01x21 - Switch Glitch/Prickly Pests

[bunniefuu]

- ♪ 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 ♪

[toilet flushes] [whistles]

[upbeat music]

♪ ♪

- ♪ Lightning berries, lightning berries ♪

♪ I'm scanning for lightning berries ♪

♪ For dear, old, Mr. Plankton ♪

♪ ♪

[angelic choir]

Bingo!

[vacuum whirrs] Huh?

- [chomps and gulps]

Mmm. [stomach growls]

Mm. Mm.

Huh? [screams]

[laughs]

- [groans] Camper Patrick!

- [laughs]

- I can't believe you ate all the lightning berries.

- Huh? Who said that?

Oh, is that my hat?

- No. Wait, just a sec--whoa.

[electricity buzzes]

- [French accent] Lightning berries

and Karen's computer circuitry.

A potent combination

which results in a shocking mind switch.

A common occurrence here in...

"The Tidal Zone."

- [screams]

[groans]

- [Patrick's laugh]

Whee! [laughs]

Whee!

- Hmm? [grunting]

- And then Sandy said "yeah" and Harvey goes "yeah."

And then Kevin said "yeah." [laughs]

Everybody was saying yeah.

- Enough! Why are you talking to me?

- I'm making memories.

- Well, remember this. - Whoa!

- [inhales] Karen!

Ooh, there she is!

Where the heck have you been?

And where are those lightning berries I asked you for?

- [Patrick's voice] I ate them.

- What are you talking about?

You know you don't eat.

Now take me home.

- Uh...

- Oh, hey, buddy.

Come on. We're late. - Whoa!

- Ooh. Whoa, golly. [crashing]

Oh, sweet ride.

You really know how to live.

[both screaming]

- [screams] - [groans]

- Howdy, boys. You're just in time.

I'm almost done setting up the game.

- Whoa, whoa!

[Karen's voice] Whoa, what the heck?

My mind must've switched with Patrick's mind

from the lightning berries.

Flesh and blood and guts.

[gasps] I've gone analog.

Whoa! [groans]

So these are legs?

Whoa, whoa.

A living body isn't so hard to control.

- Huh? - I think I got this.

[vocalizes]

- All ready to play.

- This here's the toughest board game I ever invented.

In order to win, you need to know math,

science, literature, and history.

[foghorn blares]

What's the square root of ,,?

[whirring] - ,.

- Huh? - What?

- Uh, the increase in speed of a liquid...

- The law of fluid dynamics.

Post-structuralism.

AD.

The sinking of Atlantis.

[energetic classical music]

I win!

both: Huh?

[bubbling]

- That's great, Karen. Real great.

Now, I'll have to substitute radioactive apples...

[groans] For the lightning berries.

- [laughing]

Oof!

[Patrick's voice] Huh? Is that me?

I'm a rollie shoe now?

Cool!

Leedle, leedle, leedle, leedle, leedle.

- [groans]

- Leedle, le--

[Karen's voice] Ooh, ramp.

Ooh-hoo-hoo! [laughs]

- Oh, my Neptune! - [laughing]

[grunts] - Watch it!

[sizzling] [screams]

Stop fooling around and help me cut this open.

Hand me a scalpel.

- Huh? Huh. [groans]

Let me...

[laughing] I got it!

- Now, hand it to me.

[screams]

Ow, ow, ow, ow!

Careful! That's full of sulfuric...acid.

[screams]

All right, time for a robot reboot.

[drill whirring]

Get back here!

[groans]

[whirring]

[groans]

[bubbling]

- [grunting]

- What's gotten into you, Patrick?

- You don't seem like yourself today.

- Well, I'm not myself.

I'm Karen, Plankton's computer assistant in Patrick's body.

[both scream] - Our minds got switched

when we were both electrified by lightning berries.

- Hot diggity dog! A mind switch!

- [gasps]

- Let's analyze. What's it like?

- Well, being in Patrick's body

has opened up senses that I never had like taste.

- Here, try a doughnut.

[beeping]

[expl*si*n] - Ah!

That's delicious!

Hey, what's this taste like?

[vacuum whirring]

That tastes pretty good too.

[burps]

- Wow.

- Are there more things to ingest out here?

[groans]

[screaming]

[groans]

What's happening to me?

- That's called pain.

- Ooh. Whoa. [heartbeat thumping]

Pain. Fascinating.

Ooh. Come on.

Kick me for more pain.

both: Hmm.

- [grunts] - Ow, ow, ow.

[laughter]

[bubbling]

- Whoo-hoo! - [groans]

Get back here! [groans]

- Make way for the rollie shoe!

[laughing]

- Nothing to see here! Go back to your childhoods!

[drill whirring]

[toilet flushes] - You okay in there, Karen?

- [gasps and groans]

Sense of smell, not so great.

Phew, well, it's been interesting,

but all in all,

I'll be happy to be back in my old computer self.

