14x09 - Kreepaway Kamp

[bunniefuu]

- Are you ready, kids?

kids:
Aye, aye, Captain!

- I can't hear you.

kids:
Aye, aye, Captain!

- ♪ Ohh... ♪

♪ Who lives in a pineapple
under the sea? ♪

kids:
SpongeBob SquarePants!

- ♪ Absorbent and yellow
and porous is he ♪

kids:
SpongeBob SquarePants!

- ♪ If nautical nonsense
be something you wish ♪

kids:
SpongeBob SquarePants!

- ♪ Then drop on the deck
and flop like a fish ♪

kids: SpongeBob SquarePants!
- Ready?

all:
SpongeBob SquarePants!

SpongeBob SquarePants!

- SpongeBob

SquarePants!

[laughing]

[flute plays]

[waves crashing]

[surf rock music]

♪ ♪

- [howls]

[mysterious music]

♪ ♪

[creature squalls]

- [cooing]

- [chuckling maliciously]

- [meows]

- [grumbling excitedly]

[pleasant tropical music]

♪ ♪

- [yawns]

Oh, boy, breakfast.

[grunting]

Hey! Bad breakfast!

You go in my tummy!

- [snarls]

- Wow.

You're the first food
to ever escape.

I salute you, sir.

- [hisses]

- Oh, it's an envelope!

Not my favorite flavor,
but whatever.

- [snarling]
- Oh!

It's an opening envelope,
not an eating envelope.

- [hisses]

- [straining]

These things should come
with instructions!

Maybe SpongeBob can help.

He's good at stuff and things.

[playful music]

♪ ♪

SpongeBob!

Can you open
this breakfast envelope for me?

- You got
a breakfast envelope too?

How mysterious.

Let's open them together!

- [strains]

♪ ♪

- This letter's just
"snot" gonna open!

[laughs]

Maybe it just needs
a little extra elbow grease.

- [laughs]
- See?

What'd I tell--agh!

My old Kamp Koral neckerchief?

Neat.

- My old Kamp Koral underwear!

I haven't worn these in years.

- Say, you think
anyone else got sent

fun Kamp Koral memories?

Let's ask our old bunkmate,
Sandy.

- [whimpering]
I think these memories

are cutting off the circulation
to my brain.

- Envelope?
Oh, yeah, I got one of those.

Opened it up and got hit right
in the kisser by my old braces!

- Cool, everyone got a prize.

OK, mystery solved.
Goodbye.

- Wait!
Didn't you read

the letter in the envelope?

both: The letter?

- "Do you miss the carefree
days of your youth?

"Well, pine away no more,
because you're invited

"to a k*ller reunion
at Kamp Koral.

"Come relive your childhood
and party down.

You'll just die
from all the fun."

Signed "X."

Do you know what this means?
- Yep.

"This" refers to a specific
person or object.

- Uh, yeah, that is right,
but it also means,

we're going back to Kamp Koral!

- Yee-haw! High five!

- High five!

[all straining]

- Get swole!

Huh?
[all grunt]

- Oh. [chuckles]

Aah!

[laughter]

- Meep?

- Moop?

Mop.

- [muttering]

Huh?
[muttering]

I ain't going to some dumb
reunion at me old summer camp.

I barely shut
that place down in time

to avoid all those
health code violations!

[coin clinking]

[gasps]

Huh?

I'd know this nickel anywhere.

"P.S. Look familiar?

Come and get the rest
if you dare."

[gasps] Sweet Neptune!

A map to me lost camp nickels!

The ones I hid so well,
even I forgot where I hid 'em.

Me and me money.

Now, that's a reunion
worth attending!

[laughs sinisterly]

- Oh, boy, I can't wait
to go back to Kamp Koral!

- Yeah, but how
are we gonna get there?

My unicycle's in the shop.

- Well--
- I know!

We could prance!

- Oh, boy!
I haven't pranced in ages!

[both vocalizing]

[all vocalizing]

- Just get on the bus.

- Oh, yeah, the bus.
- [mumbling]

- Yeah, I do suppose
that makes sense.

