Hey, can we get another triple goober berry sunrise over here?
And don't you skimp off the triple!
And it's starting!
I'll take another one, this time with less manager.
Attention, children of all ages!
Hey, that's me!
I love you!
Put your fins together for the cool cat on the drum kit, Bongo!
On trumpet, this 5L really swings.
Clam, clam.
You know him, you love him.
8 tentacles on 88 keys.
It's Rocky Puss.
That's our combo.
Give it up for the Goofy Scooper.
I want a 2, a 3, a 4.
I need more scoops, I scream galore.
A banana straight right out that door.
Don't you know I'm doing the Goober Rhyme?
Woo-hoo!
I love you, R.P.P.S.!
Oh, five and six and seven and eight.
Finish my ice cream and we can have a date.
But I love you so, you know, so great.
That is how I knew that you were right.
Nine and ten and eleven and twelve.
Don't you know, it's how, can't you see?
I'm doing it now, I'm coming, I'm going, I'm doing the goober ride!
All right, boys, time to go.
You can't kick us out!
We've been coming here since we were kids!
Yeah, we're the Goofy Scooper's biggest fans!
Well, that's your problem.
Closing time.
You don't have to go home, but you can't stay here!
This stinks.
I wanted to go backstage for an autograph.
Don't worry, Patrick.
We'll just come back and see the Goofy Scoopers tomorrow.
The next morning... Good morning!
I don't carry cash!
Huh?
Did you two?
We camped out all night to see the Gooey Sneakers.
Goofy Scoopers.
Yeah, them!
They're gonna ride on my head!
Well, about that.
The Goofy Scoopers are over.
Too old-fashioned.
The kids want a new sound.
A new sound?
That's right.
I brought in an act you're going to flip over.
Say hello to DJ Two Scoops.
Sorry, but the Goofy Scoopers are the only ice cream-themed musical robot act we'll ever love.
Patrick, don't get into its seductive wom-woms and wom-woms.
Please, Mr. Manager, you have to tell us where the scoopers are.
Are they playing at a coffee house?
Are they playing the Bikini Bottom Bowl?
Or on a world tour?
Oh, my, no.
I threw those old robots in the garbage.
They're never playing anywhere again.
Alright, you're killing the atmosphere in here.
Please do all your crying outside.
Yeah!
Wait a minute, Patrick.
I have a plan.
We can stop crying.
I wasn't crying.
I was just flushing my eyes.
you were saying.
We are going to get the Goofy Scoopers back together for a reunion show.
Then everyone will remember how great they were.
But we don't know where they are.
True, but we do know how they got to where they were before they went wherever they are.
Huh?
Ah.
I'm confused, but I appreciate your confidence.
Count me in!
Later.
Sorry about borrowing your truck.
We have to save some robots from the trash so our favorite band can get back together.
I'm sure you understand.
Eh, that sounds reasonable.
What you boys doing to my precious junk?
Sorry, sir.
I was just looking for some robot musicians.
And I was looking for food.
You gonna eat this hot dog?
Well, I don't know nothing about music, men, but I do remember one robot fella coming through here.
Nice guy.
Sold him to the circus for about $3.50.
Patrick, it's our first clue.
We gotta get to the circus.
Hey, guess I just found the mail.
Hey, what are you doing in my precious junkyard?
Patrick!
It's Clem Clam!
Let's get him!
Wait, Patrick!
We're here to make friends with him, don't you remember?
Obviously, I do not.
How are we gonna get him to play the show?
I got it!
We'll appeal to his intellect with sound reasoning and convincing arguments.
Whatever your scheme is just get me out of this crazy circus.
I'm terrified of clowns man
Well, that's great, Mr. Clam Clam, because tomorrow night, we're getting the band back together.
Reunion show tomorrow night at Goofy Goober's.
So far, you're the only one we've found, though.
You know, the circus's least flexible contortionist saw Bongo's bear at that massage place downtown.
It's true.
Wait, come on, Patrick.
I feel another plan forming.
Wait, taking you with you, man.
Uh, yes, my wife and I are here for the couple's massage.
Say, aren't you Bongo's bear from the Goofy Scoopers?
Son, you got the wrong robot bear.
I don't even like music.
I just give massages.
Don't forget to work my glutes.
Oh.
All right, all right, you win.
I am Bongo's fan.
And I got music in my cold, robotic heart.
Well, you're in luck, because Patrick and I are getting your band back together.
Yeah, but we still gotta find the piano octopus.
Oh, that's easy.
A construction worker with Lumbago told me Rock is working on the bridge to Shell City now.
It's true!
Rock-D-Puss!
This stinks.
Bono's lied.
I don't see him anywhere.
Hey, get out of here.
I'm on the job.
Rock-D-Puss!
We're SpongeBob and Patrick!
We're your biggest fans!
Yeah, right.
No one remembers my music.
That's okay.
I don't remember anything.
Look, kids, I'm a working robot now.
The only fans I care about are the boats on this bridge.
Their honking horns are the only applause I'll ever need again.
Oh, that was me.
Sorry.
I blame the hot dog.
Oh, please, Mr. Puss.
We're getting the Goofy Scoopers back together for a reunion show.
We need you.
The answer is no.
I'm a bridge now.
Get out of here.
Hey, Gats, where's Rock?
Oh, he's not coming.
Huh?
I don't know if we can do this without Rock T. Puss.
Don't worry, we'll be playing with ya.
It'll be fun.
Here's the new piece I wrote.
We're gonna come in hot off the intro, so try to keep up.
I have a brain freeze!
I have another sundae, please.
They are not digging it, man.
We told you guys to keep up!
Ha, ha, ha!
Rodnipus!
You came!
Sorry I left you hanging, guys.
I did like being a bridge, but I was built to make music.
Say, how is the bridge?
Eh, I'm sure it's fine.
The kids still don't like it!
What do we do?
Huh?
Maybe I can help with that.
I'm DJ Two Scoops, and I'm a huge Goofy Scoopers fan.
Care to jam?
It's gonna be so much better!