12x24 - Bubble Bass's Tab/Kooky Cooks

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- Are you ready, kids?


all:
Aye, aye, Captain!


- I can’t hear you.


all:
Aye, aye, Captain!


- ♪ Ohh... ♪


♪ Who lives in a pineapple
under the sea? ♪


all:
SpongeBob SquarePants!


- ♪ Absorbent and yellow
and porous is he ♪


all:
SpongeBob SquarePants!


- ♪ If nautical nonsense
be something you wish ♪


all:
SpongeBob SquarePants!


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


all: SpongeBob SquarePants!
- Ready?


all:
SpongeBob SquarePants!


SpongeBob SquarePants!


SpongeBob SquarePants!


- SpongeBob


SquarePants!


[laughing]


♪ ♪


[waves crashing]


[mellow music]


♪ ♪


- One large Flotsam fries,
extra Jetsam,


four orders of duckweed.


- Hmm.


Methinks thou forgot my gravy,


thou lumpish clay-brained
flap dragon.


- [laughs]
Flap dragon.


[giggles]
- [sighs]


Oh, and finally,


one Deep Sea Donut.


That comes to a total of--


- Whatever the measure, squire,
put it on my account.


- Oh, no, you don’t.
- [gasps]


- No more food for you
until you pay your tab.


- [stammering]
Pay tab?


I’ll flip you for it.


[coin jingles]
- I’ll take that.


- How about a friendly game
of Three Deadly Challenges?


[dramatic orchestral music]


- Oh, castle.
Pick castle!


- [groans]


- [whimpering]


- [laughs]
I bet we’ll never see


that game geek again.


[bell dings]
- Krabby Patties please.


Extra pickles!


Put it on my tab.


- Coming right up.


- Bubble Bass!
- [whimpers]


- [snarls]
- [chuckles]


- ♪ Hey, nonny-nonny ♪


♪ You look pretty funny ♪


♪ You won’t get my money,
nah, nah-nah, nah-nah ♪


[car horn honks]


- [whimpering]


- Mr. Squidward!


I want you and SpongeBob
to go after Bubble Bass,


and collect his tab.


- [squeals]


- [grumbles]


- Hey, nonny-nonny,
you look pretty funny.


You won’t get my money. You--
- [sighs]


- I can’t help it.
It’s catchy.


- Look, I just want
to collect the money


as soon as possible and go.


Bubble Bass!
We’re here to collect your tab!


[grunts]


- Squidward,
that was so masculine.


- Uh, well, I--
[clears throat]


Let’s go.


I know you’re in here.
Come out.


- [sniffs]
Smells funny in here.


- Smells like deadbeat.


Hmm.


If you don’t pay up,


we’ll sell this furniture.


- [gasps]
- Whoops.


- How much do you think
this is worth?


I just chipped it.


- Oh, it was the chip
that sold me!


I’ll give you bucks.
- Hey!


Don’t touch mother’s things.
I’ll pay the tab.


Come downstairs,
and we’ll work it out.


[groans]


[both yelp]


[crashing]


- [moaning]


- My savior.
- Huh? Oh.


All right, where is he?


- [grunting]


- If you want me to pay,
you’ll have to play


The Three Deadly Challenges.


- Oh!
The Three Deadly Challenges!


[excited panting]
I’ve got this game.


Where is it? Game of Strife,
Chutes and Bladders...


Oh, here it is!
Ah!


The Three Deadly Challenges.
[dramatic orchestral music]


- A board game.
Whoopee.


- Okay, Bubble Bass.
We accept the challenge.


- Why are you giving him
the upper hand?


He owes us money!


- Oh.


But I wanna pway
The Thwee Deadwy Chawwenges.


- Oh, all wight--
[clears throat]


All right already!
Let’s get this over with.


- Oh, yeah!


[laughs]
[crashes]


- Oh, boy.


- Wow!
- Huh?


- A life-size version
of the Three Deadly Challenges.


Beautiful!


- Looks like a hobo campground.


- No, Squidward.


You have to look
with your imagination.


- What the--oh!
[speaks gibberish]


It’s a dump!


- Thou art two oozing cysts


on the hindside
of a plague dog’s nose.


What did he say?


- The colorful insults
are the best part of the game!


- That figures.
Hmm.


