- 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!
- Ooh.
Delicious.
Pop!
Squish!
Pop!
Squish! Squish! Squish!
Pop! Pop! Pop!
Quack!
Top of the mornin' to you!
Krusty krab, Spongebob speaking.
Ring! Ring!
Gary, is that you?
Gary, I know you're there.
I can hear you breathing.
Ooh!
Mister Krabs!
This weiner tastes just like a krabby Patty.
Maybe we can add them to the menu.
- I'm not impressed.
- I made it with leftover ingredients.
- Now i'm impressed.
- Hmm, I could've sworn that sign said "open."
- Once in a while I need to breathe in and not smell grease
or the stench of my miserably failed life.
Talking to myself...
Again.
- And then I just cook it like this...
- Go on.
- My, what an interesting shape.
Are those for sale?
- Why?
Would you like to buy one?
- Well...
That would depend on the price.
- Would you pay the same as what a krabby Patty costs?
Sure, I suppose so.
- How about double?
- Now you're talking.
- Krabby patties again?
If only there were something else.
Hey, what you got there, frank?
- It's new.
Tastes just like a krabby Patty,
but it's shaped like a weiner.
- Hey, i'd like to request a weiner.
- Me too. - Me too.
Wieners! Wieners! Wieners!
- Squidward, what's that noise?
- Excruciating.
- Up here, boy; Take a look.
- I can't read it from here, Mister Krabs.
What's it say?
- It says, "krusty dogs only $ .
or $ . with cheese."
- $ . ?
That's highway robbery.
- Avec fromage, monsieur Squidward,
avec fromage.
- My krusty dog...
Handwritten on the menu.
Oh, pinch me, Squidward.
- Pinch yourself, you ninny.
- Spongebob, three more krusty dogs, pronto.
- Aye-aye, cap'n.
- Spongebob!
Three more orders of krusty dogs,
extra krusty.
- Wow, Mister Krabs,
we sure are getting a lot of orders for krusty dogs.
- Yep.
- Yeah, i'll get those going
right after I finish cooking up these krabby patties.
- Oh, forget about making those patties,
just make the wieners.
- "Just make the wieners"?
Um, excuse me, Mister Krabs.
Where are you going with that ladder?
Mister Krabs?
- I'm just going to make a few changes
to the krusty krab menu, that's all.
- Changes?
- Oh, that reminds me.
Do you have an eraser I could borrow?
- Eraser?
- Ah, never mind, i'll just cross it off.
No more krabby patties.
- Okay, just breathe normally, son.
- There you go.
That's it.
- There. He's starting to revive.
- I had this horrible dream that Mister Krabs
was never gonna let me cook krabby patties again.
- Pardon me.
- We're losing him.
Crash!
- Spongebob.
Spongebob.
Wake up.
- Where am I?
And what are these paramedics doing here?
- You're back in your old kitchen,
and the pair of paramedics were here to revive you.
- I was asleep?
- Yeah.
But just for a little while.
So I only docked your pay for the time you were unconscious.
- Mister Krabs, isn't that where the grill used to be?
- Maybe.
But now we have this!
- And what about my-- my spatula?
- I got you a new one.
All right, those wieners aren't gonna rotisserie themselves.
Everybody back to work.
- Aye-aye, Captain.
Squidward, can I talk to you for one second?
- I Don't know.
That's a pretty long talk.
- Has anything ever happened at your job
that made it, well, not as fun as it used to be.
- Well, actually, yes.
- Really? What was it.
- Being hired.
- I Don't know why,
but things just aren't the same
since krusty dogs were added to the menu.
- Spongebob, my boy.
I realized long ago that there is nothing,
I repeat, nothing that could make this job any more boring
or humiliating or demeaning than it already is.
- Look at that guy dressed like a hot dog, mommy.
- Let that inspire you to stay in school, Billy.
- Mister Krabs?
- Ahoy, Spongebob.
How goes the wieners?
- Meh.
I was kind of wondering,
could we just go back to selling krabby patties?
- What on earth for?
Krusty dogs was your best idea ever, boy.
- I know, i--
well, I guess I sort of just miss the krabby patties.
After all, they're what gave this place its name.
- Yeah, good point.
- Yeah, I mean, Don't you think that we should--
"krusty dog"?
Those wieners have got to go.
Here you are, hungry customers,
your delicious krusty dogs.
- They do look delicious.
- Yes.
Eat one and you will develop an unsightly skin condition.
Here's your foot long, sir.
- Thanks.
inches of deliciousness.
- Yeah.
You know, what gives them that added flavor?
- No, what?
- Nose hairs and recycled dental floss.
- Spongebob, what are you doing?
