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Are you ready, kids?
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.
Ready?
SpongeBob SquarePants!
Yes!
My new Tootsie Trampler is finally complete!
At last, I will be the stomper, not the stompy!
Ow, Karen!
Help!
I think we have company.
Oh, here, let's exfoliate you.
Who is that?
Holy moly, macaroni!
Huh?
Hey, son!
Ma?
Pa?
Karen, is that a new monitor?
Oh, you charmer!
Knock it off, Romeo!
Huh?
How could you afford this ridiculous monstrosity?
Your ma and me won the lottery!
So we moved to the big city, just like our two fancy-for-pants sons!
We got ourselves a butler!
Your spit too, madame?
Very good.
Wanna tour the vehicle?
Not really.
Come on in!
Oh, real classy.
Pretty fancy, ain't it?
That depends on your definition of pretty and fancy.
Our new homestead on whims has all the creature comforts.
Like this velvet feeding trough for Elmo.
Now he can swallow his luxury instead of fear.
Oh, no!
Elmer, put me down!
And a side-by-side outhouse for them romantical evenings.
Mwah!
Plus, there's room for the whole Plankton clan!
Hell yeah!
Hello.
So, how long are you visiting for?
Seven, five, maybe three minutes?
We're here to stay, son!
We're following your lead and starting up our own restaurant!
What in the world?
Guess what's on the menu?
Let me guess.
Potatoes?
Oh, you done peaked!
We got tater sandwiches!
Spoon cakes!
Fresh squeezed tater juice!
For the kids, tater balloons!
Am I cooped up, Grouchy?
Spud, surprise!
Oh, cousin Cleetus!
Yup, did somebody say surprise?
Yahoo!
Thank you so much for my new monitor.
Yeah, that's fine.
It's also stupid.
No one's gonna eat at a restaurant that only serves potatoes.
Oh, boy.
Potatoes!
Hey, everybody, this place sells nothing but potatoes!
Potato?
Ooh!
Hey, there's a new potato restaurant across the street!
I never say no to a starchy tuber.
I'm gonna need this for spuds!
Where's everybody going?
One of everything, please.
Two dozen potatoes, with extra peel.
Karen?
Yes, dear?
People are idiots.
Yes, dear.
Wait, Larry!
Wouldn't you like a nice protein-packed Krabby Patty?
Sorry, bro, but Larry needs to carbo-load.
Oh, dear no.
Oh, that was me last customer.
Maybe I can work this to my advantage.
Order up.
Aw, business a little slow today, Krabs?
That spud bucket is siphoning off on me customers!
My family's new restaurant has put you out of business.
You may as well just give me the formula.
You got no use for it now.
You're right.
Moyo, come here.
You win, Plankton.
Since no one wants Krabby Patties anymore, me formula is worthless.
Yes!
With this worthless formula, I can take over the world!
Does that make your plan for world domination worthless, too?
Wait a minute.
Oh, no.
Karen, take me home.
Oh, Muffin.
What's so funny, Mr. Krabs?
Oh, nothing.
We just set a series of events in motion that will soon solve all our problems.
How am I going to shut down that stupid spud bucket?
Why don't you call the health inspector?
He shuts us down every week.
Karen, you're a genius.
And since I built you, I'm a double genius.
McKinney Bottom Health Department.
Just look at it.
This joint is completely infested with vermin.
The vermins are even preparing the food.
Oh, my.
This restaurant doesn't deserve an A. It deserves a triple A plus.
What?
Woo-hoo!
Thank you.
That's right, neighborly.
And thank you, sir, for your generous donation to the Health Inspector Benevolent Fund.
Always ready to help the less fortunate.
So, you want customers, eh?
I'll give you a customer.
Howdy, son.
What you got there?
I brought you a restaurant warming present, Dad.
Behold!
Insatiable bulk!
Come on in, it's all you can eat!
Oh, boy!
I can eat this!
I can eat all this!
I can eat this!
I can eat... Huh?
So long, Spudbucket.
Huh?
Well, I just have to thank you.
This Patrick Keller is the jim-dandiest tater master I ever did see.
Particles!
Ow!
Things are going even better than I thought.
I love when you get all Machiavellian, Mr. Krabs.
I got a load of potatoes for the, uh, spud bucket.
Hold on.
I've got a delivery, too.
Fire in the hole!
Huh?
Mmm.
This tater shrapnel is better than frenchie fries.
Your awful spud bucket has ruined my plans to conquer the world.
Now what am I supposed to do?
Well, why don't you come work for us?
The spud bucket is a family business.
And you're family, son.
Well, if I can't sabotage him, annihilate him, or squelch him, I might as well join him.
Hey!
One spot du jour!
Yep, you know, cooking food that people really want to eat actually makes me pretty happy.
Your tater, sir.
Excuse me, what is in this peculiar potato?
That's a potato a la Plankton, with just a pinch of chum for flavor.
Oh, no, you're the chef?
Everyone, put down your potatoes!
Plankton is in the kitchen!
I don't get it.
What happened?
I guess a tater restaurant is a big, fat failure.
Ah, well.
You win some and you lose some.
Cousin Cleetus!
Another surprise, please!
So long, son.
We're off to buy a football team.
Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!
Turns out me carabiners were something after all.
Who's the loser now, Plankton?
Surprise!
Did somebody say surprise?