Ah, it's finally my lunch time.
My only respite from these cretins and all the slop they call food.
Hello!
Well, let's see what delectable treats I packed myself today.
You know the rules.
No outside food in me restaurant.
Oh, and Mr. Squidward, I've got a hot date tonight, so don't let no one bother me for the next few hours.
I'm gonna be in the cannon bed, brown in the leather.
Whoa!
Here, let's see here.
Dried kelp strips?
Made with fat seawater.
Quack pie!
Ice cream sandwich!
Mmm!
♪ I got a Krabby Patty For my favorite pat ♪ ♪ A patty pat For my favorite pat ♪ Here you go, Patrick.
Oh, Mama, it's hot in here.
Who's that?
Oh, Neptune, I'm melting.
Mr. Krabs' air conditioning must be malfunctioning.
It can be mildly uncomfortable.
No, wait, don't.
Mr. Krabs!
Are you okay?
Uh, speak to me.
This doesn't look good.
You melted all over the floor.
Mmm, strawberry.
Poor guy.
Mr. Krabs!
Tasty Puddle!
He's... He's... He's... Dad!
Oh, look at that!
And right before his big date tonight.
What a shame.
A date?
Oh, must love-die mentally in my arms, too!
I guess he's just an empty shell of the man he used to be.
I spit what you write!
Only Mr. Krabs' inside's melted.
His shell is fine.
Maybe if we fill this back up with organs, he'll be okay.
Say what now?
Bogdoss!
I didn't do it!
We would like to purchase one large drum of chum, please.
Extra-organy.
Say what?
How do I know this isn't a plot to steal my secret chum formula?
Yoink!
Enjoy your chum drum.
Yum yum.
Thanks, Boyfriend.
Love you.
Well, all right.
Let's put some kick back in this crack.
Huh?
Hmm, we're still missing something.
Oh!
A little zapperooni ought to do it.
The spark of life!
He's alive!
Mr. Krabs seems kind of dumb now.
Well, Patrick, he has had a rough day.
We'll just have to remind him of everything that makes him him again.
Don't you worry, Mr. K. We'll have you right back up to speed before your big date tonight.
I promise.
Ooh, I'm done.
Where'd me shell go?
I'm never that careless with me carapace.
Oh no, I'm running late.
Just have to grab me spare suit from home.
Let's see if I timed this right.
No one will notice me naked leathers.
Yep, there.
OK, Mr. Krabs, this is your final test.
What do you like more, money or cookies?
Don't say cookies, don't say cookies, don't say cookies.
Money!
Right, you're all ready for your date with Mrs. Puff.
Hooray!
Ah!
I mean it!
Ew, Daddy!
You're naked and ruining my cheerleader and slumber party!
Hey, hey, hey, Mr. K!
We don't want to see your booty today!
Okay, I knew that spare was in here somewhere.
Ah-ha!
Ooh, haven't worn this one in a while.
Eh, well, it'll just have to do.
I'm coming, me precious pup.
Daddy!
Okay, Mr. Krabs, here we are.
Just remember everything we practiced and your date will go just fine.
Good luck.
Yeah, don't blow it.
Oh, is that you, Eugene?
Yes.
Well, you're right on time for once.
What a treat.
Yes.
And so agreeable tonight.
Yes.
Oh, Patrick.
Mr. Krabs may be the one you brought back to life, but it's love we saved tonight.
Puff!
You in there?
I'm sorry, I'm late for our date!
Empty.
She must be waiting for me at the restaurant.
I hope she's waiting for me.
You know, there's something different about you tonight, Eugene.
You've been such a good listener.
And that manly new musk you're wearing.
Oh, my.
Chum.
Oh, I think we're way past being chums, Eugene.
Ooh, Patrick, their date is going great.
I say, do you mind?
Don't worry.
I'm here, me puffy princess.
What?
Who is that clown cloning me woman?
What in Davy Jones' gym locker is going on here?
Who was that?
I don't know, but we better stop him before he ruins everything.
Sorry, Mr. Krabs.
Sorry, Mrs. Puff.
Enjoy the rest of your day.
What are you doing, Boyo?
It's me, Mr. Krabs, your lovesick employer.
Lovesick employer?
Clever imposter, you mean.
That's the real Mr. Krabs, you idiots.
Oh, and Eugene, your teenage self-call.
He wants his prom tux back.
Sorry, sir.
We thought you had melted, and so we brought you back to life with Chum.
Anybody would have done the same thing.
Well, it just, uh... melted?
Chum, what are you going on about, boyo?
Get your mitts off me, gal bucko!
You're not going to take that from a stranger, are you, Eugene?
Fight for my love!
This is all a big misunderstanding!
Oh, he loves to fight and be puffed.
Uh-oh.
I win!
Well, kind of.
Sorry, Eugene.
I guess I couldn't see past your handsome exterior.
Oh, baby, it's OK.
I sure hope I can get the stink out of Michelle.
I'd like it.
Sorry about the mix-up, chummy.
You may not be Mr. Krabs, but you can still be our friend.