Kreepaway Kamp (2024)

[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!

Oh, boy, breakfast.

Hey! Bad breakfast!

You go in my tummy!

- Wow.

You're the first food

to ever escape.

I salute you, sir.

- Oh, it's an envelope!

Not my favorite flavor,

but whatever.

Oh!

It's an opening envelope,

not an eating envelope.

These things should come

with instructions!

Maybe SpongeBob can help.

He's good at stuff and things.

SpongeBob!

Can you open

this breakfast envelope for me?

- You got

a breakfast envelope too?

How mysterious.

Let's open them together!

- This letter's just

"snot" gonna open!

Maybe it just needs

a little extra elbow grease.

See?

What'd I tell--agh!

My old Kamp Koral neckerchief?

Neat.

- My old Kamp Koral underwear!

I haven't worn these in years.

- Say, you think

anyone else got sent

fun Kamp Koral memories?

Let's ask our old bunkmate,

Sandy.

I think these memories

are cutting off the circulation

to my brain.

- Envelope?

Oh, yeah, I got one of those.

Opened it up and got hit right

in the kisser by my old braces!

- Cool, everyone got a prize.

OK, mystery solved.

Goodbye.

- Wait!

Didn't you read

the letter in the envelope?

both: The letter?

- "Do you miss the carefree

days of your youth?

"Well, pine away no more,

because you're invited

"to a k*ller reunion

at Kamp Koral.

"Come relive your childhood

and party down.

You'll just die

from all the fun."

Signed "X."

Do you know what this means?

- Yep.

"This" refers to a specific

person or object.

- Uh, yeah, that is right,

but it also means,

we're going back to Kamp Koral!

- Yee-haw! High five!

- High five!

- Get swole!

Huh?

Oh.

Aah!

- Meep?

- Meep?

- Moop?

Mop.

Huh?

I ain't going to some dumb

reunion at me old summer camp.

I barely shut

that place down in time

to avoid all those

health code violations!

Huh?

I'd know this nickel anywhere.

"P.S. Look familiar?

Come and get the rest

if you dare."

Sweet Neptune!

A map to me lost camp nickels!

The ones I hid so well,

even I forgot where I hid 'em.

Me and me money.

Now, that's a reunion

worth attending!

- Oh, boy, I can't wait

to go back to Kamp Koral!

- Yeah, but how

are we gonna get there?

My unicycle's in the shop.

- Well--

- I know!

We could prance!

- Oh, boy!

I haven't pranced in ages!

- Just get on the bus.

Oh, yeah, the bus.

- Yeah, I do suppose

that makes sense.

Wait for me, dudes!

- And that's why Barnacle Boy,

with both hands...

- Moop moop moop.

laughter]

- What are you looking

at, boy-o?

You haven't changed

a bit since camp, Mr. Krabs.

Greetings, fellow campers!

I'd like to personally thank

whoever invited us

to the big reunion!

So who was it?

all: Not me.

- Oh, well.

We're sure to know

when we get there.

Next stop, Kamp Money!

- Eugene!

- I mean, Kamp Koral.

- Yeah! Whoo!

- Ah, good old Kamp Koral.

It seems different somehow.

- Looks like they changed

the name to Ka-Ka.

- Well, I must say, the place

has really gone to pot.

- Well, I think someone

is pulling a fast one

with this reunion.

Don't listen

to her, little nickel.

We'll find your friends soon.

- This place is, like,

way smaller than I remember.

- It's not smaller.

You're just bigger.

But it is a lot crummier.

Agh!

- All right, I think

this joke has gone far enough.

Everyone, back on the bus.

We are not staying here.

Not to worry.

I'll get the tools,

and we'll put

the wheels back on.

Maybe we could just--

- Well, looks like we're

walking back across the bridge.

- Oh, no!

We'll have to use

the old tunnel.

That's OK.

To the hot air balloon field!

- We're trapped!

- Every way to get is gone!

- Maybe for the likes

of you rabble.

Regigilled, commence

Operation Wealth Extraction.

What in tarnation?

- What is that?

- Whoa! What is it?

- Whoa!

- Huh?

Wait!

- Wait, wait, wait.

- Hurry, Regigilled.

Look what you've done

to my third-favorite

helicopter!

I am offended! Hmph!

