[sniffing] Hmm.

I'd say high grade explosive.

Explosive?!

[electronic music playing]

[laughing]

Enjoy Eugene!

Plankton!

[laughing]

I just had that roof redone last week!

You'll be re-redoing it after I'm through with ya.

Ready ammunition.

Fire!

Take cover!

Oh. [chuckles]

It didn't go off. [laughing]

Another dud, Plankton.

A dud, huh?

Oh, you're playing with fire now, Plankton!

No need to get worked up over this Krabs.

Just give me the secret formula

and I'll be on my way.

[electronic music playing]

Ya ain't getting it.

I implore you to reconsider.

Go jump off a plank.

I have ways of getting the information I need.

Where's the formula, Krabs?

[laughing]

Still not gonna talk, eh, Krabs?

[sneezing]

Okay, Krabs, I see you're not gonna crack.

But I don't think your underling is of the same metal.

I'll never talk.

We'll see what Mister Feather has to say about that.

Okay! Okay!

But I don't know how to get into the safe

behind the painting in Mr. Krabs' office

that houses the secret formula!

He won't let me near it!

Clever, behind the painting, eh, Krabs?

Errrrrrrr...

Incidentally, what am I smelling?

You got something burning?

[sniffing] Smells like blubber to me.

Bl- bl- blubber?

Daddy!

[screaming]

Call off your daughter, Krabs! Call her off!

She's a big girl Plankton,

I have no control over what she does.

Oh, and you better watch out.

I think she's extra hungry today.

Stay back whale!

I'm privy to what you do to organisms like me.

I've seen those documentaries!

Did he just go into the freezer?

Don't say it!

I prefer salad over Plankton anyway.

[electronic music playing]

Something ain't right.

For me?

Don't you find this a tad suspicious?

Suspicion doesn't hold a candle to birthday wishing.

Surprise!

[screaming]

[screaming]

[laughing]

[laughing]

Duck!

Disengage!

[beeping]

Me secret formuler!

Happy birthday, Krabs!

Don't forget your condiments, Plankton.

Attaboy, SpongeBob!

Safe!

You'll rue the day we were born, Krabs. I'll be back.

Oh, barnacles.

[screaming]

[groaning]

Why, Mr. Krabs? Why does he hate us so?!

[electronic music playing]

[grunting]

The humiliation in here stinks.

This is all your fault, Plankton.

I'm gonna keel haul yer face at lunchtime!

Why wait? Let's take a coffee break!

Pow!

[growling]

[laughing] Swirly!

Hey, I'm trying to read!

[chuckles]

Hmm?

Two guys... fighting... toilet paper everywhere!

Oh, yeah?

Who's defiling me rester-ereroom?!

- He did it! - He did it!

No, he did it! No, he did it! No, he did it!...

Get off of him, Plankton!

It was obviously Krabs' fault!

Why are you siding with Plankton?!

Why are you siding with Krabs?!

They're arguing!

And splitting up!

Stop hitting myself!

Ow! Stop hitting myself!

I'm sick of you!

What in Neptune's name is wrong with meself?!

[speaking indistinctly]

Jeez, is that what we sound like?

I hope not, 'cause that's pathetic.

I can't stop hitting myself, because I'm torn!

All right, you clones, I want a clean fight.

No rough stuff.

Go back to your corners when the bell rings

and come out fighting.

But first, you gotta shake hands.

Well, fine.

[chuckles]

Wow, this is a great handshake.

Splitting? So soon?

[laughing]

Oh, you. [laughing]

[coughing] Hair.

Here, me bucko. Let me get that for ya.

[chuckles] Freedom!