10x04 - Snooze You Lose/Krusty Katering

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- Are you ready, kids?

Aye, aye, Captain!

- I can't hear you.

Aye, aye, Captain!

Spongebob Squarepants!

Spongebob Squarepants!

Spongebob Squarepants!

Spongebob Squarepants! - Ready?

Spongebob Squarepants!

Spongebob Squarepants!

Spongebob Squarepants!

- Spongebob

Squarepants!

- Oh, why can't I get to sleep?

Let's try it again.

Warm milk.

White noise machine.

Dim lights.

Oh, yeah! Fizz b*mb Cola!

- Fire in the hole!

Hey!

Will you two psychopaths keep it down?

- Oh, hi, Squidward. How ya doing?

- Horrible! I haven't slept for three days.

- Hey, that's great!

- It is not great.

I've got an audition

with the Bikini Bottom Philharmonic Orchestra

tomorrow morning, and I'm a nervous wreck.

- Why don't you try taking a walk?

Works for me. - You know, normally,

I jump up and scream when you appear like that.

But I'm so tired, I'm just gonna take

your stupid advice.

- No, Patrick, no!

- We've got to keep it quiet.

- Tell my parents I love them.

Hit the dirt!

That was sheer beauty.

- Taking a walk...walk...

walk.

Home.

- Spongebob? What's happening?

- I don't know.

- Aw, poor guy was just sleepy.

Looks like we're gonna be here a while.

See you in the morning, Patrick.

- Oh, yeah. I should probably...

- Aww.

Aww.

This isn't my rug! Where...where am I?

Who am I?

Who am I?

How am I? - Patrick, Patrick, calm down.

You're at my house. Oh, and that is your rug.

- Oh, yeah.

Ruggie, Ruggie, Ruggie.

Ruggie, Ruggie, Ruggie.

- Squidward, time to wake up.

Wake up, little Squidward.

Patrick, Squidward won't wake up.

- Ruggie, Ruggie, Ruggie, Ruggie!

Wake up, little Squidward,

wake up!

- Maybe we should get him up.

Wake up, wake up,

wake up, wake up!

Wake up!

Wake up!

Patrick, this is bad.

Squidward won't make his audition

with the Philharmonic Orchestra. What can we do?

- Oh, we'll have to create another Squidward in a lab.

- Patrick, you are a genius!

- Eureka!

- No, Patrick. It didn't work.

- Ooh, we've tried everything under the ocean,

and we failed.

If only we could just crawl up inside Squidward

and play him like a puppet.

- That's it! We could crawl up

inside Squidward and play him like a puppet!

- Oh, whose dumb idea was that?

- Yours.

- Well, it sounds good to me.

- Okay, Patrick, you go in first

and control his arms and legs.

Then I'll go in and control the brain.

- Okay.

Eww.

It tickles.

- How's that feel, buddy?

- Not bad. Okay, get on my shoulders.

Okay, Patrick, I'm gonna see if I can make Squidward talk.

My name is Squidward,

and I think Spongebob is a lamebrain.

Wow, you sound more like him than...

than Squidward.

- All right, Patrick, we've got a date

at the Bikini Bottom Philharmonic.

Let's get going.

Whoa, whoops.

Watch out. Take it easy.

- Hey!

- Left foot, right foot.

Whoa! Excuse me.

Sorry. - Yeah?

- Pardon me.

- Hey, Twinkle Toes,

you're in a no dancing zone.

Now b*at it.

Patrick, I just realized I don't know

where the concert hall is.

Uh, let's ask someone.

- Whoa!

Excuse me, ma'am.

I'm looking for the concert hall.

Whoa!

- Young man, you don't need a concert hall.

You need a hospital.

- Great Neptune, you're hideous!

I manage a freak show, and you're exactly

the kind of act I need.

- Mommy, look.

It's Frankenstein!

- Oh, Patrick! That bus is going

to the concert hall!

Patrick, do you have any change?

- One second.

- Hey, I wasn't born yesterday. That'll be three fares.

Hmm, what some people won't do to cheat the system.

- And don't come back!

- Oh, man. That conductor's brutal.

- Whoa!

- Oh, oof!

I was just, oh, um,

the thing is not on the thing. Oh, uh...

- Who is that imbecile? - Squidward Tentacles.

Apparently he's a clarinet player.

- All right, whenever you're ready.

The clarinet,

where's his clarinet? - Oh, I got it.

- Ew, why'd you put it there?

- I guess I never actually

thought of the moment where we'd have to play it.

- Let's see, the ability to play clarinet

has got to be in his brain somewhere.

It's just a matter of squeezing it out.

All right, thank you, next!

Huh?

- He's magnificent.

- What...what's going on here? Where am I?

I'm at the audition.

I'm playing, but I'm not in control.

I...I feel like I've been taken over by something.

- What's going on?

- I don't know what's happening.

I'm losing control!

- Must...gain...

control!

- That's an unusual playing style, but still.

He sounds magnificent.

- Patrick, I don't think I can

command his brain much longer.

- Me neither, Spongebob.

- What was that... Spongebob? Patrick?

You're inside me? Oh, how did this happen?

Get out of my mind!

Get out of my body. Just...just...just get out!

Ta-da.

- Oh, I am going to lambaste you two.

- You're a wizard. A magical, musical wizard.

- I...huh? Oh.

- Yes, yes!

Oh, bring us to ecstasy, maestro.

- I envy you common people.

For you are about to have the glorious honor

of hearing me play Gustav Mollusk's

Symphony Number Five in C sharp minor.

For I am in complete control.

- I cannot believe I let you talk me into this.

- Oh, come now, Mr. Squidward.

