- ♪ SpongeBob ♪
- ♪ I'm off to summer camp ♪
- ♪ SpongeBob ♪
- ♪ Through nature I will tramp ♪
- ♪ SpongeBob will have you screaming ♪
- ♪ Till milk is streaming right out of your nose ♪
Whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa, whoa-whoa-whoa!
Ahh! Ahh!
♪ ♪
- ♪ SpongeBob ♪
- ♪ When nature's calling ♪
♪ You'll see me hauling ♪
♪ I'm hitting the trail ♪
- All right. Keep it moving.
Stay with the group.
No stragglers.
Patrick! You're falling behind! What are you doing?
- Oh! Sorry, Mr. Tentacles.
I was just looking at this cool jelly, see?
- [screams]
I'm blind!
- Oh, I'll describe it to you, then.
It's pink, with pretty spots--
- I know what a jellyfish looks like, you dolt!
[yelps]
Quit messing around!
We need to keep up with the other campers.
Hmm.
Yuck! Patrick?
- Sorry again, Mr. Tentacles!
Just tying my shoe!
Ready!
- Hmm...hmm! About time!
We need to hurry--what?
- Help! I forgot how shoes work!
[screams]
- Patrick! [sighs]
I'm getting too old for this.
[grumbles]
Patrick? Patrick!
- [laughs] - Get back here!
- [laughter continues] - Hmm? Hmm?
Oh!
[screams]
[grunts]
[groans]
- Oh, Mr. Tentacles. Relaxing, I see!
Hey, your legs look funny.
Are you okay? - Of course, I'm not okay!
Look at me!
My ankles are more twisted than a pretzel!
- Mmm, pretzel. [gargles]
- Patrick. Patrick!
At least tilt your head forward so you don't drown.
[yelps]
- Mr. Tentacles! You saved my life!
Don't worry! I'm gonna save yours too!
- Um, actually, I'm okay.
I'll just lie here in the middle
of this uncharted wilderness
until someone else comes along and finds me!
- You're funny! - Ow! My ankles!
Put me down!
- Oh, I'm sorry. My bad.
- [screams] Stop! Not my ankles!
- Well, geez, make up your mind already!
- Look, Patrick.
We're gonna have to stay here until I've healed a bit.
That means we're going to need--
- Cocktail wieners? - What? No!
We need shelter, to get us out of this freezing fog!
Didn't you read the camp handbook?
- What is..."canned ham-brook"?
- Ugh, never mind.
Just find us some shelter already!
- Yes, sir, Counselor, sir!
[grunts] D'oh!
[wails]
- [chattering]
- [hums]
- [groans] - There you are!
Well, quit playing hide and seek!
The shelter is ready!
- [groans]
- Check it out! I built us a rock.
- You built...a rock? - Uh-huh.
- Out of logs? - Yep!
- Right next to an actual rock? - Correct.
- You're a moron.
- Aw, you're just saying that!
Let's get you in, out of the cold.
[grunts]
Now, I'll use my body heat to warm you up!
I had spicy nachos for breakfast,
so my butt is definitely the warmest part of me.
- Ow! Just leave me alone!
- I'm afraid I can't do that, Mr. Tentacles.
Until you're all better,
I'm going to do everything for you!
See? I made you a blanket!
- Well, that's actually very thoughtful of--
[sneezes]
[both scream]
[growls]
I'm allergic to urchins, you clod!
- Oh, not cold anymore huh? Maybe you're hungry, then!
- Actually, I'm still pretty full from--
- Here comes the seaplane! Choo-choo!
- [gags, then spits]
Patrick, that soup is awful! It tastes like dirt.
- That's because it is dirt!
Mmm! But don't worry.
I made you a toothbrush.
- Huh? - Brushy brushy brushy!
All done!
- Huh?!
[hisses] Thank you.
- And if you need to use the bathroom,
I built a toilet too!
- Uh...I think I'll just hold it
till we're back at camp.
- Suit yourself.
[moans] Ah. All right.
You spilled my yummy dirt,
so I'm gonna go find more food.
Be back in a while!
Don't go anywhere.
- If that moron's food doesn't k*ll me, his toilet sure will.
I gotta get out of here!
[grunts]
[yelps]
[grunting continues]
Haha, success!
I'm free! I'm free!
[grunts]
[sea moose growls] I'm doomed.
- [spits] Get away from Mr. Tentacles!
No one crushes my counselor but me!
[grunts]
[growls]
[belches]
[sea moose whimpers]
Hmm?
Oh.
Oh...you...
You saved me, Patrick! - Well, duh.
I said I was here to do everything for you!
[belches]
[chuckles]
[belches]
- [sighs, then belches]
[sighs]
You know, Patrick, at first, I thought I was gonna die
out here thanks to your idiocy,
but this has turned out to be a lovely experience.
[both humming]
- I also thought we were going to die.
- If you had told me all those weeks ago
that I'd be here with you now,
dancing through the-- [gasps]
What?! We're dancing!
