Oh, Gary!
Breakfast is served.
Gary?
You sure sound different this morning.
Oh, it's Narlene Samuel!
Hey there, buddy!
Did you come to see me?
Huh, play me.
Oh, I speak knobby's.
I'll translate for you.
Ahem.
Narlene and Nobby invite you, Patrick, Sandy, and definitely not Squidward, to our family's annual bumble jelly harvest in Bikini Holler.
This recording will self-destruct in three, two, one, ze... Be a good boy, Gary!
I'll be back later!
Oh, we're on our way to Bikini Hollow.
Yodeling, yodeling.
The road behind us is getting longer.
The grass is green and the trees are tall.
And I'll stop yodeling for just a dollar.
Why in tarnation are we stopping?
Come on, mule.
Get moving.
Narlene!
Nobby!
In the flesh!
Howdy, Narlene and Nobby!
Seems your mule just plump-stopped moving.
Why don't I open her up and check the engine?
Why do you even have a head?
Huh?
It keeps the rain out of my neck hole.
Huh?
Ooh!
Get in!
What gives?
The mule refuses to walk through these parts, because this here road goes right through... Plankton Territory!
That's right.
Planktons.
Narwhals, keep out!
No home, nor walls!
This is Plankton Land!
We don't want your fancy ivory tusks round here!
Why are they doing this?
Plankton's and the narwhals have been feuding for generations.
They claim the Bumble Jelly Fields are theirs, while we know they're ours.
Why don't you share the fields?
Where's the fun in that?
Here we be!
Bumble jelly fields!
My brothers there peck the trees where the bumble jellies store their jelly.
My sisters over there like to squeeze it fresh, right out of the hive.
The old folks prefer to serenade the jelly out of the bumbles.
Sandy, meet our Ma and Pa.
Howdy!
Say, ma'am, is that pink city slicker with you?
Same.
He sure is brave.
Brave?
Yup.
The only reason the bubble jellies let us collect their jelly is because we allow them to sting us.
You let them sting you?
Darn toot!
I can see it!
It's working!
Whoa!
There, there, son.
You gotta hold still to complete the, uh, social contract.
Well, now that wasn't so bad, now, was it?
No, sir.
Boo!
Boo
I declare that this here is a bountiful bumper crop of beautiful bumble jelly.
Harvest time is over.
Let the Bumble Jelly Festival commence!
Bumble Jelly Festival!
Whoa!
Good contour, strong structure, a very bold mold.
Hey, why's your cousin in the long trench coat tipping over that jelly barrel?
Wait a sec, that ain't no cousin!
This is Plankton's!
Plankton's?
Let him have it!
Whoa!
We've got ourselves a feud!
Lord Neptune, I've been Spud-smacked!
Fire in the hole!
Yeah!
What do we do now?
Them planktons can throw all the potatoes in the ocean at us.
We've got us something special that'll give us a decisive victory.
Give me a weapon.
Everyone take cover!
It's safe!
Play of the stakes.
Oh, no!
I'm out of shoes!
We plum-tossed them all!
What's that sound?
I don't rightly know.
Sounds like... shoes!
We'd like a truce!
Ain't no reason narwhals and planktons can't share the fields.
Besides, we ran out of ammo, thanks to your tater-eating city slicker.
Nice work, Patrick.
It was an honor to serve.
Or true, say.
Well, seeing as how we're all out of shoes... You want them back?
Oh, heck!
You can keep them.
Besides, we ain't found much use for them.
What happens now?
The annual post-feud party!
Annual?
You mean you do this every year?
Sure do!
It's fun!
Why, didn't y'all have fun?
We did not have fun!
We had... The best day ever!
Yay!
Yoo-hoo!
Bumble jelly!
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