SpongeBob SquarePants (1999–…): Season 14, Episode 1 - Single-Celled Defense/Buff for Puff - full transcript
Sick of being stepped on, Plankton learns self-defense from Sandy. Mr. Krabs steps out of his shell and into the gym after Larry shows him up at the beach.
- Are you ready, kids?
kids:
Aye, aye, Captain!
- I can't hear you.
kids:
Aye, aye, Captain!
- ♪ Ohh... ♪
♪ Who lives in a pineapple
under the sea? ♪
kids:
SpongeBob SquarePants!
- ♪ Absorbent and yellow
and porous is he ♪
kids:
SpongeBob SquarePants!
- ♪ If nautical nonsense
be something you wish ♪
kids:
SpongeBob SquarePants!
- ♪ Then drop on the deck
and flop like a fish ♪
kids: SpongeBob SquarePants!
- Ready?
all:
SpongeBob SquarePants!
SpongeBob SquarePants!
SpongeBob SquarePants!
- SpongeBob
SquarePants!
[laughing]
[flute plays]
[waves crashing]
[upbeat music]
♪ ♪
- [grunts]
All right, Karen.
I'm off to go shopping.
[whistling]
Oh!
- Uh...ew!
What is that?
- [groaning]
Ahh!
Ahh!
[groans]
[grumbling]
Huh?
- Hey, over here.
[jazzy music]
- So, uh, you got the goods?
- Of course.
I always deliver.
- Hee-hee.
Eee!
- Pleasure doing
business with you.
- Likewise, my shady friend.
So same time next--
[groans]
[accordion music]
[groans]
I'm here for the formula.
Hand it over, and nobody gets--
[groans]
- Ew.
I seem to have stepped in
some revolting substance.
No matter.
- Ouch.
Ouch.
[groaning]
Honey, I'm home.
- Tough day at work, dear?
- Yes.
Everybody stepped on me again.
- Oh.
Well, I know what'll
cheer up my little man.
Let's dance those blues away.
- Oh, boy!
[air horn blares]
- Oh, yeah.
Go, Sheldon.
Ha-ha!
- You were right, Karen,
I feel better already.
I've got boogie fever!
[groans]
- We haven't danced like
this since our wedding night.
- [laughs]
Whoo!
- [groans]
- [vocalizing]
- Plankton?
Oh, no.
Pardon me.
Pardon me.
Plankton?
Plankton,
are you there, sweetie?
Excuse me.
- Oh.
- Plankton?
[grunts]
There you are.
At least part of you.
- That's it!
I'm not getting
stepped on anymore.
Take me to my lab.
- Sure.
But let's find
the rest of you first.
- [grunting]
[cackles]
[bell dings]
[grunts] Foot Deterrent,
Version 1.1, commence test.
[groans]
Not quite there.
- Foot Deterrent, laser thingy.
[sighs] Might as well
get this over with.
[laser pings]
[machine hisses]
What?
Yes.
I'm invincible!
Ohh-ohh-ohh-ohh.
Ah!
[laser blasts]
Ow.
- [whistling]
- [grunts]
All right,
time for a field test
in T-minus 3, 2, 1.
- Huh?
[laser blasts]
- Hmm.
- [cackling]
- My foot!
Ouch.
Ouch.
Ouch.
- [cackles]
Take that,
you high-stepping ham!
Huh?
- [whistling]
- Oh, boy.
Time to stop
those big metal stompers.
- [humming]
Hmm?
[grunting]
Hwah!
Hee-yah!
[laser blasts]
- Plankton, what in
tarnation are you doing?
You almost barbecued
my dang paw.
- Duh.
That was the point.
But hey, what was that
"hiyah" stuff you just did?
- Well, that was just good,
old-fashioned self-defense.
You know, karate.
Looks like you could use
a little self-defense too.
Why don't you swing by my dome
so I can show you some moves?
- Anything to
stop the stomping.
Hmm?
- Huh?
[sighs]
[mystical music]
- All right,
Plankton, come on out.
