- ♪ SpongeBob ♪
- ♪ I'm off to summer camp ♪
- ♪ SpongeBob ♪
- ♪ Through nature I will tramp ♪
- ♪ SpongeBob will have you screaming ♪
- ♪ While milk is streaming right out of your nose ♪
Whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa, whoa-whoa-whoa!
Aah! Aah!
♪ ♪
- ♪ SpongeBob ♪
- ♪ When nature's calling ♪
♪ You'll see me hauling ♪
♪ I'm hitting the trail ♪
- [groaning]
[sorrowful music]
- [humming] - Ooh.
- [whimpering]
- [groans]
- Hmm.
- What are you waiting for,
you little obliviate?
This breakfast slop isn't gonna serve itself...
at least not yet, but I'm working on it.
[laughs] Now scram! - [chatters]
- [laughs]
- [gags] - [whimpers]
- Oh.
Uh. Huh? - [growls]
- Ew. Blech.
[both grunting]
- Hey, stop playing with your food.
I stood over a hot stove for seconds!
So bow down and chow down.
[crash] - Huh?
- Ugh, blech.
- [groans] - [chuckles] Nincompoops.
Hey! - Guh.
Ugh.
[strange music]
♪ ♪
- Waste not, want not.
Yep, a few squirts of the old red dye number ,
and breakfast blue slop becomes lavender lunch slop.
[grunts]
Who's an evil genius?
- You are.
- You're darn right I am.
They may hate my slop,
but I'm the only food game in camp, baby.
High five!
Ouch! - [grumbles]
- Uh-oh. Aah!
- A toast to the evil genius.
- Ew, ugh.
- Ugh.
Even my spoon is rejecting it.
[grunts]
- Hmm.
Huh?
You can't show weakness in front of your grub, SpongeBob.
We're higher on the chain of foods.
You just gotta show it who's boss.
[grunts] Ah...
- Are we really so different, you and I?
- Hmm.
Technically, I'm hungrier.
[gulps]
- You know, if we were in Texas,
we'd be burying this lunch in a shallow grave.
What I wouldn't give for something edible.
- Hmm? Huh?
- Hello.
[gibberish] Grub?
- Huh? Uh-huh.
Hey, that magic stump just told me
it knows where we can find delicious food.
- Well, I'll be flim flam frittered!
What are we waiting for?
[grunts]
- Tallyho.
- [grunts]
- Howdy, friends!
Welcome to my new restaurant, Narlene's Dewslapper Café.
I hope you're ready to strap on your vittle bag.
[panting]
- [speaking gibberish] This way.
- [laughs]
- Huh.
[disappointed groans]
- Everything looks good.
I think. - Hmm, uh,
it's all written in gibberish.
Can you recommend something, Nobby?
- [speaking gibberish]
- Okay--three of those.
- Coming right up.
- [chattering] - [laughs]
- [speaking gibberish]
Ta-da!
all: Ah!
[both laugh]
[upbeat fiddle music]
♪ ♪
- Mm, face-licking good.
- Huh.
Gah. [chomping]
[belches, sighs]
- Mwah. My compliments to the chef.
- Come on, y'all, let's tell the whole camp
about this place.
- Y'all come back now, you hear?
- Uh-huh.
[rooster crows] - [groans]
Come and get--
it? [desolate wind]
Where is everybody?
[triangle dings] Breakfast!
[calm western music]
♪ ♪
No campers.
Huh, well, that makes my job easier.
- No campers means no job,
which means no pay for you and more money for me.
[laughs]
- I need that money for my college fund.
[growls] I gotta find those idiot campers.
Oh, campers, come out, come out, wherever you are.
I have treacle tarts.
Huh? - Oh, oh, ah.
- There goes one of those ungrateful imps now.
Hey!
Wha--
- [chattering]
[both cheer]
- [grunts, exhales]
- [squeals]
- What in the world is this?
That backwoods lummox has a restaurant?
And those putrid campers are screaming for more?
Pfft, better see what all the fuss is about.
[chomping] Huh?
Oh!
[bright music]
[laughs]
It's heavenly.
This can't be happening.
Good food and happy kids?
That's not what summer is about.
I'll put a stop to this.
Time to rain on her food parade.
[laughs evilly]
- Ah!
Ch--ch--ch--chowder!
Hmm? Oh.
- [laughs]
- Mm, hmm?
Oh.
Ah. [grunting] Oh!
What happened to my crackers?
Ah.
[growls]
[barks]
[groans] Hey!
There's something wrong with my chowder.
- Say what now?
[sniffs]
Need more razor clam.
- [barks]
[chomping]
- [screams]
[upbeat music]
♪ ♪
- Huh? Aah!
Aah!
- Pinkies out.
[glugs] Ah.
Perfect. - [grunting]
Hmm.
I got it!
