Ah... another beautiful day
in Bikini Bottom's
own Jellyfish Fields,
an untamed world
of natural order
where the little jellyfish
jellies roam free
across the salty seascape.
And where there is jellyfish,
there is the jellyfish hunter.
♪ La la la la la ♪
♪ La la la la la. ♪
You're my th catch of the day.
I'm going to call you Twelvy.
Kitchy-kitchy-koo.
( sneezes )
Bye, Twelvy.
( jellyfish buzzing )
( electricity crackling )
Oh... it's you.
( jellyfish buzzing )
Well, it's just
you and me again.
I've caught and named every
jellyfish in this field
at least once, except you,
No-name.
( buzzing )
( prattling )
( prattling )
( buzzing )
( can clanking )
( panting; heart throbbing )
( frantic panting )
( frantic buzzing )
( prattling )
Gotcha!
( buzzing )
Barnacles, how did he do that?
Someday I'll catch ol' No-name.
l'm going on
my lunch break, Mr. Krabs.
You got five minutes!
Wow, one more minute
than yesterday!
SpongeBob ready for launch.
( imitating rocket launch )
Mmm...
Oh...
yum...
Mmm...
Oh, yeah...
( tittering )
( gulps )
Hey, buddy, what
the heck is that?
Why, this is a hole, good sir.
You see, I am a sponge,
and we typically...
Not that, that!
lt's just
a little old crabby patty
smothered in jellyfish jelly.
I call it a "crabby patty
with jellyfish jelly."
Could I try some?
Sure!
Amazing!
l've got to tell
someone about this.
♪ Hey,
all you people... ♪
♪ Hey, all you people... ♪
♪ Hey, all you people,
won't you listen to me? ♪
♪ I just had a sandwich,
no ordinary sandwich ♪
♪ A sandwich filled
with jellyfish jelly! ♪
♪ Hey, man, you got
to try this sandwich ♪
♪ It's no
ordinary sandwich ♪
♪ It's the tastiest sandwich
in the sea! ♪
( scat singing )
♪ Yeah... ♪
Thank you.
SpongeBob?!
Who's playing Squidward's
records again?!
No one, Mr. Krabs.
I was just sharing my jellyfish
jelly with the customers.
ALL:
Mmm...
Oh, this is great.
Here, Mr. Krabs,
send your taste buds
on a journey.
Messin' with the patty's
formula... that's mutiny!
Why, I ought to...
Sir, this is the greatest thing
I've ever eaten.
I'm going to come
back here for lunch
every day for the rest
of my life.
( cash register rings )
Hey, buddy, you all right?
( stuttering )
You okay, Mr. K.?
SpongeBob, I got a
proposition for you:
How's about you go catch me
some of those little money fish?
Oh, boy, getting paid
to jelly-fish,
that's my life's dream.
Well, keep dreamin'...
This'll be on your time.
Aye, aye, sir.
Now, go get me some jellyfish
and make it...
( jellyfish humming )
...quick.
Uh... SpongeBob,
we're going to need more
than one puny jellyfish.
But, sir, how many
jellyfish do you need?
SpongeBob, we have
a whole ecosystem
full of hungry payin' customers.
Oh, no! Don't tell me...
you've stopped cari"
for the customers.
( screams )
No, never.
Then go out there
and get me some more jellies!
Okay, Mr. Krabs.
Just make sure
the jellyfish
are comfortable;
they are, oh, so sensitive.
Ooh, I'll keep them
comfortable all right...
inside me wallet.
( chortles )
( buzzing )
( panting )
Here you go, Mr. Krabs.
l'm going to need
more than that, boy!
More jellies,
Mr. Krabs.
Oh, that'll never do... more!
More, SpongeBob.
( metal creaking )
What don't
you understand
about "more"?
( jellyfish buzzing )
More.
More!
More!
More.
More.
More, more, more, more...
More!!
( porcelain breaking )
Well, there's no more.
Now, that's jellyfishing.
♪ Scooby, doo-doo,
da-da, dee-dee. ♪
( buzzing )
( scatting )
( humming )
( scatting )
( humming )
It feels like somebody...
wants to sell me something!
( groans )
I told you he was on to us.
( panting )
( buzzing )
l'm not interested
in anything you're selling!
( panting frantically )
( wind whistling )
Gee, it sure felt like...
Bah! I must be working too hard.
( phone ringing )
I'll get it, Gary.
Hello, SpongeBob's house,
SpongeBob speaking.
( heavy breathing )
Hello?
( breathing heavily )
( dial tone buzzing )
Uh, uh, a wrong number.
Aah, I guess Gary forgot
to pay the electric bill.
( laughs nervously )
( door clanking )
Gary, is that you?
Gary?!
Uh, yeah, good idea, Gary.
There's probably some candles
in the kitchen.
Hello... what's this?
How did you get in here,
oh, delicious one?
A little snack
will calm my nerves.
Mmm, a crabby patty
with blue jelly.