- Hey, at least

no one got hurt, right?

Finally alone.

Now to find me booty!

Let's see, 100 paces south.

OK!

1, 2, 3--

Hey, out of my way, cabin!

Stupid cabin!

4, 5...

- What should we do now,

Mr. Krabs?

Mr. Krabs?

- Has anyone seen Eugene?

- I think I saw him walk off

with something under his arm.

- If my dad had a newspaper

under his arm when he left,

we won't see him

for a couple of hours.

- 98, 99, 100!

Ooh! X marks the spot!

Found it!

Ooh, now to get

what's coming to me!

Huh?

- Hey, that sounds

like Mr. Krabs...

having a blast!

Good ol' Camp Master Krabs.

He knows how to have fun.

Whoo-hoo!

- What's that?

- Maybe it's another bus

to take us home.

Nurse Helga!

- It is me!

I am here for the reunion!

- What'd I miss?

- Ooh!

And it looks like

I got here just in time!

- Come back,

bubby with the boo-boo!

- Looks like Kamp Koral

is reopen for business!

Yay! Yay, yay!

- Well, g*ng, if we're

gonna be stuck here,

we might as well enjoy

being back in camp!

Jump up and cheer

for old Kamp Koral

Where the food is bad

and tastes abnormal

The bunks are filled

with bugs

And the woods

are paranormal

But we love it here in camp

So there'll be no quarrel!

- We're gonna die out here.

- I don't know

what's happening.

- Is this really our old cabin?

Regigilled, door!

- As you wish.

- Oh, heavens!

Disgusting!

Outrageous!

Our beautiful cabin's gone

from chateau to shanty!

both: Eww.

- Oh, my.

- Oh.

Regigilled!

- As you wish.

both: Huh?

- It's a bit lumpier

than I remember.

Huh?

This place is haunted!

Oh. Regigilled!

- As you wish.

- Will there be anything else?

As you wish.

- Thanks for removing

that helicopter thingy.

But now my stomach

is empty again!

Food!

- Ugh. Imbeciles.

Ay, this cabin was spotless

when I left.

My scalpels!

My clamps!

My slashing tools!

All gone!

Huh?

Who's there?

Does someone have a boo-boo?

Do you need Nurse Helga

to put you back together?

Ha!

Phew!

- Will you please keep it down!

- Shh!

That was obviously a werewolf!

- But it's daytime,

and there's no moon!

- Then it must be some sort

of marauding camp creeper.

- We have bigger problems.

It appears there's

no mechanism for zipping.

- Then let's improvise.

- Uh-oh.

Ow.

My posterior has suffered

a double cranial concussion.

- It's not looking so good.

- Oh, no.

His butt is wiped out!

- Thank you, Kevin,

but I'm sure my butt

doesn't look that bad.

- Hey, where's Kevin?

Kevin, quit goofing around.

I've got a feeling

there's something supernatural

going on around here.

- I've got a feeling too...

in my glutes.

- Food. Snacks.

Food. Snacks.

Oof!

The Krusty Kanteen!

Agh!

Let no man say I didn't try.

Huh?

Is someone blorping at me?

- Just one more drum of expired

chum left to illegally dump!

- I don't know

why you insisted on coming

all the way out here

just to dump some chum.

- Because not even

an idiot would come

all the way out here.

- Hi, Mr. Plankton.

- Huh?

Oh, it's you.

What are you doing here?

- We're here for the party.

Didn't you get an invite

to the Kamp Koral reunion?

- Reunion?

Why would I go

to a dumb daycare reunion?

- 'Cause we're getting hungry,

and you were

the cook here once.

So why don't

you get cooking, cook?

- Cook?

I'll cook your face!

- Easy, Tiger.

Let's play along

so they don't report us.

- Eh, fine.

Come and get it!

You lousy punks.

- You're not really gonna feed

them this putrid chum, are you?

- Sure!

Polluting campers is more

environmentally conscious

than polluting the lake.

Right, noodle brain?

- Mmm, brain noodles.

- Suddenly, I'm not hungry.

- Blegh! Me neither.

Hey, does anybody want

to play some volleyball?

- Does a one-legged duck

swim in circles?

- Hey, wait for me!

- Meep.

- Meep.

- Ugh. Yuck!

I've been sullied!

I need a shower.

