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Aye, aye, Captain.
I can't hear you.
Aye, aye, Captain.
Oh, who lives in a pineapple under the sea?
SpongeBob SquarePants.
Absorbent and yellow and porous is he.
SpongeBob SquarePants.
If nautical nonsense be something you wish.
SpongeBob SquarePants.
Then drop on the deck and flop like a fish.
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SpongeBob SquarePants!
What's the meaning of this, Mr. Squidward?
Don't ask me, ask SpongeBob.
Hey, Mom, you don't need to cut the crust off the Krabby Patty.
We are making fast food.
Love takes time, darling.
Now hand me a tomato so I can carve it into a rose garnish.
SpongeBob!
What in blue blazes is going on in... Oh, hello, Mrs. SquarePants.
Well, hello, Eugene.
I'm learning how to make Krabby Patties.
Oh, how lovely.
May I borrow your son for just a moment?
What is going on here, boyo?
Why is your mother in the kitchen?
Just take a look at that crowd!
This is why I never go out to eat anymore!
Your mommy has no business at my business.
Send her home.
Oh, but Mr. Krabs, the official employee calendar says it's bring your mom to work day.
Too bad I forgot.
Boy, that would have been awful.
Oh, it shivers me timbers to think what a disaster my mom would make if she was here.
Don't you worry, fellas, I invited your moms too.
What?
How thoughtful of you, SpongeBob.
Well, we're here, so stop your horseplay and show me what you do.
Mother, you're embarrassing me.
Ow, ow, ow, ow.
I don't know what you're chuckling about, Eugene.
There's wasted money everywhere I look.
When was the last time ye changed the oil in this fryer?
We change it every day, ma'am.
Waste!
Should be but once a year.
Real tomato ketchup?
Waste!
I bet in your latrine you use two-ply toilet paper.
Ha.
We use one ply.
As if it grows on trees.
Waste!
It should be half ply.
Your profits would be much higher if you stopped spending willy-nilly.
Yes, Mama.
Remember to smile, son.
Hmm?
Where's my food?
I'm sorry for the delay, sir.
Your order will be up soon.
I didn't say lose your disdain!
And don't slouch!
You'll ruin your spine!
I'm an invertebrate, Mother!
And no backtalk!
Yes, Mother.
Nice disdain, but save it for the customers.
Huh.
Order up for Old Man Jenkins.
One Krabby Patty with crust removed and one side salad.
I ordered fries, not a salad.
The fries are in the salad.
Okay, I'll try it.
But only because I'm so hungry.
It reminds me of my mother's cooking when I was but a boy.
I'm filled with childish glee.
I made everyone's orders.
My mom doesn't understand fast food.
Not the way I do.
Her cooking takes forever because she adds love.
You mean there's no love in this Krabby Patty?
Now all I taste is the fast.
I demand a refund!
Okay, that's enough.
There'll be no refunds.
You see, there is love here.
My love for your money.
You don't want to break us up, do you?
Clearly, our sons aren't working hard enough.
Believe me when I say no one is more disappointed than we, their mothers.
We thought we taught them better.
To avert this disaster, we're going to take over the restaurant and show our boys how it's done.
But Mama... Shut it!
And to the same corner with you three.
Now, time to spruce this place up!
Mama Crab's homestyle cooking?
This is gonna be a disaster!
Look at what they did to me restaurant!
I think the place looks homey.
If I wanted homey, I'd stay at home.
This is costing me a fortune.
Actually, Mrs. Squarepants had all this stuff in the trunk of her boat.
A mother is always prepared.
Eventually, our moms will crash and burn.
And then, we'll reclaim the Krusty Krab.
Looks like it's gonna happen sooner than later.
Look who just arrived.
Bubble Bass.
Every mom's nightmare.
You forgot your doll on the boat!
Mom!
It's an action figure, not a doll!
We're doomed.
Welcome to Mama Crab's, right?
This way!
Here's your menus.
Interesting.
We shall see if this new management can stand up to my scrutiny.
I will have one of everything.
Ow!
We'll both have the early bird special.
Mother, I'm going to get a soda.
Soda straws are dangerous.
You'll put your eye out.
Use this instead.
I mean, uh, so embarrassing.
Here you go.
Two Krabby Patty casseroles.
I even cut it into bite-sized pieces.
That's just how my boy likes it.
Enjoy.
Of course that mama's boy would like it here.
Uh, guys?
Look!
It seems like everyone is liking it here.
You've got some smudge.
Don't go!
I don't believe it.
They're a success.
Of course they are.
Look how hard they're working.
I actually feel kind of guilty seeing them do all the work.
How pathetic.
You three clearly don't know how to appreciate the smothering embrace of motherly love.
And what do you suggest?
Are these premises equipped with a basement?
All right, here we are.
Gentlemen, I present the Fortress of Solitude for adult children.
It's a junk-filled basement.
Oh, you see junk.
I see... A hangout lounge!
Correct.
Well, it's better than the shame corner.
I guess.
Down here, you can spend your time doing whatever you want.
Reading comics, playing video games, complaining on the internet.
Your life choices are lame, but I like the overall concept.
And with your mother upstairs.
Snacks are just a holler away.
Ooh, my mom loves to make snacks.
What else can you teach us, oh wise sage of the slacker ways?
Alas, my time with you is at an end.
I have been a good boy and my mother is taking me for ice cream.
In three, two, one.
I'm ready for my ice cream, Mommy.
Bye, girls.
Come back soon, you hear?
Well, I guess we can give it a try.
Mom!
Nachos!
Hey, what's the fourth?
Mom!
Hey, Mom!
Mommy, Mommy, Mommy.
I've never slept better in me life.
Last night made me feel like a kid again.
Ah, so that's what it's like to have a childhood.
Aw, you guys are the best buddies a kid could ever have.
I'm hungry.
Mom!
Breakfast!
Guys, I think something's wrong.
Agreed, lad.
We better go check.
What?
What in tarnation?
Who are all these bums?
Hey, kids.
Oh, there you are, Eugene.
Go fix me one of those Krabbity Patties you're always going on about.
Dad?
Oh.
That's right.
Today is bring your dad to work day.
Oh, while you're up, son, could you refill my drink?
And more chips for me, kid.
Anytime you're ready with that Krabbity Patty, son.
I want my puppies!