( gasps )
Blue jelly?!
( yells )
Hello, No-name,
what's happening?
( laughs nervously )
No-name, let me out.
What are you going
to do with me?
P-U, what smells
like big business?
Hey, I don't remember
that factory.
Huh?
Oh, what is
this horrible place?!
MECHANICAL VOICE:
Kitchy-kitchy-koo.
What kind of monster
is responsible for this horror?
That's it, boys, keep that
gelatinous gold a-flowin'.
( chortles )
Mr. Krabs?
No.
Now I know why
you brought me here.
But what can we do?
( music playing )
SPONGEBOB:
Mr. Krabs?
Stops this madness!
Stop it right now!
Uh, uh... this isn't what it
looks like, SpongeBob.
Why, uh, we're just, uh, uh,
having a little tea party.
Oh, boy, a tea party.
You tricked me, Mr. Krabs.
I wouldn't have collected
all those jellyfish
had I known that
this was their fate.
This isn't right!
Jellyfish need wide,
open space and fresh air.
Easy, boy, what are you doin'
with that?
Something that should
have been done a long time ago.
No!
The squeaky bolt on this door
was driving me crazy.
Whew.
And now I'm going
to set these jellyfish free!
( straining )
( chortling )
Well, you can't... the door
is voice-activated
and it will only open
if I say "open."
( electronic beeping )
Freedom...
Freedom!
You'll never catch me!
( cackling )
What?
Blasted exercise craze.
( screaming )
Good-bye, friends.
I'm taking jelly off the menu.
He really got burned
on that deal.
( laughs )
All is as it should be.
I promise never to use this net
for anything
but pure sport again.
Jellyfish aren't meant to be
captured forever.
Oh, No-name...
I guess I can name you now.
I'll call you... Friend.
( electricity crackling )
( nervous giggle )
( crowd cheering )
ANNOUNCER:
Welcome, sports fans,
to the st Annual Bikini Bottom
Fry Cook Games!
( playing fanfare )
( trumpets playing
triumphant song )
( crowd cheering )
I declare these Fry Cook Games
open!
( emergency tone whistling )
( playing fanfare )
( panting )
I declare these
Fry Cook Games...
open!
( crowd gasps )
ANNOUNCER:
So begin the st
Fry Cook Games.
I'm a realistic fish head
and it's a beautiful day
here at Bikini Bottom's
Fast Food Coliseum.
They come from everywhere
microwaves hum...
patties sizzle...
and heat lamps keep the
fast-food spirit warm and soggy.
But the real story
is the bitter rivalry
between former competitors
Mr. Krabs of The Krusty Krab
and Plankton, of The Chumbucket.
Who could forget the year
Mr. Krabs won gold
for this -pickle
clean and jerk?
( grunts )
Not Plankton.
Or when Plankton
won the hearts of millions
by performing this perfect
onion ring routine
with a broken antenna?
( straining )
Krabs wasn't moved.
And now, late word is
that this year
The Krusty Krab
will be represented
by a new competitor,
on what is perhaps
the greatest day
of his young life.
This is perhaps the greatest day
of my young life,
Mr. Krabs.
( panting )
I can't believe I'm representing
The Krusty Krab in
the Fry Cook Games!
To bring home the gold
is to bring honor and glory
to The Krusty Krab.
And all that free publicity
will bring in customers!
So don't lose!
Aye, aye, Mr. Krabs!
( straining ):
Krusty Krab.
Krusty Krab.
Krusty Krab.
Krusty Krab...
Hey, SpongeBob.
Hi, Patrick.
Krusty Krab.
Krusty Krab.
Krusty Krab.
( grunting )
Are you trying
to move the ground?
You'll never move it like that.
You got to get
under... neath it!
Come on, Patrick
I'm trying to train
for the Games.
Games?
Can I play?
Ah, sorry, Patrick,
you have to be a fry cook.
Be a fry cook?
Is that all I gotta do?
That'll be easy!
What do you mean, "easy"?
How hard can it be?
They don't let just anybody
be a fry cook.
We're an elite corps.
Oh, come on...
you're just flipping patties.
Hey, flipping is not
as easy as it sounds.
( hissing )
Why don't you go home,
Patrick?
You can compete in the
Laying-Under-A-Rock-All-Day
Games!
( gasping ):
At least I don't polish
my fingernails!
( gasping ):
You take that back!
Fingernails,
fingernails,
fingernails!
You don't even have fingernails.
I cannot believe
what I am hearing!
How can you hear it?!
You don't have ears, either!
You...
Holes, holes!
Cone-head!
Yellow!
Pink!
Oh!
I'm going to get
a job as a fry cook
and it'll be easy!
Fine!
( grunting )
Krusty Krab!
Krusty Krab!
Krusty Krab...
( sniffing )
What's that smell in the air?
I smell Plankton!
Oh, yeah?
Well, I smell...
( sniffing loudly )
Pew, he's right.
( show music begins )
( toots horn off-key )
I love messing things up.