[jaunty music]

♪ ♪

- [panting]
Wait for me, dudes!

- And that's why Barnacle Boy,
with both hands...

[anchovies meeping]

- Moop moop moop.

- [chattering indistinctly]

laughter]

[indistinct chatter]

- [hollering excitedly]

[laughter]

- What are you looking
at, boy-o?

- [sighs] You haven't changed
a bit since camp, Mr. Krabs.

Greetings, fellow campers!

I'd like to personally thank

whoever invited us
to the big reunion!

So who was it?

[overlapping chatter]
all: Not me.

- Oh, well.
We're sure to know

when we get there.

Next stop, Kamp Money!

- Eugene!

- I mean, Kamp Koral.

[all cheer]

- Yeah! Whoo!

- Ah, good old Kamp Koral.

[eerie music]

It seems different somehow.

- Looks like they changed
the name to Ka-Ka.

- Well, I must say, the place
has really gone to pot.

- Well, I think someone
is pulling a fast one

with this reunion.

- [baby voice] Don't listen
to her, little nickel.

We'll find your friends soon.

♪ ♪

- This place is, like,
way smaller than I remember.

- It's not smaller.

You're just bigger.

But it is a lot crummier.

Agh!
- [laughs]

- All right, I think
this joke has gone far enough.

Everyone, back on the bus.

We are not staying here.

Not to worry.
I'll get the tools,

and we'll put
the wheels back on.

Maybe we could just--

{\an8}- Well, looks like we're
walking back across the bridge.

{\an8}- Oh, no!

{\an8}We'll have to use
the old tunnel.

{\an8}That's OK.
To the hot air balloon field!

- We're trapped!

- Every way to get is gone!

- Maybe for the likes
of you rabble.

Regigilled, commence
Operation Wealth Extraction.

[helicopter whirring]
- What in tarnation?

- What is that?
- Whoa! What is it?

- Whoa!
- Huh?

Wait!
- Wait, wait, wait.

[overlapping chatter]

- Hurry, Regigilled.

[all shouting]

{\an8}[gasps]
Look what you've done

{\an8}to my third-favorite
helicopter!

I am offended! Hmph!

- Hey, at least
no one got hurt, right?

- [sighs] Finally alone.

Now to find me booty!

Let's see, 100 paces south.

OK!


Hey, out of my way, cabin!

[cabin whimpering]

Stupid cabin!



- What should we do now,
Mr. Krabs?

Mr. Krabs?

- Has anyone seen Eugene?

[all muttering]

- I think I saw him walk off
with something under his arm.

- If my dad had a newspaper
under his arm when he left,

we won't see him
for a couple of hours.

- 98, 99, 100!

Ooh! X marks the spot!

[laughing]

Found it!

[straining]

Ooh, now to get
what's coming to me!

[laughs]
Huh?

[screaming]

- Hey, that sounds
like Mr. Krabs...

having a blast!

Good ol' Camp Master Krabs.

He knows how to have fun.

Whoo-hoo!

[engine revving]

- What's that?

- Maybe it's another bus
to take us home.

[rock music]

♪ ♪

Nurse Helga!

- It is me!

I am here for the reunion!

- What'd I miss?

- Ooh!
And it looks like

I got here just in time!

- [screams]

- Come back,
bubby with the boo-boo!

- Looks like Kamp Koral
is reopen for business!

Yay! Yay, yay!
[all sobbing]

[overlapping chatter]

- Well, g*ng, if we're
gonna be stuck here,

we might as well enjoy
being back in camp!

♪ Jump up and cheer
for old Kamp Koral ♪

♪ Where the food is bad
and tastes abnormal ♪

♪ The bunks are filled
with bugs ♪

♪ And the woods
are paranormal ♪

♪ But we love it here in camp ♪

♪ So there'll be no quarrel! ♪

[all muttering
unenthusiastically]

- We're gonna die out here.

- I don't know
what's happening.

- Is this really our old cabin?

Regigilled, door!

- As you wish.

[strains]

- Oh, heavens!

