13x17 - The Flower Plot/SpongeBob on Parade

[bunniefuu]

- Are you ready, kids?

kids:
Aye, aye, Captain!

- I can't hear you.

kids:
Aye, aye, Captain!

- ♪ Ohh... ♪

♪ Who lives in a pineapple
under the sea? ♪

kids:
SpongeBob SquarePants!

- ♪ Absorbent and yellow
and porous is he ♪

kids:
SpongeBob SquarePants!

- ♪ If nautical nonsense
be something you wish ♪

kids:
SpongeBob SquarePants!

- ♪ Then drop on the deck
and flop like a fish ♪

kids: SpongeBob SquarePants!
- Ready?

all:
SpongeBob SquarePants!

SpongeBob SquarePants!

SpongeBob SquarePants!

- SpongeBob

SquarePants!

[laughing]

♪ ♪

[waves crashing]

[light music]

♪ ♪

- Ah.

[inhales deeply] Ahh.

I always make lots of money

when the morning air smells
this good.

[inhales deeply]

[gags, coughs]

Huh?

Hmm.

- [coughs]

- What in
Finnegan's Footlocker?

- [gasps]

Looks like Plankton
is moving away, Mr. K.

- [scoffs] Yeah, right.

He's planning something.

- Well, Eugene--
- [gasps]

- I'm leaving for good.

Karen and I are gonna travel
the world

before I take it over.

[laughs]
- [scoffs] Yeah, right.

- Right, okay.

Bye-bye, then.

I'll see you later, kid.
- [whimpering]

[sobbing]
- [groans]

- [groans]

- You're still here, but I--

I already miss you!

- All right, that's enough.
Let's go.

[both grumbling]

- Farewell,
Krabby Patty secret formula.

- Mwah.
Farewell, Bikini Bottom.

- Yeah, right.

Hmm?

[machine whirring]

- [sobbing]

- Wait a minute.

Yahoo!

I'm free!

[giggles] Yeah, baby.

I'm free. I'm free.

No more Plankton, me free.

- [laughs]
- Free, free, free, free, free.

both: Free, free, free, free.

- [chuckles]

- No more Plankton, huh?

- Uh, Mr. Krabs?

- What is it, boy-o?

[both groan]

[both straining]

- Huh?
- Wow.

[soft music]

♪ ♪

- FlowerPot Florist?

- Oh, I just love
floral arrangements

at affordable prices.

- Well, I'd better make friends
with the owner right away.

I don't want another crazy feud
with him too.

Hello.

- Oh, welcome
to the FlowerPot, huh?

I'm the owner, Petunia.
- Well, I'm Mr.--

- Oh, you don't have
to tell me who you are.

[giggles] You're Mr. Krab, huh?

And you run the Krusty Krab,
huh?

It's my favorite restaurant,
huh?

- Well, nice to meet you,
Petunia.

I just wanted to stop by

and welcome you
to the neighborhood.

- You stop by any time, huh?

- [laughs] Well, thank ye.

[giggles]

[sniffs] What a nice lady.

- [hums]

- Krabs is actually buying it.

- [cackles] I know, huh?

This friendly florist farce
will finally get

that Krabby Patty
secret formula.

[both cackling]

- Huh?
- Hello, new neighbor.

Whoa!

[both gasp]

- Wow!

I like your flowers.

- [high-pitched] I get it.

Sometimes you just gotta stop

and smell the snapdragons, huh?

[both laugh]

- Whee.
- [gasps]

- Ooh!

[sniffs deeply]

I wanna buy this big one!

- That one's not for sale...
- Aah!

- But you can have
this one for free.

- Huh? [gasps]
- [giggles]

- Mmm.

- [normal voice] Whoa! [grunts]

Ow!

[sniffs deeply]

- SpongeBob...

get back to your grill.

I've got orders coming out
of my nose.

[snorts]

- Aye-aye, sir.

And bye-bye, ma'am.

[giggles]

- [sighs]
Sorry about that, miss.

SpongeBob can be a real pain
in the--

[gasps] Huh?

- [high-pitched] Petunia.

- [French accent] Enchanté.

Je suis Squidward.

If you ever need any help
arranging your flowers,

give me a holler.