- Well, I'm dancing. You're just following.
[hums] - Huh? Huh?
No, you fool. This means my ankles are better!
Whoo-hoo! I'm healed!
We can finally go back to Kamp Koral!
- You wanna go back?
- Of course, I do! As soon as possible.
- [whimpers] I thought we were happy here.
- Well, you thought wrong. We're leaving.
- But I don't wanna leave!
This is the only home I remember!
Look! I made you a clarinet out of leaves!
It sounds great. Listen! - [screams]
[clarinet toots off-key] Those are poison kelp leaves!
- Oh, that explains the itching.
- [grunts]
[screams] Ow! Patrick!
My ankles! Again!
- Oh, sorry, Mr. Tentacles.
Does that mean we get to stay?
- No! No more waiting!
We are heading back to camp,
even if you have to carry me the whole way!
- Well, fine!
But we're keeping this place as a vacation home.
Maybe we can rent it out.
- A one-bedroom in this neighborhood?
Good luck. [yelps]
- [humming] - [grunting]
[all scream]
Wait, wait, wait-- - We're gonna make it, buddy!
- [gargles]
[wheezes]
[groans]
- I can't do it. I can't walk anymore.
[both grunt] - Oh, no. This is it.
We're gonna die out here, lost in the middle of...
[whistle toots] [rooster clucks]
[record scratch] Kamp Koral?
- Oh, boy! We made it!
- Ow. Ow. Ow. Ow. Ow.
- [grunts] Oh, hey fellas.
- That's it! "Howdy, fellas"?
Why didn't you send a search party for us?
I've been trapped in this buffoon's wooden rock
for weeks!
- Send out a search party?
Why would we do that?
- It sure sounded like y'all were havin' fun playin' house.
- You could hear us?
- Well, we ain't got beans in our ears.
Y'all were only feet away!
- Huh?!
[gasps]
[grunts]
[foghorn blares] - Whoo-wee! Chow time!
- Come on, Sandy! See ya at the canteen!
[both laugh]
[sea moose groans, then sighs]
- Well, at least we can get some real food in us.
Let's go. - I hope they're serving dirt!
- Mm-hmm...
[groans]
- Oh! We're trapped in here!
Not again!
- Hmm? [chuckles softly]
Shall we?
- This time, I'll lead.
[both humming]
[thud] Ow! My ankles!
- [grunts]
- He ate, like, a whole tub of paste.
- Hey, who hasn't? Am I right?
- [panting]
- [giggles]
- Password? - Aw. C'mon, Krabs.
You know it's us!
- Password!
- [sighs] Fine, it's...
[mutters]
- What was that? I couldn't quite hear you.
- [growls]
♪ I'm a baby pea pod, green and new ♪
♪ And I just love to dance for you ♪
- [chuckles] Come on in.
- Every week, it's the same stupid song and dance.
I'm sick of it-- [both scream]
- Did any of the children see you?!
- Not a chance!
This isn't my first rodeo, you know.
- Did you...
get the goods, Krabs?
- Of course, I did. It's all right here.
- Great. Let's go!
- Whoo-hoo-hoo! - Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!
- We made it! We're free! We're--
[all gasp]
- [snoring softly]
[softly] Hold it, Puff.
Don't move.
You've got a B-A-B-Y on you!
- Oh, she must've been sleepcrawlin' again.
- Hurry, Eugene!
If Pearl wakes up...
- It'll be okay.
I'm gonna try cutting the red wire.
[grunting]
- Careful Krabs.
That baby could go off at any moment!
- [whimpers]
[sighs] - Oh, boy.
- Finally. Time for...
Game Night! - Yay!
- With no campers.
- We should play Peril: The Game of Undersea Conquest!
I'll destroy both of you and take over the ocean.
- Boring! That game takes too long.
Let's play something more profitable,
like Money-opoly!
- No, thank you.
You always play the bank, and you always win.
How about Slot Boat Racers?
- Oh, no! Krabs "accidentally" ran over me last time.
My leg is still healing!
- His leg!
- I said I was sorry!
Besides, we ain't playin' race cars neither.
We're playin'...Lobster Trap!
both: Ooh, Lobster Trap!
- Oh, I like that! - Ooh, my favorite.
[whimsical music]
♪ ♪
- You know, sometimes I think these adult-only nights
are the only thing keepin' me sanity in check.
- Tell me about it.
If I have to deal with another one of the campers'
ridiculous requests, I might just
bulldoze this whole camp!
[breathing heavily]
[chuckles nervously]
- [groaning]
Ouch! How 'bout a little help here?
- [chuckles] Here ya go.
- Okay, we're ready!
Dibs on the battleship! - No way!
Battleships are too big for you, short stuff.
You get the thimble, like always!
- [grunts] - [laughs]
- Huh? Wait. What was that?
- [laughter continues] - [gasps] It couldn't be...
- [gasps] Maybe it was the wind?
