14x07 - PL-1413/ln the Mood to Feud

[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]

[flute plays]

[waves crashing]

[eerie electronic music]

♪ ♪

- Thank you for attending
today's time capsule ceremony.

It's important that future
generations know what

made Bikini Bottom special,
its citizens and their

random personal belongings.

[cheering]

And now, please welcome
Miss Sandy Cheeks.

- Thank you, Miss Mayor.

I designed this metallic
vessel to perfectly

preserve anything inside for a
very specific amount of time.

- How much time, Sandy?

- Oh, I don't know,
like, 2,000-ish years.

- Let the ceremony begin.

[cheering]

- Mwah!

- I just want to leave a happy
message for the good people

of tomorrow.

[chortling]

- Ooh, what a fancy trash can.

[loud clarinet music]

- Hey, what are you
doing with my clarinet?

- Making it the
future's problem.

- Out of my way, Mr. Squidward.

Customers of the future will
pay top dollar for a vintage

original Krabby Patty.

Can I charge for this
now or do I have to wait?

- And that concludes
this momentous occasion.

Thank you all so much for--

- Not so fast!

[crowd gasps]

- [cackling]

[crowd gasps]

- You fools!

With this patty
in my grasp, I can

finally take over the world!

[cackles]

- Yeah, maybe later.

- 2,000 years.

- Huh?

- Much later.
[laughs]

- Hey, let me out of here!

I have to destroy you all.

- [chortling]

- Huh?

No!

Oh, Neptune, no!

[screams]

- As I was saying,
thanks for coming, everybody.

Free pizza at city hall!

[cheering]

- Free! Free!

- Oh!
Pizza, pizza!

Oh!

- What have you gotten
yourself into

this time, Sheldon?

- Karen, get me a can opener
or something, quick.

- Well, guess we have to
wait until it opens up.

I'll see you later.

[timer ticking]

[beep]

- [chortling]

- At last, after surviving
on this patty one

molecule at a time,
I've finally

cracked the secret formula.

Now my reign of terror can be--

wait a minute.

[futuristic beeping]

This dump looks less dumpy.

The future must be pretty
great if everything's

made of chrome, and slidey.

Hyup.

Whoo-hoo!

Hey-ee.

Mm, pretty. Ooh.

What?

The Chrome Bucket?

Whoa.

Where's the door?

I can't take over the world if
I can't even get into my lab.

Karen, let me in!

- Sheldon, welcome home.

- Karen, is that you?

I see you've had
some work done.

- Uh-huh.

And that's not the only
work I've been doing.

- Ooh.

Have you completed some kind
of deadly destructive robot?

- Negative.

I have been working
on my art pieces.

I'm quite successful, in fact.

- Oh, honey, this would match
the couch in the living room.

- We'll take it.

- Who cares about art?

Time to help me
take over the world.

Now, what happened
to the front door?

Ah, never mind.

- You don't
understand, Plankton.

The whole world
is different now.

- Wait, what do you mean?

- Let me show you.
- Whoa!

- See?

This is Squidward's old house.

- Huh? Museum of Squidward?

Who would ever go to a museum
dedicated to that loser?

- Lots of people.

Squidward's old clarinet
recordings are considered

classical music now.

- Wow.

They weren't considered
music at all before.

- Sadly, no one
started listening

to them until the day
after he was gone.

- Typical.

- This is what Patrick's
rock looks like now.

- Ugh.

That moron was always an idiot.

And his stupid soda cup left
me sticky for 2,000 years.

If he were here
right now, I'd sock

him right in his slack jaw.

Eh--

- And this is the P-1000.

- I'm hungry.

I need a chrome snack.

- Even as a robot
he's an idiot.

- Food!

- Whoa!

- Ew!

This doesn't taste like chrome.

I'm going back to bed.

- [groans]

Now, let me guess--

next, you're going to show me
what happened to SpongeBob.

- I wasn't, but if you insist.

- Hey, cats.

How's it hanging?

Thanks for stopping by,
ya dig?

- Wow, SpongeBob.

I can't believe something
here has actually improved,

and that something was you.

- It's not SpongeBob.

It's his holographic doorman.

- [chortling]

- This is the real SpongeBob,

or at least
what's left of him.

- [chortling]

- Aww, he likes you.

- [screams].

Make it stop!

I was haunted by the echoes
of that laugh

for 2,000 years.

[screams]

[panting]

[whimsical music]

♪ ♪

Huh?