- Mm.
I make this gi look good.
- Now bow to your sensei.
- Plankton bows to no one.
- Huh?
- Hiyah.
- [grunts]
- Good.
Now we may begin.
We must first gauge your
current level of self-defense.
Think fast!
- Think what?
Ouch!
Now I know why
they call it a sneaker.
- Maybe something
a little gentler.
- [grunting]
Whoa!
I can't flip like you.
Only flop.
- OK.
How 'bout these?
[grunting]
- Ouch!
- Huh.
Seems like you lack
the fundamentals.
What you need
is some basic training.
- [grunts] Okey-dokey,
furry lady.
[funky music]
Hyah, hyah, hyah, hyah, hyah!
Ow.
♪ ♪
[grunts]
Ah!
[grunts]
Ha-ha!
Augh!
Heh-heh-heh.
Hiyah!
Hee-hee.
[glass squeaking]
- [humming]
- [humming]
[mystical music]
- Now that you've
mastered the basics,
I reckon you're ready to
spar with a real partner.
- Hi, Plankton!
- SpongeBob?
- Don't you worry.
I'll go easy on ya.
Foam sparring boots.
- I can't promise
I'll do the same.
- Bow to your opponents.
- [grunting]
- Now fight!
- Wah!
- Hmm?
- Yah!
- Ah!
[panting]
[groans]
- That was pretty
good, Plankton.
But remember to
keep your guard up.
- It's no use.
I'm just too small to
avoid being stepped on.
- Hmm.
But in karate, your
greatest weakness may also
be your greatest strength.
- Yeah.
But in "rea-li-tay," that
doesn't make any sense!
- Allow me to demonstrate.
SpongeBob,
give me the old roundhouse.
- Wah!
- Your opponent's
momentum can be used--
- Huh?
[groans]
- --against them,
no matter your size.
You OK, SpongeBob?
- I would bow to
you If I could.
Ouch.
- That was incredible!
Let me try.
- Visualize the technique.
Grab, twist,
and let gravity do the rest.
- Shut up.
You're distracting me.
[mystical music]
[inhales and exhales]
- Hwah!
[funky music]
- Hiyah!
- Ugh!
- I did it!
In your face, feet!
[gong resounds]
- Congratulations, Plankton.
But remember, this
technique is to be used
strictly for self-defense.
- Oh, of course, Sensei Sandy.
Uh, wink.
Buh-bye!
[laughs]
- Uh, Sandy, could you give
me a ride to the hospital?
- Whoops!
Oh, sure, SpongeBob. Heh-heh.
- All right,
who's looking to rumble?
Huh? You!
- [slurping]
Heh-heh.
Hiyah!
- [groaning]
What unexplained
force of nature?
Ah!
- I feel so powerful!
[elephant trumpeting]
And I can't help but
use that power for evil!
[cackling]
Oh, Krabsy, hyah, I'm home!
- [humming]
Oh!
- Whoa, whoa! Oh!
- Whoa!
- [cackles]
No one can stop me now.
That secret formula
will be mine!
- Hmm.
- Hiyah!
- Whoa, whoa! Ugh!
- [cackles]
- Plankton?
- No, not Plankton.
[all shouting]
[alarm blaring]
- I made it.
Huh?
Security ninjas?
Heh.
Krabs thinks of everything.
Bring it on!
[funky music]
♪ ♪
- Whah!
- [grunting]
♪ ♪
[grunting]
♪ ♪
[grumbles]
[grunting]
Knock, knock.
- [grumbles]
Plankton!
How did you get past
me security ninjas?
- With the art of karate.
Now that I can defend myself,
your feet are all doomed!
- Ah-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!
- Oh, you won't be laughing
once I use my ultimate
foot-stomping finisher!
[accordion music]
- Bad news for you, Plankton.
I don't have any feet.
- You what?
[foghorn blaring]
Just my luck, I guess.
[groans]
- Hee-hee!
The old familiar sting
of "de-feet," aye?