Disgusting!

Outrageous!

Our beautiful cabin's gone
from chateau to shanty!

both: Eww.

- Oh, my.
- Oh.

Regigilled!

- As you wish.

[humming]

both: Huh?

- It's a bit lumpier
than I remember.

- [roars]
- Huh?

[both scream]
- [laughs sinisterly]

- [screams]

This place is haunted!

Oh. Regigilled!

- As you wish.

[humming]

- [screams]

- Will there be anything else?

- [growls]
- As you wish.

[screams]

[sinister laughter]

- Thanks for removing
that helicopter thingy.

But now my stomach
is empty again!

[sniffing]

Food!

[yelping excitedly]

- Ugh. Imbeciles.

[fly buzzing]

Ay, this cabin was spotless
when I left.

[gasps]

My scalpels!

My clamps!

My slashing tools!

All gone!

Huh?

[metallic jangling]

Who's there?

Does someone have a boo-boo?

Do you need Nurse Helga
to put you back together?

Ha!

Phew!

[yelps]

[screaming]
[sinister laughter]

- Will you please keep it down!

- Shh!

That was obviously a werewolf!

- But it's daytime,
and there's no moon!

- Then it must be some sort
of marauding camp creeper.

- We have bigger problems.

It appears there's
no mechanism for zipping.

- Then let's improvise.

[laughter]

- Uh-oh.

[all screaming]

Ow.

- [grunts]
- [yelps]

- [screams]

My posterior has suffered
a double cranial concussion.

- It's not looking so good.

- Oh, no.
His butt is wiped out!

[screams]

- Thank you, Kevin,

but I'm sure my butt
doesn't look that bad.

- Hey, where's Kevin?

Kevin, quit goofing around.

[yelps]
I've got a feeling

there's something supernatural
going on around here.

- I've got a feeling too...

in my glutes.

[cries]

[laid-back music]

♪ ♪

- Food. Snacks.

Food. Snacks.

Oof!

The Krusty Kanteen!

[laughing excitedly]

[straining]

Agh!

Let no man say I didn't try.

[squelching]
Huh?

Is someone blorping at me?

- [grunting]

- Just one more drum of expired
chum left to illegally dump!

- I don't know
why you insisted on coming

all the way out here
just to dump some chum.

- Because not even
an idiot would come

all the way out here.

- Hi, Mr. Plankton.
- Huh?

[screams]

Oh, it's you.

What are you doing here?

[screams]

- We're here for the party.

Didn't you get an invite
to the Kamp Koral reunion?

- Reunion?

Why would I go
to a dumb daycare reunion?

[screams]

- 'Cause we're getting hungry,

and you were
the cook here once.

So why don't
you get cooking, cook?

- Cook?

I'll cook your face!

- Easy, Tiger.

Let's play along
so they don't report us.

- Eh, fine.

{\an8}Come and get it!

{\an8}You lousy punks.

{\an8}[grunts]

{\an8}- You're not really gonna feed
them this putrid chum, are you?

{\an8}- Sure!
Polluting campers is more

{\an8}environmentally conscious
than polluting the lake.

{\an8}Right, noodle brain?

{\an8}- Mmm, brain noodles.

[all muttering disgustedly]

[chum snarls]

- Suddenly, I'm not hungry.

- Blegh! Me neither.

Hey, does anybody want
to play some volleyball?

- Does a one-legged duck
swim in circles?

[all cheering]

- Hey, wait for me!

[grunting]

[munching]

[all sigh]

- Meep.
- Meep.

- [gagging]

- Ugh. Yuck!

I've been sullied!

I need a shower.

- Wait!

Don't shower!

Have you never seen
a horror movie?

The Creeper will get you!

[distant howling]

[gulps]

I'm alone.

That's against
the horror movie rules too!

[whimpering]

- [retches]
Meep, meep, meep!

- Meep, meep, meep!

[sinister laughter]

- [gulps]

[whistling]

Meep!

- [laughs villainously]

[eerie music]

♪ ♪

- [humming]

- [growls]

[dramatic music]

- Hm? Ooh, that's good.