Think of me
as your "Pogonia Pappy."

- Here's
a complimentary carnation

for "Pogonia Pappy," huh?

- Uh-huh, aha.

[sniffs deeply] Ha.

Huh?

Agh, look away!

I'm hideous!

[groans]

- [normal voice] Yeesh.
This disguise is dangerous.

- [high-pitched]
Enjoy the daffodils, huh?

- [laughs]
No one suspects a thing.

So are you ready

for Faux Florist phase two,
Petunia?

- Soon, my dear.

All in good time.

But isn't
this arrangement fabulous?

[watch dings]
Oh!

Time to make a delivery.

[hums]

[high-pitched]
Power to the flower.

[grunts]

- Huh?

- [giggles]

[pleasant music]

- Wow!
- Hooray!

- [sadly] Oh.

Huh?

- [chomps]
[all cheering]

[giggles]

- Don't pick your nose.

Pick a flower.

♪ ♪

[all chattering]

- Oh, isn't this lovely?

- Enjoy. Bye now.

Power to the flower.

- [French accent]
Bonjour, Petunia.

I would like to buy a bouquet.

- Back again, huh?

You'd better cut back,
Mr. Tentacles.

This is your fourth bouquet
today.

- Well, uh--
[chuckles]

- Mr. Squidward?
- Huh?

Back to work.

- [chuckles nervously]

[groans]
- Mr. Krabs...

- Hmm?
- You'll save me a trip.

Your Krusty Krab bouquets
are ready, huh?

- Ooh.

SpongeBob!

Carry that bag.

- Yes, sir, sir.

Whoa. I got it.

Oh, whoop.

- [grunts] Oh, thank you,
Petunia.

[sniffs]
Smell you later!

- You did it, Sheldon.

The Krusty Krab will be
festooned with our flowers.

Soon we will have
their formula.

- [normal voice] Well,
I don't know about that.

- Huh?
- Actually, I was thinking

of putting my plan on hold
for a while.

- What?

- And becoming
a full-time florist.

I love making customers smile,

and I really think I have
the knack for flower arranging.

Boom.

- Aw, that's so sweet.

My widdle man wants
to be a fworist.

- It's my new dream.

- Enjoy that dream
while you can, honey.

You got about five minutes.
- What do you mean?

- Don't you remember
your plan?

You sell exploding flowers
to Krabs,

wait for the timers to go off,

and while everyone
is freaking out,

you walk right in
and take the formula.

- Neptune's nose hairs,
I forgot!

I've gotta stop those flowers
from blooming

and save my new career.

[high-pitched] Huh?

- [hums]
- [gasps]

[groans]
- Ah, Petunia.

Look how your beautiful flowers

have brightened up
the Krusty Krab.

- That's great, Eugene.
Huh!

- Whoa!
- Pardon me, huh?

Pardon me, huh?
Pardon me, huh?

Pardon me, huh?
- [groans]

- Pardon me, huh?

- Don't forget this.

- I'll just freshen
these florets

and bring them right back, huh?

- I wonder what's wrong
with Petunia.

- Huh? Nothing's wrong
with her.

She's a perfectionist like me.

I'm in love with her,

and I can't keep it a secret
any longer!

Petunia!

- [pants]
I've got exactly one minute

to defuse these bombs.

[romantic music]

- I picked this begonia
from my own flower garden, huh?

- Oh, that's a nice one,

but I can't right now,
Mr. Tentacles.

Please step aside.

- [shushes]
Petunia the florist,

will you marry--

huh? [groans]

- You loopy lovesick lummox.

You sabotaged my whole plan!

- [groans]

[groans]

Uh-oh.
- [growls]

Not only did you play
with Squidward's heart,

but you cost me bouquets.

I say we step on him!
[angry shouting]

- Whoopsie daisy, huh?

Huh?

- [cries]

Petunia was very nice,

but I'm so glad you're back,
Plankton.

- Thanks, SpongeBoob.

You've given me the greatest
gift I could ever ask for:

just enough time to do this.

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪

- Let's go, buttercup.

- Toodle-oo!

[chuckles] No more flowers.

It's back
to the secret formula for me.

[cackles]

My iris!

