11x13 - Fun-Sized Friends/Grandmum's the Word

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- Are you ready, kids?

Aye, aye, Captain!

- I can't hear you.

Aye, aye, Captain!

Spongebob Squarepants!

Spongebob Squarepants!

Spongebob Squarepants!

Spongebob Squarepants! - Ready?

Spongebob Squarepants!

Spongebob Squarepants!

Spongebob Squarepants!

- Spongebob

Squarepants!

- Batter up!

- I got it, I got it.

- Wah!

Whoo-hoo!

- What are you two dizzy dingbats doing out here?

- Just treasuring our time together, Squidward.

- Well, that time is over.

Say good night, go to your separate houses,

and be quiet!

- I can't do it!

I can't be away from my best friend.

- No, it hurts too much!

- Oh, will you two cut it out?

- Cut it out...

Squidward, that's a great idea!

It is?

- Wow!

My turn!

- Aww.

- I think I'm gonna be sick.

- Here you go, Patrick.

Now we never have to be apart,

even when we're not together.

- This is great.

See you forever, Spongebob.

- Yeah, see you forever, Patrick.

Time for bed, Tiny Patrick.

Good morning, Squidward. - Says who?

- You sit right there, my hungry little sailor,

while I whip you up some grub from the galley.

- Dah, uh-huh.

Yah!

Careful there, little buddy.

The grill is hot.

- Whee-ah!

- Stop!

Bad, Tiny Patrick.

Sorry to do this, little guy,

but I have to keep you safe while I get some work done.

- Ah-yah.

- Good morning.

Aah.

Didn't think I was gonna be able to eat all that.

But then I did!

Brushy, brushy, brushy.

- Come on, Tiny Spongebob.

You gotta lift with your back.

Hey, Spongebob.

- Patrick, hi.

- Eeh.

- So, uh, I'd love to hang out,

but I already have some plans with Tiny Patrick here.

- Oh, yeah, well, me and Tiny Spongebob,

we're pretty busy tonight, so good night.

- Good night.

- I don't want you getting into trouble during the night,

so you're gonna stay in the aquarium

like a good little sleepy clam.

- Huh? Hey.

Didn't you used to have one, two...two arms?

Okay, little buddy.

Let's find that arm of yours.

Nope.

Nope.

- Nope. Oh.

Ah-ha! I got it!

- I'll fix you up in no time.

- Good as new.

- Okay, good night.

Ding!

Yah!

Yes, Squidward, extra mayo, I heard you.

Oh, hi, Patrick.

- Hey, Spongebob.

- I don't remember us having a sleepover last night.

- What's going on, Spongebob?

- Oh, hey, little guys.

You're playing with each other. So cute.

Huh?

Hey!

- What are they doing, Spongebob?

- Just trying to live their lives, Patrick.

Just trying to live their lives.

Poor little guys.

- Our world is just too big for them.

Ohh, I have an idea.

- Oh, I hope it's not another one of your crazy plans

to steal the Krappy Patty secret formula.

- You're thinking of Plankton, Patrick.

- Oh, yeah!

- Ta-da!

A tiny home for my tiny friend.

- Oh, I get it.

- Nice work, Patrick. Whoops!

Almost forgot.

You've got to have a Gare-Bear.

- Oh, yay!

Aww.

- Let's leave 'em alone, Patrick.

Ugh, too bright.

Oh, those two again.

What the...

- No, get away. Get away!

Wah!

Oh, Sheldon.

You're so romantic.

- It's all about you today, Karen.

- Oh, this makes up

for a lot of your stupidity lately, Plankton.

- Plankton's stepped away for a moment.

The name's Ray Ray,

and I am at your service, m'lady.

Pow!

- Oh, kiss me, pipsqueak.

I mean, Ray Ray.

- Grandma!

I told you never to call me on this screen.

- Sheldon, is that you?

- Yes, it's me, Grandma.

Always nice to hear from you. Okay, gotta go.

- Okay, sweetie.

See you tomorrow at eight AM sharp.

- Right, see you then. What a minute, what?

Eight AM?

Um, what's happening at eight AM, Grandma?

- Don't you remember, silly?

You promised me you'd own the Krusty Krab

by my th birthday.

Well, my th is tomorrow!

You do own the Krusty Krab now, right?

Lie, that's it!

Uh, you're darn right I own the Krusty Krab, Grandma,

and I can't wait to give you

the grand tour tomorrow morning.

- Aww, see you then.

- That smack was for Plankton.