Catering is a great way for you

to make a little extra money.

And me to make a lot!

- Any ideas?

How's that?

- Perfect, now get out there

and feed the rest of those kids.

- They all seem so...

full of germs!

- Why, of course they're full of germs.

They're kids.

Why do you think I'm wearing this full-body latex covering?

- Okay, I'm going in.

Krabby Patty? Krabby Patty?

- Ooh, ooh, oh,

ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh.

- You're contaminating the food.

Just pick one.

I've been infected!

- Hey, kids, I'm a...

- No, no, no!

- Hey, I'm not paying you

to play hide-and-seek.

These children want to be entertained.

Get down here.

- I want a balloon animal.

- Uh, um.

- What is it? - A rock.

- Whoa!

- Okay, birthday boy.

Take a swing at that piñata, son.

- Oof.

Don't hit nice old Mister Krabs.

It's the piñata you want, son.

- Me money!

Do I look like a piñata to you, boy?

- Yes, get him!

Higher! Go higher!

Uh, don't forget to take your shoes off before bouncing.

We have to get out of here.

These children are menaces.

- They tore off my head.

Maybe we should make a break for it, Mister Krabs.

- I want my birthday cake.

- Cake, cake!

- Come on, men, let's cheese it!

- Oh, my, are you the high-class caterers

I hired for an extraordinarily large sum of money?

- Yes! - No!

- Yes.

- No!

- Yes.

- I do not have time for this tomfoolery.

I have a mansion full of very high-class guests

waiting for very high-class catering.

Are you they or are you nay?

- Indubitably, madam. We are your high-class caterers.

- But where are your tuxedos?

- Tuxedos? Oh, just give us a moment

to suit up, me good lady.

- Now, where are we going to get tuxedos from?

- You. - Hey, what are you...

Ew.

- Ready to serve you, Miss Money Bags...

er, I...I mean, ma'am.

- Very nice. Here is your payment.

- Mister Krabs, you can't take that check.

We're not high-class caterers.

- We are anything we need to be

for me to make this money.

Unless you wanna go back to the kids' party.

No!

- That's what I thought.

Then start setting up inside.

- This place is so shiny.

- Yeah, and so are the people.

- Oh, there's no way these people are gonna think

our junk food is high class.

- Hmm, you might be right.

Spongebob, go find something to fancy-up the food.

- Fancy. Got it, Mister Krabs.

- Good, now I'll just get the lay of the land around here.

- I want my birthday cake!

- Great Neptune's ghost!

- I want my cake! I want my cake!

- Hey, kid, easy, easy. Just calm down, will ya?

I got your cake. - You did?

- Yeah, yeah.

Your birthday cake

is right through here.

- Where? I don't see any...

Won't be seeing him again any time soon.

- I. Want. My.

Birthday. Cake!

- I want my birthday cake!

- What do you think of this, Mister Krabs?

I call it "Krabby Pâté."

Classy, huh?

Serve it while it's hot, Patrick.

- Spongebob, were those jewels on the patties?

- Yeah. You said "Fancy-up the food,"

so I found some shiny stuff for garnish.

Got a whole box. - What the...

Spongebob, you can't

just go around taking people's precious jewels!

- Well, I'm sorry, Mister Krabs.

I was just doing what you told me.

Don't worry about it. Just tell me

where you got them gems from.

- Oh, upstairs.

I went left, then right, then double and triple right,

then down, up, and right more times.

Then do four somersaults, a barrel roll,

jump backwards twice, spin till you get sick...

And you're there.

- Okay. - Fancy foods!

Get your fancy foods here!

Delicious.

- I love delicious stuff. My turn!

Yummy.

- I'll take a slice of that.

- Mine!

Ouch!

- Who wants food?

I'm a mindless drone with food.

Working for the man.

- Ooh.

- Here you go, princess.

- Whoa!

- Let's do this thing.

Hey, where you going?

Oh, down here.

I never heard of a marching quintet.

Uh, wait for me.

Wait, wait, wait, wait for me. Wait, wait...

Hey, hey!

- All right, what did he say?

rights, then four lefts, or five?

Ooh.

- I want my birthday cake!

Oh, you...get off.

Enough of this.

- If you don't get me my birthday cake, I'll set off...

All these fireworks.

- Give me those.

Young boy like yourself

shouldn't be playing with fireworks.

They're too dangerous.

- Gosh, no one ever cared enough about me to explain that.

It's like you're my real father.

May I hug you?

- Ooh.

- Mister Krabs?

Oh, uh, quick, in here.

- Why, father? Why?

- Mister Krabs?

- Um, yes, ma'am?

- Mister Krabs, we seem to be having some problems

with the food service.

Mine, mine!

- Mine, mine!

- Uh, I'll be right down to have a look.

Just need to find something here.

All right, where was I?

Four somersaults and a barrel roll, I think.

- Patrick, no.

The food is for the guests.

- What the...?

- So then, I was all like...

Oof. Well, I never.

- Food fight!

- Oh, my.

- Whoa.

This must be the place.

Hello? Ooh.

Ooh-ee.

That is one big... water bed?

- Birthday cake! - Dogfish.

- Hi, Daddy! - Don't call me that.

And stop jumping on that water bed.

You'll pop it.

- Okay, Daddy.

- Get over here.

Why, you little... - Hah, Daddy!

Whoa, whoa, whoa!

Whoa, whoa, whoa!

- Stop it, everyone!

You're ruining my par...

Oh, no, you did not.

- Barrel roll, four somersaults.

Look out, flood's a-coming!

- Nice doing business with you.

- Come back here!

Whoa!

Oh, no.

Ooh.

My cake!

- My check!

- My party!