If I can't destroy the food, I'll destroy the ambience.
[laughs evilly]
Now go into that sea-billy simpleton's restaurant
and skunk that place up!
[all groaning, growling]
[power glitches] - Huh?
[all yowling]
[laughs] Nice angry skunk snails.
Aah!
[dark music]
Well, this stinks. [sighs]
- One tomato juice de-skunker coming up.
- I need to get those campers away
from that backwoods barbecuer and her gustatory delights.
- [grunts] - Oh!
- Why don't you just take some cooking classes?
- [groans] That's it!
I'll steal her recipes,
and I know just how to do it.
- Glad I could help.
- [grunting] - Oh.
- [grunting]
Now to steal all of her recipes.
[laughs evilly] Wha--
- [humming]
[chaotic music]
♪ ♪
Hmm, needs a little more rosemary.
- [laughs]
- Thank you, Cousin Rosemary.
- Any time, hon.
- [gags]
[vomits, gasps] Sweet hoof and mouth disease.
She is so done for.
[grunts] Hey, campers. [all gasp]
Are you enjoying your delicious food that's not mine?
all: Yes.
- Would you like to see how it's made?
all: Yes.
- Well, then feast your stupid eyes on this.
She's making your precious food with her feet!
- Huh? [all gasp]
[all gag] - Yuck.
- Ew, aah.
This corn is made from corns, and the onions are bunions.
[all gag, scream]
- [laughs evilly] See you back at the canteen, chumps.
[laughs] - [growls]
- Now what do you got to say for yourself?
- Looks like you're footing the bill, Plankton.
- Uh.
[mutters] I can't afford that.
- Oh, really?
- I have to wash all these dishes?
- Hup.
Less talkin', more scrubbin'.
- [pants]
[groans]
[sighs]
The agony of "da-feet."
- I got the cards, fellas.
Get ready to-- [gasps]
- Yeah. [both laugh]
- They're sitting with the Trawler cabin?
Maybe I'll just play a nice game of solitaire instead.
- There she is. Sandy, over here.
- Whoa. - No, this way,
sitting with our friends, chewing the fat.
both: Huh?
- What's wrong, Sandy?
Is it gas?
- Well, I'm ashamed to say it,
but those Trawler campers give me the creeps.
- Are you kidding? The Trawlers are great.
- It's just, well, their very nature seems
to go against everything I know about science.
- Well, that's why I choose not to know anything about science.
[both groaning]
- I mean, just take a gander at that picture
of Kidferatu over there.
He doesn't show up in photos.
That goes against all logic.
- Well, maybe he's just really shy.
- Okay.
But how does Jimmy Blobfish stand upright?
He doesn't have a skeleton.
Not even physics can explain it.
- And have you ever noticed how campers
are always getting caught in Preda-Tory's webs?
This is fun.
- I'm sorry, but those Trawlers make me question everything
I know about the natural world.
- Oh, no, Patrick.
Our friends aren't friends with each other.
What are we gonna do?
Uh, Patrick?
- He's right. This is fun.
We don't hang out enough.
- [snores] - Sandy, are you asleep?
- Wake up! - Oh! Huh? What?
[grunts] What in tarnation is the big emergency?
- Um, it's more of a friend-emergency.
We were worried about our friend
not being friends with our other friends,
so we're gonna have a sleepover at the Trawler cabin.
- Oh, but they're so unnatural.
both: Please?
- I don't know, fellas.
both: Please, please, please, please, please, please, please?
- [sighs] Fine.
If it means that much to y'all, I'll give it a sh*t.
- Thank you. - [chomps]
- Whoa. - [growls]
- Boop. - [groans]
[excited chatter]
[curious music]
♪ ♪
- Oh.
[door creaks]
[thunder crashes] [nervously] Oh, oh.
- Boo. - Aah!
- Don't be scared, Sandy.
Thunder is just the sound of two giants
playing patty-cake.
- Actually, SpongeBob, thunder is the rapid expansion
of air surrounding the path of a lightning bolt.
Science.
- Huh, superstitious.
[old-timey music]
[thunder booms] [giants laugh]
♪ ♪
[creepy organ music]
- Don't that seem creepy to y'all?
Oh! [whimpering]
- Welcome to our parlor.
- Huh? Arachnid!
Whoa!
- Okay, okay, a lady can take a hint.
- Hi, I'm Jimmy.
I noticed you around camp. - Ooh.
- Did you just take a sample of me?
- [chuckles uncomfortably] Sorry.
Scientific habit. - [laughs] That's okay.
I've got samples all day long.
- [sighs]
both: Hi. We're the Roxies.
- Oh, uh, howdy.
I can remove that little growth for you.
- She's the growth. I was here first.
[both laugh]
- And of course, our counselor, Kidferatu.
- [hisses]
- [yowls, growls]
[laughter] - Whoo!
