The SpongeBob Movie: Sponge Out of Water Page #2

Pathetic.

I'm just going to

go out there and gloat a little.

Cyclops to Laptop.

Come in, Laptop.

"Laptop." You do realize

that nickname is demeaning?

I have twice

the processing power of a laptop.

Never mind. Maintain radio silence.

Finally!

Huh?

A pressure plate, eh, Krabs?

Amateur hour.

Hmm.

Perfect!

Not a bad likeness.

Good enough to fool that idiot Krabs.

Easy, easy.

Plankton's broke! Ooh-ooh.

Look at Mr. Krabs go.

I've never seen him

gloat this hard before.

Hey, well, Plankton,

me bunions are telling me

it's time to stop gloating.

Huh? Looks like you're

falling apart at the seams.

- Huh?

- Poor me.

- Sob, sob.

- A robot?

Plankton?

Uh-oh.

That ain't good.

Initiating lockdown sequence.

Me formuler!

Huh? Ow!

No, no, no! No!

Squidward! Open up!

Ha-ha, victory dance. Boo-ya.

Give me that!

Come on, SpongeBob, join me!

And we'll be rich and powerful,

until I eventually betray you.

- Uh, join me!

- No! Never!

I'm on Team Krabs for life!

Plankton!

What? Where'd it go?

Wait a minute. Molecular deconstruction?

I proved that to be

a scientific impossibility seven times!

Wait a minute.

I think I forgot to empty

Gary's litter box today.

Where's me formuler, Plankton?

I... I don't know! It just disappeared!

Why should I believe you,

you lying liar?

Normally, I'd agree with you, Mr. Krabs,

but this time he's telling the truth.

It just vanished!

It's true!

Mr. Krabs, I'm telling you

he's innocent!

What are you going to do, Krabs?

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."

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