- Are you ready, kids?
All: Aye, aye, captain!
- I can't hear you.
All: Aye, aye, captain!
- ♪ ohh...
♪ who lives in a pineapple
under the sea? ♪
All: Spongebob squarepants!
- ♪ absorbent and yellow
and porous is he ♪
All: Spongebob squarepants!
- ♪ if nautical nonsense
be something you wish ♪
All: Spongebob squarepants!
- ♪ then drop on the deck
and flop like a fish ♪
All: Spongebob squarepants!
- Ready?
All: Spongebob squarepants!
Spongebob squarepants!
Spongebob squarepants!
- Spongebob
Squarepants!
[laughing]
♪
[waves crashing]
[rollicking ukulele music]
♪
- [with french accent]
bikini bottom prison.
Home of the worst
of the worst...
[growling]
And, currently of that
little miscreant, plankton,
Otherwise known as
number - - - - - .
- All inmates to "a" level.
[doors clanking]
[squishing]
[murmuring]
- Come on, number - - - - - .
Let's move it!
- Yeah, yeah,
keep your shirt on.
- Psst! Hey, sheldon.
- Spongebob!
What in the seashell
are you doing here?
- Mr. Krabs arranged for me to
work here on weekends.
He wants me
to keep an eye on you.
- Excuse me.
Doesn't this count
as cruel and unusual punishment?
- Pipe down, pipsqueak!
- Look! They even gave me
a training baton.
[squeaking]
[overlapping chatter]
Hi, karen!
Look, plankton!
Karen came to visit.
And she brought you a cake.
- Do you mind?
- Oh, uh, I'll be
right over here.
- So, honey,
is you-know-what inside?
- You mean flour, sugar,
milk and eggs?
- No! [softly] no,
the secret ingredient.
- Oh, you mean love.
- I mean, the file.
- What?
The file?
Well, I'm glad you're not
the baker in the family.
The file?
Who would put a file in a cake?
[bang]
- Karen, you've got
to get me out of here!
[pop, thud]
[grunting]
Whew!
- You gonna eat that?
- I'm not even sure
what that is.
- Thanks.
- Wait a second.
I didn't say you could--
- you gonna drink that?
Thanks.
- Hey! I need that!
For my bones!
[screams]
[groans]
- [clicking tongue]
Someone didn't finish
their beans.
- Them's my beans.
- Oh. Well, enjoy.
- Wait! Put me down!
Oh-oh.
You can't eat me!
I'm bikini bottom's
most evil genius!
- Hey! What did you say?
- I said,
"I'm plankton, blast it!"
- You ain't plankton.
- [gulps]
- We're all big fans of
that maniacal little miscreant!
[overlapping yelling]
- That's plankton!
And you don't look
nothing like him.
- Hey! I'm in here!
I'm plankton!
- Okay! That does it!
Here comes the pain.
[engine roaring]
- Are we near the airport?
[bang]
- ow!
[clang, clank]
[whimpering ukulele tone]
[grunting]
[clears throat]
Hey! Gather 'round,
fellow convicts!
It is I,
The one and only
sheldon j. Plankton,
Evil genius!
All: [gasping]
that's him!
- So let me get this straight.
You lowlifes respect me?
- Are you kidding?
You're criminal royalty.
Every crime you commit
is more dangerous
Than the last.
- You're the worst guy
in this joint.
And that means
you're the greatest,
In our twisted eyes!
- We'd do anything for you,
big guy.
- [laughs]
With this pack of criminals,
I could steal
the secret formula like that!
Okay, g*ng.
We need
to bust out of this joint.
Any thoughts?
- Uh...
- Ow!
- Duh...
- We could wait for parole?
- We could ask them nicely.
- Yeah, I can see
why you're still in jail.
Think, people!
We need a plan.
- We could bust out of here
in no time,
If only we had some chum.
- Yeah! That's what we need.
Yeah, good old chum.
Say what, now?
- Chum's amazing.
- That's why you're our hero.
- You're the creator of chum.
- Chum? What use is chum?
- It makes a great disguise.
[tense music]
[splash]
Oh! It's working!
It's twisting my appearance!
- [screams]
what a hideous monster!
Please take this money
So I don't have to look
at your disgusting features!
- [chortles]
Yeah, worked great.
Until, you know, they caught me.
- Have you ever tried eating it?
- Heavens, no!
- You know what else chum
is great for?
Robbin' banks.
[tense music]
♪
[bucket clanging]
All: [coughing]
- The stench of chum
is unbearable.