[laughs]
- [sighs]
[upbeat music]
- [sighs]
Six to eight weeks before I can
attack the Krusty Krab again.
Oh, well.
At least I'm not
in traction anymore.
Augh!
- Oh, boy!
Only six to eight weeks before
I can work
at the Krusty Krab again!
- Ouch!
Karate is a pain in the-- ouch!
[upbeat music]
♪ ♪
- [laughing]
♪ ♪
- Excuse me, Miss.
Is this seat taken?
- It is now, Sailor.
Mm-hmm.
- [grunts]
[laughter]
Mm--
- Hmm?
[bell rings]
- Three bells?
It's lunchtime!
Better get some food!
- Oh, Fondue Man!
- Huh?
Hey, hey, hey.
- Ooh.
Oh.
[laughs]
- Ooh.
Ah.
- [humming]
Hmm?
Mm.
Heh-heh-heh-heh.
[accordion music]
- [chuckles]
- Mwah.
Hmm.
Mm?
Hmm.
A 5 cent tip?
Thanks a lot, Mister.
Hmph!
[wheels squeaking]
- Ah, fondue.
The perfect food
for a beach date.
- Oh.
Oh.
- Uh, OK.
OK.
- Oh.
- OK.
No.
Oh--
- Oh.
Ooh.
[gulps]
- Um.
- Oh.
[laughs]
- Mmm-mmm.
- ♪ Na-na-na-na-na ♪
[teeth grinding]
- ♪ Na-na-na ♪
- [gulps]
♪ ♪
[glasses clink]
[both gulping]
[seagulls squawking]
- [groans]
Whoo-hoo!
Now, that was a meal.
What do you say to a romantic
dip in the goo, my sweet?
- Well, I suppose I could
wash off some of this cheese.
[laughter]
- Whoo-hoo!
Oh!
- Oh!
Oh.
- Huh?
Ah!
- [yells]
- [laughs] Oh!
- [yelling]
- Eugene!
- The undertow's got me!
Whoa!
- Help!
- Huh?
Rump in a riptide!
[grunts]
[whistle blows]
[grunts]
[whirring]
[water splashing]
I gotcha, bro.
[grunting]
- [groaning]
- [grunting]
- [retches, mumbles]
- Oh.
- Yay!
- Thank you, Larry.
- Ooh.
- Mwah!
- Hmm.
- Thank you!
Thank you!
Thank you!
- [retches]
- Eugene, don't try to talk.
I'd better take you home.
Bye, Larry.
Thanks again.
- Huh?
- Larry's always
ready to step in.
[bell dings]
- [laughs]
- [yowling]
- I'm telling you, boy-o,
that kiss, that wave--
I'm losing me sweet Puff
to a shiny-shelled boy toy!
- Well, maybe your
eyes were confused.
[laughs]
- No.
She loved Larry's muscles.
She's sick of this
old sack of fondue.
- Look, Mr. K.,
I'm sure Mrs. Puff
loves you for who you are,
not how many muscles you have.
- Look.
Look, boy.
This farmer's tan, this
flabby shell, so undefined.
See the realities of middle
age on an all-fondue diet!
Look away!
- Ah!
- No crab
should look like this!
[bouncy music]
There's only one option, boy-o.
I gotta get in shape
before me next date.
And you're gonna help!
- [squealing]
That crustaceous hunk doesn't
know who I am or why I'm
here, boy-o.
[both grunting]
- Go, go, go!
Yeah, yeah!
Unh, unh, unh!
Go, go, go, go!
Sweat!
- This was a mistake.
Abandoned gym!
- You can do this, Mr. Krabs.
Do it for Mrs. Puff.
[grunts]
Huh?
- Oh, you're right.
I'll do it for Puff.
Oh!
- Welcome to my
temple of the bods.
- Save the sales pitch.
I got this.
[grunting]
[both groans]
- You know,
that's actually for--
- Whoops.
Heh-heh.
Finished me reps.
Hmm.
OK.
