[cheery music]
♪ ♪
- [strained grunting]
Errgh.
Phew...
Karen, can you give me a hand
with my new doodadatron?
- Sorry, Sheldon, I’m off
to visit my motherboard.
- [gasps]
Wait!
How am I supposed to get
anything done without you?
- Don’t worry.
I put up help wanted flyers
for an intern.
See?
- [grunts]
Ugh.
Ooh!
"Intern wanted.
Apply today
at Chum Bucket Labs"?!
[groans]
I’m a mad scientist!
If getting help was that easy,
I wouldn’t have built
a computer wife!
- Is this where I apply
for the intern job?
- [surprised grunts]
Meh.
[clears throat]
Hello and welcome
to Chum Bucket Labs!
As an intern,
you will gain
valuable work experience
at a sub-minimum wage.
- [all grumbling]
- Oh, of course.
- Well, that narrowed it down.
- I wanna do the science!
[giggling]
- Ah, boy.
Okay, let’s see how you handle
scientific equipment.
This is my duplimaker.
It’s very, very simple.
- Oh, like me!
- Just put this coin
in the chamber--
- Gotcha!
- [screams]
No!
Just the coin, you idiot!
[gasps]
[chaotic music]
[electronic bubbling]
♪ ♪
[duplimaker beeping]
[screams]
- [screaming]
- [panting]
Ooh!
all: Do we get the job?
- I’ll tell you what you get.
You get out!
[buzzer blares]
[Patricks grunting]
- Hi, I’m Patrick.
- No, I’m Patrick.
- Who’s Patrick?
- [sighs] Great.
Not a single applicant left.
- Hello?
I’m still here.
- Whale!
No, not you!
[steps thudding]
Whales eat plankton.
- I don’t eat plankton.
That’s baby food.
I’m just here for the job.
- Really?
You’re not gonna eat me?
- Ew, no.
I just need money,
but my dad’s such a skinflint
with my allowance.
- All right, you’re hired.
Whatever.
- [giggles]
- As the Junior Intern
of Chum Bucket Labs,
you’re responsible
for extremely-important tasks.
- Oh wow! [giggles]
Like what?
Ugh.
- You make an excellent ladder,
Junior Intern.
Yes!
My evil robot is complete!
[grunts]
[mischievous music]
Ow!
[robot whirs]
Nothing can stop me now!
[grunts]
[dramatic music]
- Except that tiny doorway.
- No one asked you,
Junior Intern.
By the way,
I forgot to give you
your very own lab instrument.
- Ooh!
What’s it do?
[yelps]
- Why don’t you push it around
and find out?
Observe,
my lowly intern, and tremble
at the power of my mighty,
uh, laser thingy.
It’ll blow the door
off a safe...
[chuckles]
[soft pew]
[laser warps]
[downtrodden music]
Ugh, and everything in it.
Get to work, intern.
- Okay.
- Behold
my instant monster maker!
[grunts]
- Wah!
[chaotic music]
- [shrieks]
- Yes!
A creature strong enough
to rip open a safe
with its bare hands--
- Tentacles.
- Bare tentacles.
Even worse!
[maniacal laugh]
[grunts]
[screaming]
- [shrieking]
[soft pew]
- Ew, gross!
- Don’t bother sweeping it up.
- Thanks, Mr. Plankton.
- Your gonna need a mop.
- [groans]
[moans]
[moans]
- Aww, how was your first day
at your summer job, sweetie?
- It’s so boring!
My boss doesn’t let me
do any of the fun stuff.
- Now, now, my little cetacean.
Work ain’t supposed to be fun.
- But, Daddy, my boss is--
- Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah.
It don’t matter
who your boss is.
A good employee
follows the boss’ orders.
- If you say so, Daddy.
[rooster caws]
[mischievous music]
- I’ll just power up
the ol’ rectifier...
[grunts]
Install the free-range poultry.
[grunts]
Plus a final adjustment.
[steps thudding]
[grunting]
- Morning, Boss!
- Watch it!
This instrument
is very delicate.
