Ta-da!
This gift is for Santa Claus.
Even Santa deserves a gift, right Gary?
Meow.
Santa Claus, Santa Claus, Santa's on his way.
I'm giving him a present that he'll take back on his sleigh.
Yay!
Hey, hey, hey!
Hmm...
Oh, yeah!
I forgot!
Ho, ho, ho!
Shrinko!
La, la, la.
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la,
Seven months later.
Excuse me, Mr. Sofa.
Look at that, Gary.
It's the present I left for Santa last Christmas.
Isn't that nice?
The present I left for Santa last Christmas!
He never got it!
Oh, this is the worst disaster that's ever happened.
My present to Santa's 212 days late.
Late!
It's a tragedy!
My joyful, carefree world has grown dark and dreary.
I can't go on.
No, I'll go on.
But I can't go on!
Five stars!
Patrick, I wasn't acting.
Santa never got his Christmas present.
So why not just deliver it to him?
Why not just deliver it to him?
That's a dumb idea.
Amen!
Great!
But how will we get there?
We can't walk that far.
So we can push and shove each other!
Great idea!
We can't let it be one more day late!
Okay, me first!
My turn!
Merry Christmas!
Um, it's July?
Ah, it's a good day to be bad!
Uh, SpongeBob?
You got a booger.
Oh.
Hey, don't worry.
That's what friends are for.
Blow.
Thank you.
Ew!
It's ugliest booger I've ever seen!
Can't you screwballs walk without falling?
Sorry, Plankton.
We're pushing and shoving ourselves all the way to the North Pole.
I have to give Santa his Christmas present.
Santa?
I hate that guy.
He's had me on the naughty list ever since I got this tattoo.
Want to be naughty?
Wait a minute.
If I can break into Santa's lair, hack his mainframe, change my status from naughty to nice, I could ask for the Krabby Patty secret formula and he'd have to give it to me!
I'm coming with you.
Pushed or shoved?
Shrimp that.
We are going in style, babies.
Whoa!
I built it to fly and run over bodies during the zombie apocalypse.
But it'll work on snow, too.
We'll take the Pacific to the Arctic, then over ice and snow to the North Pole.
Easy peasy, Santa squeezy.
Seatbelts.
Of course.
Safety first.
All secured, Captain Plankton.
All secured.
I'm already regretting this trip.
We did it!
Oh, look at those tiny little fish!
Hi!
Hey, get back to your seats!
The seatbelt sign is off!
The visitors!
They're here!
He seemed happy to see us.
Whoa!
A flying lawn chair!
Give me that!
What's in this box anyway?
It's a surprise!
I hope it's a stink bomb for that pot-bellied jingle joker.
Santa is not pot-bellied.
He just suffers from seasonal bloating.
Right.
I'm going to sleep.
But who will fly this thing?
I put it on automatic pilot.
You and that pink moron can sleep on the floor.
Hey, what are you imbeciles doing?
We found the North Pole.
It was way closer than you said.
North Pole?
Impossible.
How long was I asleep?
Funny how the ground keeps getting closer.
Welcome to Christmas Land Theme Park, where every day is Christmas.
Hey, get out of my seat.
The seatbelt sign is on.
Cabin crew, prepare for landing!
Do you actually know how to land?
I know how to crash land.
My seatbelt!
The North Pole!
We made it!
Look what you two broken brain buffoons did.
You completely destroyed the navigation system.
You're welcome.
Don't be mad, Plankton.
We're here.
Look at all this.
Yee-hee-hee-hee-hee!
Ooh, Santa's elves!
Oh!
Santa's reindeer!
This is amazing!
Something's wrong here.
It isn't even cold.
And look at this smog.
It's snow and smog?
It's snog.
Ba-da-da-da-da-da-da!
It's Santa's workshop!
Making toys!
Work, work, work!
Making toys!
Work, work, work!
Hello, Santa's elves!
I'm SpongeBob!
Merry Christmas!
Looks like Santa's gone all in for automation.
Hey guys, look!
It says... Meet Santa Claus!
Come on, guys!
We're finally here, little present.
Guys, I hate to say this, but this place is a sham.
I don't know why, but we're being tricked.
Oh, Plankton, Christmas is about believing.
Yeah, Christmas is about bleeding, man.
I wouldn't believe it if I didn't see it with my own eye.
The bearded weirdo in the flesh.
What would you like for Christmas?
Oh, but thanks be to God on earth, I'd like a new luxury three-story sofa, Gary.
I'd like to get some high-elastic fabric.
You pipe down, children.
What the...
SpongeBob SquarePants?
Hi, Santa.
Did you know that I'm your biggest fan?