- [laughter continues]
[screams] - [gasps]
- Camp Master Krabs! Emergency!
I need your help! - What is it, boy?
- Patrick swallowed my teddy bear,
and I can't sleep without it!
- Sorry, Krabs. He asked for you!
[chuckles]
- [sighs] All right. Let's get this over with.
- Hooray!
[plunger pops]
[both grunting]
- Are you sure he ate it, SpongeBob?
I'm not findin' anything!
- Keep plunging, Mr. Krabs!
My teddy's gotta be in there somewhere!
It's not Patrick's fault he's a chronic sleep-eater,
but without my teddy, I won't be able to sleep,
or eat, or shower, or...huh?
Oh. Ha, unless it was under my covers the whole time?
[chuckles nervously] - Are you kidding me?
[grumbles] - What a minute.
If I didn't eat your teddy, then what did I eat?
[retches] - [growls]
Ya ate me, ya dunderhead!
Ugh! - [grunts]
- [chuckles, then gasps] Huh?
What are you doing, Krabs? It's my turn!
It won't be nobody's turn if we don't get out of here!
SpongeBob's seen us.
It's only a matter of time before he's back.
- He's right. Grab everything!
We can hide out at my place.
[dramatic music]
♪ ♪
So, I finally paddled the canoe out on the lake,
and Camper Harvey immediately gets seasick
all over my new boots!
both: Ew! - Kids is disgustering!
Three! [chuckles]
- You think that's bad, you should see 'em eat.
I've known worm-hogs with better manners.
In fact--what in the name of Neptune
is that annoying noise?!
- Probably just jellyfish attracted to the lamp.
I'll go get rid of them.
Shoo!
Get out of here, jellies!
Shoo! [sighs]
- Oh Mrs. Puff, thank goodness!
I need your help! It's an emergency!
- What now, SpongeBob?
- Will you walk me to the outhouse?
I'm afraid to go alone at night.
[whimpers] It's so dark.
- [sighs] Fine. Let's go.
[grumbles]
All right. Here we are.
Now you go right back to bed when you're finished, you hear?
[grumbles]
- Mrs. Puff? - Yes, SpongeBob?
- Will you go inside and check for bugs?
I can't go if bugs are watching.
- [grumbles]
There aren't any bugs in the outhouse, SpongeBob!
Just get in there and-- [screams]
- You know, on second thought, I'll just hold it till morning.
Bye!
- He's found us! Time to move!
[both gasp]
- I guess it's my place next.
[all panting]
- Oh, it might be a tight fit, but I think this kitchen
of yours is the perfect hiding place, Mr. Plankton!
Now, where were we?
- I believe it was my turn!
- Your turn? I thought I was next.
- My secret lab!
All my evil plans, exposed!
This is the worst thing that could happen to me!
- Let's see, my piece was here.
Then I moved ahead two spaces.
- And you landed on "Lose Your Turn."
- What? I thought it said, "Lose Your Turtle"!
Ugh, why do they have to print everything so tiny
on these game boards? - I do not know!
- Phew! I'm in the clear.
- [wheezing happily]
- I stand corrected.
- Thank you for doing this. - All right, here we are.
Now, what did you need, SpongeBrain?
- Mr. Plankton? Can I have a glass of water?
- What? Why didn't you just--
you were already up when-- oh, never mind.
Just stay in bed. Forever.
- Time for my middle-of-the-night vitamin!
- [screams]
- Oh, you too, huh?
- So I told Harvey no more corn dogs before boating...
- [groans] We're moving!
- I need help! all: Hmm? Aw...
[all scream] - I need help!
I need help! - [screams]
[all grunt]
He'll never find us way out here!
- That place sure looks creepy.
- Yeah, I know! SpongeBob would be terrified.
It's perfect! [chuckles]
[both scream]
Hey, look at this!
I told ya this place was perfect!
There's already snacks here.
Mmm, pretty good too!
Oh, uh, you don't mind, do ya, buddy?
Uh, buddy?
What the--
- Why is the door locked, Krabs?
- And why is the ground moving away so quickly?
- Oh, no!
We've walked into a real, live--
all: Lobster trap!
- Well, Krabs,
this is another fine mess you've gotten us into.
- All right, who's next? Number !
- You know, we may be stuck in this dried-out
bizarro world,
but it's nice to finally have the time to relax!
- Indeed. - You said it!
- Pow!
- [laughs] all: Huh?!
- Mr. Krabs! Mrs. Puff! Mr. Plankton!
Oh, thank goodness. I need your help.
It's an emergency!
My socks are too tight, I lost all my comic books,
and my fingernails keep growing.
[all crying]
[upbeat music]
♪ ♪
01x09 - Squisery/Game Night
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Follows 10-year-old SpongeBob SquarePants as he spends his summer at a sleepaway camp called Kamp Koral.
Follows 10-year-old SpongeBob SquarePants as he spends his summer at a sleepaway camp called Kamp Koral.