[buzzer buzzing]

Five.

Four.

Three.

Two.

One!

[giggling]

There we go.

Oh, Maybe he doesn't want my formula anymore.

[gasping]

He took the bait! We're going to red alert!

[yelling]

[alarm dinging]

Batten down the hatches.

Furl the deck. Stop that greedy green goober!

[yelling]

[groaning]

[groaning]

Doggone it!

Can I get some ketchup over here? Please.

[groaning]

False alarm!

[all yelling]

[groaning]

Today's a big day for the Krusty Krab,

so I want you to listen up.

It's a perfect opportunity for Plankton to try and steal

the Krabby Patty formula.

Isn't that just the Krusty Krab?

No, it's a holographic projection at the Krusty Krab.

I want you two to watch all the entrances.

You mean the front door and the back door?

Those are just the ones on the surface.

There's an entire network of tunnels

and air ducts underground,

and I went all eyes on the lookout.

Aye-aye, Mr. Krabs.

Right. Study this map.

Stay extra vigilante. Don't fall asleep on the job.

That means you Squidward.

What? I have never fallen asleep on duty.

Don't make me have a flashback.

[snoring]

All right, point taken.

And to help watch out for Plankton.

I've hired some extra security.

You hired Patrick?

What, you expect me to spend money on a real security guard?

You're my first line of defense, Patrick.

So look out for any suspicious characters.

Yes, sir.

[groaning]

Who are you? And who are you working for?

[giggling]

Plankton doesn't stand a chance.

Morning!

Huh? I guess Mr. Krabs went home after all.

No, I'm still here.

Waiting for that blasted Plankton!

[gasping] [groaning]

Why you little...

I hope you like percussion, Eugene,

because these drumsticks really go bongo.

[exploding]

What? The old safe in a safe routine?

Here's another routine.

You're the meat in my knuckle sandwich.

I'm not hungry!

[groaning]

[yelling]

Ah hah! Trying to sneak a Krabby Patty to Plankton, eh?

But Eugene, it's just a to-go order.

[imitating mockingly]

Well from now on, all patties are to be eaten on the premises.

What are you going to do now, ban pockets?

Capital idea, Mr. Squidward.

There will be a $50 a barrel surcharge from now on.

[groaning]

Woah, hey, slow down there grandpa.

Let's just see here.

Ah hah! Another one of Plankton's spies.

I just wanted some for later.

You're banned.

[groaning]

Okay, Captain Tight Wad.

Dr. Negative, you can come out now.

[cash register chinging]

[yelling]

[groaning]

Okay, so here is the scene.

You two have us here in this cage over a pool of boiling oil.

Now that is a crime.

Now you can let us out so we can fight.

Oh, I don't think we're going to do that.

Hey. What are you doing?

Being evil.

Isn't that what you wanted?

Aren't you scared, boo-hoo?

Boo-hoo? Do you expect us to cry?

No, Mr. Bob, I expect you to fry.

[both laughing]

Yeah, Okay Squidward. Playtime's over.

This is getting a little intense here.

Too long have I suffered living between you two ninnies.

But now, now as Dr. Negative,

I shall finally exact my exquisite revenge!

[laughing]

[laughing]

See? I just knew he'd make a terrific bad guy.

He is really committing.

You did a great job with casting.

[yelling]

Why? Why, why, why?

Huh? What's this?

Hold on a second.

My video surveillance camera!

- What? - I forgot.

I uh... borrowed that from the airport.

Now let's see what really happened here.

Ah.

[yelling]

[gasping]

You...

faker!

Not to mention you were sleeping on the job.

[heavy breathing]

What are you going to do to me?

[growling]

I'm gonna make you pay.

Oh no.

It's time!

[siren sounding]

Now go, and make sure to guard it with your life.

I won't let you down.

- Wait! - Yes?

If something happens to that secret ingredient,

don't bother coming back to work.

[stammering]

You Bob Pants?

Uh, SpongeBob.

Close enough. Now get out of here, kid.

Plenty of folks would love to get ahold of that ingredient.

Yes, sir.

And now, let's get you into the Krabby Patty,

secret ingredient-y.

[gasping]

Where is it?

Where is it? Where is it?

No!

I think I see the exit.

Ah barnacles, it's just the surveillance room.

Woah, my house is on TV.

All of our houses are on TV.

[meowing]

Gary the snail! You get down from that bed this instant.

Hey, there's my house.

You left your TV on.

Duh? I don't want to miss my shows.

Look it's Sandy.

Ah!

Mr. Krabs, why do you have cameras watching us?

Oh, uh, I just wanna make sure you all floss after every meal.

Thank you, Mr. Krabs. Dental hygiene is very, very important.

Hey who are those guys?

I think it's us, Patrick.

But who are they?

You failed!

I've finally stolen the Krabby Patty!

That's nice.

Aren't you gonna try and take it back from me?

Oh, goodness, no, you go ahead. Take it.

But Mr. Krabs, Plankton will figure out

the Krabby Patty secret formula!

Nonsense.

Run along little fella. Enjoy your Krabby Patty.

Wow! You must have snapped, Krabs.

The Krabby Patty formula is finally mine!

[exploding]

[groaning]

What happened?

Oh, just a little security measure I've been working on.

Now. All Krabby Patties self destruct

10 feet beyond the Krusty Krab, sucker.

Those Krabby Patties really hit the spot.

And next time you might want to try chewing them.

You're going to blow up like a balloon.

Haha, nonsense.

Never listens to me.

[air raid horn sounding]

What, did I say the secret word?

No, sir.

He's back.

Who's back? What? What was that?

Man your stations! Red alert! Red alert!

Take cover!

[all screaming]

Take cover from what?

He's around here somewhere.

There he goes.

What? Who? Where?

Somebody tell me!

Some say he crawled out from the lowest trench in the ocean.

He's the saltiest of all of the sea dogs.

He's the most hated creature in Bikini Bottom.

And he's finally got a Krabby Patty!

[laughing]

Krabs? What the barnacle is going on here?

It's your arch competitor, Krabs.

His goal in life is to steal a Krabby Patty

and ruin our restaurant.

That's terrible.

Yeah, but the worst part of it is...

Good grief, he's naked!

[laughing]

Clothe me if you can, silly landlubbers!

[laughing]

I'm gonna make you eat those words, Krabs.

[laughing]

No shirt, no shoes, no service!

[laughing]

Huh?

Oh, you got me.

Well, at least it's underwear.

Okay. Mail call, boys.

Let's see. Who do we have?

Timothy?

Four Eyes.

Hm...

Lefty.

Max.

Fingers. Einstein.

Stretch, Chuckles, Bingo, Blamy, Wheels, Boogey, Red,

Trip, Wink, Skeeter, Stinky.

Thanks Spongebob!

No problem, guys.

[yelling]