Your shell is gone too? - [Meows]

- I think we've been robbed!

- [Meows]

[Distant screaming]

- She's gone!

My clarinet is missing.

- Hmm.

Strange indeed.

[Distant screaming]

- My cufflinks!

They're missing!

Oh, why?

Why? [Sobs]

- I hope this doesn't mean that we're missing the one thing

that's nearest and dearest to our hearts.

- Nope, I'm right here.

- The Krusty Krab!

Whew! - [Grumbles]

- Reporting for duty, Mr. Krabs.

Mr. Krabs?

Mr. Krabs!

Mr. Krabs?

Mr. Krabs?

Mr. Krabs?

Pearl? What are you doing here?

- Oh, nothing, SpongeBob.

Just trying to juggle schoolwork,

having a social life,

and running the family business.

That's all.

- Drama queen.

- Where's your dad?

- I don't know.

When I went to get my allowance this morning,

he was gone.

- Mr. Krabs is missing?

- I'm missing my clarinet.

- And Gary's shell.

- Has anybody seen my cufflinks?

[Sinister laughter]

- So you lost your cufflinks, eh?

They're probably in the Bikini Bottom Triangle.

- The Bikini Bottom Triangle?

- That's right.

First, an eerie fog rolls in.

[Blows raspberry]

Then you can hear

the hypnotic song of the mermaids.

[Warbling sloppily]

And then, poof!

Your cufflinks are gone,

never to return.

Poof!

[Sinister laughter]

- The Triangle must have taken Mr. Krabs.

We got to find him.

- Maybe Mr. Krabs is doing his morning dumpster dive

for loose change.

- Mr. Krabs, are you out here?

[Women singing eerily]

- Oh, no.

Is that a mermaid song?

- No, just a thick eerie fog.

- Uh-oh.

[Both screaming]

- Squidward.

[Rattling]

Come on, Squidward.

Quit messing around.

We got to find Mr. Kra--

Hey! Gumballs!

[Chewing]

[Bubble inflating]

- [Grumbling]

[Rumbling]

This is the Bikini Bottom Triangle?

Looks more like a dump.

- Come on, we got to find Mr. Krabs.

The Krusty Krab needs him.

Mr. Krabs!

[Clanking] - [Groaning]

- Squidward, this is no time for sea horseplay.

- Oh, my neck.

- Mr. Krabs?

Mr. Krabs!

- Would you shut it already?

- Oh, Squidward, Mr. Krabs is gone.

Oh, it hurts so bad.

I can't take it much longer.

I hope he's not in any pain,

wherever he is.

- I think he's doing just fine.

- [Moaning]

- Mr. Krabs, you got to get up.

We got to get out of here.

- [Groans]

Okay, Tibor, I think I'm good.

- Remember to drink plenty of fluids.

- Look, SpongeBob.

You see, all this stuff, including you and me,

are brought here when the mermaids

sing their beautiful song.

The mermaid song triggers this here contraption

to suck the sky like a vacuum,

dumping all the contents here on this island.

That is how we ended up surrounded

by all this valuable and resellable stuff.

[Women singing eerily] Ooh!

Yippee! A new shipment.

[Sucking]

Free stuff,

here I...come?

[Rumbling] [Both screaming]

Pretty neat, eh, boy?

Whoo!

- Patrick!

- Have you found my cufflinks?

- No.

Patrick, is that a Krabby Patty?

- Yep.

Pearl doesn't make them as good as you do, though.

- Pearl? - Gulp!

- Oh, me sweet little girl.

All alone...

with me cash register!

[Sobbing]

- Daddy!

- Pearl!

- [Groans]

Get me out of this trash heap.

[Grunting]

Thud!

- Oh, me little angel.

Thanks, mysterious singing mermaids.

- Oh, enough with the hugging.

- That's it, Mr. Krabs.

I'll just find the mysterious singing mermaids

and ask them how to get out of here.

[Panting]

- Wow.

Riding piggyback is exhausting.

- You're telling me.

Thud!

- Whoa.

- I love this mirror, girls,

but it is so ten minutes ago.

- Like, I couldn't agree with you more.

- Yeah, like, all this stuff is old news.

- Shall we, ladies?

[All clear throats]

[All singing eerily]

- Uh, excuse me.

Hi.

- Um, can I help you?

- [Giggles crudely]

- Uh, yes, mermaid ladies, you actually can help us.

- [Laughs crudely]

Uh, yeah.

- Yeah, we'd like to know how to get out of here, please.

- Like, this is the Bikini Bottom Triangle.

Nothing ever leaves. Duh.

- Are you sure?

- Look, little freakazoid, we only know one thing,

and that's how to surround ourselves with cool new stuff

whenever we feel like it.

Anything beyond that is T.N.O.P.

- Tnop?

- Uh, yeah.

You know, totally not our problem.

- Oh, T.N.O.P.

Okay, well, thanks anyway.

Come on, Patrick, let's go.

Patrick.

- [Laughs crudely]

Uh, you go ahead, SpongeBob.

I'm gonna hang with the ladies for a bit.

[Laughs]