- Wait!

Don't shower!

Have you never seen

a horror movie?

The Creeper will get you!

I'm alone.

That's against

the horror movie rules too!

Meep, meep, meep!

- Meep, meep, meep!

Meep!

- Hm? Ooh, that's good.

I can never get back there.

Harvey, is that you?

SpongeBob?

So clean--

so terrifyingly clean.

So clean.

- While we're stuck

at this dirty camp,

who's gonna be

the volleyball champ?

- Get ready!

I call this serve the...

"Hey, Mister, can we get

our ball back, please?"

- Owie, wowie!

That's gotta stingy!

Hit 'em back.

Whack attack.

Let's go, Dinghies!

- I got it!

Ah!

Oh, a wise guy, eh?

Ah!

- What you laughing at?

- I'm just laughing

because the woods are laughing.

- Hey, where's Mo?

- Obviously, incinerated by me.

- I think you mean

"intimidated."

- Yeah...

- Whatever.

We're still gonna

destroy you, dude.

Hey, Tall Tail,

you're subbed in!

- Come on, Tall Tail,

pull up your socks!

Smash that ball, win it all!

Let's go Jocks!

- I call this serve

Deep Impact.

Huh?

Barely hit me.

- I'll get it.

- I'll come with you.

- Mr. Krabs,

the Yacht Cabin, Kevin,

Nurse Helga, the Anchovies,

Bubble Bass,

and now the jocks have

all mysteriously disappeared.

- Oh, they're probably just

somewhere having fun!

Somewhere in their graves!

- I'm sure there's

a perfectly good,

highly reasonable,

scientifically-proven

explanation

for their disappearances.

And besides,

not all the jocks are gone.

Tall Tail is still--

jumping flapjacks!

He's gone!

- The Kamp Creeper

strikes again.

- This reunion's not so fun.

The cheerleaders always

the next one!

Give me a C-R-Y!

- Look, all I'm saying is there

are rules to surviving horror.

Like, don't go off alone,

don't say "I'll be right back,"

and no canoodling.

- And don't be ridiculous.

You're all acting like

a bunch of babies.

I'm not afraid of any creature

or axe m*rder*r or whatever.

If anything scary came at me,

I'd hit him like this,

and I'd hit him like that!

Bleh!

Very funny, Karen.

Very funny.

Come on, Chuckles.

Let's blow this weenie roast

and "canoodle."

- I wouldn't do that

if I were you.

- You wouldn't do anything

I would do, weirdo.

- Mmm, s'mores.

- You know that's

a pinecone, right?

- S'more pinecone for me!

Mmm, spicy little devil.

Ugh.

Maybe we should tell stories

to keep our minds off

the terrifying horror

that lurks in the dark.

- Ooh, I'll start.

It was a night

just like tonight

in an old abandoned camp

just like this one.

But there was something

out there,

something spooky

that prowled in the woods.

- Seriously?

A scary camping story?

- It's the only story

I can remember right now.

- Ooh, tell the part with

all the bloody axe-murdering!

both: No!

- All right, that's it!

No more campfire.

We're all gonna stay together

in the old Dinghy Cabin

until morning.

- Good idea.

I'll go get Plankton and Karen.

I'll be right back.

- She's dead.

- Aww, our old cabin.

It's a fixer-upper.

- More like a tearer-downer.

- I call top bunk!

- SpongeBob,

I think there's someone

sleeping in this bunk bed.

Wah!

Can I faint now?

- Be my guest.

- Uh, what do I do with this?

- Whoo! Yes!

I made it to first base!

Huh?

- Oh, there you are.

Hello.

What is wrong with you?

I almost had a heart attack!

What's with the mask?

- Oh, don't be so dramatic.

I just found some of my old

hockey equipment in the woods.

It's still got my name on it.

Good times.

Plankton? Karen?

Come on, I know you're just

trying to scare me.

Holy Zamboni!

- All right, so where was I?

Oh, yeah, I remember now!

There was something spooky

out there,

prowling around in the woods,

and it made

a terrifying shriek!

- Ugh.

I'm tired of being scared!

- Me too.

both: Me too.

- Uh, I'm not tired

of being scared yet.

- Come on, fellers,

it's time we fought back!

The C-C-C-Creeper!

- Hyah!

all: Squidward?