[angry shouting]
[mechanical whirring]

[crowd gasps]
- Oh, no.

- Aah!
- Whoa!

- [cackles] I'm back, baby!

Huh?

[upbeat music]

♪ ♪

- [humming]

Huh?
[percussive music]

- Avast, keep your proposal
and propaganda mitts

away from me door!

- Come on, man,
I'm just doing my job.

[grunts]

- "Come one, come all

to the Big Bikini Bottom
Parade tomorrow."

Oh, boy!

- [grunts] Parade?

[scoffs] I did enough marching
when I was in the navy.

- Ooh, but a parade
is a great way

to get free advertising
for the Krusty--

- Free?

That's me favorite assemblage
of letters.

What do we do?

- We're gonna have
to build a float.

- Hmm.

- Well, that was another day
wasted.

- Your day's not over,
Mr. Squidward.

I want you and SpongeBob

to build a Krusty Krab float

for the Bikini Bottom Parade
tomorrow.

- Oh, yeah!

[imitates marching band]

- You two have ten hours.

And since you're the artistic
type, you get to design it.

- Design? Okay!

Wait, what's the budget?

- Well, that's the best part.
Zero budget.

You get to be creative
and use your imagerination.

- Imagination.

- [laughs] Can't wait
to see your masterpiece.

Have fun, you two. [laughs]

- Mm-hmm.
- Whatcha drawing? Lemme see.

I wanna see. I wanna see.
- [blubbers]

- I wanna see.
Come on, show me.

Can I see? Can I see?

I wanna see.
- [groans]

- Please? Huh?

Whoa!
- Go ahead.

Tell me how much you like it.

Don't worry, I can take it.

- First of all, it's genius.

- [chuckles]

- But it could use a little--

- Just build it!

[sighs]

[grunts] What the?

- Squidward, where do I find
building materials?

- I don't care!

Anywhere!

[sighs]

[groans] Of course.

- "I don't care, anywhere."

What?
[bright music]

Hello, anywhere.

- [snores]

D--aah!
- [screams]

- What are you doing?

- You know, you look like
a little baby octopus

when you're asleep.

- What time is it?

- Almost parade time.

I finished it.

I give you
the Krusty Krab parade float.

Ta-da!

I made it a little more
on theme.

- It's moron-themed, all right.

You didn't even use my drawing.

- Of course, I did.

I used it to patch up that hole
in the Krabby Patty.

- [groans] Well, whatever.

It looks fine, I guess.

The secret formula bottle
almost looks

like the real thing.

- It is, just bigger.

I even wrote down the secret
formula on the paper inside.

[laughs] Only we know.

I even wrote down the secret
formula on the paper inside.

[laughs]

Only we know.

- Wrote down
the secret formula?

That beautiful idiot!

Looks like I'm going
to a parade.

- Welcome to the annual
Bikini Bottom Parade,

and it's a beautiful ocean day
for it.

I'm Perch Perkins, coming
to you live from downtown.

And with me
is this year's co-host,

the one and only
Ice Cream King.

It's an honor to have you,
Your Majesty.

Do I call you King or Ice?

- [gasps] Hey, you're that guy!

How'd you get out of my TV,
you bad little boy?

Ooh, you're wearing makeup!

Are you a cloud?

I want a balloon.
- Uh, yeah. Yeah, yeah, sure.

We'll get you a balloon.

[cheers and applause]

And to kick off
this year's parade

here comes the Bikini Bottom
High School marching band.

You know, even when
they're not playing,

they love to march together.

The band is actually made up
of individual bands.

Amazing precision
from these youngsters!

- [gasps] They all wore
the same outfit.

How embarrassing.

- Oh, a perfect jellyfish!

- That's a jellyfish?

I was gonna say a clump
of hair.

- Wait, did that kid
just separate

into two organisms
via binary fission?

- I've been bicycle fishing.

It really hurts.

[crowd cheering]

- [laughs]
Aren't those kids amazing?

[horn honks]
And what have we here?

It's the kooky Nitwitting Club.

- [guffaws]

- Okay, the Ice Cream King has
joined his fellow Nitwitters.

Whoa, I've never seen anyone
drive like that before!

[crowd cheering]

- Any minute now,

that secret formula
will be mine.