- Can I help with the cool
science stuff today,
Mr. Plankton?
Please?
- Can you materialize me
a Krabby Patty,
Junior Intern?
- No.
- Didn’t think so.
- But I can give you
the recipe.
- Hummuna--wha?
You can get me Krabs’
secret formula?
- Well, he is my dad.
- [blabbers]
Eugene Krabs is your father?
- Duh.
Everyone knows that.
- [stammering]
Are you free to attend
a corporate espionage
conference tonight,
"Senior Intern"?
- Oh, yes!
[giggles]
- [babbles]
[bright music]
- [humming]
- [smooches]
Thanks for the advice, Daddy.
I’ve already got a promotion,
and I’m working
an extra shift tonight.
Love you!
- Remember,
the boss always knows best.
[sneaky music]
- Overlord to Flunky.
Come in, Flunky.
- Flunky here.
I read you, Overlord.
Over.
- Give me a boost up
to the window.
Over.
- You got it boss.
Over.
[strained grunts]
- [screams]
- Oops!
[metal clunking]
[grunts]
Eh.
Ooh.
[clears throat]
- I forgot I had a spare key.
- [groans]
Come on.
[both gasp]
Somebody’s coming!
Hide.
[both breathe heavily]
That perforated pea-brain
should be home in bed.
Let’s get out of here.
- Wait.
I think SpongeBob’s
sleep cooking.
- [snoring]
- SpongeBoob is even more
oblivious than usual.
[cackles]
Look!
He has no idea what’s going on!
[chuckles]
[grunts]
Hey, hey, hey!
[cackling]
- Shh!
You’re gonna wake him up!
[laughing]
Huh?
Oww!
[muffled whimpers]
Over.
[whimpers]
[moaning]
Mayonnaise?
Eww!
Agh!
- [snores]
Order up!
- [grunts]
- [snoring]
- Huh.
Why didn’t I think of that?
- [grunting]
♪ ♪
- [yawns]
Where am I?
[both giggling]
[gasps]
[both giggling]
Ooh!
Plankton!
[panting]
[slurping]
[phone rings]
- [yawns] Money?
I mean, hello?
- Mr. Krabs!
Mr. Krabs!
- I’m not singing you
anymore lullabies, SpongeBob.
- No, I’m at the Krusty Krab!
Plankton and a giant goon
are trying to steal
the secret formula!
- Me formuler?
I’ll be right there, boy-o!
- Ooh.
What’s your plan
to open the safe?
Power drill?
expl*sives?
The Large Haddock Collider?
- Naw, I’ll just use
the combination.
- Diabolical!
[lock whirs]
- [grunts]
- I can almost taste
that Krabby Patty now!
[laughs]
The formula is mine!
Nom nom!
- You’ll have to get past me
first, Plankton.
- Krabs!
- And you’ll have
to get past me too!
[grunts]
Ow.
- Tell your giant goon to hand
over me formuler, Plankton!
- Daddy!
I’m a flunky, not a goon!
- Stay out of this, Pearl.
Pearl?
What are you doing
with me bitter enemy?
- Working for Plankton
is my summer job.
I was just doing
what you said, remember?
A good employee
follows their boss’ orders.
- Yeah, but--but--
but not when your boss is--
[groans]
Oh, me and my big mouth.
Honey, you don’t have to work
for this loser.
Give Papa the formuler
and you can come work for me.
- You’re too late, Krabs.
Your daughter works for me now.
- I’ll give you the formula
back, Daddy, on one condition.
Triple my allowance
so I don’t have to work
for anyone this summer.
- Tri--tri--tri--triple?
- [strained grunts]
- [groans]
All right.
- Sorry, Mr. Plankton,
but I quit.
Ah.
- Sweet Neptune,
she is gonna eat me!
[screams]
You can forget
that letter of recommendation.
[screams, grunts]
- Sheldon, I’m back from Ma’s.
So, how did your day go?
all: Hi, I’m Patrick!
- Don’t ask.
[whimpers]
12x23 - Plankton's Intern/Patrick's Tantrum S12E23
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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.