♪ ♪

OK, I get it.

The future is awful.

But I know
the secret formula now.

We can take over
this horrible timeline.

- Um, about that.

I think there's something
else you should see.

- The Kromey Krab?

"Permanently closed
due to rust."

This is great news.

- Ah, not exactly.

It doesn't matter if the
Krusty Krab is open or not.

In the future, everyone
knows the secret formula.

- They what?

No!

That's it!

I've had it with the future!

I just want to go back
to all the people I hate.

- Oh, why didn't you say so?

I know someone who
might be able to help.

- The screwy squirrel?
Really?

- The squirrel didn't
get trapped in a tube

for 2,000 years, did she?

- Touché, I guess.

This is weird.

Sandy's place looks
exactly the same.

- Indeed, but be warned.

Sandy may not be exactly
how you remember her.

- Uh--

- Who dares to
knock upon my dome?

[ominous music]

- Hello?

Sandy?

Are you in there?
- [grunts]

Hi!

- [screams]

- Sandy Cheeks at your
service, Mr. Plankton.

- What the--
how did you get younger?

- Oh, I've just been
jumping through the ages

since summer ended
at Kamp Koral.

- Oh, just exploring
space and time, huh?

How wonderful.

Please take me back to
the present, please!

I hate the future.

I hate it!

- [giggles].

No need to beg, Mr. Plankton.

I've been expecting you.

The time hopper's
all gassed up.

- Well, where is it?

- You're standing
in it, partner.

This here tree dome is
my reverse time capsule.

- Then what are we waiting for?

Away we go!

[both vocalizing]

- So long, Karen!

See you 2,000 years ago.

- You can come out now,
Plankton 2.0.

- I thought he'd never leave.

Now lay some
chrome on me, baby.

- [purrs]

[giggles]

[loud bang]

- [gasps]

Mwah, mwah, mwah!

I never thought
I'd say this, but I

missed this horrible place.

Oh, and thank you
for your help or whatever.

Be gone now.

- Ain't you
forgetting something?

- All right, all right.

Can you break a single?

- [giggles]

I don't need a tip,
but I will need you

to forget that secret formula.

Hold still while I activate
my memory-erasing device.

- Your what?

- See you back at camp,
Mr. Plankton.

[soft music]

- Oh.

What happened?

How did I get here?

[groans]

Huh?

Aha!

- Customers of the future
will pay top dollar

for a vintage
original Krabby Patty.

- A Krabby Patty!
h*-h*-h*!

Now's my chance.

Not so fast!

[crowd gasps]

- [cackling]

You fools!

Huh?

Is anyone else having déjà vu?

- See you in 2,000-ish
years, Plankton.

[laughs]

- 2,000 years.

- Huh?

Uh-oh.

[upbeat country music]

♪ ♪

- [humming]

Oh, Gary!

Breakfast is served.

- [braying]

- Gary?

Ooh, you sure sound
different this morning.

- [braying]
- Ah!

- [braying]

Oh, it's Narlene's sea mule.

Hey there, buddy.

Did you come to see me?

- [braying]

- Huh.

"Play me."

- [speaking Nobbese]
Patrick, Sandy, you--

[speaking Nobbese]

- Meow?

- Oh, I speak Nobbese.

I'll translate for you.

[clears throat]

Narlene and Nobby invite you,
Patrick, Sandy, and definitely

not Squidward to our
family's Annual Bumble Jelly

Harvest in Bikini Holler.

This recording will
self-destruct in three,

two, one, ze--

Be a good boy, Gary!

I'll be back later!

- Meow.

Meow.

[rock music playing]

♪ ♪

[upbeat country music]

- ♪ Oh, we're on our
way to Bikini Holler ♪

- [yodels]

-♪ The road behind us
is getting smaller ♪

- [yodels]
- ♪ The grass is green ♪

♪ And the trees are taller ♪

- [yodels]

♪ And I'll stop yodeling
for just a dollar ♪

- Whoa!

- Why in tarnation
are we stopping?

Come on, mule.

Get moving.

- Look out below!

- Narlene!

Nobby!

- In the flesh.

- [speaking Nobbese] flesh.

- Howdy, Narlene and Nobby.

Seems your mule just
plum stopped moving.

- Why don't I open her up
and check the engine?

- Why do you even
have a head, huh?

- Uh, it keeps the rain
out of my neck hole.