- But have you tried it
on a bun?
- No way, brother. Never.
I like my tongue in one piece.
- Every crook in town uses chum.
- Really?
Maybe I overlooked
chum's hidden potential.
Fellow ne'er-do-wells,
If it's chum you want,
It's chum you shall have.
Luckily, I happen
to know the recipe.
It's time for a jailbreak!
[cheering]
Listen up, you reprobates!
Chum requires
specialized ingredients
Of the highest quality.
- Mr. Plankton,
does this meet
Your rigid
manufacturing standards?
- Hmm, you there.
Sniff this sock.
[hacking, coughing]
- Yes!
Let us begin.
Cultured fungus growth medium.
- Here you go, boss.
[splash]
- Subtropical vegetal matter.
- Duh, right here.
- Organic filler.
- Gotcha covered.
- Hey, you!
Come here!
Blow.
Live bacterial culture.
[splash]
Now, to secure
the containment vessel.
[clang]
Agitate preliminary compound.
[toilet flushes]
[banging]
And quality inspection.
[heavenly choir]
♪ ahh
All: [gasping]
oh!
- Boys, I think it's time
we evacuated this institution.
All: Huh?
- [sighs]
It's time to break
out of prison, you dopes!
All: Ooh!
- A jailbreak?
I've got to warn mr. Krabs.
[hornpipe music]
- Not bad.
If I could
only paint 'em smaller.
- Mr. Krabs!
- [screams]
What is it?
- Plankton's breaking
out of jail tonight,
And he's coming
to the krusty krab
With a bunch of criminals
To steal
the krabby patty formula!
[panting]
What do we do?
- Tonight, eh?
That doesn't leave me much time.
This is gonna be close.
But we'll be ready for 'em.
- [whistling]
Whoa-ho-whoa, there.
Why are you two
out of your cells?
- Reggie thinks this hanky
smells like kelp berries.
- Oh, he does, does he?
I'll be the judge of that.
[glass shatters]
[tense music]
♪
- Chum!
[splat]
Detonator!
Is this detonator
made out of soap?
- I carved it myself.
- Launch me!
- [inhales powerfully]
[pop]
- [grunts]
[pop, plop]
[timer blipping]
- Freeze, plankton!
Hold it right there!
[timer blipping]
- Oh-oh.
[whoosh, plop]
[cheery ukulele music]
♪
It worked!
- It's a jailbreak, men!
Quick! To the wall!
Before they escape!
All: Run! Run! Run! Run!
Run! Run! Run! Run!
Jump! Jump! Jump! Jump!
Jump! Jump! Jump! Jump!
- What in the name
of electrolysis?
- Nice try, prisoners.
But you'll never penetrate
a wall of living guards.
Let's round up
those escaping miscreants!
Oh, dear.
I cannot move!
It appears
that we have become ensnared
In our own defenses.
[grunting]
- Oh, my.
[laughs]
That is a dilly
of a pickle.
Oh, well.
If you can't escape
through the back wall,
I guess we'll have
to leave through the front door!
[doors slam]
[whooping]
Quickly, my fellow felons.
Follow me to the krusty krab!
[whooping]
- Oh, mr. Krabs!
They're almost here!
- Don't worry, spongebob.
We're ready for 'em.
- I gave you your freedom.
Now bring me
the krabby patty formula!
[whooping]
All: Heave-ho!
[banging]
Heave-ho!
Heave--
[crashing]
[whooping]
- They got past me.
[screams]
Me restaurant!
- [laughs]
yes.
With my new g*ng
of vicious convicts,
You're no match
for me now, krabs.
Fellow jailbirds,
Bring me
the krabby patty formula!
- Sorry, boss.
We looked everywhere for it,
But we can't find it.
- Did you try looking
in the safe?
- Oh.
[grunting]
[bang, crash]
- Eureka!
[evil laugh]
- Plankton, don't do it!
- Sorry, krabs,
Nothing can stop me now.
- Except the law.
[tense music]
♪
- What's happening?
- Spongebob warned me
you were planning a jailbreak.
So I took the precaution
Of hiding the entire
bikini bottom police force
In me safe.
- Come along, plankton.
[tapping]
It's back to jail for you.
- [groans]
[spank]
hey!
Watch where you're pointing
that thing, buster.
- Just move along.
- Well, thanks
to your hard work,
The krabby patty recipe
is safe.
- And you win again.
[rumbling]
[crashing]
- Yep, I'm a winner.