[grunting]
- I can show you how to--
- OK.
Got me heart rate up.
Ya-ho.
- Uh, Mr. Krabs?
- Never heard of him.
[grunting]
[mumbling]
- Must be shy about
his first day.
If you want to work out, I'd
be happy to help train you.
- [grunting]
Heh, heh.
Yeah, maybe I
could use a few pointers.
- Let's just try lifting
some free weights.
- Look, Larry, I'm doing it!
[grunting]
Wah!
- [groans]
Sponge--
- [grunts]
- Huh?
Hey!
- [grunting]
[laughs]
- No stealing
the free weights, bro.
- Well, are they free or not?
[grunts]
- [groans]
I've never met anyone
as workout-averse as you.
I just don't know
how to motivate you.
- Ooh.
I know how to motivate him.
♪ ♪
Huh? Huh?
- Ooh.
Money, money, money,
money, money, money.
[grunts]
Money!
Money!
Money!
Money!
- Whoa.
Nice trick, little dude.
- That's nothing.
You should see how I get
him to take his pills.
- [panting]
[grunting]
[cash register dings]
Whoo-hoo!
[grunting]
[cash register dinging]
[grunting]
[laughs]
Yeah!
[dramatic music]
- Whew.
That was one heck of a workout.
Time to see what 168
straight hours of exercise
does to the body.
- Ahh.
[gasps]
- [grunts]
- [whistling]
- Hey!
What's the deal, Larry?
Why ain't I ripped?
- Fitness is a
lifelong journey, bro.
Can't change your
physique in a week.
- [groans]
- [grunts]
Ah.
Mm-hmm.
See you bros in the sauna.
- Hmm?
[groans]
No one can change
their physique, eh?
Hee-hee-hee-hee.
[laid back music]
- [snoring]
[rock music]
Huh?
[engine revving]
- Ha-ha.
[laughs]
[grunts]
Ha!
- Ooh? Ahh.
Oh.
- [grunts]
- [laughs]
♪ ♪
- Hey there, ma'am.
Is this beach taken?
- Oh, my.
Eugene, you're so well-defined.
Eugene?
[together]
Yeah! Ha-ha! Yeah!
- Take a look.
These are called gains, people.
Yeah.
[grunting]
- Hmm.
- [grunting]
- Whoa!
- [grunting]
- Ah!
[grunts]
Nice pecs, Mr. Krabs.
- We love you!
- Wow.
We love you.
- Strongest crab in the world!
I fear no man!
- [scoffs]
- Krabs!
[whistle blows]
[all gasp]
- Larry?
[screams]
- I'm going to crack you
right out of my shell, bro.
- Whoa!
Mr. Krabs, looking good!
- [panting]
- Was that Larry?
He must have stopped working
out for a few minutes.
- Ahh!
[both grunting]
- [panting]
Fondue?
At the beach?
Whoa!
[groans] Oh, oh, oh, oh!
Whoa!
Oh, oh, oh, oh!
[panting]
- Larry's in trouble.
- Someone save him!
- Who will lifeguard
the lifeguards?
- [whimpers]
Huh?
Fondue Man!
- Ah!
- Yeah!
Yeah!
[panting]
[grunting]
Uh, OK.
- Ouch!
Whoa!
- [groaning]
- Ahh!
[gasping]
Ohh.
[all cheering]
- Oh, yeah!
Ha-ha.
That's right,
saving the day over here.
What do you think of
me now, Puffykins?
Your old Krabsy
is quite the hero.
Hiyah!
- Oh, puh-lease.
I'm not into muscle-bound,
self-centered jerks.
- Heh-heh.
What's that?
- I like my boys a little
soft around the edges.
- Oh.
- Mwah.
- Ah-ha-ha-ha.
Hmm.
- That's why Larry and I
have a beach date tomorrow.
[laughs]
- Ha-ha!
Larry loves beach dates.
- Beach date?
Wait!
I was kidding!
The muscles were just a ruse.
Puffy!