I can never get back there.

Harvey, is that you?

SpongeBob?

[gasps]

[screams]

[whimpering and yelping]

So clean--

so terrifyingly clean.

[screams]

♪ ♪

So clean.

- [laughs ominously]

- [cries]

[all cheering happily]

- While we're stuck
at this dirty camp,

who's gonna be
the volleyball champ?

- Get ready!

I call this serve the...

"Hey, Mister, can we get
our ball back, please?"

[grunts]

- Owie, wowie!

That's gotta stingy!

Hit 'em back.
Whack attack.

Let's go, Dinghies!

- I got it!

[suspenseful music]

Ah!

♪ ♪

Oh, a wise guy, eh?

[both grunting]

Ah!

[sinister laughter]

- [laughs]

- What you laughing at?

- I'm just laughing
because the woods are laughing.

♪ ♪

- Hey, where's Mo?

- Obviously, incinerated by me.

- I think you mean
"intimidated."

- Yeah...

- Whatever.

We're still gonna
destroy you, dude.

Hey, Tall Tail,
you're subbed in!

- Come on, Tall Tail,
pull up your socks!

Smash that ball, win it all!

Let's go Jocks!

- I call this serve
Deep Impact.

[grunts]

[both panting]

- Huh?
[groans]

Barely hit me.

- I'll get it.
- I'll come with you.

[sinister laughter]

- [laughs]

[dramatic music]

- Mr. Krabs,
the Yacht Cabin, Kevin,

Nurse Helga, the Anchovies,
Bubble Bass,

and now the jocks have
all mysteriously disappeared.

- Oh, they're probably just
somewhere having fun!

[yelps]
- Somewhere in their graves!

- I'm sure there's
a perfectly good,

highly reasonable,
scientifically-proven

explanation
for their disappearances.

And besides,
not all the jocks are gone.

Tall Tail is still--

jumping flapjacks!

He's gone!

- The Kamp Creeper
strikes again.

- This reunion's not so fun.

The cheerleaders always
the next one!

Give me a C-R-Y!

[sobbing]

- Look, all I'm saying is there
are rules to surviving horror.

Like, don't go off alone,

don't say "I'll be right back,"

and no canoodling.

- And don't be ridiculous.

You're all acting like
a bunch of babies.

I'm not afraid of any creature
or axe m*rder*r or whatever.

If anything scary came at me,

I'd hit him like this,
and I'd hit him like that!

- Bleh!
- [screams]

[laughter]

Very funny, Karen.

Very funny.

Come on, Chuckles.

Let's blow this weenie roast
and "canoodle."

- I wouldn't do that
if I were you.

- You wouldn't do anything
I would do, weirdo.

- Mmm, s'mores.

- You know that's
a pinecone, right?

- S'more pinecone for me!

[belches]

Mmm, spicy little devil.

[chuckles]
- Ugh.

Maybe we should tell stories
to keep our minds off

the terrifying horror
that lurks in the dark.

- Ooh, I'll start.

It was a night
just like tonight

in an old abandoned camp
just like this one.

But there was something
out there,

something spooky
that prowled in the woods.

- Seriously?
A scary camping story?

- It's the only story
I can remember right now.

- Ooh, tell the part with
all the bloody axe-murdering!

both: No!

- All right, that's it!

No more campfire.

We're all gonna stay together

in the old Dinghy Cabin
until morning.

- Good idea.

I'll go get Plankton and Karen.

I'll be right back.

- She's dead.

- Aww, our old cabin.

It's a fixer-upper.

- More like a tearer-downer.

- I call top bunk!

- SpongeBob,
I think there's someone

sleeping in this bunk bed.

[all whimpering]

[all screaming]

{\an8}[sea urchins grunting
rhythmically]

{\an8}- [grunting rhythmically]

Wah!
- [panting]

Can I faint now?

- Be my guest.

- Uh, what do I do with this?

[distant howling]

[smooching]

- Whoo! Yes!

I made it to first base!

[video game beeping]

[branch snaps]
Huh?

