- ♪ 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 ♪
[melodic whistling]
- All right, it's square dancing time.
[upbeat bluegrass music]
- Hee, haw. Hee, haw.
Hee, haw.
- Take your campmate by the wrist.
Shake and shake, and twist and twist.
And pull his leg.
Hang upside down, and fall back hard.
And flop around on top of lard.
Yee-haw!
Now spin him 'round and fold and fluff.
Kick the door. - Hey, that's enough!
- Grab your counselor by the skin.
Pull him 'round and break him in.
- [screams] - Whoo, wee!
- Oh! [grunts]
- Now you're getting it.
Now twist his bones until he moans.
- Ow! [groans]
- Step from the cloud looking proud.
Whoo, wee!
- [groaning]
- That'll do it.
Uh-oh.
- Double Dutch uh-oh!
- Oh, we're so, so, so sorry, Mr. Tentacles!
When that crazy square dance b*at gets in my blood,
something happens.
I'm not myself!
I'm an animal!
[sobs]
- Leave me alone!
- Good Neptune, children!
You must leave patient be!
[dramatic music]
[shouting]
- Oh!
[groaning]
[coughing]
- [gasps] I just realized something.
We don't have a counselor now.
- Yeah.
And no counselor means no rules.
[gasps] We can do anything!
- [gasps] We're free?
[all roaring]
[animal noises]
all: Meep, meep, meep, meep!
Meep, meep, meep, meep, meep, meep, meep!
- Meep, meep, meep!
- Meep!
[animal noises]
- Meep, meep, meep, meep, meep, meep!
[clattering]
[growling]
[howling]
- [humming] Huh?
What the--
- [shrieks]
- Oh! Free-range campers!
Back! Back, you animals!
[screams]
[animal noises]
[howling]
[dramatic music]
♪ ♪
- [chuckles]
Hold on there, you little anarchists.
Camp rules state that campers cannot
be left alone in the cabin without a counselor.
I'll have to split you up between three other cabins.
[all gasp] - What?
Aw.
[bell ringing]
- Well, if I must take him in.
But I don't like the idea of harboring such a commoner.
- [chuckles nervously] Huh?
Oh.
[sobs]
- I'll miss y'all!
- I'll write you every day!
I--I'm not gonna forget you!
- Very touching. Turn off the waterworks.
Let's go.
- [sobbing]
- Well, if I must take him in.
But this cabin is normally reserved for campers
with an above-average IQ.
- Think of it as caring for a dumb animal.
- Ew.
- [sobbing]
[both sobbing]
- I miss you already!
- All right, break it up.
Back to your cabin.
Come on, let's go.
- Ew!
- [grunting]
Well, if I must take her in.
But, uh, I don't like having to train a rookie
this late in the game.
[grunts]
- She's no rookie.
Just take a lookie.
[owl hooting]
All right, so she's a rookie.
Think of it as taking one for the team.
Huh? - Oh, yeah!
Larry likes taking one for the team.
- [sobbing]
- Don't forget me!
Tell me you won't forget me!
- [groans]
Oh, for Neptune's sake.
No one likes each other this much.
[sobbing continuing]
Stop!
Back to your cabins!
[somber music]
♪ ♪
- Whoo!
What a workout.
So, uh, what do you press?
- Me? I press buttons.
Shell-o!
- Huh?
Well, try pressing this.
- What?
Oh!
[all laughing]
- [grunts]
- [laughs] Huh?
[laughter continuing]
[suspenseful music]
♪ ♪
- Huh?
- Whoa!
- She is the alpha bro!
- (CHANTING) Bro! Bro!
Bro! Bro! Bro! Bro!
Bro! Bro! Bro! - Ah-ha.
- Are you of the Pacific Basin or Bering Sea, SquarePants?
- I'm from Bikini Bottom.
- Oh! - Huh?
- [panting]
[grunts]
So this is my new cabin?
Wow!
It's like a fun zone! [laughs]
Look at me! I'm rich!
Rich, rich!
Rich, rich!
I'm rich, I'm rich, I'm ri--
[thud]
[water splashes]
It's good to--
be rich.
- Oh, how plebeian!
Oh!
- I seem to recall a young and green
Missy Upton swinging on these very
same curtains her first year.
- Hmm?
[bell clangs]
- Ooh!
Fevered scorch.
- Ahem.
I believe the term is "sick burn."
- Touché, SpongeBob.
- Oh, it's ever so good to be rich.
Oh, yes.
- Are you a wizard or are you a knight?
- Um, I'm just a Patrick.
- Huh?
[laughter]
- Aw, 'tis just a Patrick, the village idiot.
[laughter]
- [laughs]
That's kind of funny, I guess.