[grunting]
[all murmuring]
- [grunts]
See!
Ha-ha.
Oh.
Ah!
Puffykins, I'm soft.
- [sobbing]
kids:
Aye, aye, Captain!
- I can't hear you.
kids:
Aye, aye, Captain!
- ♪ Ohh... ♪
♪ Who lives in a pineapple
under the sea? ♪
kids:
SpongeBob SquarePants!
- ♪ Absorbent and yellow
and porous is he ♪
kids:
SpongeBob SquarePants!
- ♪ If nautical nonsense
be something you wish ♪
kids:
SpongeBob SquarePants!
- ♪ Then drop on the deck
and flop like a fish ♪
kids: SpongeBob SquarePants!
- Ready?
all:
SpongeBob SquarePants!
SpongeBob SquarePants!
SpongeBob SquarePants!
- SpongeBob
SquarePants!
[laughing]
[flute plays]
[waves crashing]
[upbeat music]
♪ ♪
- [grunts]
All right, Karen.
I'm off to go shopping.
[whistling]
Oh!
- Uh...ew!
What is that?
- [groaning]
Ahh!
Ahh!
[groans]
[grumbling]
Huh?
- Hey, over here.
[jazzy music]
- So, uh, you got the goods?
- Of course.
I always deliver.
- Hee-hee.
Eee!
- Pleasure doing
business with you.
- Likewise, my shady friend.
So same time next--
[groans]
[accordion music]
[groans]
I'm here for the formula.
Hand it over, and nobody gets--
[groans]
- Ew.
I seem to have stepped in
some revolting substance.
No matter.
- Ouch.
Ouch.
[groaning]
Honey, I'm home.
- Tough day at work, dear?
- Yes.
Everybody stepped on me again.
- Oh.
Well, I know what'll
cheer up my little man.
Let's dance those blues away.
- Oh, boy!
[air horn blares]
- Oh, yeah.
Go, Sheldon.
Ha-ha!
- You were right, Karen,
I feel better already.
I've got boogie fever!
[groans]
- We haven't danced like
this since our wedding night.
- [laughs]
Whoo!
- [groans]
- [vocalizing]
- Plankton?
Oh, no.
Pardon me.
Pardon me.
Plankton?
Plankton,
are you there, sweetie?
Excuse me.
- Oh.
- Plankton?
[grunts]
There you are.
At least part of you.
- That's it!
I'm not getting
stepped on anymore.
Take me to my lab.
- Sure.
But let's find
the rest of you first.
- [grunting]
[cackles]
[bell dings]
[grunts] Foot Deterrent,
Version 1.1, commence test.
[groans]
Not quite there.
- Foot Deterrent, laser thingy.
[sighs] Might as well
get this over with.
[laser pings]
[machine hisses]
What?
Yes.
I'm invincible!
Ohh-ohh-ohh-ohh.
Ah!
[laser blasts]
Ow.
- [whistling]
- [grunts]
All right,
time for a field test
in T-minus 3, 2, 1.
- Huh?
[laser blasts]
- Hmm.
- [cackling]
- My foot!
Ouch.
Ouch.
Ouch.
- [cackles]
Take that,
you high-stepping ham!
Huh?
- [whistling]
- Oh, boy.
Time to stop
those big metal stompers.
- [humming]
Hmm?
[grunting]
Hwah!
Hee-yah!
[laser blasts]
- Plankton, what in
tarnation are you doing?
You almost barbecued
my dang paw.
- Duh.
That was the point.
But hey, what was that
"hiyah" stuff you just did?
- Well, that was just good,
old-fashioned self-defense.
You know, karate.
Looks like you could use
a little self-defense too.
Why don't you swing by my dome
so I can show you some moves?
- Anything to
stop the stomping.
Hmm?
- Huh?
[sighs]
[mystical music]
- All right,
Plankton, come on out.
- Mm.
I make this gi look good.
- Now bow to your sensei.
- Plankton bows to no one.
- Huh?
- Hiyah.