[dramatic orchestral music]
♪
- Just a couple more additives,
spongebob.
[rumbling]
[cracking]
[pop]
Oh, and try not
to breathe the fumes.
- Is it toxic patty Tuesday?
- Barnacles, no, boyo.
The customers keep passing off
their dirty, filthy money,
So we're cooking up the only
solution powerful enough
To clean it.
- Well, then,
let's get cleaning.
- Hold on, kiddo.
We still have
one more ingredient.
- How much do we need?
- Careful, spongebob!
Just two drops
of that stuff could...
- Got it.
Two drops--
- Blow our faces off.
[fax machine ringing]
- Fax coming through, boss.
- We can get it later.
[fax machine trilling,
clacking]
[pop]
- [laughs]
Infiltration achieved.
Phase one, complete.
Now for phase two.
Sabotage!
- [cheerful whistling]
♪
Well, my dependable spatula,
shall we?
[hornpipe music]
[snap]
[clank]
- [screaming]
- Wow! Phase two is great!
My favorite phase so far.
[evil laugh]
- [panting]
No pulse!
[clinking]
We're losing him!
Hang in there, buddy!
- What's all the ruckus?
- Clear!
[sizzling]
clear!
- Pull yourself together, boy.
So your spatula snapped.
Go get yourself a new one!
- I'll never forget you.
- [slaps]
quit that, boy.
It's creepy.
"spat-u-lers" can't talk.
And if I catch youse talking
to your next one,
I'll lock you up
in a padded kitchen.
- [laughs]
Just like clockwork.
- [cheerful whistling]
- the twerp approaches.
Time for phase three.
♪
[clank]
[whoosh]
- [whimpers]
- Oh, hi, plankton!
What brings you
to harvey's spatula emporium?
- Oh, just picking up
one of these.
Not that you'd know what it is.
- Well, judging
from its diameter
And vermillion color,
I am looking at the handle cap
For a vintage
grill force spatula.
- Wow! A fellow
spatula enthusiast, I see.
You're right, spongebob.
But with a few modifications,
It'll serve as the endcap
for my sizzlemaster.
- Well, I've never even heard
of that model.
- Well, there is only one.
And some say
it has magical grilling powers.
- Wow! I must know more.
- Well, you could come over
and check it out.
- That sounds thrilling!
But I do need
to hurry back to work.
- [knocking]
spongebob,
It's a magical spatula
with a legend.
This is
a once-in-a-lifetime experience.
Onward to the chum bucket!
[evil laugh]
Hey, it's this way, kid.
Feast your absorbent eyes
on this!
[claps]
- [gasps]
wow!
This is
the greatest spatula collection
On the whole seafloor.
- These are nothing
compared to...
[claps]
The majestic sizzlemaster!
[heavenly harp music]
- ♪ ahh
- Yes, spongebob.
I believe the sizzlemaster
has found its fry cook
In you!
[glass shatters]
- The legend
of the sizzlemaster
Has been fulfilled!
And since you are its fry cook,
It will reduce
your workload tenfold.
- Hey, that rhymes!
Almost.
- Yes, a legend
has been fulfilled today.
Go forth, spongebob.
Wouldn't want you
to miss the lunch rush.
[softly]
or, as I like to call it,
Phase four.
- Phase four?
How many phases are there
in this convoluted plan?
- Enough, my sarcastic wife.
Enough
to gain spongebob's trust,
Then steal
the krabby patty formula
Right from under
his dumb yellow nose!
[laughs]
Now to tune in sponge-boob.
[electrical whir]
- I'm back, mr. Krabs.
Did I miss anything?
- You're gonna be missing a job
If you don't get
in that kitchen.
The lunch rush is nigh!
- [evil laugh]
- These orders have
really piled up.
- And don't forget these.
- Well, nothing me and
the sizzlemaster can't handle.
- That's right spongebob!
Let's show this lunch rush
what for!
- Hmm, I must be hearing things.
'cause mr. Krabs says
spatulas can't talk.
- Well, I can!
The mystical sizzlemaster
can do all!
- Mr. Krabs said he'd put me
in a padded kitchen
If he caught me talking to you.
- Spongebob!
- I wasn't taking to my spatula!
- I don't care if you were.
The customers are about to snap!
[cranking, snap]
- Time to focus.
- You know, spongebob,
There's a much faster way
to do this.
- Oh?
- Wow! Pretty good.
But we're a long, long way
from filling all these orders.
- [whooshing]
- Hey, sponge.
I know a way
to double our productivity.
