The SpongeBob Movie: Sponge Out of Water

A-ha!

Eh?

"Booby Traps"?

Ah...

Oh, there you are, my lovely.

Hmm! What's that?

Take the book?

I don't mind if I do.

At last, it is mine.

Finally, you are mine.

All right. Let's do this. Bare knuckles.

Bring it on, skinny. You don't scare me.

You got any sevens?

Go fish.

Is that all you got?

Ooh.

Hmm.

Man, this is way overdue.

"Once upon a time, under the sea,

"there was a little town

called Bikini Bottom.

"In this town, there was a place

called The Krusty Krab,

"where folks would come to eat a thing

called the Krabby Patty.

"Every greasy spoon has a fry cook,

and the one who worked here

"was named SpongeBob SquarePants."

Who lives in a pineapple under the sea?

SpongeBob SquarePants!

Absorbent and yellow and porous is he

Just hold it. Hold it.

SpongeBob SquarePants!

If nautical nonsense

be something you wish

SpongeBob SquarePants!

Then drop on the deck

and flop like a fish

SpongeBob SquarePants!

Stop!

Huh?

There's only one thing worse

than talking birds, and that would be...

Singing birds!

Okay, I promise not to

si-i-i-ng

Take it from us.

He really does hate singing birds.

Just keep weading.

Pwease, Mr. Piwate, sir.

Come closer

while I tell you the tale.

- Okay, start reading.

- No. Not that close!

Yeah. Hmm.

All right, here we go.

Now, SpongeBob loved his job

as a fry cook,

more than anything.

And that is saying a lot

because he loved everything!

He loved his pet snail, Gary.

He loved his best friend, Patrick.

He loved blowing bubbles

- and jellyfishing.

- Whee!

He loved making Krabby Patties

for the folks of Bikini Bottom

just as much as they loved eating them.

Why, you may ask,

do they love this

greasy little sandwich so much?

Why did they eat them

for breakfast,

lunch,

and dinner,

despite their doctor's warnings?

He'll be gone in a week.

Oh, Harold!

Oh. It was a secret.

No one was sure what was

in these patties

that made them so delicious.

And, frankly, no one cared,

- except for Plankton.

- Meh.

Plankton owned a restaurant

right across the street

from The Krusty Krab,

where no one ate

because the food was really bad.

Now, is that really necessary?

Plankton had made it his life's work

to steal the recipe.

SpongeBob, please,

let's talk about this!

And SpongeBob was

always there to protect it.

But today, things

would be different.

Good morning, SpongeBob!

Morning, Patrick!

You here for

your pre-lunch Krabby Patty?

I'm getting two today.

One for me and one for my friend.

Oh. Have I met this friend?

"You know me, SpongeBob."

Enjoy, Patrick's tummy.

Thirteen,

fourteen, fifteen...

Hey, Mr. Krabs, I thought we got

our tartar sauce delivery on Thursday.

Tartar...

Sauce?

Bull's-eye!

Plankton!

So it's a food fight he wants, eh?

Welcome to Air Plankton.

Please put your seat backs

and tray tables up

as we're now approaching

our final destination.

Okay, Patrick, load the potatoes!

Mashed or scalloped, sir?

No, Patrick. Raw.

Sir, yes, sir!

Locked and loaded!

Don't worry, little formuler,

you'll be safe in this,

uh, safe.

Fire!

Potatoes?

He's closing in!

I think we have a few minutes

before he gets here.

He's right on top of us!

Hey, it's raining fries!

It's gonna take a lot more than

potatoes to bring this baby down.

Or maybe not.

Whoo!

Wait a minute, Patrick, look!

He's got a tank!

Well, Krabs, you're certainly

in a pickle now!

Hey, it's raining pickles!

Now it's raining...

Tanks.

You're welcome!

Finland.

Your orders, sir!

I'll have two

Krabby Patties-extra ketchup,

extra mustard, and hold the mayo.

Wrong channel!

Your orders, sir!

Extra ketchup! Extra mustard!

Hold the mayo!

Yes, sir!

Extra ketchup! Extra mustard!

Hold the mayo!

Unleash the condiments!

With relish.

Excuse me.

Hello?

Hello?

- Guess y'all don't want my money.

- Money?

Thank you! Come again!

I can't hold the mayo any longer!

Mayo?

Well, it's going to take

a lot more than mayo to stop...

Now what?

Oh!

I just remembered,

I don't work for Mr. Krabs!

Robot! Robot!

Robot! Giant robot!

Robot! Robot!

Mr. Krabs, Plankton's here

and he's got a giant robot!

Quick, boy, bar the door!

Got it!

I'll take one secret formula

to go.

Oh, barnacles. I'm out of gas?

I'm not through yet.

I've got something that will make

you hand over that formula.

Something you can't resist.

Money!

Yes! Huh?

That's... That's...

That's impossible!

Well, it was full of money

just last week.

And then I bought that airplane

and built that tank.

Sounds to me like

someone's just a wee bit broke!

Well, Krabs, I guess you've won.

I've spent every penny I've ever made

trying to put you out of business.

Except this one. My last penny.

Besides, what can I do

with one measly cent anyway?

You could give it to me.

Just a suggestion.

Here, take it.

You've taken everything else. Why not?

Well, Plankton,

like a reheated Krabby Patty,

you've been foiled again.

I guess this means the secret formula

is safe forever, right, Mr. Krabs?

It sure does, boy.

Why don't you scurry along?

Thanks for coming! Have a nice day!

He's been out there

crying for 20 minutes.

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