Plankton, you're a hot mess!
Serves you right for trying to steal me formula for the gazillionth time!
I'll have my revenge!
Mark my words!
Oh, come on.
This isn't over!
Hard day at work?
I know what you need.
Hmm...
Karen, I'm never going to get that Krabby Patty formula.
Hmm, not bad.
Enjoy your molten face peels.
Holy clambake!
Our mermaid man and barnacle boy about to become hero flambé.
Cooked by Man Ray in his criminal posse of evil?
I hope so.
I love it when the villains gain the upper hand.
As our heroes face certain doom.
Of course!
All I need to do is join the criminals of evil.
They'll help me defeat Krag.
Smart thinking.
You can go as Tower Man.
Don't be a Weisenheimer.
I can't accessorize this old rag.
I need a real costume.
Krag?
Maybe a shorter cave.
This must be the entrance to their secret lair.
A little dumpster dive and I'm in.
Where's the door?
Wrong dumpster.
Of course.
I'm here to join the forces of evil!
Do you hear her?
Sign in and wait your turn.
Red leather, yellow leather.
Get out of the car, fellas!
Take all your money and put it in the bag!
No, Mr. Bob, I expect you to fry!
Oh yeah, the strength!
I'm the strength!
To be, or, wine?
We've got quite an impressive rogues gallery up there, eh?
Thank you for taking time out of your scandalous schedules to try out for evil.
As you all know, we can only pick one new villain to join Team Evil.
So, let the judging begin!
Eenie, meenie, miney... Nosferatu!
I was first!
First to go bye-bye!
Begin!
Nosferatu, proceed.
Mime?
Mime is his evil power?
Robot Mantis!
How dare you!
We just had that piano tuned!
Sheldon J. Plankton?
Thanks, ma'am, but, uh, music won't be necessary.
Right.
So, what's your supervillain power, little guy?
Well, I'd venture to say it would be my massive evil intellect.
Impressive.
So, where do you see yourself in the next five years?
Well, once I finally have the secret formula, the post-apocalyptic global empire of destruction that results will be mine!
And I'll be sitting ready at a pile of your bones!
That sounds pretty villainous.
Okay, you'll move on to the test phase.
But first, you'll need a proper supervillain name.
How about Mr. Green Bean?
Oh, the itsy-bitsy green guy.
No, too long.
How about Captain Pipsqueak?
Love it!
That's seven.
We can tweak that later, right?
Okay, team.
Let's test Captain Pipsqueak's villainy in the real world.
Your first test is to get us lunch.
A 25-pound bucket from Weenie Hut Jr.
With evil sauce.
Extra evil sauce.
Odd caper, but no problemo.
I need a 25-pound weenie bucket, please!
And make it snappy!
Oh, and extra evil sauce!
Hey, I know that order.
You're one of those evil guys.
You're all banned!
Just give me my order, or you'll know the meaning of fear!
Security!
We've got a small problem here.
Oh, short legs.
He should have known better.
I'm starving here.
What are the chances he gets our food?
Slim to none, I'm guessing.
Hello?
Can somebody help me with this?
Oh, and extra evil sauce.
Awesome.
A weenie toast to Captain Pipsqueak.
Okay, Captain, take this bag of snail droppings and leave it on that doorstep over there.
It's the house of The Foot.
He's a superhero do-gooder who deserves our worst.
Go!
Yes!
I added a little of my own special chum mix to the bag.
Captain Pipsqueak, welcome to evil, which stands for every villain is lemons.
So, Captain Pipsqueak, what's next?
Follow me to world domination!
Mr. Krabs!
Watch out, boy!
Slippery slumbers!
You might as well give us the secret formula now, Krabs.
I'm the new mastermind of evil!
Ha-ha!
What, you nerds going to a comic convention?
Ooh, that is a nice costume, Plankton.
The name is Captain Pipsqueak to you.
Get him!
Dirty bumbo!
But I just did my laundry!
This isn't a formula for world domination.
It's a recipe for a sandwich.
How does that work?
Uh, well, with that, I can put this guy out of business.
Why would we ever want to do that?
These Krabby Patties taste great.
Here you go, boss.
Sorry about that.
Keep up the good work.
I can't believe this lousy pipsqueak wasted our time.
Some criminal genius he is.
Right.
Massive evil intellect, my eye.
Oh, they have an arrow!
Blinding forever doomed to be bound by a bottle?
My extra evil sauce!
No outside condiments!
Well, this stinks.