Hey, you guys mind if I use this to scratch my butt?
[gasping]
- He's released the Amber Sword of Drecktopia!
all: All hail Just a Patrick!
- Who wants their butt scratched?
[intense rock music]
- , , , , , , ,!
Whoo!
♪ ♪
Whoa! Whoa-oh-oh-oh!
Who's ready for a high-impact workout?
[all screaming]
- [groans]
-Yee-haw!
I'm the jockiest jock of all!
Row, row, row, row!
- Larry no longer likes taking one for the team.
[groans]
[regal fanfare]
- Joust for me, to the death!
[both groaning]
- [shouts]
- [yells]
[grunting]
- Bored!
Where's my jester?
Make me laugh!
To the death!
[jolly music]
[giggles]
[laughs]
You're funny!
To the death!
- Me believeth 'tis timeth for a revolution.
[upbeat classical music]
- Oh, good show.
- Nice one.
- Ah, polo,
the most sophisticated of sports.
Mm-mm-mm.
Tally-ho!
[grunts]
[shattering]
♪ ♪
- [gasps]
[all grunting]
- [gasps]
[all gasping]
But I'm rich!
- But I'm a jock!
- But I'm a tyrant!
[all grunting]
- Here, stranger, let me help you.
- Why, thank you, stranger.
- I'm a stranger too.
- Huh?
all: Hmm.
- [gasps] Sandy?
- Huh. [device beeping]
SpongeBob?
- Hmm.
SpongeBob and Sandy?
But who am I?
- You're just a Patrick!
- Yeah, that doesn't sound right,
but I'll play along.
- I missed you!
[all sobbing]
- So long!
- It's so good to see you! [electricity sparking]
[gasps] Uh-oh!
Stop crying!
Your tears are making my suit malfunction!
- Whoa, whoa, whoa!
[all scream]
[groaning]
- Love hurts.
[upbeat bluegrass music]
♪ ♪
- Yee-haw!
Oh, grab a bedpan, stop your chills.
Let Nurse Helga cure your ills.
- Music is for healing.
[inhales]
[instrument blowing]
- That'll do it.
♪ ♪
- Well, if you can't b*at 'em, join 'em!
[clarinet playing off-key]
[suspenseful music]
[clock ticking]
- Huh?
Huh?
[alarm ringing]
Show time!
[campers snoring]
♪ ♪
[humming]
Hmm.
♪ ♪
[inhales deeply]
[clarinet playing reveille off-key]
♪ ♪
- [snores]
Money, money, money, money.
[person giggles]
♪ ♪
Whoa! Ahh!
[babbling]
[panting]
[bell ringing]
- [mumbles]
- [grunting] [cash register dings]
- [groans]
[clarinet playing continues]
♪ ♪
[sardines grumbling]
♪ ♪
all: Meep, meep, meep, meep,
meep, meep, meep, meep, meep, meep!
- [snores]
[shouts]
[grunts]
[sighs]
- Ahh.
- Stop it! - Quiet!
- Ahh.
Another perfect morning.
[humming]
- Meep, meep, meep.
- I hope you all reveled in my reveille again.
- Meep, meep, meep, meep, meep, meep, meep, meep.
- Ow!
[campers snoring]
[trumpet playing reveille]
♪ ♪
[children laughing]
- [grumbles]
♪ ♪
- Money, money, money.
Money, money, money.
Money.
♪ ♪
[person giggling]
Whoo-hoo!
Ah, ha, ha! Yeah!
- Wow!
Larry could wake up to this music every day.
Let's kick it up a notch.
Feel the burn!
♪ ♪
- Whoo-hoo!
[giggling]
[bell ringing]
- Ooh.
Ahh.
[humming]
[applause]
[Patrick laughs]
- Ahh.
[inhales deeply]
[cymbal clangs] [sighs]
- [grunting]
- My tongue is less rippier
and much happier this morning.
- [groans]
♪ ♪
[grumbles]
Listen, pal, reveille is my gig!
- Meep, meep, meep, meep, meep, meep, meep, meep!
[cheering and applause]
- [grumbles]
Stop clapping!
Just shut up and--
- Meep!
[trumpet playing]
♪ ♪
- Ow.
[laughter]
[trumpet playing continues]
- Ahh. Takes me back to me nights
at the Deep Blue Note jazz club.
[chuckles]
Those were the--
[loud thud] Oh!
- [grunts]
- Days when people knocked first!
You'd better have a good reason to come barging in here.
- [grunting]
Reveille!
Everyone counts on me to wake them up,
not that horn-blowing buffoon!
[cheering and trumpet playing]
♪ ♪
- Ah, the beautiful sounds of "Anchoveille."
- "Anchoveille"?
You gave it a special name already?