- [grunts]
- Good.
Now we may begin.
We must first gauge your
current level of self-defense.
Think fast!
- Think what?
Ouch!
Now I know why
they call it a sneaker.
- Maybe something
a little gentler.
- [grunting]
Whoa!
I can't flip like you.
Only flop.
- OK.
How 'bout these?
[grunting]
- Ouch!
- Huh.
Seems like you lack
the fundamentals.
What you need
is some basic training.
- [grunts] Okey-dokey,
furry lady.
[funky music]
Hyah, hyah, hyah, hyah, hyah!
Ow.
♪ ♪
[grunts]
Ah!
[grunts]
Ha-ha!
Augh!
Heh-heh-heh.
Hiyah!
Hee-hee.
[glass squeaking]
- [humming]
- [humming]
[mystical music]
- Now that you've
mastered the basics,
I reckon you're ready to
spar with a real partner.
- Hi, Plankton!
- SpongeBob?
- Don't you worry.
I'll go easy on ya.
Foam sparring boots.
- I can't promise
I'll do the same.
- Bow to your opponents.
- [grunting]
- Now fight!
- Wah!
- Hmm?
- Yah!
- Ah!
[panting]
[groans]
- That was pretty
good, Plankton.
But remember to
keep your guard up.
- It's no use.
I'm just too small to
avoid being stepped on.
- Hmm.
But in karate, your
greatest weakness may also
be your greatest strength.
- Yeah.
But in "rea-li-tay," that
doesn't make any sense!
- Allow me to demonstrate.
SpongeBob,
give me the old roundhouse.
- Wah!
- Your opponent's
momentum can be used--
- Huh?
[groans]
- --against them,
no matter your size.
You OK, SpongeBob?
- I would bow to
you If I could.
Ouch.
- That was incredible!
Let me try.
- Visualize the technique.
Grab, twist,
and let gravity do the rest.
- Shut up.
You're distracting me.
[mystical music]
[inhales and exhales]
- Hwah!
[funky music]
- Hiyah!
- Ugh!
- I did it!
In your face, feet!
[gong resounds]
- Congratulations, Plankton.
But remember, this
technique is to be used
strictly for self-defense.
- Oh, of course, Sensei Sandy.
Uh, wink.
Buh-bye!
[laughs]
- Uh, Sandy, could you give
me a ride to the hospital?
- Whoops!
Oh, sure, SpongeBob. Heh-heh.
- All right,
who's looking to rumble?
Huh? You!
- [slurping]
Heh-heh.
Hiyah!
- [groaning]
What unexplained
force of nature?
Ah!
- I feel so powerful!
[elephant trumpeting]
And I can't help but
use that power for evil!
[cackling]
Oh, Krabsy, hyah, I'm home!
- [humming]
Oh!
- Whoa, whoa! Oh!
- Whoa!
- [cackles]
No one can stop me now.
That secret formula
will be mine!
- Hmm.
- Hiyah!
- Whoa, whoa! Ugh!
- [cackles]
- Plankton?
- No, not Plankton.
[all shouting]
[alarm blaring]
- I made it.
Huh?
Security ninjas?
Heh.
Krabs thinks of everything.
Bring it on!
[funky music]
♪ ♪
- Whah!
- [grunting]
♪ ♪
[grunting]
♪ ♪
[grumbles]
[grunting]
Knock, knock.
- [grumbles]
Plankton!
How did you get past
me security ninjas?
- With the art of karate.
Now that I can defend myself,
your feet are all doomed!
- Ah-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!
- Oh, you won't be laughing
once I use my ultimate
foot-stomping finisher!
[accordion music]
- Bad news for you, Plankton.
I don't have any feet.
- You what?
[foghorn blaring]
Just my luck, I guess.
[groans]
- Hee-hee!
The old familiar sting
of "de-feet," aye?
[laughs]
- [sighs]
[upbeat music]
- [sighs]
Six to eight weeks before I can
attack the Krusty Krab again.
Oh, well.