[both scream]

- Oh, there you are.

Hello.
[chuckles]

- [shouting]
What is wrong with you?

I almost had a heart attack!

What's with the mask?

- Oh, don't be so dramatic.

I just found some of my old
hockey equipment in the woods.

[gasps]
It's still got my name on it.

Good times.

[both scream]

Plankton? Karen?

Come on, I know you're just
trying to scare me.

Holy Zamboni!

[screaming]
[sinister laughter]

- All right, so where was I?

Oh, yeah, I remember now!

There was something spooky
out there,

prowling around in the woods,

and it made
a terrifying shriek!

[instrument playing]

[all whimpering]

- Ugh.
I'm tired of being scared!

- Me too.
both: Me too.

- Uh, I'm not tired
of being scared yet.

- Come on, fellers,
it's time we fought back!

[instrument continues off-key]

{\an8}- [gasps]
The C-C-C-Creeper!

{\an8}- Hyah!

{\an8}[all grunting]

{\an8}- [moans]

{\an8}all: Squidward?

{\an8}- Ow!

{\an8}both: Patrick!

{\an8}- At least Squidward's safe.
[laughs]

- Oww.

You guys?

What are you idiots doing here?

- We're here
for the Kamp Koral reunion.

Aren't you?
- Reunion?

No, I've been here for a week,

ever since I was banned

from playing clarinet
in Bikini Bottom!

- The city has been
rather peaceful lately.

- Didn't you notice
that I haven't been at work

for a whole week?

- I assumed you were just
on a bathroom break.

[chuckles]

- You must have gotten
an invite.

- Hold on.

I believe this is yours.

- Hmph.

This letter is
for Old Man Walker!

He never even went
to this camp!

You idiots ruined
my perfect getaway!

Now I have to get away again--
all over again!

[yelps]

[sighs] Typical.

[muttering angrily]

- No, wait!

Don't go out alone!

Squidward!

It's too late.

He's vanished.

- Everybody's vanished.

- Everybody?

Ah! SpongeBob!

Help, I'm vanishing!

- Come on, Patrick,
materialize!

Are you OK, buddy?

- I don't know.

I'm still processing.

- Squidward was taken because
he ignored the rules of horror.

- You mean, don't wear white
after Labor Day?

- Ugh!

I repeat, don't go off alone,

don't say "I'll be right back,"

and absolutely no canoodling!

Watch, I'll prove it.

[smooching]

Oh, my pumpkin.

My little lump of sugar.

Sweet honey pie.

- Did he say "honey pie"?

I'm hungry.

- [smooching]

Aah!

[all scream]

all: Ohh.

- And that's why
you don't canoodle.

- [growls]
- [screams]

[all scream]

- Stand back, y'all.

Hiyaa!

Whoever it is,
they're probably still close.

Let's get 'em!

- [muttering angrily]

Oh, there must be somewhere
I can play

without any
annoying interruptions.

[footsteps thudding]
Huh?

You imbeciles better not
be following me!

[dramatic music]

[sighs]

♪ ♪

Those morons got me all jumpy.

[footsteps thudding]
Huh?

I hate to admit it,
but that's pretty cute.

[bunnies giggling]

Ow! I take it back!

Bad bunnies!

[muttering angrily]

[leaves rustling]
Huh?

All right, who is it now?

I have a clarinet,
and I'm not afraid to use it!

Guess I blew them away.

[laughs]

[screams]

[sinister laughter]

- Squidward?

Harvey?

- Mrs. Puff?

Mo?

- Lady Upturn?

Daddy?

- I'm hollering!

I'm yelling!

{\an8}[clarinet playing]
- Do you hear that?

{\an8}Clarinet music.
It must be Squidward!

{\an8}[both giggling excitedly]

Aw, it's just a snail.

- Yeah, I thought
it sounded too good.

- I'll keep this safe
until we can

give it back to Squidward.

- Yeah...

I doubt he'll want it back now.

- [sighs]
I'm beat.

I think we should call off
the search until morning.

[gasps] Guys! Guys!