I'll handle things here
at the grill, alone,
While you man
the condiments, huh?
- Hey! That's a great idea!
But you man the condiments,
I'll take the grill.
Sorry, but I don't trust anyone
with this baby, but me.
- Drat!
- Hey, squid guy!
Where's my lunch?
- Stay back,
you ravenous brutes.
Oh!
- Orders, ahoy!
[cash register bell ringing]
Wow, sizzlemaster!
You truly are magical.
We're catching up.
But we got an empty grill here.
- Leave it to me, kid.
- All right,
good night, boyo.
Heading home.
Thanks for all the extra
greenbacks you earned me today.
- Don't thank me, mr. Krabs.
Thank my new magic
talking spatula.
- Ooh, that's great spongebob.
Wait a minute.
What did I tell ya about talking
to "spat-u-lers."
Only do it if it makes me money.
[chuckles]
- Well, you can really do
wonders, sizzlemaster.
Today was great.
- It sure was, spongebob.
And maybe tomorrow I can even
handle the grill for you, huh?
- [laughs]
unlikely.
But a spatula can dream.
See you tomorrow.
- Dang it!
I need spongebob
to trust me behind that grill
For this plan to work.
Hmm. Oh!
Hey, spongebob!
- Yes?
- How about you take me back
to your place tonight?
I mean, I could help you
around the house.
- Well, I'm not going
to be grilling tonight,
But thank you.
- Oh, I am so much more
than a patty flipper.
I'm a multipurpose tool.
- Oh. Hey, do you clean
snail litter boxes?
Sure!
- Gross.
- It's not like it's
actually me touching it, so...
- Here she is.
Home sweet pineapple.
- Infiltration complete.
Time to execute phase five!
[evil laugh]
- [laughs]
You're such a joyful being,
sizzlemaster.
Here's that litter box
you said you'd clean.
- [sniffs]
gah!
Karen!
I thought I told you not
to put smell sensors
On the spatula!
[crickets chirping]
[foghorn blares]
- Whoop!
[rollicking ukulele music]
[scratching]
[chime]
- Mmm, mmm.
Wow! I'm three hours early
to work.
Thanks to you, sizzlemaster.
- That's no problem, buddy.
Hey, why don't you take a seat
While I get to work for you?
- Well, don't mind if I do.
- Would you like me
to man the grill for you today?
- Uh, eh...
- You deserve a break.
And I've been able to handle
everything else for you, so...
- That is true.
Well, I guess I can trust you
with my grill
While I take a brief respite.
- [bouncing]
[evil laugh]
Yes! Phase five
is finally complete!
Time to kick phase six
into overdrive!
Yes, burn patties, burn!
[evil laugh]
- [snores]
[gagging, coughing]
[screams]
Charred krabby patty bits?
Sizzlemaster, what happened?
- Oh, spongebob, I'm sorry.
I just wasn't used
to this grill.
All of the krabby patties
are gone.
- Oh, no!
- Hey, I got an idea.
I can mix up some new patties
in a jiff.
If we just go get
the krabby patty secret formula.
- Oh, yeah!
Okay.
It's just over here in the safe.
- Yes! Yes!
[evil laugh]
[lock ratcheting]
- [splashing]
Hey, whatcha doing, boy?
- Oh, my new magical
talking spatula
That I got from plankton
Says it needs your
krabby patty secret formula.
- Spongebob! No!
Uh, I mean, it was
your talking spatula, you say?
That you got from plankton?
[laughing] well,
why didn't you say so?
Here, give your talking spatula
this recipe.
- Mr. Krabs, I think
your blinker's broken.
- Just read it.
- Aye, aye.
Okay, sizzlemaster.
The first ingredient is...
" gallons
combustible cooking oil."
- Yes!
Karen, begin production!
[computer blipping]
[oil splatting]
- "one sack coral dust,
extra spicy.
"one bucket fire algae paste.
"and the final ingredient,
Disulfide."
- Yes!
[laughs]
Wait, how much disulfide?
- [scribbles]
- "the whole enchilada."
- I had no idea
this stuff was approved
For restaurant use.
- Oh, it's not...
Plankton.
- Krabs?
Oh, no.
- Quite a volatile concoction,
Eh, planky?
- Must be
expl*sive patty Wednesday,
Eh, mr. Krabs?
- [chuckles]
You got that right, boyo.
[chuckles]
- oh, hardy-har-har.
[lilting ukulele music]
♪
09x06 - Jailbreak; Evil Spatula
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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.