- Ow!

both: Patrick!

At least Squidward's safe.

- Oww.

You guys?

What are you idiots doing here?

- We're here

for the Kamp Koral reunion.

Aren't you?

- Reunion?

No, I've been here for a week,

ever since I was banned

from playing clarinet

in Bikini Bottom!

- The city has been

rather peaceful lately.

- Didn't you notice

that I haven't been at work

for a whole week?

- I assumed you were just

on a bathroom break.

- You must have gotten

an invite.

- Hold on.

I believe this is yours.

- Hmph.

This letter is

for Old Man Walker!

He never even went

to this camp!

You idiots ruined

my perfect getaway!

Now I have to get away again--

all over again!

Typical.

- No, wait!

Don't go out alone!

Squidward!

It's too late.

He's vanished.

- Everybody's vanished.

- Everybody?

Ah! SpongeBob!

Help, I'm vanishing!

- Come on, Patrick,

materialize!

Are you OK, buddy?

- I don't know.

I'm still processing.

- Squidward was taken because

he ignored the rules of horror.

- You mean, don't wear white

after Labor Day?

- Ugh!

I repeat, don't go off alone,

don't say "I'll be right back,"

and absolutely no canoodling!

Watch, I'll prove it.

Oh, my pumpkin.

My little lump of sugar.

Sweet honey pie.

- Did he say "honey pie"?

I'm hungry.

Aah!

all: Ohh.

- And that's why

you don't canoodle.

- Stand back, y'all.

Hiyaa!

Whoever it is,

they're probably still close.

Let's get 'em!

Oh, there must be somewhere

I can play

without any

annoying interruptions.

Huh?

You imbeciles better not

be following me!

Those morons got me all jumpy.

Huh?

I hate to admit it,

but that's pretty cute.

Ow! I take it back!

Bad bunnies!

Huh?

All right, who is it now?

I have a clarinet,

and I'm not afraid to use it!

Guess I blew them away.

- Squidward?

Harvey?

- Mrs. Puff?

Mo?

- Lady Upturn?

Daddy?

- I'm hollering!

I'm yelling!

Do you hear that?

Clarinet music.

It must be Squidward!

Aw, it's just a snail.

- Yeah, I thought

it sounded too good.

- I'll keep this safe

until we can

give it back to Squidward.

- Yeah...

I doubt he'll want it back now.

I'm beat.

I think we should call off

the search until morning.

Guys! Guys!

It got me!

Ow! Ugh!

Aah! Help!

Aah!

- Whoa!

- She's gone!

- The Creeper's got her!

- Aah! Aah!

- Now it's got Patrick!

- It's coming from back there!

The old Trawler cabin!

- Patrick?

- What is up?

- Was that you yelling?

- Yelling?

Oh, yeah, yeah.

Uh, I wanted

to warn you about, um...

- This spiderweb?

- Uh...yeah!

- Aw, thanks, buddy.

- On the count of three, boys--

one, two, three.

Of all the screamers

back in the day,

you guys were the best!

- Huh?

Big and Lil Roxie?

Or is it Little and Big Roxie?

- Y'all switched places?

- It happens

every three moon cycles.

- Turnabout is fair play.

- Good evening, everyone.

Welcome to my parlor.

Snip, snip, snip.

- Howdy, Preda Tory!

- Kidferatu, all grown up!

Good to see you're still

dead and well.

- He's a count now.

all: Huh?

- It's great to see

you guys again!

- Jimmy Blobfish?

Hey, you look--

- Yeah, I know, I know.

I lost my looks.

I was much cuter

when I was young.

- It's the delicious insides

that count.

Yeah, but his outside

isn't so bad either!

He still tastes

like maple syrup.

- Uh! I almost forgot!

We're all in danger!

There's a creeper in camp.

- A creeper?

- Sounds like

our kind of people.

- Y'all don't understand.

He's been snatching up everyone

who's here for the reunion.

- This Creeper sounds

fascinating.

- What do we gotta do

to get snatched?

- Well, Harvey said

you have to break

one of the rules of horror.

- That's easy.

We know 'em all.

- What are you doing?

- We'll be right back!

Huh? Hm?

They're gone!

- Hmm.

I got it!

I know who the Creeper is!

Think about it.

Who used to prank us

all the time?

both: Hmm.