- We have got to get rid of these wieners
and bring back the krabby Patty.
- Spongebob, I never thought i'd be saying this,
but count me in.
- Hooray!
- Help!
I'm having terrible abdominal pain!
I think it was the...
The...
Line.
- Weiner.
- The weiner!
- Ladies and gentlemen,
allow me to introduce myself.
I am but a simple old-timey gentleman.
I came here for one purpose today.
- So I said, "it didn't smell so bad,
"but it taste--
- quiet, granny!
I'm talkin'!
- And that is to loudly decry
these modern new-fangled days of wieners
and to beg for a return to a simpler time,
a krabby pattier time.
- I'm not really concerned about possible ill health effects.
How about you guys? - Nah.
- How about nostalgia?
- Never heard of him.
- Okay, that didn't work at all.
- It only seemed to increase their appetite for wieners.
- We need stronger tactics.
- Right.
Something that would make Mister Krabs whole weiner thing
blow right up in his face.
- Yeah.
Blow up.
Honk!
Squidward, that's it!
Beautiful.
Your krusty dog, sir, with extra mustard.
- Thanks.
- Can I bring you something else?
Okay, I guess not.
Thank you, sir.
Wait for it, Spongebob, wait for it.
Now!
- Yeah, remember that?
That was-- oh, my Neptune!
That krusty dog is about to explode!
- What? Where?
Pop!
Splat!
- It's all over me.
- I-I think i'm gonna be sick.
- Tell my grandchildren about that.
- Have a nice day.
- Spongebob, what happened in here?
Where are all me customers?
What are we gonna do?
- Ooh, I know the answer.
- Hey, Spongebob, have you seen Mr. Squidward?
- I think he's outside on his break.
- Perfect.
And keep them krabby patties coming, boy.
- Aye-aye, Captain!
- Mom, look it's a guy dressed as a krabby Patty.
- It's never too soon to start picking a good college, Billy.
Thud!
Well, I guess I was wrong again.
It can always get more humiliating.
- You're it!
- Not for long.
- Hey, try and catch me, Spongebob.
Slam!
- Tag, you're it.
This game's too hard.
- I know.
What if both of us are it?
- But, then, who's gonna be not it?
- Exactly, neither of us will know.
I like not knowing.
Let's play!
- I'm it! - I'm it!
- I'm it! - I'm it!
- I'm it! - I'm it!
- I'm it! - I'm it!
- I'm it! - I'm it!
- I'm it! - I'm it!
Whoa!
- Spongebob!
Smash!
- Hang on; I'm coming!
Crash!
- Wow, what is this place?
- Look at all this cool stuff!
Ha!
I'm the Captain!
Yo-ho-ho, ya mateys!
Arr!
En garde!
Whoa!
Thanks, Spongebob.
I guess we better be more careful.
- Let's go back to the main deck.
- Okay.
Thud!
- Patrick!
I'm coming, buddy.
Patrick?
Thunk!
Patrick!
- Ooh, shiny and smooth.
- Wow, what's this?
"Mauna loa."
Whoa, i'm late!
Got to get to work.
- Spongebob.
Spongebob.
Spongebob, what are you doing?
I've been saying I need a krabby Patty
about a bajillion times, and you--
what the?
Nice Patty, Michelangelo.
I hope you're not expecting an award any time soon.
- Oh, that's just my secret--
here you go.
- Porous freak.
That was close.
- Spongebob!
Check out the new t-shirt I just made.
- Patrick, please!
What are you trying to do,
give away our secret hideout?
Give me that.
- What's with all the racket?
- Uh, s-sorry, sir.
- Patrick, if you're gonna distract me fry cook,
the least you could do is buy some grub.
- You got it, Mister Krabs.
- Back to work, boy.
- Sure thing.
Ar!
- Oh, looks like the work day is over.
See you tomorrow, sir.
- That's...
Odd.
Well, let's see.
- Come on, Patrick.
We have to get back to our...
Playground.
- Keep the change, my good man.
A gum wrapper
and a coin that says "mauna loa."
- Mauna loa?
As in the shipwreck mauna loa?
Legend has it
that the largest unfound pirate's Booty lies...
In its ruins.
- I've been searching for this treasure
nearly me entire adult life,
looking over every nook, every cranny,
every dumpster.
Once I get me claws on it,
i'll be the richest crustacean in the world.
- Well, I guess that explains this.
Looks like him and Patrick are trying
to horde the lot for themselves.
- Come on, Squidward.
We're gonna let those two dingalings
lead us straight to the mauna loa.
- Actually, I have a hot date with my toenail clipper tonight.
But have fun with that.
- Hey, Patrick, do you think we gave away too much
about our secret hideout?
