The SpongeBob Movie: Sponge Out of Water Page #2

Pour hot oil on me?

Or put bamboo shoots under my nails?

No. Knock, knock.

Knock-knock jokes?

I can do this all day, Krabs.

Knock, knock.

Oh, boy. Who's there?

Jimmy.

Jimmy who?

Jimmy back my formuler, Plankton!

Well, that's stupid,

but how is it torture?

You'll see.

"Jimmy back my formula"?

Hmm.

Oh!

I get it!

Oh, make it stop, Krabs!

Make it stop!

Mr. Krabs? SpongeBob, zip it!

Thank you, Squidward.

The customers are getting restless!

They're asking for

refunds.

Refunds.

Refunds?

Refund! Refund!

Listen up, boy. Get in there

and make me customers

some Krabby Patties!

All right, Plankton... Huh?

SpongeBob!

What's wrong, boy?

We're out of Krabby Patties?

How can we make more Krabby Patties

without the secret formula?

You've got to have

that formuler memorized by now!

But as you are aware, sir,

the employee handbook clearly states,

and I quote,

"No employee may, in part or in whole,

"commit the Krabby Patty secret formula

to any recorded written or visual form,

"including memories, dreams,

and/or needlepoint."

Curse you, fine print!

Refund! Refund! Refund!

Stop!

I'm not your enemy!

Plankton is your enemy!

So is he an anemone or a plankton?

Well, someone had to do it.

But Mr. Krabs...

He took this from you!

- Krabby Patty...

- I can almost taste it.

Uh, Mr. Krabs, Plankton didn't take

the secret formula.

Not now, SpongeBob!

Hey! I ordered a double Krabby Patty!

So join me! Help get the formuler back,

and I'll give each and every one of

you a free Krabby Patty!

Oh, no! Wait!

Even better, a slight discount!

To The Chum Bucket!

But he didn't do it.

I had it right in my greedy little mitts,

and then... Poof!

And now it's gone. Gone forever.

Oh, I was so close to

gaining the people's respect-slash-fear.

Um, Plankton?

Oh, when will my

frustration-slash-humiliation end?

- Plankton?

- Not now, hon!

I'm ranting-slash-raving.

All right, what is it?

Well, I was trying to tell you

there's an angry mob outside.

But now they're inside.

Oh.

- Hmm?

- I just work here.

We'd like to have a word with you!

You all look very hungry.

Can I get anybody a Chum Burger?

Enough with the niceties, Plankton!

This is the last time

I'm going to ask you.

Where is me formuler?

I told you, Krabs, I don't have it.

Wrong answer.

Stop!

All right, Mr. Krabs,

let me get in on this.

What's going on around here?

You may want to

step back a little, Mr. Krabs.

This could get messy.

Let's hope so.

So you won't talk, eh, Plankton?

I didn't want to have to do this.

Plankton, here comes the pain.

Soap in the eye, eh? Diabolical!

No! Stop! Don't!

Wait. That didn't look painful.

Mr. Krabs, you may not understand

what I'm about to do today,

but someday we'll look back

and have a good laugh.

Wait a minute.

Hey, they're getting away!

Sorry, Mr. Krabs!

So, you've been running

a long con on me, eh?

All these years you've been

working for Plankton!

They're in cahoots!

Yeah, I guess

that's a short way of saying it.

Stop that bubble!

Please tell me there's

something soft below me.

- Mmm, nope.

- Mmm, nope.

SpongeBob!

Oh. You were like

an underpaid son to me.

I would've expected Squidward

to stab me in the back.

Huh? What? Huh?

But SpongeBob?

Me most trusted employee?

Working with me sworn enemy?

You know what this means,

Mr. Squidward.

We get the rest of the day off?

No!

This be but a harbinger

of what I fear lies ahead.

For you. For me.

For all of Bikini Bottom!

The Krabby Patty

is what ties us all together!

Without it, there will be

a complete breakdown of social order.

A war of all against all!

Dark times are ahead.

Dark times indeed!

Seriously?

Aren't you overreacting a bit?

- Huh?

- Huh?

Welcome to the apocalypse,

Mr. Squidward.

I hope you like leather.

I prefer suede.

And so Bikini Bottom became

an apocalyptic cesspool forevermore.

The end.

Wait a minute. That's a terrible ending.

- Oh, this is bad. Really bad.

- What? What?

SpongeBob's in trouble

and the story's over?

Ouch. Ouch. Ouch.

Hey, call a therapist!

I have anxiety!

There is no way that

that's the end of this story.

Of course it is. I'll show you.

Just turn around.

Oh, all right.

Hey!

I need that to fly, you jerk.

"The

"End"!

That's not the end!

Of course it is!

- Unhand that book!

- You let go of that!

Let go, you numbskull!

You better keep reading, Mr. Pirate,

or else!

I know I shouldn't be littering,

but that ending was rubbish!

Rubbish!

Good morning, Squidward.

I'll have the usual.

With cheese.

We're out of Krabby Patties right now!

No Krabby Patties?

No!

Look what's become of Bikini Bottom.

We've really gotta get

that formula back.

Hmm. Get the secret formula, you say?

Excuse me, I need a moment.

With that formula,

I could rule the world!

You know I can hear you, right?

Well, what do we do now?

Now we work together.

You know, teamwork.

What's, uh, "tee-am work"?

No, Plankton, teamwork.

Tee-am work.

- Teamwork.

- Tie-'em work.

- Teamwork.

- Tie 'em up!

- Say "team," like a sports...

- Team.

- Team. Now say "work."

- Work.

Put them together. What do you got?

Time bomb work.

Getting better!

Now, Bikini Bottom Action News!

Oh, hey, Patrick!

Krabby Patty, Krabby Patty,

Krabby Patty, Krabby Patty!

Krabby Patty, Krabby Patty, Krabby...

Krabby Patty, Krabby...

Krabby Patty...

Krabby...

Krabby!

Come on, tummy,

it's gonna be a long day.

We interrupt your regular program

for an important news bulletin.

Perch Perkins reporting live

from downtown Bikini Bottom.

Complete chaos here today

as our town attempts to deal with

a sudden and complete shortage

of Krabby Patties. Whoa!

Events here have

this reporter wondering,

what is the secret ingredient

in Krabby Patties anyway?

It's love!

The secret ingredient is love!

No more Krabby Patties?

If I'd have known that,

I'd have chewed it slower. Huh?

What the corndog is that?

Come on, Plankton, it's easy!

It means, I help you, you help me,

and when we accomplish our goal,

then we do hands in the middle.

Hands in the middle?

No, no. Sounds idiotic.

Besides, the two of us

are no match for that cranky mob!

We could probably

use a few more tee-am works.

That's exactly what I was thinking!

Wait, what are you doing?

I need Krabby Patties!

Patrick, what are you doing?

Krabby Patties!

Vandalizing stuff.

Isn't that your house?

Hey, what's with all the questions?

Who are you guys?

It's me, your best friend! SpongeBob?

Oh, yeah?

Well, if you're SpongeBob,

then what's the secret password?

Uh...

Correct! It is you!

- SpongeBob!

- Whoa!

- SpongeBob.

- Patrick!

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