Robots have taken over the world!

SpongeBob?

No, I am Sponge-Tron, welcome to the future.

- What? - Welcome to the future.

Just ask my clones, Sponge-Trons X, Y and Z.

Are the other letters of the alphabet involved here?

Sure, all 486 of them.

We've got to do something!

Hi, Pat-Tron.

Just listen to me.

I'm not supposed to be here!

I gotta get home!

But how does the robot feel about it?

Don't take my legs! Don't take my legs!

[robot sobbing]

Okay, doc. I get it.

I'll take better care of my leg!

I promise.

Nice job, Tom.

Now, for the final touch... perfect!

With this disguise, that formula is good as mine.

[evil laugh]

SpongeBob, remember,

Ravioli, ravioli, give me the formuoli.

SpongeBob no, don't listen to him!

I'm the real M. Krabs!

Don't listen to him, he's obviously a robot.

SpongeBob, come in here!

Heheh, or should I say Robot Bob... Sponge... Ship... Pants.

I put the brain in the robot, you know.

What weenies.

Would you care for another diet Cola with a lemon twist,

- Weenie. - What? But I'm not a weenie.

I'm sorry, sir, but my sensors indicate that you are indeed a weenie.

That's impossible!

You can't hide what's inside.

Breakin' the rule, eh?

[cackle]

- Good for you, matey. - Well I didn't break the rules.

- I broke a dummy head. - Breakin' the rules, eh?

[cackle]

Good for you, matey.

I just told you, stop saying that!

Breakin' the rules, eh?

Shut up shut up shut up!

Oh not again Patrick, he's just a robot, they're all robots.

We're the only ones here.

[screaming]

Hurry, Gary, that scary robot movie's on.

Make way for the future.

Greetings. I am the X-29488. How may I serve you?

May I help you?

Yes, please, I'd like an order of Chili Coral Bits.

You sure you don't want a Krabby Patty?

No, thank you.

Will this cover it?

Sure, here you go.

Good day.

Did anyone see a little kid come through--

Oh, robot morgue? Cool!

[robot sounds]

Woo hoo!

That's not exactly what I had in mind.

Lord Pendulum, are you alright?

Oh I say, this is splendid!

What's this? Oh marvelous!

This machine is evacuating my nostrils of unwanted residue

in a manner most pleasant.

Good work Mr. Doctor Professor Patrick.

Thank you, lowly assistant.

My fully automated Nutcracker.

Aww, I can't even make a simple nutcracker.

With that fancy machinery,

I expect you to make Krabby patties twice as fast.

Oh, I don't think that'll be a problem Mr. Krabs, in fact...

Le Spatula 3000 at your service.

Heh, impressive.

Well, let's see that thing impress me even more

by bringing in more customers, and more money in my pocket!

Greetings, I am Robo 2.1, your personal robot servant.

I am proficient in providing over 250,000 creature comforts.

Would you care for a pastry?

Yum, sweet, hot, and juicy,

SpongeBob this is a great gift.

Well, thanks for your appreciation, Patrick.

Dear Neptune!

Karen, do something, quick!

They're tearing each other apart!

Just press a button or something!

Not that one!

[sirens]

[screaming]

Well, it's good to see that strategy didn't fall flat!

I like you this much!

Feel me!

Whoa!

E.M.I.L.P.? What's E.M.I.L.P.?

- Emergency mother in law program. - Oh no.

Plankton, what have you done to my daughter?

You made her cry, you know she could have been with an ATM,

someone with money.

But she chose you, I don't know why!

The remote shorted out! The robots are stuck in high gear!

[screaming]

Krabs. Stand.

- A simulakra! - Sandy, please! Language.

Naw silly, I'm saying Plankton sent a robotic dummy in his stead.

That's right, my husband remains in warm, sunny Bikini Bottom

while I freeze my solder off in this bitter tundra.

In fact, this whole race was a plot devised by Plankton.

With the entire town distracted, he's free to pursue

the Krabby Patty formula undetected.

Wasn't me.

Oh no you don't!

[seething]

Mallet, please.

You don't even have any employees.

- Aww. - Sure I do.

Those are my new hires, Simmy and Tammy.

Just look at them tossing a disc around.

A real disc?

This tastes nice.

Oh, curses! Foiled again.

You turned the Krusty Krab into some kind of museum?

That's right, my boy. It's all history now.

Don't broadcast my secret plans!

They're secret!

I will destroy all of you!

Secret formula ho!

Remain still for retina scan.

Now what do we do?

Good thing I brought this.

They really capture the dimple on his chin.

Looks like they captured the rest of him too.

I'll take it from here.

[robot sounds]

[robot sounds]

So great catching up with you, Hannah.

It's been too long.

[sneeze]

Oh, you poor thing.

Sounds like you have a bug. Better go home and reboot.

Oh, Planky-poo, look how cute our baby is.

Check it out, guys, I found us a new friend!

[robot sounds]

I know right? It is cool here.

Right? It's me, Hieronymus Glove,

I'm in the creator and spokesman for Glove World.

Glove World is a subsidiary of Finger Fun Industries. All rights reserved.

Name's Krabs, Eugene Krabs and yours?

Cashina.

You're very sweet.

You know something?

You look like a million bucks when you smile.

Cashina, would you make this old crab's day

and allow me to take you to a place where you could buy me dinner?

I'd love to... scare you out of your secret formula, that is.

[evil laugh]