

That is horrible!

Not the right smell, though.

But those dumb aliens were no match

for my spinning star attack.

I gave them a whoosh and a beef and a suckaroo!

And then... funky breath attack!

[laughing]

What has any of that to do with the outhouse blowing up?

[gasps] Oh, yeah, yeah.

After the aliens left,

I went to visit my friend the outhouse.

I call him Outie.

[flatulence]

He didn't!

[flatulence]

[laughs]

Oh, that is so like Mr. Tentacles!

[laughing]

After we gossiped for a while,

we shared a pot of Plankton's chili.

One for me...

[disgusted groaning]

And one for you, buddy!

[humming]

Plankton's five-alarm chili?!

That'll make anything explode!

Patrick blew up the outhouse!

Pardon me. Ugly sponge coming through.

People respect self esteem.

Hi, I am very ugly.

But you should enjoy the movie anyway.

Excuse me, sir,

I hope my horrible ugliness won't be a distraction to you.

Not at all, boy.

[sniffs, groans in disgust]

You never do anything.

- I changed his diaper. - Yeah, once.

He's only this big,

how many diapers could he possibly use?

Hmm...?

Oh, that's not so much.

Hmm...?

So?

Hmm...?

Hmm...?

Hmm...?

[whimpers]

All right, you two!

Hat and uniform seem to be in order.

Hmm...

Promise me you'll shave tonight and you pass.

Hoorah.

Okay, boy, your turn.

I think you'll find everything shipshape.

[sniffing] Ah!

Jumping jellyfish, what's that stench?

Uh, discovery?

How's this?

[sniffing]

Needs more dirty laundry umami.

Oh...

What about now?

Uh-huh...

Perhaps a pinch of trash.

Oh...

[explosion]

This has got to be it!

[sniffing]

Darn, that's not it!

I guess we lost the trail.

[retching]

[growling]

[panting and snorting]

Delicious!

What is that horrible smell?

Onion rings?

[sniffing] Ah!

[screams] Acidic!

But nobody told me about bad smells!

[wheezing]

Oh, what is it now?

Oh!

[growling]

[panting]

I'm gonna have to rethink this whole smelling thing.

Hi, I'm Perch Perkins,

and today I'll be your guide through the wonderful world

of snouts, snoots and schnoses.

That's right, kids, noses!

Follow me!

Whoa!

[laughs]

We begin in the factory that's inside everyone's nose.

The olfactory.

Eh-heh.

Here, trained workers test each sniff for smelliness.

[groaning]

We end our tour in the snot foundry,

where finely-crafted boogers are made.

This is Perch Perkins, reminding you

you can pick your friends and you can pick your nose,

but you can't pick your friend's nose!

[laughing]

Yoo-hoo.

[chuckles] You're in the middle.

Ouch!

Oh. Good evening, monsieur.

What might we have on the menu at this fine establishment?

Well, you should know considering the fact

that you work here, sod for brains.

Speaking of sod, why don't you get rid of this garbage?

It's starting to stink up the joint.

Don't say such a thing, Squidward!

Patty's just a little sick is all.

Wight, Wubbie-Wubbie?

I'll show you sick!

Squidward, what are you doing with my beautiful Patty?

Beautiful, huh?

How beautiful do you think this is?

[shuddering]

Stop it, Squidward!

Maybe you can't see Patty's beauty,

but to me, she's the most gorgeous creature in the sea.

Well, I definitely see I can't help the mentally atrophied.

Goodbye, creature.

Pay you no mind to that, Wubbie-Wubbie.

I will always love...

[sniffing]

Eww, what is that smell?

[gasps]

P-Patty?

[screams]

[snoring]

[groaning]

[yawning]

[sniffing]

[sighs]

[groans disgusted]

[grunting]

[sniffing]

Oh, how unsavory!

[grunting]

[mumbling]

[crowd groaning]

Take your crack at it.

[sniffing]

[yelps]

Uh-huh...?

[giggling]

[chuckling]

[sniffing]

Whew, nope.

[sniffing] Nope.

Hmm... [sniffing]

[sniffing]

Nope.

Eh, can't please everyone.

Huh?

What in Sulfur City...?

Ah-hah!

[grunting]

[screaming]

And don't come back until you clean up your act!

Oh, yeah? Well, what if I don't clean up my act, huh?

I'm revolting!

[grunting]

Oh!

[screaming]

[gasps]

Sweet Neptune...

Imported cheese?

This is inexcusable!

Yuck!

What are you doing with my cheese?

It's rotten garbage now.

That's better.

That was my cheese.

It's supposed to smell like that, kelp for brains!

Hi, guy with the cymbals!

Hi, trumpeter! Hi, tambourine girl!

Hi, timbale man!

Hi, didgeridoo player! [playing the didgeridoo]

Hi, triangle player!

Hi, guy with the kettledrum!

Hi, pianist! Hi, guy with the flute!

And hello Dolly!

[bowling strike sound]

- My leg! - Oh, my God!

[shouting]

Was it something I said?