- ♪ SpongeBob ♪
- ♪ I'm off to summer camp ♪
- ♪ SpongeBob ♪
- ♪ Through nature I will tramp ♪
- ♪ SpongeBob will have you screaming ♪
- ♪ While milk is streaming right out of your nose ♪
Whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa, whoa-whoa-whoa!
Ahh! Ahh!
♪ ♪
- ♪ SpongeBob ♪
- ♪ When nature's calling ♪
♪ You'll see me hauling ♪
♪ I'm hitting the trail ♪
both: Meep, meep, meep, meep, meep, meep, meep.
- Meep, meep, meep.
[laughter]
- Huh?
both: Meep?
- And so I says to Mable, I says...
both: Oh. - What?
- Oh, no. - Huh?
- Ooh. - Oh.
- Bubble Bass, let go!
That off-brand soda's not worth it.
- You can take my hat, but you will never take my beverage.
Ah.
[screams]
- Huh? [groans]
- [snoring] - Uh-huh, uh-huh.
- Ooh. Whoa.
Hey, my hat just flew the coop.
- What? Well, that's strange. Hmm.
- [groans] - Patrick!
- [screams]
- What's wrong with your hat, Patrick?
- I glued it to my head this morning, so I wouldn't lose it.
[screams and groans]
- Someone or something is swiping our hats.
It's a matter of camp pride that we get them back.
Looks like we're going up there.
both: Ooh.
- Where all the balloons go? - Higher.
- Oh. [clears throat]
[high pitched voice] Where all the balloons go?
- Yup, the weirdest place of any space.
Outer space. - Ooh.
- Uh-huh, mm, huh.
[buttons beeping]
Is everybody strapped in?
- [groans] Ah.
- [groans and screams]
Uh-huh.
- Okay, the hat is in position.
Soon as it takes off, we follow it.
- There it goes.
- And here we go.
We're about to leave Earth's atmosphere
and enter outer space.
- We're entering the outer? - [groans]
I think I just exited my inner.
- Ooh, there it is.
- Huh? Ooh.
Patrick, look, I'm weightless.
[chuckles]
- Oh, yeah? Well, I'm witless.
[laughs]
- [hums]
Yup.
Yoop. Yup. - [gasps]
- Yoop. Oop. [trills]
- [laughs]
[groans] I'm drowning.
- No, Patrick, like this.
[hums]
- [chuckles]
Cramp. I'm drowning again.
[alarm blaring] - Huh?
- The hat is leading us straight into
an astro belt full of space junk.
- [gasps] This must be where
the socks that get lost in the dryer go.
- [groans]
Hmm.
- Gravity engaged.
both: [groans]
- Ah, I lost the hat. [alarm blaring]
Oh, but my sensors detect another ship in the area.
- Huh?
Whoa.
- Hot dog! Looks like we got us a space chase.
Take the wheel and follow that space ship.
All right, space doggy. You're mine now.
[grunts]
[groans] Uh-oh.
[alarm beeping] - Whoa.
- Whoa, whoa.
Hang on, fellas.
We're going through a worm hole.
[all screaming]
- [laughs] - [chuckles]
- I'm ready.
- Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
- [screams]
- [grumbles]
- [groaning]
Well, that ain't good.
And that's even worse.
Well, we did our best, but it looks like
we're out of gas and stranded in outer space forever.
- Don't worry. I'll find us a gas station.
[bell rings] [laughs]
Leedle, leedle, leedle, leedle.
- Huh? - [gasps]
We got company.
I hear drums. - Oh, that's my knees knocking.
- Hello, sir. Do you have a moment to talk about...
[groans]
- How do, space cases.
- [mumbles]
- Huh? Narlene and Nobby?
[laughs]
- Those two rascals never stop amazing me.
- We was out here collecting space junk
when we saw y'all and thought we'd have some fun.
Hey, what y'all doing so far from Kamp Koral?
- This is gonna sound plum loco, but...
- We're looking for hats out here.
- Hmm. Hats?
[gasps] Oh!
I bet I know whereabout your hats are.
[wolf howls] - The moon?
- That's right. Come on. We'll tug you there.
- [mumbles] We'll bring you there.
- Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. - Whoa.