Now bring back Ray Ray.

- Oh, what am I gonna do, Karen?

How am I gonna fool Grandma tomorrow?

- Oh, okay, I guess bath time is over.

Why don't you and Ray Ray take a long walk

off a short plank?

Gotta think, gotta think.

Come on, brain!

- This way to the Krusty Krab!

Pull right in and order a Krabby Patty!

Whoo! Whoop, whoop.

Ooh.
Aah.

- SpongeBoob, ya gotta help me.

- Sorry, Plankton, what can I do to help you?

This is not an evil scheme.

The truth is I promised my grandma

I would own the Krusty Krab by her th birthday.

So I need Krabs to play pretend tomorrow

and fool my grandma into believing

I'm the new owner, otherwise she will think

I'm a big loser. Got it?

Well, I believe you, Plankton,

but I'm not sure Mister Krabs is gonna buy it.

- I'm not gonna buy what?

I ain't buying it! This whole grandma thing

sounds just like another phony plot

to steal me formula.

- I was hoping I wouldn't have to resort to this, Eugene,

but...

- Spongebob, there's something wrong with his eye.

- That's Plankton's rarely seen sincere face, Mister Krabs,

and it means for once he is telling the truth.

- You know, I have a grandma too.

Aww.

All right, I buy it.

- Thank you.

- First things first.

That should keep it safe for six to eight hours.

All right, me pretties,

let's make this place pro-Plankton pronto.

Mmm, mmm.

- Now everyone remember, for the rest of the day

Plankton is the...

Plankton's boss.

- Hi, Grandma.

Happy birthday.

- Nice to see you again, Grandma Plankton.

Who invited C-Pee-Eww?

- All right, I tried.

Let me help you with your bag, Grandma.

Ouch!

- Well, here we are, Grandma.

Welcome to the Krusty Plankton.

I named it after you.

- Oh, well, aren't you a sweet grandson?

Who are they?

- They're just my employees, Grandma.

Meet Spongebob and Eugene.

Hello, Grandma Plankton.

- They look like very nice boys,

and I'll be they're even nicer when they're working.

- You heard, Grandma!

We ain't running a welcome wagon here!

Get back to work!

Yeah, sure thing, Plankton.

- That's Mr. Plankton to you, busboy.

- Sorry, Mr. Plankton.

It won't happen again.

- Oh, look, that one's napping on the job.

- Nap time's over, loafer!

- Okay, who's the wise guy?

Oh, my goodness.

Who is this handsome young man?

- Oh, that's Squidward. He's nobody.

Moving along...

- Mm. Squidward.

Didn't we meet at an early bird dinner?

- Ooh, I think someone has a not-so-secret admirer.

- All right, lady, I don't normally say this,

but got off my nose.

- Go along with it, Squidward.

- Or you're fired.

So, Grandma Plankton,

where have you been all my life?

Call me Lily.

- Okay, Grandma, you're embarrassing me now.

- To the kitchen, Squidward.

- Try one of our Planky Patties, Grandma.

Fresh off the grill.

- I'll need my teeth for this.

Whoops.

Oops.

I dropped my choppers.

Oh, well.

I guess Squidward will have to chew it for me.

- Oh, sure, I'll...what?

Aah.

- That's it, chew it up real good.

That's enough. My turn.

- Aah.

- Aah.

Delicious.

- Oh, Sheldon, you've outdone yourself.

You really are a master chef.

- Thank you, Sheldon.

You've really made my birthday

something extra special this year.

- All right, Grandma. Got your bag?

You are out the door, and that is that.

- Oh, just one more thing.

My last birthday wish

is to get a photo of me

posing with the Krabby Patty secret formula.

Krabs?

- Fine. Anything to get that bag with a bag out of here.

Say cheese.

Cheese.

Finally, the secret formula is mine!

- I knew your sincerity was insincere, sir!

- I didn't know anything about this, Eugene, honest.

But I love it!

Now we can rule the world as a family, eh, Grandma?

- Sorry, Sheldon, but I'm not sharing this formula with you.

- But Grandma!

- Adios, mi amor!

- Why? Why did I lie?

- Why? Why did I pretend?

- Why? Why did I give her my formula?

- Why? Why wouldn't we be open on Tuesday, idiot.

What have we done?

I have the secret formula.

This world is mine!

Grandma! Grandma! Grandma!

- Darling, why don't you toss the peasants

a little something?

- I'll take that, thank you very much.

Safe and sound.

- Happy birthday, Grandma.