At least I'm not
in traction anymore.
Augh!
- Oh, boy!
Only six to eight weeks before
I can work
at the Krusty Krab again!
- Ouch!
Karate is a pain in the-- ouch!
[upbeat music]
♪ ♪
- [laughing]
♪ ♪
- Excuse me, Miss.
Is this seat taken?
- It is now, Sailor.
Mm-hmm.
- [grunts]
[laughter]
Mm--
- Hmm?
[bell rings]
- Three bells?
It's lunchtime!
Better get some food!
- Oh, Fondue Man!
- Huh?
Hey, hey, hey.
- Ooh.
Oh.
[laughs]
- Ooh.
Ah.
- [humming]
Hmm?
Mm.
Heh-heh-heh-heh.
[accordion music]
- [chuckles]
- Mwah.
Hmm.
Mm?
Hmm.
A 5 cent tip?
Thanks a lot, Mister.
Hmph!
[wheels squeaking]
- Ah, fondue.
The perfect food
for a beach date.
- Oh.
Oh.
- Uh, OK.
OK.
- Oh.
- OK.
No.
Oh--
- Oh.
Ooh.
[gulps]
- Um.
- Oh.
[laughs]
- Mmm-mmm.
- ♪ Na-na-na-na-na ♪
[teeth grinding]
- ♪ Na-na-na ♪
- [gulps]
♪ ♪
[glasses clink]
[both gulping]
[seagulls squawking]
- [groans]
Whoo-hoo!
Now, that was a meal.
What do you say to a romantic
dip in the goo, my sweet?
- Well, I suppose I could
wash off some of this cheese.
[laughter]
- Whoo-hoo!
Oh!
- Oh!
Oh.
- Huh?
Ah!
- [yells]
- [laughs] Oh!
- [yelling]
- Eugene!
- The undertow's got me!
Whoa!
- Help!
- Huh?
Rump in a riptide!
[grunts]
[whistle blows]
[grunts]
[whirring]
[water splashing]
I gotcha, bro.
[grunting]
- [groaning]
- [grunting]
- [retches, mumbles]
- Oh.
- Yay!
- Thank you, Larry.
- Ooh.
- Mwah!
- Hmm.
- Thank you!
Thank you!
Thank you!
- [retches]
- Eugene, don't try to talk.
I'd better take you home.
Bye, Larry.
Thanks again.
- Huh?
- Larry's always
ready to step in.
[bell dings]
- [laughs]
- [yowling]
- I'm telling you, boy-o,
that kiss, that wave--
I'm losing me sweet Puff
to a shiny-shelled boy toy!
- Well, maybe your
eyes were confused.
[laughs]
- No.
She loved Larry's muscles.
She's sick of this
old sack of fondue.
- Look, Mr. K.,
I'm sure Mrs. Puff
loves you for who you are,
not how many muscles you have.
- Look.
Look, boy.
This farmer's tan, this
flabby shell, so undefined.
See the realities of middle
age on an all-fondue diet!
Look away!
- Ah!
- No crab
should look like this!
[bouncy music]
There's only one option, boy-o.
I gotta get in shape
before me next date.
And you're gonna help!
- [squealing]
That crustaceous hunk doesn't
know who I am or why I'm
here, boy-o.
[both grunting]
- Go, go, go!
Yeah, yeah!
Unh, unh, unh!
Go, go, go, go!
Sweat!
- This was a mistake.
Abandoned gym!
- You can do this, Mr. Krabs.
Do it for Mrs. Puff.
[grunts]
Huh?
- Oh, you're right.
I'll do it for Puff.
Oh!
- Welcome to my
temple of the bods.
- Save the sales pitch.
I got this.
[grunting]
[both groans]
- You know,
that's actually for--
- Whoops.
Heh-heh.
Finished me reps.
Hmm.
OK.
[grunting]
- I can show you how to--
- OK.
Got me heart rate up.
Ya-ho.
- Uh, Mr. Krabs?
- Never heard of him.