So how do you win
this goofball game, anyway?


- Since Bubble Bass
challenged us,


all we have to do is get
close enough to tag him out.


We get three chances,


or should I say,
Three Challenges.


- Oh, hmm.
- Oh, boy!


Look, Squidward!
[grunting]


- Oh, this feels stupid.


[sighs]


both: Charge!


- [yelling]


[strains]


- Huh?
Uh-oh.


- What?
[both yell]


[both grunt]


[crowd cheering]


- Tag, you lose!
[both laughing]


- [screams]
We decapitated him!


- Oh, calm down.


It’s just a dummy made from
his mother’s couch cushions


and a sleeping bag.
[sighs]


All of this for a tab?


- Oh!


But you were magnificent,
Squidward.


So strong and courageous.


- As always.


- Thy canker sore bottoms
curdle seaweed


and sour the ocean.


- Oh, you--
- I got this one, Squidward.


Oh, yeah? Well, your pillows
are filed with urchins,


and your shirts are inside out!


- Adding injury to insult.


[trumpet fanfare]
- [groans]


[crowd cheering]


- Oh, look at all this junk.


- [excitedly] I know.
Isn’t it great?


- [groans]


Let’s finish this.


He’s obviously
in that bullpen.


- [huffing and growling]


[dramatic music]


[roars]


both: Bubble Bass’ mom!

- You!
You chipped my furniture!


[growls]


- He tricked us.
What do we do?


- Hide!
[both whimpering]


- And that’s
my good tablecloth!


[tires squealing]


[all grunting and screaming]


[quirky music]


♪ ♪


- Ah.


[both humming]


[tango music]


♪ ♪


[grunts]


- Aww!


[alarm buzzing]


- Huh?
- [grunts]


- Sorry, sweetie.
Gotta run.


I’m late for the bake sale.
- [moans]


- Call me!


- [gulps]


- Mother!


[screaming]
Why?


[ground rumbling]


Whoa!


[crowd cheering,
trumpet fanfare]


- [strains]


Sir Squidward,
you look magnificent


upon your mighty steed.


- [gasps]
Yes.


Yes, I see it now!


- [grunts]


- Any last words, Squid-wuss?


- May thy fat head


be set upon by sea spiders
and torn asunder,


leaving only thine eyes
to witness the humiliation!


- Ooh, pretty good last words.


- Sir Squidward, thy shield.


- Ha!
Shield, shmield.


[grunts]


- My hero.


[crowd cheering]


[both growl]


- [inhales]
[horn blaring]


Ah!


- Ya!


- Ya!
- Ah, ha-ha!


- [roars]


- Oh, I can’t look.


- [grunting]


- Mommy!


- [growling]


- [slowed groaning]


- All right, Bubble Bass.
You’re tagged.


Pay your tab.


- [mocking grunts]


- You bested me
at Three Deadly Challenges.


But I am broke!


Verily, I spent all of my money
on cardboard.


What are you going
to do to me?


- Nothing,
but I am sure Mr. Krabs


has some Deadly Challenges
of his own for you.


- [labored breathing]


This is t*rture!


My arms are k*lling me.


I can’t feel my fingers.


I feel a cramp!
I’m cramped!


My back is breaking.


- [wailing]


- [moans]


[overlapping complaints]
- That guy is terrible!


- Look, I sympathize.


He’s gotta work here
until he pays off his tab.


- I’ve got some money.
- I’ll contribute to that.


- What? That’s not--
I didn’t really--oh--oh.


[gasps]
[overlapping complaints]


- Just get that menace
out of here!


- [humming]


- [grumbling]
Hmm?


- All right, Bubble Bass.
Your tab’s been wiped clean.


You can go.


Well?
Go already!


- Verily, I am free-ith.


- [giggles]


[cash register dings]
Huh?


- [laughs]


[whinnies]
Krabs!


I thank thee,
clapper-clawed barnacle,


for forgiving my debt, and FYI,


I just opened up a new tab.


[squeals, cackles]


Hi-ya!
- [growls]


Oh, Bubble Bass!


- [laughs]


- Olé, Señor Squidward?


- Olé, SpongeBob.


[both humming]


- I’ll lead.


- May I?
- Hmm?


- [giggles]


- Eh, but, of course.


[both humming]