Yes, sir.
I'm well aware that we need a new super chef for the big new stadium restaurant.
I found three potential candidates.
And I just need one more.
Someone with pizzazz.
Will you cut the pizzazz or finish the order?
Oops.
Listen, I gotta go.
Hey, buddy.
That's some mighty fancy cooking.
Is that my order?
Is there anything wrong with it?
Is there anything wrong, he says.
There's only everything right with it.
What are you doing here in this greasy dump when you could be a culinary superstar in the big leagues?
Who's your manager?
Who?
Mr. Krabs is my manager.
What's all the rumpus in here?
Who's this clownfish?
This clownfish is gonna make you a very wealthy crab.
Culinary stadium restaurant?
What's that?
It's a bold new concept.
We've converted a baseball stadium into a restaurant, serving thousands of food fans at the same time.
So, how much to take this greenhorn, this rookie, this dingy full of holes off of your claws?
Look at him.
Food stains on his tie.
Deplorable.
Deflorable, delicious!
They could never part ways with me.
Oh, pardon my vapors.
But Mr. Krabs, I don't want to leave the Krusty Krab.
Far be it from me to hold you back, boy-o.
By the looks of this legal tender, it's obvious you're destined for bigger and better things.
Let's get out of here.
Kid!
Go get him, hotshot.
Knock him dead.
Okay, you lowly hash slingers.
This is the tryout kitchen.
The four of you will compete cooking against each other.
You'll be eliminated one by one until there's only one of you left standing.
That person and only that person will cook for the whole stadium and receive the title of Super Chef.
What happens when you're eliminated?
You'll be selling dirty water hot dogs on the freeway.
Don't!
Looks like fun.
Hello, my name is SpongeBob.
Put it in!
Curly finger fries!
Knock!
Ow!
Let's go, go, go, you goofy gourmets!
You got your broth, and you got your ingredients.
I want to taste a soup that's unique, with a flavor that's singular.
Let's get cookin'!
Ah, gee.
Looks like you ain't got no fixin's for mixin's.
Hey, that's not fair.
Some romantic dinner music?
You know what your soup needs?
A little roughage.
Let me nail it for you.
Ten seconds left!
Oh, what do I do?
What do I do?
Look at him.
Food stains on his tie.
My tie!
Not bad.
Nails are unacceptable!
You're out!
Not bad.
Not good, but not bad.
Excellent!
Light, refreshing, with just a hint of rayon!
This round goes to the sponge!
Listen up, you gruff guppies!
The next challenge is pizza!
I want a pizza that's extraordinary, unanticipated, from left field, and no nails!
Look, buddy, I'm sorry about before.
Let me make it up to you.
I've made this special pizza dough from my own mother's recipe.
I'd like you to have it.
Much obliged.
Mmm, minty.
So, you like nails, do you?
Stealing my cheese, huh?
I know just what to do with shrimps like you.
What happened to the shrimp?
I guess some folks can't handle the pressure.
Turtle, you're up.
What did I say about no nails?
It had to be you!
I'll get back at you if it's the last thing I do!
Unusual shape.
Hints of mint, tropical berry, cinnamon.
But what's this flavor?
That's it.
Shrimp.
I love shrimp on pizza.
The competition is over.
Looks like you hit a home run, Sponge.
Welcome to the big leagues.
Even the dreams that you've never had can come true.
Welcome to the Culinary Stadium, food fans!
The cooking is about to begin!
Food fans, will you please give a warm welcome to our new super chef, SpongeBob SquarePants!
That's you, champ.
You're on!
Hey, kid.
Knock it out of the park.
Let's cook!
First up, caramelized kelp, pesto coral, and grilled chocolate algae!
Oh, the rookie is off to a great start!
Look at the arm on that kid.
Fried sea bananas, gold-flake breadsticks, twigs in a blanket.
Oh, SpongeBob is handling all the orders like a true champion.
I told him I'd get him back.
Uh-uh.
Hmm, why are there no tables up here?
The tables with food are for the wealthy moneybags down below, in the premium section.
Huh, do we only get to watch him eat?
I know, isn't it wonderful?
Gimme that.
Such skill, such agility, but can he keep up the pace?
The orders are piling up for our rookie.
Uh-oh, looks like our boy is in trouble.
Ah!
What are you doing?
I'm giving SpongeBob an order I know he can win with.
Let me guess.
Krabby Patties.
Typical.
Huh?
Looks like our chef has a special order, folks.
Wait a minute.
That doesn't look like gourmet food.
Boo!
Hey!
Ha!
Hey!
Time out!
You're supposed to be cooking high-class cuisine, not fast food!
Yeah, well, thanks for the opportunity, but I like it better in the Krusty Leagues.
I forfeit.
These kids today.
No respect for the game!
Hey, kid.
You're blowing up big time.
Don't you hear him?
Go out there.
Take your final bow.
Where the heck does he go?
Yeah!
Thank you.
Our boys come back to us!
Didn't I tell you you were blowing up?
You sure did, kid.