[grunting]
[mumbling]
- Must be shy about
his first day.
If you want to work out, I'd
be happy to help train you.
- [grunting]
Heh, heh.
Yeah, maybe I
could use a few pointers.
- Let's just try lifting
some free weights.
- Look, Larry, I'm doing it!
[grunting]
Wah!
- [groans]
Sponge--
- [grunts]
- Huh?
Hey!
- [grunting]
[laughs]
- No stealing
the free weights, bro.
- Well, are they free or not?
[grunts]
- [groans]
I've never met anyone
as workout-averse as you.
I just don't know
how to motivate you.
- Ooh.
I know how to motivate him.
♪ ♪
Huh? Huh?
- Ooh.
Money, money, money,
money, money, money.
[grunts]
Money!
Money!
Money!
Money!
- Whoa.
Nice trick, little dude.
- That's nothing.
You should see how I get
him to take his pills.
- [panting]
[grunting]
[cash register dings]
Whoo-hoo!
[grunting]
[cash register dinging]
[grunting]
[laughs]
Yeah!
[dramatic music]
- Whew.
That was one heck of a workout.
Time to see what 168
straight hours of exercise
does to the body.
- Ahh.
[gasps]
- [grunts]
- [whistling]
- Hey!
What's the deal, Larry?
Why ain't I ripped?
- Fitness is a
lifelong journey, bro.
Can't change your
physique in a week.
- [groans]
- [grunts]
Ah.
Mm-hmm.
See you bros in the sauna.
- Hmm?
[groans]
No one can change
their physique, eh?
Hee-hee-hee-hee.
[laid back music]
- [snoring]
[rock music]
Huh?
[engine revving]
- Ha-ha.
[laughs]
[grunts]
Ha!
- Ooh? Ahh.
Oh.
- [grunts]
- [laughs]
♪ ♪
- Hey there, ma'am.
Is this beach taken?
- Oh, my.
Eugene, you're so well-defined.
Eugene?
[together]
Yeah! Ha-ha! Yeah!
- Take a look.
These are called gains, people.
Yeah.
[grunting]
- Hmm.
- [grunting]
- Whoa!
- [grunting]
- Ah!
[grunts]
Nice pecs, Mr. Krabs.
- We love you!
- Wow.
We love you.
- Strongest crab in the world!
I fear no man!
- [scoffs]
- Krabs!
[whistle blows]
[all gasp]
- Larry?
[screams]
- I'm going to crack you
right out of my shell, bro.
- Whoa!
Mr. Krabs, looking good!
- [panting]
- Was that Larry?
He must have stopped working
out for a few minutes.
- Ahh!
[both grunting]
- [panting]
Fondue?
At the beach?
Whoa!
[groans] Oh, oh, oh, oh!
Whoa!
Oh, oh, oh, oh!
[panting]
- Larry's in trouble.
- Someone save him!
- Who will lifeguard
the lifeguards?
- [whimpers]
Huh?
Fondue Man!
- Ah!
- Yeah!
Yeah!
[panting]
[grunting]
Uh, OK.
- Ouch!
Whoa!
- [groaning]
- Ahh!
[gasping]
Ohh.
[all cheering]
- Oh, yeah!
Ha-ha.
That's right,
saving the day over here.
What do you think of
me now, Puffykins?
Your old Krabsy
is quite the hero.
Hiyah!
- Oh, puh-lease.
I'm not into muscle-bound,
self-centered jerks.
- Heh-heh.
What's that?
- I like my boys a little
soft around the edges.
- Oh.
- Mwah.
- Ah-ha-ha-ha.
Hmm.
- That's why Larry and I
have a beach date tomorrow.
[laughs]
- Ha-ha!
Larry loves beach dates.
- Beach date?
Wait!
I was kidding!
The muscles were just a ruse.
Puffy!
[grunting]
[all murmuring]
- [grunts]
See!
Ha-ha.
Oh.
Ah!
Puffykins, I'm soft.
- [sobbing]