Are you ready
to do or die, Krabs?
Always ready, Plankton,
always ready.
Good, because today, The
Chumbucket is going to kick...
your carapace!
That's what you think.
But I got me a champion...
SpongeBob!
Show him.
( karate-like yelling )
( giggles )
Look at him...
in his prime.
You ain't got no chance!
That's where you're wrong, Krabs
for I, too, have a champion.
Ladies and gentlemen,
turn your attention
to the southwest corridor.
Other way.
( softly ):
lmbeciles.
And... stop!
Perfect!
Representing The Chumbucket,
a creature so fearsome,
so terrible
so mind-bendingly large
that those of you
with weak constitutions
may want to leave the stadium.
I gotta get out of here!
PLANKTON:
Too late!
Ready or not, here he comes.
Quake with fear,
you mortal fools.
Bow down before
the awesome might of...
( crashing )
this huge guy who's carrying
the real contestant...
Patrick Star!
Patrick, what are
you doing here?
You're not a fry cook.
Oh, yes, I am,
Mr. SpongeBob-
Superior Pants.
Check it out!
I been working
for The Chumbucket
for almost five minutes!
Well, it doesn't matter anyway
'cause you're going
to eat my dust.
Uh-uh, I'm eating my own dust.
Not if I eat it first!
Yellow!
Pink!
I can't believe it,
Mr. Krabs.
I thought Patrick was my friend.
Friend?
Not in here he ain't.
What do you mean?
He's not really your friend.
He's not?
He's plotting your downfall
right now!
He is?
He's going to s*ab you
in the back!
He wouldn't!
Of course he would.
Just look at him.
Square...
the shape of evil!
KRABS:
It's a mockery
of your profession.
Are we going to let
some pretender
take away what
belongs to The Krusty Krab?!
No!
Then get mean!
I'm mean!
Get angry!
I'm angry!
Now get out there...
And win...
That...
Medal!
( bellowing )
( growling )
( both growling )
( growls weakly )
ANNOUNCER:
Our first event:
the deep-fry pole vault!
Win this one
for The Krusty Krab!
For The Krusty Krab!
( crowd saying "Oh" )
( crowd saying "Yay" )
Win this one because
I told you to.
Because you told me to!
( grunting )
( cheering )
Fish sticks!
Get your fish sticks here!
ANNOUNCER:
The next event:
the chocolate high-dive.
Make way for
the real fry cook,
Patrick.
ANNOUNCER:
For his dive, SpongeBob
will be attempting
a full banana fudge-pop
with two sticks.
And now, absolute silence.
I scream...
for ice cream!
ANNOUNCER:
Perfect entry!
And toasted almonds...
that's unexpected.
He stuck it!
And just look
at that even coating!
Top that...
Pinky.
Almonds?
Curse him, that's good...
but perhaps a bit too highbrow
for this crowd.
He thinks he's better than them!
( grunts )
Better than you!
( grunts more forcefully )
Now get up there and show him
how the common man
prepares his frozen
dairy treats!
( bellowing )
ANNOUNCER:
Patrick will be resurrecting
an old favorite:
the single-scoop strawberry cone
with a chocolate dip.
Just look at that concentration!
Oh, a little shaky
on that entry...
but just look at that form!
Take that, Yellow Boy!
Laugh while you can, Pinky.
It's not over yet.
That's what you think
but it's not over yet!
It's not over yet!
With the score tied
we go to our final event:
Bun Wrestling.
Who will take home
the gold?
Mr. Krabs of The Krusty Krab?
Don't forget,
he called you yellow.
ANNOUNCER:
Or Plankton, of The Chumbucket?
Don't forget,
he called you pink!
( growling )
( grunting )
( screaming )
( bell dings )
( growling )
( grunting )
( growling )
( screaming )
( screaming )
( screaming )
( screaming )
( screaming )
( screaming )
( screaming )
( yelling )
Forget The Chumbucket...
this is personal.
( screaming )
( yelling )
No!
My name's not "Rick"!
( shouting and grunting )
I don't like you.
I don't like you more!
I never liked you!
I a thousand times
never liked you!
Pink!
Yellow!
( straining )
( ripping )
( crowd gasping )
SPONGEBOB:
( gasps ) Yellow!
PATRICK:
Pink?
( together ):
You do care.
( sobbing )
Let's promise never
to fight again,
buddy.
Yeah, pal, let's go home.
( both whistling )
( crowd booing )
Hey, where you going?
Get back here
and k*ll each other!
You're my best friend ever.
You, too, Patrick.
You know, these were white
when I bought them.
02x19 - Jellyfish Hunter/The Fry Cook Games
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A square yellow sponge named SpongeBob SquarePants lives in a pineapple with his pet snail, Gary, in the city of Bikini Bottom on the floor of the Pacific Ocean.
A square yellow sponge named SpongeBob SquarePants lives in a pineapple with his pet snail, Gary, in the city of Bikini Bottom on the floor of the Pacific Ocean.