- Oh, gee, Spongebob.
Who cares if everyone knows about our secret hideout?
- Doesn't that make the secret hideout
a little less secret-y?
- Well, no.
It's just a secret that everybody knows about.
What's wrong, Spongebob?
- Just as I thought.
We're being followed.
That's it.
Looks like no one was following us
to the hideout after all.
- Found it!
- Hey.
Were you following us?
- No, I just saw the sign.
- So you thought you could hide the treasure
from old man krabs, did you?
- I'm not aware of any treasure,
but I suppose since you're such a nice boss,
you can hang out at the hideout,
just as long as you keep it a secret.
You're such a nice--
you expect me to believe this malarkey?
The old stonewall, eh?
Well, we'll see about that.
Where'd you two blunderers find the gold coin?
- If my eyes weren't burning like they were full of lava,
I could show you.
- Pushovers.
- I knew i'd find it!
Check it out, fellers!
Cold, hard doubloons!
- Uh, you might want to take a closer look at your coinage.
What's this?
"Token has no monetary value"?
Tokens?
This must be a decoy.
- Ahoy, Mister Krabs.
Maybe they hid the loot off-ship in that shed.
- Hee-hee!
What the barnacles?
It's just full of tickets.
- Well, you usually do find tickets in a ticket booth.
- Ticket booth?
- And why are there height restrictions on the crew?
- "Must be this tall to ride"?
- Well, maybe they had something against short people.
I like their little clothes.
- "Captain's quarters."
There must be some treasure here, Mister Krabs.
- Out of me way, boy.
I knew it.
The lost treasure of the mauna loa
is finally mine.
I can practically taste them jewels.
That was a little lighter than I thought.
It's empty.
No good!
Ha ha!
Very clever, cap'n.
Throwing krabs the ol' ringer, eh?
He must have a treasure map or something.
Where you keeping it?
In your pocket?
Plastic?
Hang on a minute.
Plastic Captain, a ticket booth, tokens.
This ain't the wreck of the mauna loa.
It's the wreck of the mauna loa amusement park ride.
- No wonder we were so amused.
- Well, i'm not.
- Remember, you're always welcome back
at the secret hideout.
- This place ain't got no treasure.
Keep your worthless hunk of junk.
- Okay, but would you mind
keeping this worthless hunk of junk a secret?
Wouldn't be much of a secret
if we had a million people showing up.
- Ho, ho, ho, Don't flatter yourself.
People want to see the real thing.
It's not like a million people just show up
to an old amusement park ride for fun.
Wait a minute.
That's exactly what they do.
Ho, ho, ho!
Brace yourselves, fellers.
Your hideaway is about to become
the worst-kept secret in the sea.
- Welcome to the wreck of the mauna loa.
Arr.
How may I help you?
- I'll take ten tokens, please.
- Step right up.
Don't be shy.
Experience the amusement and terror
of the wreck of the mauna loa.
Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!
- That's right, folks,
we spared no expense
in restoring this classic ship to its former glory.
- Sorry, honey, but you'll have to come back
when you're a big boy.
- Oh, I disagree.
I'd say the little feller's just right.
- It's gone, Patrick.
Our secret paradise is gone forever.
- And, alas, even the joyous shrieks of children
cannot lift my sunken heart.
- How about another ride to cheer you up?
- Let's do this!
- Whoo-hoo-hoo!
Clang!
- Whoa!
- Whoa!
Boom!
Whoo!
Whoo! Whoo! Whoo!
- That was awesome!
- Yeah!
Totally realistic.
- Realistic?
That realism nearly cost us our lives.
- Mister Krabs put all our lives in danger
with this careless contraption.
- What were you thinking?
Our little boy could've been hurt
on your disaster of a ride.
- Okay, people, let's not do anything we might regret.
- Too late for that, krabs.
- What are you talking about?
You can't take me to the pokey.
- For operating a danger to public safety I can,
and I will.
Honestly, I think you'll be safer in prison.
- Well, buddy, I guess we really lost our secret hideout
this time.
- And just when everyone was starting
to find out about it, too.
- Oh, who knows, Patrick?
The next fun, fun place might be just around the corner, huh?
- Well, I doubt it.
Slam!
"The real mauna loa"?
Ooh.
Patrick, can you keep a secret?
- Nope.
07x18 - That Sinking Feeling/Karate Star
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A square yellow sponge named SpongeBob SquarePants lives in a pineapple with his pet snail, Gary, in the city of Bikini Bottom on the floor of the Pacific Ocean.
A square yellow sponge named SpongeBob SquarePants lives in a pineapple with his pet snail, Gary, in the city of Bikini Bottom on the floor of the Pacific Ocean.