- Our old hill folk friends,

Narlene and Nobby!

both: Ohh.

- So I say it's time for us

to prank them back.

- Narlene's cabin

looks abandoned.

- That's how it always looks!

It's shack chic.

They're in there.

I can feel it in my tail.

- I can taste it in your tail.

- You got your pie?

- It's here, in my pie hole.

- When Patrick wakes them up

with the clarinet,

let 'em have it.

Why didn't that work?

Dummies?

both: Uh...whoa!

- More decoys?

- Patrick, help us!

- I got it!

- Patrick?

Nobby, cut 'em down.

Hoo-wee!

If'n it ain't

the old ding-dong Dinghies.

What y'all doing

in our domicile?

- Like you don't know!

You've been pranking us

all night!

- Huh! 'Fraid not.

We've been busy trying

to catch a critter

that's been trespassing

on our property!

That's why we rigged

the booby trap.

- Alas, the only boobies

we caught t'were you.

- I bet it was the Creeper.

He invited us to a camp reunion

only to snatch everybody away.

- How would you all like

to team up with us

and put a stop to this varmint?

- Does the Tin Man have

a sheet metal behind?

Time we armed up!

- Ha ha!

Hmm.

- Patrick, don't eat

your weapon!

- Whoo-hoo!

Let's catch us a creeper!

- What is that sound?

Don't worry, guys.

I'll protect you

with my sandwich.

Ah! Oh, no, my sandwich!

Oh, thanks.

Uh-oh.

Whoa!

Oh, no!

That's Patrick!

He's been snatched!

- Whatever's out there

is gonna get us!

That leaves us

only one option--

- Run!

Huh?

No!

I was gonna say "fight back!"

Huh?

Sugar Squeezin'.

Huh? Huh?

For courage!

Need more courage!

That Creeper will never

catch me

in my underground

tree stump system.

Aw, I'm caught!

- Stand back!

I got an electro-hammer,

and I'm not afraid to use it!

My hammer's gone haywire!

Time for plan B.

So long, Creeper!

Whoa!

Now I know

what a balloon feels like.

The Clampitheater?

Is that where you've been

hiding all the bodies?

Why are you doing this?

- Because...

this is fun!

- Elwood?

- Hi, Sandy!

- I always wondered

what happened to you.

- It was all those years ago.

I missed the last bus home

from Kamp Koral

on the last day of camp.

Yay!

And I've been living here

alone ever since.

It's been fun!

Mmm.

Oof!

But I missed all you guys.

Then one day thought,

if I throw a reunion,

everyone would come back

to Kamp Koral,

and we could play forever!

- Living all by your lonesome

didn't help

your social skills none,

did it?

- Nope.

And here's all our friends!

- Elwood? You did this?

Waah!

- And you can join them!

I have one more guest to fetch!

Phew. There!

All that screaming should

keep the Creeper away.

I was wrong.

I need more screaming!

Whoa!

OK.

I'm sorry I told a story

with my back to the dark,

but I never canoodled,

whatever that is.

Please don't k*ll me!

I'm too young to die!

I've got so many

more Krabby Patties to make.

Ah!

My friends are all dead!

No, they're not.

They're all zombies.

- We're not zombies.

We got bored waiting for you,

so we had a ketchup fight.

And then we got tired

and took a nap.

- Ohh.

That's exactly

what I would have done.

- Hey, Elwood!

We're out of ketchup.

- Elwood?

You're the Kamp Creeper?

- I guess so! Yeah!

- All of this

is his blundering way

of inviting all of us

to a Kamp Koral reunion.

- I have no social skills!

both: Yeah...

- So, uh, what now?

Ha. So what now?

Heh. So let's party.

Hit it!

- No!

- Yee-hoo!

- Whoo-hoo!

- Kamp Koral

- Elwood kidnapped everyone

- Kamp Koral

- Now the party has begun

- Kamp Koral

- We thought we'd be k*lled

Instead we're so thrilled

Right down to our toes

- Great party, lad.

Uh, listen, eh, I was wondering

when you were gonna show me

where me lost treasure is.

You know.

- You're looking at it!

I spent it on this party.

Didn't you get

the nickel change I sent you?

And besides...

- Don't say it.

- Aren't friends

the real treasure?

No!