SpongeBob SquarePants (1999–…): Season 12, Episode 2 - The Nitwitting/The Ballad of Filthy Muck - full transcript

Patrick inducts SpongeBob into his prestigious society of dullards and doofuses. Patrick takes his grime to a new extreme, playing around in so much trash that he becomes unrecognizable.

Are you ready, kids?

Aye, aye, Captain!

I can't hear you.

Aye, aye, Captain!

♪ Ohh... ♪

♪ Who lives in a pineapple
under the sea? ♪

SpongeBob SquarePants!

♪ Absorbent and yellow
and porous is he ♪

SpongeBob SquarePants!

♪ If nautical nonsense
be something you wish ♪

SpongeBob SquarePants!



♪ Then drop on the deck
and flop like a fish ♪

- SpongeBob SquarePants!
- Ready?

SpongeBob SquarePants!

SpongeBob SquarePants!

SpongeBob SquarePants!

SpongeBob

SquarePants!

*SPONGEBOB SQUAREPANTS*
Season 12 Episode 01 (Part-B)

Episode Title :
"The Ballad of Filthy Muck"

How unsavory.

Ow!

Patrick, when was the last time
you took a bath?

Huh.

I can't think that far behind.



That is the smelliest smell
I have ever smelled.

It's actually quite impressive.

Why thank you!

Do you, uh, mind if I take

- another whiff?
- Take a crack at it.

Uh, uhhuh.

Huh?

Phew. Nope.

Nope.

Hmm.

Hmm?

Nope.

Huh.
Can't please everyone.

Huh.

Huh?
What in Sulfur City?

Ah-ha!

And don't come back until
you've cleaned up your act!

Oh yeah?

Well, what if I don't
clean up my act, huh?

I'm revolting!

I proclaim

a declamation

of stink-dependence!

Humph.

Oh...

Ah...

The next..,

The next morning.

Oh, Neptune.

- Oh!
- I can't breathe!

Thank you, Mother.

Amazing.

Extra, extra!

Filthy Muck spotted in town!

Mysterious smelly figure

terrorizes
Bikini Bottom's noses!

Jumpin' Jehoshaphat!

I don't... I don't watch
reality, though.

Eh, Filthy Muck.

You don't scare me.

I can't smell.

My nose ain't work

since the great Sulfur War
of '09!

Humph!

What are you looking at?

Oh, I know him!

It's Patrick.

Filthy Muck is Patrick.

Oop.

Oh, that poor repulsive pile
of sludge.

All alone without a friend.

I gotta find him.

I gotta help him.

I gotta love him.

Shablam.

Ah!

Whoa!

See?

I told you this town
was pet-friendly.

Walkies?

Oh, boy.

Blegh.

Patrick, are you in there?

Yummy.
Oh, Patrick!

It's like you've got
a force-field

of stink around you.

I can't penetrate it.

Hmm.
Hey, maybe a little

trash-stachio will neutralize
the smell

and get my sniffer used to it.

Mm-hmm.

It's working.

Should I call you "Patrick
or "Filthy Muck"?

I'm gonna call you Filthy Muck.

Mmhmm.

And you can call me
"Little Yuck."

[both laughing[

♪ If you've ever smelled
the stink ♪

♪ Of an unwashed dog ♪

♪ Or inhaled the fumes
of a gassy bog ♪

♪ If a whiff of rancid rubbish
makes your tonsils clench ♪

♪ Well, friend, that's just
a hint of Filthy Muck stench ♪

♪ Filthy Muck ♪
♪ Filthy Muck ♪

- ♪ Filthy Muck ♪
- ♪ Filthy Muck ♪

♪ And his nauseating buddy
Little Yuck ♪

- Pee-ew
- ♪ They roam with ♪

♪ The sweaty socks
and musky boots ♪

♪ The frolic with the belches
and the putrid poots ♪

♪ Living by the code
of the stink-filled snoots ♪

♪ They love every aroma
just as long as it pollutes ♪

♪ Filthy Muck ♪
♪ Filthy Muck ♪

- ♪ Filthy Muck ♪
- ♪ Filthy Muck ♪

♪ There's no stink that ever
stank so rank ♪

♪ No stagnant mildew
half as dank ♪

♪ As the stinky stank
of Filthy Muck ♪

♪ And his buddy Little Yuck ♪

Extra, extra!
Read all about it!

Filthy Muck finds playmate!

Noses on high alert!

My schnozzola!

People left
their food behind.

Shouldn't go to waste.

I don't care how many
of you there are,

you don't scare me!

I can't smell!

Huh, people left
their instruments behind.

Shouldn't go to waste.

Boo!

I can't smell,

but you two stink!

Wow, I never knew how great
smelling bad can be.

There are no lines
for anything.

How you doing back there,
Old Man Jenkins?

- I'm not...
- Yeah, we know.

"Not scared
'cause you can't smell."

We love you, man.

Today was a beautiful day,
Patrick.

Oops, I mean Filthy Muck.

Ah, just look
at the beautiful stars

in the sky.

And look at the stars
down there on the ground.

Oh, they're not stars.

They're flames on sticks.

Hi, everybody.

Whoop.

- We having a luau?
- Luau nothing!

We're running you
and your stinky friend

out of town!

But it's me, SpongeBob!

Bikini Bottom's favorite
fry cook?

All right, well,
you can stay

if you clean up your act.

- But he's gotta go!
- No, please!

I'll clean him up!
I promise!

Nope, still filthy.

Did you bring any matches?

Nah, I didn't bring
any matches.

To the flame store!

We couldn't get
the stain out.

Uh, thanks anyway.

Huh?

No!
Patrick's my best friend!

Please, put down your torches

and pick up mops and soap!

We can clean him.

That would solve everything.

Can I rub real hard
to express my anger?

Yeah, I guess so.

Good!

Yeah!

Where'd he go?

There's nothing there.

He was the muck.

Oh, Patrick.

- That's my name.
- Huh?

Ooh!
At least, I think

- it's my name.
- That wasn't you

under all that muck?

Uh, I don't think so.

I went home and took a bath
after I realized

that I'd never be allowed
in the Krusty Krab again.

But if that was...
Then who was...

Now I'm scared!

I'm really scared!

I can't take it!

Hey, I thought you said
you had no sense of smell?

I don't, but I can see!

Hmm?

♪ There's no stink
that ever stank so rank ♪

♪ No stagnant mildew
half as dank ♪

♪ As the stinky stank
of Filthy Muck ♪

♪ And his buddy Little Yuck ♪

Amazing!

Corrections done by srjanapala