That's the spirit, Squidward!

Okay, football fans, put your hands together for the Bikini Bottom Super Band!

These are some ugly-looking fish.

Maybe we're near one of those toxic waste dumps.

I think I'm gonna be sick.

Okay, everybody, let's get this over with.

One, two, three, four...

The winner takes all

It's the thrill of one more kill

The last one to fall

Will never sacrifice their will

Don't ever look back, I'll be back

Secret box? You never told me about your secret box.

Hey! Hands off, Peep and Bob!

This here's my secret box.

Besides, if I showed you what was inside, it wouldn't be a secret anymore.

Duh!

Those SpongeBobs!

If only you could see inside my secret box, it would change your life.

It's okay, Patrick. I know all about secrets.

You do?

I've got a gazillion secrets.

Like what?

Well, it's no secret that the best thing about a secret is secretly telling someone your secret, thereby secretly adding another secret to their secret collection of secrets.

Secretly.

You wanna hear one of my secrets?

Do I?

Uh, let's see.

Did you know you're my best friend?

No way.

Well, let's hear another one.

Okay.

Uh, secretly, I'm a little bit naive.

Wow. I'll never look at you the same way again, SpongeBob.

Gosh.

Tell me some more secrets.

Okay.

I love my job at the Krusty Krab.

I sleep with my shoes on.

I like jelly on both sides of my toes.

I've got an overdue library book.

I think jelly fishing and bubble blowing are the same thing.

I've never been late for work.

I've said the word fancy in conversation.

I like to dance to loading zone announcements.

I still don't have my driver's license.

I'm a little on the short side, and I'm wearing three pairs of underwear right now.

Gasp.

I never would have guessed.

Now will you show me what's inside your secret box?

No, SpongeBob.

It's for me to know and for you to never find out.

You may be an open book, SpongeBob, but I'm a bit more complicated than that.

The inner machinations of my mind are an enigma.

Listen, SpongeBob.

How long are you prepared to keep this up?

Gimme that.

When I die, you stay away from my funeral.

Do I really?

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh.

Why, this Krabby Patty may be the most horrible, putrid, poorly prepared, vile, unappetizing, disgusting excuse for a sandwich it has ever been my displeasure to have slithered down my throat.

But...

And I curse this Krabby Patty and all who enjoy them to an early and well-deserved grave.

Get it?

But it doesn't make any sense.

The Krabby Patty is an absolute good.

Nobody is immune to its tasty charms.

Nobody but me.

Are you sure?

Does this look unsure to you?

No.

Good. Now go spread the word.

Come on, come on, come on.

Still alive.

So delicious.

All the wasted years.

Mr. Krabs, I have an idea.

What am I going to do?

If I don't find an idea, I'll go out of business.

Mr. Krabs, I have an idea.

Why can't someone give me an idea?

Mr. Krabs, I have an idea.

Great Neptune in heaven, I need an idea.

Mr. Krabs, I have an idea.

What in the name of money are you waiting for, boy?

Tell me.

Okay, Mr. Krabs, prepare yourself.

Don't bother sitting down, because you'll just stand up when you see this.

Ta-da.

Great Barrier Reef.

That patty's spoiled.

Mr. Krabs, it's not tainted meat.

It's painted meat.

Pretty Patties.

Available in six designer colors.

Mr. Squidward, come look.

Don't that look appetizing?

Good, sir.

Wait.

Give me an orange patty with extra purple.

What's next?

Sequined milkshakes?

Bow-tie french fries?

No.

Pretty Patties, Pretty Patties.

Oh.

It's a shame old man Krabs sold the Krusty Krab.

That's a darn shame.

Hey, lady, do you know where we can get something to eat around here?

That's it, I quit.

Hey, this isn't so bad.

We can do this.

Hey, Patrick, come on up.

The air is fine.

I'm going to do it quick and get it over with.

Cannonball!

Hey, I lost my trunks.

Hi, SpongeBob.

All right, Pat, you made it.

Come on, Mr. Krabs, up here.

All ashore that's gone ashore, Mr. Squidward.

Land ho!

Looking good, Mr. Krabs.

Come on, Squidward, you're missing all the dry.

Come on, Squidward.

Squidward!

I'll do it, but I won't wind it.

Squidward!

What?

Well, here we are.

This is pretty easy.

I may keep a second rock up here.

Once you get your land legs, it's not so bad.

We're the masters of land and sea.

Hey, it's a local.

Hi, we're from underwater.

Do you know Sandy Cheeks?

Three, two, one.

Well, tan my fur.