- That was good. - Sandy, you're a big hit.
- Oh, you think so?
I'm as nervous as a long-tailed cat
in a room full of rocking chairs.
- Don't worry, Sandy.
We'll be with you the whole time.
- Well, I don't see why we can't be friends too.
I mean, since we're all friends
with SpongeBob and Patrick here.
- SpongeBob and Patrick where?
- Uh, oh! Where'd they go?
- They probably went to the bathroom.
[thunder crashes] [laughs creepily]
- Oh. Well, I better go too.
Sometimes they, uh-- they need a little help.
with the paperwork. [laughs]
- The bat room's behind that door.
- Oh. Uh.
Gulp. [whimpers]
[bats screeching]
- Not bat room-- bathroom!
Bathroom's down the hall to the left.
- [laughs awkwardly] I'll be right back.
Oh.
[pants] Huh? Huh?
SpongeBob? Patrick?
Where'd y'all go?
Huh? Oh, how in tarnation
do you get lost in a hallway?
SpongeBob? Patrick?
Where are you?
[door creaks] Huh?
[whimpers]
Aah!
SpongeBob! Patrick!
I'll save you! Hiya!
Wha! [grunts]
Dirty laundry?
- May I help you find something?
- Oh, just l--looking for the bathroom.
- It's not in here, darling.
- [laughs nervously] I'm sorry. My bad.
I'll be going. Whoa! - Hmm?
- Will I be a butterfly soon?
- Shh. - [giggles]
- All right, scaredy squirrel, keep it together.
Don't let your imagination hog-tie your logic.
[door creaks open] Huh?
[whimpers]
SpongeBob?
Patrick?
Oh.
[dramatic music]
- [growls]
- No! It couldn't be!
[gulps] Oh. Oh.
What the cud? A tanning bed?
- [hisses] - Uh, no, thanks.
My fur is a naturally rich golden brown.
[laughs] Aah!
- [sighs]
- All these ding dong dang doors look alike.
[honk] Huh?
Huh?
Oh. Aah, aah, aah!
[screams]
[sighs]
[squelching, bubbling]
Oh, Patrick!
Thank goodness I found you!
Whoa, whoa, whoa! [groans]
Whoa! [yammering nervously]
[grunts]
Ew.
Well, don't worry, buckaroo.
I got you. [straining]
- Hey, new friend.
Get my back?
- Aah! Whoa!
- I love you.
[spooky music]
[giants grumbling]
- Huh?
[squeaking]
♪ ♪
My eyes are playing tricks on me.
- [grunting] - Oh!
- [grunts]
[thunder booms] [grunts]
- [gasps] SpongeBob.
[timer dings] [both gasp]
both: Whoo!
- [gasps] Not Patrick too!
I'm coming, buddies.
[grunting] They're gonna eat us all!
[panting] Oh!
- We've been looking forward to having you for dinner.
We would like you to sit in the chair
reserved for honored guests.
- Huh? - [growls]
- Whoa.
- We have prepared something
that you uniquely would appreciate.
- No. [blubbers]
[laughter] - Ta-da!
- [gasps] I knew it!
Y'all are a bunch of monsters.
- [spits] - [groans]
Huh? Wha--
[upbeat music]
all: Surprise!
- Hominawhat?
- Isn't this fun?
- Hiding under the drapes was our idea.
- To celebrate your new friendship,
the Trawlers wanted to surprise you
with a meal made in your honor--
some mixed nuts and some Swiss cheese,
finely sliced,
a star-shaped acorn cake in honor of your home,
the Lone Star State, Texas.
- I cut the cheese myself.
- [farts] - You and me both, sister.
- Oh. - Embrace the magic, Sandy.
This is fun.
- Well, Sandy, what do you think?
♪ ♪
- [laughs]
I have to admit, at first, I was scared of y'all,
but you guys are a genuine hoot.
I've thought all y'all were really trying to dine on us.
Obviously, you'd never eat us in a million years.
[wolf howls]
- No, maybe not in a million years.
[hesitant laughter]
[eccentric music]
♪ ♪
[laughter]
- You guys are the best.
Next week y'all have to come over
to our cabin for a sleepover.
[laughter]
- I knew you'd like it.
- So we say to the guy, "If that's your severed head"--
- "Then why do we have the receipt?"
[laughter]
- The receipt.
- Would you blathering boneheads
keep it down in here?
I am trying to sleep.
[growls] - [screams]
- It's hideous. - It's horrible.
- It's hideous. - [gasps]
- This is fun!
[Trawlers screaming]
- [laughs] Guess I'm not the only scaredy squirrel in camp.
[Trawlers yelling]
[upbeat organ music]
- I love you.
[upbeat music]
♪ ♪
01x25 - The Taste of Defeat/Scaredy Squirrel
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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.