- [laughs]
- Look at that. Rubber baby buggy bumpers.
- We made it. Huh?
- Whoa! - Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
[all screaming]
- Well, I'll be dipped and rolled in cr*cker crumbs.
Who lives there?
- Come on, I'll introduce you.
- Can't you read?
both: "Go away."
- That's hill speak for welcome.
- [laughs]
Cousin Narlene and cousin Nobby, howdy!
Ha!
- SpongeBob, Sandy,
I'd like you to meet cousin Hatty McDooty.
- Well, howdy dooty, Hatty McDooty.
- Well, howdy dandy, SpongeBob and Sandy.
[gasps]
What brings y'all to my humble lunar home?
- Hats. - [laughs]
You got hats.
- No. You got their hats.
- Oh, sorry.
[groans] Can't help ya.
I'm hatless.
Ah, great. Another dud.
[both gasp] - That where all the hats went.
- [mumbles]
[groans]
- What's the big idea swiping all these hats?
- Well, you caught me.
You see, my head is an unusual shape and size.
I'm just looking for a hat that fits.
You see? Nothing fits.
- Um, why don't you try putting on a hat inside your space jug?
You jug head.
- [gasps]
Well, ain't that a humdinger.
A perfect fit.
Thank you, young'uns.
- [alien mumbles] all: Huh?
- [gasps] - [alien mumbles]
- Who in thunder is that?
- Ah. [chuckles]
That's my sweetie pie, the moon maid.
Wait till she sees this.
I'm coming, my beloved.
With a hat! - [laughs]
- Well, hats all, folks. [laughs]
[both groan]
- You expect us to believe that you met a "moon man"
and he took all our hats. Hmm?
- Sure do. - Uh-huh.
[all grumbling]
- If it were true like you say,
where are our hats?
all: Huh?
- Special delivery.
- All's well that ends-- we forgot Patrick!
We forgot Patrick!
- [laughing]
I got the gas.
- Looks all clear.
[panting]
[sighs]
Me secret hidey hole.
Now, to get comfortable.
[chuckles]
[groans]
[sighs] Ah, here we go.
Hmm.
Whoo-hoo. Ha-ha.
[easy listening music playing] [sighs] Perfect.
- [mumbling] - [groaning]
What you find, Nobby? - Ooh.
- Oh, camp master Krabs.
Well, how do, camp master Krabs?
You're looking mighty shiny today.
What brings you out to these parts?
Hmm. I was raised that it was rude not to answer folks
when they present you with a direct question.
Hmm. Still won't talk, eh?
Hand me a persuader, Nobby.
- Yo ho! [groans]
[mumbles] Poking stick.
- Mr. Krabs? Krabsy!
Hey, Mr. Krabs!
[grunting]
[easy listening music playing]
- [sighs, chuckles]
- Huh? He would've hollered by now.
Ain't nobody home.
I wonder where the old coot is.
- Right there.
both: Ooh.
- [laughs]
My name is Mr. Krabs and I'm going to kick you out of camp.
[laughs]
- [laughs]
[gasps] Nobby, you just gave me
the best idea I've ever had this morning.
Make room.
Now, we just need us a couple of Krabby peepers.
[sighs]
Now, let's go prank us some campers.
[both groan]
- [snoring]
- [squawks]
[slurping]
- Whoa, whoa. Whoa.
Whoa, whoa, whoa. Whoa, whoa.
- [groaning]
Camp master Krabs, I have a tummy ache.
What should I do?
- The best cure for that is to lick your arm pit.
- Huh?
[sighs] Wow.
I feel so much better.
[laughter]
- Oh, this is gonna be easier than taking candy from a baby,
which is actually quite easy
'cause babies ain't got no grip.
- Attention, campers.
Today is skylarking day.
You have six hours to unleash all your shenanigans.
Three, two, one.
[horn blares]
Happy hunting.
[inhales]
[horn blares]
- [screams]
- And so it begins.
[laughs]
[horn blaring]
- Huh? And so it begins.
But this year I'm safe from all the skylarky malarky.
[laughs]
Blah. Tastes kind of clammy.
- [snores]
[horn blares]
Oh, no. How could I oversleep?
It's prank the adults day.