Ah, that's very sweet of you, Santa.
But actually, Patchy the Pirate is my biggest fan.
Ho, ho, ho!
Ahoy, SpongeBob and Patrick!
It's me, Patchy the Pirate!
Hatchy the Pirate?
You're Santa?
No, I just play Santa here in Christmasland theme park.
It's me side hustle.
I knew this wasn't the North Pole.
North Pole?
No, man, this be Encino.
You're almost 4,000 miles from the North Pole.
I'm gonna destroy you two!
Four thousand miles?
Oh, if only our GPS wasn't busted.
Oh, I can help with global positioning, way before GPS.
Pirates use these things called maps.
And you'll need a compass, too.
Rock!
Happy holidays!
Ha ha ha!
Uh, do you want a smacker?
Well, thanks, Hatchy.
Guess we'll be on our way.
Goodbye!
Good luck!
If you see Santy Claus, tell him I want a new parrot.
And I want a new pirate!
Santa's workshop.
Get ahead.
Just in time.
I'm freezing.
Are we there yet?
How are you doing with that planted pot?
I can't wait to get to the chewy middle.
Hey Patrick, where's Plankton?
Eat a breath, mid-trench mouth.
Alright, here goes.
You guys look great!
I like your spaceman helmets.
But it's not Halloween for another three months.
We're not here for Halloween.
We're here for Santa.
I've got my own agenda, so this is where we part company.
Oh, sorry.
Santa's not home.
He's in Aruba with the missus.
But... here you go anyway.
Happy Halloween!
Hey, that's Plankton!
He's inside!
I have to get Santa's present under his tree.
We've got to get inside!
I'm on it!
I know!
We'll go in Santa style!
Down the chimney!
Fine, we'll go with your idea.
Hmm, now where in Kris Kringle is Santa's mainframe?
No mainframe, just lame brains.
Yo, where do you think you're going?
Me?
I'm just a little elf.
You don't smell like no elf.
Oh yeah?
What's it to you, ya moose?
Hey!
Dasher!
Dancer!
Prancer!
Vixen!
Comet!
Cupid!
Donner!
Blitzen!
Well, looks like we got a whole Christmas special here.
Ready for some reindeer games?
Uh, peace on Earth?
That better be mud on your hooves.
That's it!
Santa's Christmas tree!
There they are!
It's the trick-or-treaters!
Toy thieves!
Christmas trucks!
Get them!
SpongeBob, what do we do?
Climb!
You have to too!
You better check that alarm!
I wore you down, didn't I?
You meathead caribou.
Try this!
Yo, elves!
What the father Christmas is going on here?
We got this under control.
Go back to your stables.
Cool, Alfrose!
Hey, not funny!
Oh no, Patrick.
It looks like I have sowed the seeds of discontent in the house of Santa.
Patrick?
Huh?
Oh, Santa's mainframe!
I found it!
Thanks to those two idiots causing a distraction, I did it!
My name is on the nice list!
Now I just gotta be good for the next few months.
How hard could that be?
What the ho-ho-ho is going on here?
I was kicking back with the missus in the Caribbean when my silent alarm went off.
Heh heh heh heh.
Thanks, Santa.
SpongeBob?
Oh-ho!
I should have known.
You're a menace!
All I wanted to do was leave you this present that you didn't get last Christmas.
213 days late.
Sorry.
A present is never too late.
Oh, how sweet.
Not even the elves of Reindeer get me presents.
Thank you, SpongeBob.
Should I open it now?
It's one of a kind.
Krabby Patty's secret formula!
He's giving it to Santa Claus!
Forget the list.
The formula's right here.
I can have it now!
Ah!
Plankton!
You're being naughty!
Santa, I was born to be naughty.
Yeah, you can have this back.
My bad.
I mean, good.
My good.
I'm being nice, not naughty.
Well, read it out loud.
That's okay.
Go on, read it.
Dear Santa, there isn't a present big enough to express how much joy you've brought to all the children and sea creatures of the world.
So this is just a simple thank you note.
Thank you.
Signed, with love, your pal Spongebob.
You got a typo here.
Oh, how touching.
This is beautiful.
Thank you, SpongeBob.
I wouldn't have made it here without the help of Plankton.
He's really not that naughty.
And of course, my best friend, Patrick.
Patrick?
The big holiday is to me!
The next Christmas.
Hi, everybody!
Sheldon?
Lump of coal.
Merry Christmas, Plankton.
Another lump of coal, no doubt.
What's this?
Merry Christmas to Plankton.
One day you will destroy us all.
Yes, I will, SpongeBob.
Yes, I will.
Ha ha ha ha!
you