- Ooh, I rigged up this device

that I think will switch you and Patrick's minds back.

I call it the crisscross contraption.

[all groan] - That's my body!

We have to swap our minds back!

- What are you talking about? I'm a rollie shoe.

Rollie shoe forever!

[horse whinnies]

- Not a chance.

I'm rollie shoe!

all: Whoa!

[all screaming]

- [screams] - Huh?

[quirky energetic music]

[all screaming]

[tires squeal]

- [grumbling]

all: Whoa!

- [laughing]

- Hey, over there!

♪ ♪

- [grunts]

- [laughs] - Hmm.

- [laughs] - Ooh!

Hmm? - Whoa!

[laughs]

♪ ♪

all: Huh?

[all scream]

- [panting] [all groaning]

- [laughs]

You can't catch the rollie shoe!

[blows raspberry] - Okay, Patrick.

I was saving this for my last meal with tastebuds,

but you win.

So here you go.

- Ice cream!

[grunting]

I can't taste it!

I have no mouth and I must ice cream!

This is a nightmare!

[crying]

I don't want to be a rollie shoe anymore!

- Hmm. [grunts]

[eerie music]

Here goes nothing.

[both scream]

all: Whoa.

[both screaming and groaning]

[dramatic music]

[suspenseful music]

- Karen, is that you?

- Duh! - [groans]

It didn't work!

You're still that pink pinhead.

- [Karen's voice] Gotcha! - [groans]

Why did I give you a sense of humor?

Whoa. - Come on.

Let's go home. - Whee!

- All's well that ends well. Right, Patrick?

- Ice cream! Gimme, gimme, gimme!

[screams]

- That's peculiar.

- [screaming]

[kettle hissing]

[both scream]

[whirring]

[tense music]

[dramatic music]

- Leedle, leedle, leedle, lee.

Hey, I'm me again.

Guys?

- Leedle, leedle, leedle, lee.

all: Leedle, leedle, leedle, leedle, leedle, leedle.

- [groans]

all: Leedle, leedle, leedle, leedle, leedle, leedle.

- Hey, new Patricks! Wait for me!

all: Leedle, leedle, leedle, leedle, leedle, lee!

- [French accent] Ah, summer camp,

where each child is unique in their own individual way.

[laughter]

Except for this one time

in Kamp Koral and this one place.

- Hey, what is this? "The Tidal Zone"?

[upbeat music]

♪ ♪

- Ah, isn't it a great day, Patrick?

The current in our faces, the pungent waft of flotsam.

[groans]

[inhales deeply]

[laughter] The creepy giggling of bushes.

- Look at that.

Oh, young SpongeBob just walked into our pranking zone!

- [babbles indistinctly]

- You're reading my mind, Nobby.

- Yeah!

- Whoa! [grunts]

[straining]

[yelps]

[laughter]

- Hmm, hmm? Hmm?

[groans]

- [groans] [Nobby laughs]

- Oh, hey, Nobby. - [babbles]

- Uh-huh. Oh, you don't say.

- What's he saying, Patrick? - I don't know.

I thought it was gibberish,

but now I'm thinking it's gobbledygook.

- Timmy fell in a well?

- Tablecloths are arbitrary?

- Someone needs a hug?

- The cool shed is warm?

- Okay!

[babbles]

Yahoo!

- Hmm. I guess he was telling us he was in a hurry.

[both singing]

- Prickly prank phase one is a did-done success.

Moving on to phase next.

[bubbling]

- Ooh, we must've walked a zillion miles.

I need to sit down for a bit.

[screams]

- Somebody's got urchin breath.

- Oh, it's okay, little buddy.

I must've picked you up while we were hiking.

- Can we keep him? - I don't know, Patrick.

Camp Master Krabs says they're...

[Mr. Krabs impression] Disease-ridden, filthy,

feral creatures.

[normally] So we better---

- [trills]

- Oh, I love him so much! - I want to keep him forever!

- He's like ice cream that's too cute to eat.

- We'll call him Urnie.

[bubbling]

There you go, Urnie. - [purrs]

- Snug as a slug in a mug.

- And this is just in case

you drank too much kelp juice before bedtime.

[toilet flushes]

- Phew, you're out of TP.

- [laughs] - Good night, SpongeBob.

- Good night, Patrick. Good night, Urnie.

[both snoring]

- [trilling]

[suspenseful music]

[rhythmic trilling]

- [trilling]

[all trilling]

[ominous music]

- [sighs and yawns]

Hmm. [gasps]

Patrick, Urnie's gone!

- What? Huh?

No, he's not. He's everywhere.

[all trilling]

- Well, they can't all be Urnie.

He must've invited his family.

[air horn blows] both: Huh?

- And man, do they know how to party.

[upbeat techno music]

- This is great, but what if

Camp Master Krabs finds out the urchins are here?

- Oh, stop worrying.

Old man Krabs won't find out for a million years.

[air horn blows]

[laughs] - [hums]

- [screams] - Hmm?