I need to hide from those skylarky kids.
Whoa. [water splashes]
Whoa.
[laughter] [groans]
They get me every year.
- [laughs]
Puff's such a fool.
We all knew this day was coming.
Those snot nosed tricksters won't get me though.
Not down in my secret lair.
- [laughs] - What?
What's so funny?
- I must hide before the children see me.
Oh! Huh?
[screams]
- Hmm, something don't seem right here, Nobby.
- [chuckles] Hey, camp master Krabs.
I picked some flowers for you.
Don't they smell nice.
- Whoa!
Really? The old squirting flower bit.
Well, I can't believe I fell for that.
- [screaming]
- We best skedaddle.
We're in the middle of a prank-pocalypse.
We need to find us a hidey hole.
Quick, in here.
- Three, two, one.
This is fun!
- Whoa!
Oh, we been pranked again.
Whoo-wee. Safe at last.
- Hey, camp master Krabs. - [screams]
- I made your favorite sandwich.
- [gasps]
- Don't you want it?
Hey, wait a second.
Were your arms and hands always legs and feet?
- Uh, it's, uh, leggy armed feet for hands condition
that runs in me family. Arg.
- Well, as long as you don't have feet for a mouth,
you're gonna love this sandwich.
It's your favorite.
- Uh, is it real?
Is it gonna explode?
- [laughs]
I pranked you.
I used two types of cheese, so you would have trouble
deciding which one you liked best.
[laughs]
- Uh, yeah. You got us.
Uh, I mean, me. [chuckles]
I'm gonna go now. - [groans]
Happy plank day!
- [screams]
- It's not plank day, Patrick.
It's prank day.
- Uh, tomato, potato.
- Whoa. [groans]
[laughter]
- And here's something to wash it down.
[laughs]
- Whoa.
Huh? - [laughs]
Da-da.
- Ain't nobody gonna prank us while we're holding a baby.
- [mumbles]
- Stand back. I got a baby and I know how to use it.
Huh, I told you it would work.
- Sure did. - Love, Da-da. Love.
- Ah.
Ain't she just the cutest?
[stomping]
Huh?
Kick me?
Oh, even the baby pranked us.
Run, Nobby, run.
- [mumbles] - Huh?
You're too slow. Switch places.
Whoa! [laughter]
- We got him. Now, let's give him the works.
- We give up. We give up.
[all gasp]
- Narlene and Nobby? But where's camp master Krabs?
- That sneaky coot, he's hiding deep in the woods,
floating in the creek. - What?
On prank the adults day? That don't seem fair.
And look, there's still
minutes left on the prank clock.
[all groan]
- I'm not one to complain...
- Yes, you are.
- We suffered through your japing
and your cretinous larks.
It's only right that he should
get what's coming to him as well.
- Yeah, my plank is hungry.
- Hmm. [gasps]
Well, have no fear 'cause Narlene's here
and what I got is a great idea.
- [snoring]
[trumpet sounds] Hmm?
[sighs]
The all clear signal.
Skylarking day is over.
Ah. [chuckles]
Ooh. What the...
a half-eaten sandwich? [chuckles]
I don't remember leaving that in there.
Oh, well.
[groans] Two different types of cheese?
[whistles]
Looks like a wild one this year.
Good on me for outsmarting them.
[chuckles] [farts]
[screams]
Ah, the old woopie cushion. Classic.
[hums]
[gasps and chuckles]
Nothing like found money to make my day more sunny.
[laughs and gasps]
[screams] - [laughs]
- [screams and groans]
Hey, cut it out.
I heard the all clear horn.
Prank the adults day is over.
- Not quite.
[laughter]
- Take a look at the prank clock.
- Huh? There's still five minutes left.
[gasps and stutters]
You don't want to skylark your good old camp master.
[chuckles] Do you?
[all grumbling]
- [screams]
- Get him!
- [screams]
- Best plank day ever.
- [whistling]
♪ ♪
01x26 - Hats Off to Space/In a Nut's Shell
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Follows 10-year-old SpongeBob SquarePants as he spends his summer at a sleepaway camp called Kamp Koral.
Follows 10-year-old SpongeBob SquarePants as he spends his summer at a sleepaway camp called Kamp Koral.