- Well, yours has a special name too,
but I'm not supposed to use such language
around the children.
- But that's my gig!
- According to camp rules,
the gig goes to the best musician.
[cheering]
♪ ♪
And the camp has spoken.
- [grumbles]
- You might want to rethink what you're about
to do there, Counselor.
- Aw. [groaning]
♪ ♪
[playing taps]
[laughter]
- I don't get it, Mr. Tentacles.
No one wakes us up like you, and I should know.
I'm your biggest fan.
[grunts]
- Huh?
- I have all your albums.
- I don't have any albums.
- I recorded them myself.
I've got "Live at the Flagpole,"
"More Live at the Flagpole,"
and "Licorice Time with Mr. Tentacles."
I also have a bar of your official
clarinet-scented soap.
[note plays] - [grunts]
- Ooh, and this necklace from your jazzy jewelry line,
made from your used reeds.
- Ew!
Have you no boundaries?
- You're the best waker-upper ever.
Why, the campers would sleep all day if it wasn't for you.
- That's it!
Tomorrow morning, I'll wake up an hour earlier
and blow reveille.
I'll show those anchovy clowns
who the boss horn is.
[campers snoring]
[suspenseful music]
♪ ♪
- Huh?
- Hot cocoa to help you blow-blow your clarinet-o.
- Oh, thanks, SpongeBob.
That's really nice of you. - [grunts]
Don't want you to trip.
- [screams]
[grunts]
- Ooh.
- Maybe you should go-go back inside-o.
Huh?
Hmm? [chuckles]
[inhales]
[trumpet playing reveille]
♪ ♪
[angry muttering]
[grunting]
- Meep, meep, meep, meep, meep, meep, meep, meep,
meep, meep, meep, meep, meep!
- Meep!
- [screams]
[loud thud]
- Meep, meep, meep, meep, meep, meep.
- This is the worst day of my life.
Who am I if I can't blow reveille?
- Maybe you just stink at it.
- Don't listen to that, Mr. Tentacles.
You're the best! You're the--
- No, no. Maybe he's right.
As an artist, it's important to take constructive criticism.
- Well, in that case, you smell bad.
Your suckers need clipping.
Your armpit hair is long enough to braid, and--
[grunts] Your breath can peel paint.
And your skin is all--
- The only way to get better than that anchovy
is to practice.
- Mm-hmm.
[clarinet playing reveille]
- Huh?
- Huh? - Hmm.
[clarinet playing]
- Meep, meep, meep, meep, meep, meep, meep, meep, meep.
- [screams]
Ugh.
Reduced to practicing in the outhouse.
- Look at the bright side.
At least it's not the day after Mr. Plankton serves
his spicy piquillo pepper poppers.
- [shudders]
[clarinet playing]
- That's the worst noise I've heard in here all day!
Yuck!
I'm out of here.
[clarinet playing]
all: Meep, meep, meep, meep, meep, meep, meep, meep, meep.
Meep, meep, meep, meep, meep, meep, meep, meep, meep.
♪ ♪
[loud horn blowing]
[toilet flushes]
[booing]
- Boo!
- You stink!
- You've got no business playing that thing!
No business!
[both grunting]
[upbeat music playing] - Oh, yeah!
♪ ♪
[trumpet squeaks]
- All right, campers, listen up!
I'm the waker-upper around here,
and that's that!
[crowd murmurs]
- Hey, bro!
Larry wants to hear more Anchoveille,
and Larry wants to hear it now!
all: Anchoveille! Anchoveille!
Anchoveille! Anchoveille!
[trumpet blows]
Anchoveille! Anchoveille!
Anchoveille! Anchoveille! Anchoveille!
- Are you OK, Mr. Tentacles?
- [groans]
It appears the tasteless campers have spoken,
and they don't want me as their reveille guy anymore.
- I haven't spoken.
You are totally my reveille guy.
- I never thought I'd say this, but maybe it's time
to hang up the old licorice stick.
[sighs]
- [snoring]
Money, money, money, money.
[grunts]
[grunting]
Oh, so groggy.
What time is it?
[shrieks]
[panting]
[campers snoring]
Oh! What the--
what are you doing?
That Anchoveille is too smooth
to wake anyone up!
- Meep.
- Oh.
If the kids won't play, the parents don't pay!
Ah!
[grunts]
Wake up, wake up!
We need you!
- Ahh!
- Blow, boy, blow!
- Uh-huh.
- Why am I not hearing anything?
- I'm soaking up this moment of being needed.
- OK, enough soaking.
More blowing!
[clarinet playing reveille]
[shouting and yelling]
♪ ♪
- "Best Waker-Upper Ever."
♪ ♪
[upbeat music]
♪ ♪