[wailing] It got me!

Ow! Ugh!

Aah! Help!

Aah!

[sinister laughter]

- Whoa!
- She's gone!

- The Creeper's got her!

- Aah! Aah!

- Now it's got Patrick!

- It's coming from back there!

[screaming continues]

The old Trawler cabin!

[grunts]

- Patrick?

[both scream]

- What is up?

- Was that you yelling?

- Yelling?

Oh, yeah, yeah.

Uh, I wanted
to warn you about, um...

- This spiderweb?

- Uh...yeah!

- Aw, thanks, buddy.

[deep growling]

[all whimpering]

- On the count of three, boys--

one, two, three.

[all screaming]

- [gasps]
Of all the screamers

back in the day,
you guys were the best!

- Huh?

Big and Lil Roxie?

Or is it Little and Big Roxie?

- Y'all switched places?

- It happens
every three moon cycles.

- Turnabout is fair play.

- Good evening, everyone.

Welcome to my parlor.

Snip, snip, snip.

- Howdy, Preda Tory!

[lightening cracks, all gasp]

[menacing organ music]

♪ ♪

- [hisses]

- Kidferatu, all grown up!

Good to see you're still
dead and well.

- [hisses]

- He's a count now.
all: Huh?

- It's great to see
you guys again!

- Jimmy Blobfish?

Hey, you look--

- Yeah, I know, I know.

I lost my looks.

I was much cuter
when I was young.

- It's the delicious insides
that count.

- [munching]

Yeah, but his outside
isn't so bad either!

He still tastes
like maple syrup.

- Uh! I almost forgot!

We're all in danger!

There's a creeper in camp.

- A creeper?

- Sounds like
our kind of people.

[giggles]

- Y'all don't understand.

He's been snatching up everyone
who's here for the reunion.

- This Creeper sounds
fascinating.

- What do we gotta do
to get snatched?

- Well, Harvey said
you have to break

one of the rules of horror.

- That's easy.

We know 'em all.

[all clamoring]

- What are you doing?

- We'll be right back!

- [hisses]

[all cheer]

- [growls]

- [panting] Huh? Hm?

They're gone!

- Hmm.

I got it!

I know who the Creeper is!

Think about it.

Who used to prank us
all the time?

both: Hmm.

- Our old hill folk friends,
Narlene and Nobby!

both: Ohh.

- So I say it's time for us
to prank them back.

- Narlene's cabin
looks abandoned.

- That's how it always looks!

It's shack chic.

They're in there.
I can feel it in my tail.

- I can taste it in your tail.

[both snoring]

- You got your pie?

- It's here, in my pie hole.

- When Patrick wakes them up
with the clarinet,

let 'em have it.

[clarinet plays loudly]

Why didn't that work?

Dummies?
[rapid tapping]

[roaring]

[both scream]

both: Uh...whoa!

- More decoys?

- Patrick, help us!

- I got it!

- Patrick?

[sighs]
Nobby, cut 'em down.

[both groan]

Hoo-wee!

If'n it ain't
the old ding-dong Dinghies.

What y'all doing
in our domicile?

- Like you don't know!

You've been pranking us
all night!

- Huh! 'Fraid not.

We've been busy trying
to catch a critter

that's been trespassing
on our property!

That's why we rigged
the booby trap.

- Alas, the only boobies
we caught t'were you.

[chuckles]

- I bet it was the Creeper.

He invited us to a camp reunion
only to snatch everybody away.

- How would you all like
to team up with us

and put a stop to this varmint?

- Does the Tin Man have
a sheet metal behind?

Time we armed up!

[jaunty country music]

- Ha ha!

- Hmm.
[chuckles nefariously]

♪ ♪

[all grunt]

- Patrick, don't eat
your weapon!

- Whoo-hoo!

Let's catch us a creeper!

- [yells indistinctly]

[creatures cawing]

[sinister laughter]

[all yelping]

- What is that sound?

[menacing music]

- [gulps]

Don't worry, guys.

I'll protect you
with my sandwich.