[grunts] Ow, ow, ow, ow,
ow, ow, ow, ow!

[groans]

- Boy, after seeing this float,

everyone will rush
to the Krusty Krab.

How ya set up with those
expired fries, boy-o?

- Good and greasy, boss.

- Ready, Mr. Squidward?
- No, I'm not.

I can't see a thing
with SpongeBob in front of me.

- Excellent!

It's our turn.

Let's move it out!

[grand music]

♪ ♪

- Next up we have
the Beefy Bros

from Larry's Gym.

Whoa, look at those meatheads
pump iron.

That's some impressive
muscle hustle.

And here comes Mrs. Puff.

Oh, as her own balloon!

- Whoa, I want that balloon!

- Patrick's rock is one float
that doesn't float.

- Aah!
- [gasps]

- Oh, looks like Bubble Bass
has hitched a ride

with Mermaid Man
and Barnacle Boy.

And what's this?

Not to be outdone,

it's Fred in his incredible
My Leg Mobile.

- My leg! My leg!

I'm in my leg!

- [sniffs]
- [grunts]

- I smell grease.

- Oh, that's not me
you're smelling, King.

It's the float
from the Krusty Krab,

serving
over a million Krabby Patties

daily to hundreds.
- Whoo-hoo! Hey!

- Oh, there's everybody's
favorite tightwad...

- [laughs]
- Mr. Krabs.

Well, there's something new--
french-fry confetti.

all: Ow.

[dark music]

- [cackles evilly]

Time to meet your doom, Krabs.

[grunts]

[laughs] Secret formula
at : .

- Hang on, folks.
It looks like the parade's got

a last-minute entry.

I'd say it's some kind of
rancid hot dog on wheels?

No, folks.

I believe
this is Bikini Bottom's

own evil genius, Plankton.

- Whoa!
- Oh! [laughs]

- Whoa!
- It didn't take long

for anarchy
to begin this year.

- It's a rogue wave,
a nor'easter, a perfect storm!

- Oh, it's chaos
and confusion,

a tradition here
at the Bikini Bottom Parade.

- Yah!
- Aah!

Aah! [grunts]

- Well, looks like there
is something new on the menu.

- [crunches]
- Ow.

- The Krusty Krab float
is coming in hot!

- [chuckles] My leg!

My Leg Mobile!

- And here we see
the domino effect in action.

[all grunting]

- Huh? Oh.

- My champion.

- [grunts] Larry can't lift
this kind of weight.

[groans]

- Ladies and gentlemen,
this parade has careened

into a calamitous catastrophe

of crashing and chaos.
[all screaming]

- [chuckles]
Baby wants his secret formula!

- Aah!
- [laughs]

- Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no.

No, Plankton.
No, Plankton. No, no!

- [cackles evilly]

Whoo-hoo! [laughs]

- Abandon float!

Whoa!
- Aah!

Wait for me!

[dramatic music]

- [yells]

It's mine. It's mine!

[chuckles goofily]

- Hmm, why does he want

that useless prop, anyway?

- Because SpongeBob wrote
the secret formula

on that paper.

- Wait, what? What?

What?

- [cackles evilly]

- It looks like one last float
from the local gas station

is making a combustible entry.

Well folks,
this parade has now

officially been declared
an apocalypse.

[laughs]
- [grunting]

No, no!

I almost had it!

- [laughs] Come on, boy-o.

Let's go back
to the Krusty Krab,

where I can punish you proper
with unpaid overtime

for doing such a foolish thing.

- Yay!

- Aha! I got something--

an ingredient
to the secret formula.

I got an ingredient.

I got an ingredient.

- Hmm. Salt.

- That's right, baby. Salt!

It's got salt in it.

I'm cracking the code!

All I have to do now is
add the right ingredients

to salt, and voilà!

I'll have the Krabby Patty
secret formula.

You know, I really am a genius.

- Well folks,

another Bikini Bottom Parade
ends in disaster.

- Oh.
- Same as every year.

Ah, why not?

And now, I'd like to thank
my co-host, the Ice Cream King.

Hey, King?
- [chuckles stupidly]

- King?
- I got my balloon!

[beachy music]

♪ ♪