They made it.

Better go congratulate them.

SpongeBob, Patrick?

Hmm, where'd those critters get to?

Oh, no!

Holy guacamole!

You can't eat my friends, you rats with wings.

What is it, trusted sidekick?

Ray!

Hey, SpongeBob, how come he's not chasing us?

Looks like he's frozen or something.

It appears to be some sort of prison chamber made out of frozen tartar sauce.

This is incredible.

Next to the dirty bubble, the evil man Ray is the all-time greatest arch-nemesis of Mermaid Man and Barnacle Boy.

I have so many questions to ask him.

Ooh!

Pat, what are you doing? We're not supposed to touch anything.

But you said you had a question.

We could get in trouble.

No, that's not a question.

He says not to touch anything, and that includes unfreezing a supervillain.

Free!

Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!

Uh, actually, Mr., uh, Man Ray, sir, only your head is free.

By the supreme authority of wickedness,

I, the evil man Ray, command you to release me from this frozen prison at once.

Well, uh, Mr. Evil Man Ray, sir, we can't do that.

Why not?

Because you're evil.

You mean, if I was good, then you'd let me go?

Yeah, sure, why not?

Then, uh, in that case, I am good.

Really?

Yes, really.

Really, really?

Yes, yes, really, really.

Really, really, really?

Yes, yes, already, I'm good, I'm good!

Now, let me out of here, or you'll suffer dire consequences!

Well, that's good enough for me.

You fools, prepare to be eradicated!

What's wrong with him?

I can't hang out here all night.

I've got a life.

Well, fine, if you don't want my money.

Money?

You mean, if we stayed open later, you'd give us your money?

Sure.

Mr. Squidward, welcome to the night shift.

From now on, the Krusty Krab is open 24 hours a day.

What?

What?

Wow!

Now we never have to stop working.

Mr. Krabs.

See you in the morning, boys.

I can't hang out here all night.

I've got a life.

Mr. Krabs, isn't this great, Squidward?

Just you and me together for hours and hours and hours, and then the sun will come up, and it'll be tomorrow, and we'll still be working.

It'll be just like a sleepover, only we'll be sweaty and covered with grease.

Are you ready to rock, Squidward?

No.

Good, because we've got customers.

Here, please hit me as hard as you can.

Squidward, I'm working in the kitchen.

Me?

At night.

Don't hold back.

Hey, Squidward, guess what?

I'm chopping lettuce.

At night.

Look at me, I'm swabbing the bathroom.

At night.

Ow! I burned my hand!

At night.

Night, night, night, night, night, night, night, night, night, night, night, night, night, night, night, night, night.

Night!

Will you please?

Hey, everybody, it's Leif Erikson Day.

Hinga-dinga-dargin.

Ahoy, Patrick, it's Leif Erikson Day.

There's a note.

SpongeBob went to get more giant paper.

Uh, Patrick, P.S.

Happy Leif Erikson Day.

Hinga-dinga-dargin.

Aw, so much for that.

Huh, this guy's not half bad looking for a maniac.

Wait a minute, Patrick.

I'm the maniac.

Ah!

Ah!

We'll take that as a confession.

SpongeBob SquarePants, there you are.

I turn my back on you for one minute, and you destroy half the city.

You should be ashamed of yourself.

You know this guy?

Of course I do.

I'm the one who gave him the uniform in the first place.

He's my responsibility.

Uh-oh.

And in conclusion, students, red means stop, green means go.

And SpongeBob...

Yes, Mrs. Puff?

I'd like to see you after class.

Six months from now.

Here come my parents.

Boo!

SpongeBob, hi, honey, we're here.

Come on, SpongeBob, hurry, hurry, son.

Your mother has dinner waiting.

Hi, Mom.

Hello, Mrs. SquarePants.

Let me help you with these bags.

Just give me a minute.

I cannot hold on to you any longer, little pebble.

You hold too many memories.

Well, Squidward, this is goodbye.

Goodbye, SpongeBob, goodbye.

Goodbye, SpongeBob, bye-bye-bye.

Goodbye, SpongeBob.

Goodbye, goodbye.

Come on, SpongeBob.

Goodbye, Patrick.

Goodbye, Bikini Bottom.

SpongeBob is leaving, he's leaving, he's leaving.

SpongeBob is leaving, he's leaving, he's leaving.

SpongeBob is leaving, he's leaving.

Look at this.

What is this stuff?

It's a vast, swirling wonderland of sparkling white pleasure.

Let it fill your senses with cascading, fluffy pillows of excitement and comfort as you've never felt before.