Nice work, Boyo.
She looks cleaner than a freshly scraped home.
Oh, hello, Mr. Krabs, I... You're... neat!
Huh?
Phew, that was close.
You almost tracked goo all over your nice, clean restaurant.
Good thing.
Huh?
Hmm...
Oh, looks like this puddle here is the culprit.
Don't worry, Mr. K. I'll have her cleaned up in no time.
Hmm.
Uh-huh.
Okay, you just pour this in here and...
It's a beautiful day, you said.
Why not do some evil science outside, you said?
SpongeBob!
What in Neptune's navel are you doing?
Oh, sorry, Plankton.
I was just cleaning up this goo puddle for Mr. Krabs.
That doesn't look like goo.
It looks like oil!
Holy moly, Karen!
We're sitting on a mountain of moolah!
That oil's mine, you hear?
My employee found it.
And besides, it's on me property!
Not so fast, Krabs!
That's my oil!
And it's on my property!
Ah!
Actually, you're both wrong.
It's not oil at all.
It's not?
According to my analysis, it's a combination of Krabby Patty grease and chum runoff, which your two restaurants have been leaking into the ground for decades.
So, it's just worthless old grease?
I wouldn't call it worthless.
It has a high viscosity index and impressive flavor imparting characteristics.
So, it's worth full?
Yes.
However, the deposit appears to be evenly split between your restaurants.
Well, Plankton, looks like if we want to make a lot of money... We'll have to do it as... partners.
Come on, Krabs!
There's gotta be some use for this stuff we can agree on!
Let's sell it to the military!
Imagine!
Fuel for flamethrowers!
Lubricant for killer robots!
Bombs that smell like french fries!
We'll use it to boost business at the Krusty Krab!
A flavorful new sandwich topping!
A savory new milkshake!
And a lovely new set for the restrooms!
We're not using my grease to drive customers to your restaurant.
Why don't you go?
Gosh, I don't see why you need to find just one use for this stuff.
I started using it for everything.
What?
Toothpaste, body wash, deodorant, shoe polish, all-night face mask, Gary's breakfast, my own breakfast.
It even cured my bursitis.
What I mean is, if you can use it for anything, why not sell it for everything?
Dr. Crabton's Miracle Everything Juice.
Not bad.
Well, we better get some customers here, Eugene.
I was up all night painting that sign.
Have a little faith, Plankton.
Behold, the lunch rush!
Whoa!
Time to get to work!
Pardon me, ma'am, but how about some Dr. Krabton's Miracle Everything Juice to quiet the little angels?
Hm.
Why, Dr. Krabton can fix up your boat for you.
See?
There you go.
Good as new.
Say, it really works.
Three cheers for everything juice!
Hooray!
Look at all this cash, Krabs.
We're rich!
Not rich enough.
We gotta take our show on the road.
All right, Plankton, let a real salesman show you how it's done.
Eugene, what a surprise.
We don't have a lunch date today, do we?
Not with me.
Your date today is with value.
Suppose I told you there was one product that could fuel all your boats?
Reinvigorate old lighthouse paint jobs?
Me?
And even cover up those, ahem, maturation lines around your eyes.
How dare you?
Give me ten baubles.
You did pretty good back there, Krabs.
But now it's time to watch a master.
Ooh, gladly.
Let me know when he gets here.
Ag-g-g-g-g-g-g-g-g-g-g-g.
Greetings, Sandra.
I'm here to tell you about our latest invention.
It'll fertilize your lawn, polish your dome glass, and give even your oldest nuts that fresh pick shine.
It's Dr. Crabton's Miracle Everything Juice.
I ain't some hayseed, Plankton.
I'm a scientist.
I don't believe in miracles.
Well, it can also keep oxygen machines running in tough shape.
Huh.
Well, I do like breathing.
I'll take a whole case.
This door-to-door stuff's taking too long.
We gotta go big.
How big?
Musical big.
Hey there, mister, would you like to know about a very special something that makes all your problems go away?
What is it?
It's everything juice.
What?
Hey there, madam, can I help you out with those false teeth of yours?
It must be very hard to shout hooray for everything juice.
Can it make my voice sound much more clear?
Probably.
Well, it makes the smell of my pet kinky.
Buy it and see.
Indeed.
Hey there, son.
Looks like you might need to find some flicking egg solution so your marbles can get up to speed today.
Try everything, Juice!
Pardon me, but I see you chose not to trim that rather lengthy hair protruding from your nose, but that's okay!
With everything, Juice!
How much does it cost?
Quite a lot!
I don't care!
Give me everything you've got!
Yes, my friend, this is the greatest stuff!
It's a wonder, it's a miracle, you just can't have enough!
So we say, hey!
Get some today!
There's no excuse!
Everyone needs Everything Juice!
A million one.
A million two.
A million three.
Eugene, is this what friendship feels like?
Perhaps it is, Sheldon.
Perhaps it is.
Money fight!
Huh?
Hey!
What are you all doing in here?
We are unsatisfied customers!
Just look at what you've greased into my air!
Your grease gave me pink eye!
Well, at least your, ahem, maturation lines are gone.
I'll take two more bottles.
No more!
You two have ruined the whole town!
We want our money back!
I knew you would mess this up.
You always mess things up.
Me?
I'm not the one who came up with that lousy song.
Must be running low on grease.
Oh, well, it wasn't me who sold it as fire extinguisher recharging fluid.
All right, all right.
But I'm not the one who sold it as acne treatment to high schoolers.
Oh, but you did market it as drinkable vitamins.
That's it!
This friendship is over!
We are mortal enemies once more.
Fine by me.
I don't want to see you ever again.
Ever!
This is all your fault!
You trapped us in here!
Oh, I wish I'd never met you!
That goes double for me!
Oh, boy!
The three best friends buried alive together forever!
And it's all thanks to... Everything Juice!