[grunting]

Ah! Oh, no, my sandwich!

[whimpering]

♪ ♪

Oh, thanks.

Uh-oh.

{\an8}[yelps]

{\an8}Whoa!

{\an8}- [gasps] Oh, no!

{\an8}That's Patrick!

{\an8}He's been snatched!

{\an8}[sinister laughter]
[all whimpering]

{\an8}- Whatever's out there
is gonna get us!

That leaves us
only one option--

- Run!

[all scream]
- Huh?

No!
I was gonna say "fight back!"

- [muttering fearfully]

Huh?

Sugar Squeezin'.

Huh? Huh?

[whimpers, mutters excitedly]

[speaking gibberish]

For courage!

- [laughing menacingly]

- [whimpering]
Need more courage!

- [panting]

That Creeper will never
catch me

in my underground
tree stump system.

[laughs]

Aw, I'm caught!

[sneaky music]

♪ ♪

[sinister laughter]

[clams cawing]

- Stand back!

I got an electro-hammer,
and I'm not afraid to use it!

My hammer's gone haywire!

Time for plan B.

So long, Creeper!

Whoa!

[sighs] Now I know
what a balloon feels like.

The Clampitheater?

Is that where you've been
hiding all the bodies?

Why are you doing this?

- Because...

this is fun!

- Elwood?

- Hi, Sandy!

- I always wondered
what happened to you.

- It was all those years ago.

I missed the last bus home
from Kamp Koral

on the last day of camp.

Yay!

And I've been living here
alone ever since.

[groaning]

It's been fun!

Mmm.

[yawns]

Oof!

But I missed all you guys.

[roars]

Then one day thought,
if I throw a reunion,

everyone would come back
to Kamp Koral,

and we could play forever!

- Living all by your lonesome
didn't help

your social skills none,
did it?

- Nope.

[strains]

And here's all our friends!

- Elwood? You did this?

Waah!
- And you can join them!

I have one more guest to fetch!

[sinister laughter]

- [panting and screaming]

Phew. There!

All that screaming should
keep the Creeper away.

- [giggling]

- [gasps]

I was wrong.

I need more screaming!

[screaming]

Whoa!

- [growls]

[yelping]

- [gulps] OK.

I'm sorry I told a story
with my back to the dark,

but I never canoodled,
whatever that is.

[screams]

Please don't k*ll me!

I'm too young to die!

[sobbing] I've got so many
more Krabby Patties to make.

Ah!

[screams]

My friends are all dead!

[all groaning]

No, they're not.
They're all zombies.

- We're not zombies.

We got bored waiting for you,

so we had a ketchup fight.

- [yawns]
And then we got tired

and took a nap.

- Ohh.

That's exactly
what I would have done.

[whimpers]

- Hey, Elwood!

We're out of ketchup.

- Elwood?

You're the Kamp Creeper?

- I guess so! Yeah!

- All of this
is his blundering way

of inviting all of us
to a Kamp Koral reunion.

- I have no social skills!

both: Yeah...
[chuckle nervously]

- So, uh, what now?

- [roars]

Ha. So what now?

Heh. So let's party.

Hit it!

[jazzy music playing]

[microphone feedback whines]

[jaunty music playing]

- [hisses]

- No!

- [giggles]

[all meeping rhythmically]

- [laughing]

- Yee-hoo!

- Whoo-hoo!

- [hisses]

- ♪ Kamp Koral ♪

- ♪ Elwood kidnapped everyone ♪

- ♪ Kamp Koral ♪

- ♪ Now the party has begun ♪

- ♪ Kamp Koral ♪

- ♪ We thought we'd be k*lled ♪

♪ Instead we're so thrilled ♪

♪ Right down to our toes ♪

[all cheering]

- Great party, lad.

Uh, listen, eh, I was wondering

when you were gonna show me
where me lost treasure is.

[chuckles] You know.

- You're looking at it!

I spent it on this party.

Didn't you get
the nickel change I sent you?

And besides...

- Don't say it.

- Aren't friends
the real treasure?

- No!
- [giggling]