Ahoy there, Krusty Krab. How can I help you?

Pizza? Of course we have pizza!

[screaming]

But I've been taking 'em to the cleaners every Thursday night for 15 years.

I never lose.

[laughing]

How much is this gonna cost me?

Actually, I won't charge a dime unless we win.

In fact, I think we should countersue for everything Plankton owes.

Does that happen a lot?

No, they're usually silver.

Ooh, a limousine.

There she is.

Oh, I can just smell the money already.

I need to know how Plankton makes his chum. Ooh.

That's it, boy-o.

This thing's as good as a blank check

direct from the First National Bank of Santa Claus.

[whistling]

Hmm. Well, he's not exactly maximerizing his work time with those flourishes.

But, boy, does that boy-o have talent.

Ding!

Sold!

[belching]

Hey, mind if I take a crack at the ship bottle thing?!

Knock yourself out.

Ooh.

That prize money is as good as mine!

[laughing]

$100?! But this can't possibly be correct!

Oh, my mistake, sir. Thank you for pointing that out.

This is your bill.

[screaming]

$1.75.

Automated cash register?

Noo!

♪ Let's all go to SpongeBob's Place SpongeBob's Place ♪

[growling]

Whoa!

We accidentally threw away the Krabby Patty formula

and Plankton found it! We tried to steal it back but we failed!

You did what?!

Plankton stole me formuler?!

[screaming]

Well, gee, Mr. Krabs. If you want Old Man Jenkins to leave,

why not just try asking him nicely?

I think you oughta be the one to ask him nicely.

[grunting]

Oh, hi. I'm SpongeBob,

and I love you but will you go home please?

[giggling]

I'm Old Man Jenkins.

And I'm a jerk who likes to cost Mr. Krabs money.

Turn up the heat!

[mumbling]

Thank you!

This machine here is where we destroy old money

by means of shredding.

Pretty neat, huh boy? This is where they...

destroy money?! No! Why?! Why?!

[crying]

Ah, it's okay, sir. I'm sure that--

[crying]

Mr. Krabs, it's just a stupid dollar.

[crying]

For Pete's sake, Mr. Krabs, suck it up.

[crying]

Mr. Krabs...

[crying]

Mr. Krabs...

[crying]

Okay, okay, Mr. Krabs!

Huh?

Oh, not Old Man Jenkins!

[crying]

At first, we didn't know what to do with all the money.

- We tried burying it... - Uh!

- shredding it... - Ah!

and burning it.

[screaming]

Uh-oh!

I thought this might happen.

- Thanks, SpongeBob. - Anytime, sir.

We had an agreement, boy!

You ain't supposed to spend any of me money!

But you said--

- Here I come!

For you, Mrs. Puff.

You're a very sweet man, Mr. Krabs.

Awe.

[screaming]

No, don't eat the patties!

Huh?

[mumbling]

Ooh.

[screaming]

[mumbling]

Later boss, see ya tomorrow.

Hey!

SpongeBob, what's the meaning of all these nicknames?!

David H. Jones!

Mystery got a belly-ache from eating Krabby Patties.

[mumbling]

You can never have too much sponge.

What you doing there, Patrick?

Standing around out here all day.

We always take our trips together

to keep an eye on each other.

Waiting for that blasted Plankton!

[everyone] - Ah!

Uh.

Starting to see things. Haha.

[laughing]

[mumbling]

Where's my ice cream? Where--

Oh, well, there it is.

It's made from wishes and love.

[belching]

[laughing]

Blah. It's too sweet.

[everyone] No!

Ah, look, it's the X.

X marks the spot!

Can you do this?

[everyone] Duh... duh... duh.

Well, there was some confusion on what body parts went where.

[screaming]

Hey, what's all the screaming out there?

[laughing]

[screaming]

[laughing]

[laughing]

[mumbling]

[laughing]

[laughing]

Okay, enough.