- [sniffs]

♪ ♪

- [speaking Nobbese]
Get in!

- What gives?

- The mule refuses to walk
through these parts

'cause this here road
goes right through--

- Plankton Territory?

- That's right, Planktons.

[spits]

- "Narwhals keep out"?

Ah!

- Go home, Narwhals!

- This here is Plankton land!

- We don't want your fancy
ivory tusks around here!

- [grunts]

Let's skedaddle!

- Why are they doing this?

- Planktons and
the Narwhals have

been feuding for generations.

They claim the bumble
jelly fields are theirs

while we know they're ours.

- Why don't you
share the fields?

- Well, where's
the fun in that?

[grunting]

♪ ♪

Oh.

Here we be,
bumble jelly fields.

[bumble jellies buzzing]

- Whoa.
[laughter]

- My brothers there peck the
trees where the bumble jellies

store their jelly.

My sisters over there
like to squeeze it

fresh right out of the hive.

The old folks
prefer to serenade

the jelly out of the bumbles.

- [grunting]

- SpongeBob, Sandy,
meet our ma and pa.

- Howdy.

- Say, man, is that pink
city slicker with you?

♪ ♪

He sure is brave.

- Brave?
- Yup.

The only reason
the bumble jellies

let us collect their
jelly is because we

allow 'em to sting us.

[laughs]

- You let them sting you?

- Darn tootin'!

- [screams]

- Whoo-hoo!

I consent.

- It's worth it.

- Help!

- There, there, son.

You gotta hold still
to complete the, uh,

social contract.

Well, now that wasn't
so bad now, was it?

- No, sir.

[screams]

[laughter]

- Bumble jelly,
bumble jelly, bumble jelly.

- I declare that this here
is a bountiful bumper crop

of beautiful bumble jelly.

[horn blows]

[cheering]

- Harvest time is over.

Let the bumble jelly
festival commence!

- [speaking Nobbese]
Festival!

♪ ♪

[bell rings]

[trumpet plays]

♪ ♪

[banjo playing]

♪ ♪

- [belches]

♪ ♪

[laughter]

- Jelly flop!

- Mm-hmm.

Good contour.

Strong structure.

A very bold mold.

Hey, why is your cousin
in the long trench coat

tipping over that jelly barrel?

- [grunting]

- Wait a sec.

That ain't no cousin.

[all cackling]

It's Planktons!

- Planktons!

- Let 'em have it!

[all shouting]

♪ ♪

- We've got ourselves a feud!

Oh!

Lordy Neptune!

I've been spud smacked!

[all shouting]

♪ ♪

- Fire in the hole.

[triumphant organ music]

- Yeehaw!

Whoo-hoo-hoo!

Yeah!

- [laughing]

- What do we do know?

- Them Planktons can
throw all the potatoes

in the ocean at us.

We've got us something
special that'll

give us a decisive victory.

- [speaking Nobbese]
Secret weapon.

- We need more taters.

- Oh, no!

Everyone take cover!

It's shoes!

[planktons screaming]

- Well, this stinks.

- [screaming]

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪

- [yells]

- Oh, no.

I'm out of shoes.

We plum tossed 'em all.

[rhythmic footsteps]

- What's that sound?

- I don't rightly know.

Sounds like shoes.

♪ ♪

- We'd like a truce.

Ain't no reason
Narwhals and Plankton

can't share the fields.

Besides, we ran
out of a*mo thanks

to your tater-eating
city slicker.

- [groans]

- Nice work, Patrick.

- It was an honor to serve.

- A truce, eh?

Well, seeing as how
we're all out of shoes.

- You want 'em back?

- Oh, heck.

You can keep 'em.

Besides, we ain't
found much use for 'em.

- What happens now?

- The annual post-feud party.

- Annual?

You mean you do
this every year?

- Sure do.

It's fun.

Why, didn't y'all have fun?

- We did not have fun.

We had...

both: The best day ever!

[cheering]

[upbeat country music]

- Whoo-hoo!

[vocalizing]
♪ Bumble jelly ♪

♪ Bumble jelly ♪

♪ Bumble jelly ♪

♪ Bumble jelly ♪

♪ Bumble jelly ♪

♪ Bumble jelly ♪

♪ Bumble jelly ♪

- [vocalizing]
♪ Bumble jelly ♪

♪ Bumble jelly ♪

- [vocalizing]

Bumble jelly!

[upbeat music]

♪ ♪