Very sloppy, Eugene.
Leaving an unprotected vent that leads right into your office.
Perfect.
The secret formula is as good as mine.
I made it!
Yes!
F is for friends who do stuff together.
U is for you and me.
M is for anywhere at any time at all.
Down here in the deep blue sea.
Are you brushing your teeth?
Yes, mother.
Yes.
Yuck.
This place is filthier than the bathroom in my old fraternity house.
Time to get out of here.
Terrified.
Mind blank.
Possibly wetting pants.
Wait, I don't wear pants.
Oh, lucky me.
That's right.
You better run.
Huh?
We would never hurt the master
Wait, what now?
We are praising you, the master creator.
Me?
Yes, we are Chum, collective hive undermastered.
You are master.
You create us when you flush chum into sewer from your upside domain.
You mean the chum bucket?
Yes.
Chum mixes with gases in sewer... to form wee.
Makes sense.
In a stupid sort of way.
What's happening?
Master must come to village, so we may worship him.
Well, I do love to be worshipped.
Hold on.
How did you recognize me?
From sacred scrapbook.
We save all articles about Master that float down here.
Here, review of Chum Bucket.
You get one negative toilet.
That must be highest rating possible.
Yep, that's the highest, all right.
Let's just close that.
The master is pleased with our village.
Uh, sure.
Why not?
Oh, thank you, Master.
Thank you.
That's enough of that.
Do you have a napkin or something I can use to wipe my hands off?
A napkin for Master?
Yeah.
Thanks, but try to be a little faster next time.
So you chum would really do anything for me?
Yes, yes.
Whatever the master wishes.
This gives me an idea.
I don't need to steal the secret Krabby Patty formula by stealth.
With you chum by my side, I can take it by force.
Yes, yes.
Whatever the master wishes.
Do.
All right, then.
Line up for assault training.
In order to successfully infiltrate the Krusty Krab, you'll need to batter some doors down.
Now get to batterin'!
You call that battering?
Batter harder!
Wait, no!
Stop!
How was that, Master?
In order for my plan to succeed, you will need to be expert marksmen.
Line up and form up.
Hold on, hold on.
Let me just put up these targets before you fire.
Master, say fire!
How was our aim, master?
Impeccable.
When we finally enter the Krusty Krab, you will face an enemy more evil than any of you can imagine.
To get past Krabs and his vile cronies and make it to the secret formula, you will need to be experts in the deadly art of karate.
Now show master what you've got.
You're ready.
Hello, Eugene.
Plankton, get out of here before I flush you.
The only thing getting flushed around here are your hopes of the Krabby Patty formula not being stolen by me.
You and what army?
Me and my chum army.
Quentin, what insanity is this?
The insanity of genius!
What's that chump doing?
Anything I wanted to!
Oh, Krabs, you look a little hungry.
Give him a taste, boys!
SpongeBob!
You'll never get me, formula!
Today your formula, tomorrow the world!
You can't hide forever, Krabs.
I'll meet your stinky fate!
Whoa!
Aging acrobatics are no match for my chum monster.
To the second!
Oh, shit!
Attack, my putrescent platoon!
He spinners at me!
Ow!
This is your last chance, Eugene.
Give up the formula or else!
Or else what?
Or else this!
All right, all right, I'll give you what you want.
Just please don't hurt me.
SpongeBob, help!
SpongeBob!
Not again!
I'm so sorry, Mr. Krabs.
My little hero!
Well, thanks for trying, anyway.
So, uh, you guys wanna hang out?
You know, maybe worship me a little more?
No.
We think Chum happier in the sewer.
Too crazy up here.
But you'll keep worshiping me, right?
Recheck our schedule.
Get back to your...