- [panting] - Hmm?

♪ ♪

Techno beats. That can only mean one thing:

urchins!

♪ ♪

All right, you disgusting vermins!

Huh?

Oh. [chuckles]

My mistake, lads.

I thought there be urchins in here.

Well, whatever you two scallywags are up to,

knock it off!

- Problem delayed.

- That was a close call.

[urchins trilling] both: Huh?

[both screaming]

- [chuckling]

- Meep, meep. [screams]

- Nobby, it looks like phase next is kicking into high gear.

- [babbles]

- Oh, where do they keep coming from?

- Do you read urchin? - Are you kidding?

[grunts]

It's an invitation to a party in our cabin.

- [trilling]

[roars] [dramatic music]

- Patrick, I don't think these urchins are friendly.

- They seem pretty nice to me.

[cash register rings]

- Sandy will know what to do.

[screams]

both: Whoa, whoa, whoa!

- [panting] - Whoa.

- Consarn it, SpongeBob!

You're getting urchins in my dome!

- [trills]

- Sandy, you got to help us! - Urnie had so many friends!

- Mimeographs and techno music!

- There was a mean one with a moustache!

- Cool moustache, but, oh, so mean.

Think you can science us out of this infestation?

Of course! If I can concentrate

the essence of my Sunday night homesick tears

and stimulate their electrolytes,

I should be able to make a formula that will

make the urchins want to go back home.

Voila! Science.

One drop of this will make that urchin desperate to go home.

Oops.

both: Huh?

- Sandy, I don't think it's working.

- Oh, no! It looks like they feed on our sadness.

- [roaring] [all screaming]

- [grunts]

[both grunt]

- Huh? [all screaming]

- It's an urchin apocalypse!

- And take that and that! And--

[screams]

- [grunts] Huh?

[groans] Ow, ow, oh!

- [hums]

[whistles]

[yelping]

[towel whipping] [screaming]

[all screaming]

- Whoo-wee!

This is funner than finger collecting

after a speed whittling contest!

- [babbles]

- Stop it? Oh, come on.

Let's enjoy it a cud more. Urchins are easy to handle

when you know how to speak their language.

[inhales deeply]

[duck call squawking]

- [trilling excitedly]

- [laughing]

[duck call squawking]

[laughs]

[dramatic music]

[all screaming and groaning]

♪ ♪

- [babbling indistinctly]

[laughs]

- Careful, that's "Mermaid Man and Barnacle Boy" number one!

It's priceless!

[shredding]

[both scream]

- [cackles]

[shredding]

[rumbling]

♪ ♪

[all panting] - Whoa, whoa, whoa!

♪ ♪

- Look!

[donkey neighs] - Don't fret none!

Narlene's here to save the day!

From our excellent prank. [duck call squawking]

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪

- Wow. That hick chick never stops amazing me.

- Those narwals are simply nar-velous.

- [pants]

[duck call squawks]

[sniffs]

[groans]

- [groans]

[duck call squawking]

- Oh, that's not good.

- Suddenly, I feel a lot less saved.

- [duck call squawking]

♪ ♪

- They're coming back and they look mad.

- We're gonna need a bigger camp.

- Sorry, fellas. You're on your own.

Bye-bye.

- Hey, is Sandy abandoning us?

- Yeah, isn't it great?

- [strained duck call] It's no use!

My triller's all choking! - [babbles]

- Good idea, Nobby. It is too quiet.

We need to amplify it.

♪ ♪

[screams]

[heroic music]

♪ ♪

both: Whoo!

♪ ♪

- Urnie!

Has anyone seen Urnie?

- Hey, I think I see Urnie up on that cabin.

- Let's go.

♪ ♪

- [screams] - Urnie, is that you?

- [babbles] - You got to help me, buddy.

- [growling evil laugh]

- You're not Urnie!

[screams]

- I got you, buddy.

But I don't got us!

- Whoa, whoa, whoa. both: [screams]

♪ ♪

- [strained duck call]

Uh-oh, looks like my squawking

set those critters' tempers boiling.

- [growls]

[roars] - [gasps]

- [roars]

- This was one prank that really stank.

[dramatic music]

- And that's how Kamp Urchin was born

and this new Kamp Koral was built upstream

with the help of Narlene's kinfolk.

- [laughs] - [grunts]

- Hi, Narlene. - Howdy, neighbors.

[groans]

- But what happened to the urchins?

- Oh, they're still in camp.

- ♪ Urnie ♪

- ♪ He's taking over camp ♪ - ♪ Urnie ♪

- ♪ He frolics like a champ ♪ - ♪ Urnie ♪

♪ His spines may prickle ♪

- ♪ As he tick-tickles you from head-to-toe ♪

♪ ♪

- ♪ Urnie ♪ [whistles]

- ♪ His spines may prickle ♪

♪ As he tick-tickles you from head-to-toe ♪

[toilet flushes] [whistles]

♪ ♪