in Bikini Bottom's own Jellyfish Fields
an untamed world of natural order
where the little jellyfish jellies roam free
across the salty seascape.
And where there is jellyfish, there is the jellyfish hunter.
You're my 12th catch of the day.
I'm going to call you Twelvy.
Kitchy-kitchy-koo.
Bye, Twelvy.
Oh... it's you.
Well, it's just you and me again.
I've caught and named every jellyfish in this field
at least once, except you, No-name.
Gotcha!
Barnacles, how did he do that?
Some day I'll catch ol' No-name.
I'm going on my lunch break, Mr. Krabs.
You got five minutes!
Wow, one more minute than yesterday!
SpongeBob ready for launch.
Mmm...
Oh, yum...
Mmm...
Oh, yeah...
Hey, buddy, what the heck is that?
Why, this is a hole, good sir.
You see, I am a sponge, and we typically...
Not that, that!
It's just a little old crabby patty
smothered in jellyfish jelly.
I call it a "crabby patty with jellyfish jelly."
Could I try some?
Sure!
Amazing...
I've got to tell someone about this.
Thank you.
SpongeBob?
Who's playing Squidward's records again?
No one, Mr. Krabs.
I was just sharing my jellyfish jelly with the customers.
Mmm...
Here, Mr. Krabs, send your taste buds on a journey.
Messin' with the patty's formula... that's mutiny!
Why, I ought to...
Sir, this is the greatest thing
I've ever eaten.
I'm going to come back here for lunch
every day for the rest of my life.
Hey, buddy, you all right?
You okay, Mr. K.?
SpongeBob, I got a proposition for you:
How's about you go catch me
some of those little money fish?
Oh, boy, getting paid to jelly-fish
that's my life's dream.
Well, keep dreamin'-- this'll be on your time.
Aye, aye, sir.
Now, go get me some jellyfish
and make it...
Quick.
Uh... SpongeBob
we're going to need more
than one puny jellyfish.
But, sir, how many jellyfish do you need?
SpongeBob, we have a whole ecosystem
full of hungry payin' customers.
Oh, no! Don't tell me...
you've stopped carin' for the customers.
No, never.
Then go out there
and get me some more jellies!
Okay, Mr. Krabs.
Just make sure the jellyfish are comfortable;
they are oh, so sensitive.
Oo, I'll keep them comfortable all right...
inside me wallet.
Here you go, Mr. Krabs.
I'm going to need more than that, boy!
More jellies, Mr. Krabs.
Oh, that'll never do— more!
More, SpongeBob.
What don't you understand about "more"?
More.
More!
More.
More, more, more, more...
More!
Well, there's no more.
Now, that's jellyfishing.
It feels like somebody...
wants to tell me something!
I told you he was on to us.
I'm not interested in anything you're selling!
Gee, it sure felt like...
Bah! I must be working too hard.
I'll get it, Gary.
Hello, SpongeBob's house, SpongeBob speaking.
Hello?
Uh, uh, a wrong number.
Uh, I guess Gary forgot to pay the electric bill.
Gary, is that you?
Gary?
Uh, yeah, good idea, Gary.
There's probably some candles in the kitchen.
Hello... what's this?
How did you get in here, oh, delicious one?
A little snack will calm my nerves.
Mmm, a crabby patty with blue jelly.
Blue jelly?
Hello, No-name, what's happening?
No-name, let me out.
What are you going to do with me?
P-U, what smells like big business?
Hey, I don't remember that factory.
Huh?
Oh, what is this horrible place?
Kitchy-kitchy-koo.
What kind of monster is responsible for this horror?
That's it, boys, keep that gelatinous gold a-flowin'.
Mr. Krabs?
No.
Now I know why you brought me here.
But what can we do?
Mr. Krabs?
Stops this madness!
Stop it right now!
Uh, uh... this isn't what it looks like, SpongeBob.
Why, uh, we're just, uh, uh, having a little tea party.
Oh, boy, a tea party.
You tricked me, Mr. Krabs.
I wouldn't have collected all those jellyfish
had I known that this was their fate.
This isn't right!
Jellyfish need wide, open space and fresh air.
Easy, boy, what are you doin' with that?
Something that should have been done a long time ago.
No!
The squeaky bolt on this door was driving me crazy.
Whew.
And now, I'm going
to set these jellyfish free!
Well, you can't— the door is voice-activated
and it will only open if I say "open."
Freedom...
Freedom!
You'll never catch me!
What?
Blasted exercise craze.
Good-bye, friends.
I'm taking jelly off the menu.
He really got burned on that deal.
All is as it should be.
I promise never to use this net
for anything but pure sport again.
Jellyfish aren't meant to be captured forever.
Oh, No-name...
I guess I can name you now.
I'll call you... Friend.
Welcome, sports fans
to the 12th Annual Bikini Bottom Fry Cook Games!
I declare these Fry Cook Games
open!
I declare these Fry Cook Games...
open!
So begin the 21st Fry Cook Games.
I'm a realistic fish head and it's a beautiful day
here at Bikini Bottom's Fast Food Coliseum.
They come from everywhere microwaves hum...
patties sizzle...
and heat lamps keep the fast- food spirit warm and soggy.
But the real story is the bitter rivalry
between former competitors Mr. Krabs of The Krusty Krab
and Plankton, of the Chumbucket.
Who could forget the year Mr. Krabs won gold
for this 500-pickle clean and jerk?
Not Plankton.
Or when Plankton won the hearts of millions
by performing this perfect onion ring routine
with a broken antenna?
Krabs wasn't moved.
And now, late word is that this year
the Krusty Krab will be represented
by a new competitor, on what is perhaps
the greatest day of his young life.
This is perhaps the greatest day
of my young life, Mr. Krabs.
I can't believe I'm representing
the Krusty Krab in the Fry Cook Games!
To bring home the gold
is to bring honor and glory
to the Krusty Krab.
And all that free publicity will bring in customers!
So don't lose!
Aye, aye, Mr. Krabs!
Krusty-Krab.
Krusty-Krab...
Hi, Patrick.
Krusty-Krab.
Are you trying to move the ground?
You'll never move it like that.
You got to get under... neath it!
Come on, Patrick
I'm trying to train for the Games.
Games? Can I play?
Ah, sorry, Patrick, you have to be a fry cook.
Be a fry cook?
Is that all I gotta do?
That'll be easy!
What do you mean, "easy"?
How hard can it be?
They don't let just anybody
be a fry cook.
We're an elite corps.
Oh, come on—
you're just flipping patties.
Hey, flipping is not as easy as it sounds.
Why don't you go home, Patrick?
You can compete in the Laying- Under-A-Rock-All-Day Games!
At least I don't polish my fingernails!
You take that back!
Fingernails, fingernails, fingernails!
You don't even have fingernails.
I cannot believe what I am hearing!
How can you hear it?
You don't have ears, either!
You...
Holes, holes!
Cone-head!
Yellow!
Pink!
Oh!
I'm going to get a job as a fry cook
and it'll be easy!
Fine!
Krusty-Krab!
Krusty-Krab...
What's that smell in the air?
I smell Plankton!
Oh, yeah?
Well, I smell...
Pew, he's right.
I love messing things up.
Are you ready to do or die, Krabs?
Always ready, Plankton, always ready.
Good, because today, the Chumbucket is going to kick...
your carapace!
That's what you think.
But I got me a champion—
SpongeBob!
Show him.
Look at him...
in his prime.
You ain't got no chance!
That's where you're wrong, Krabs
for I, too, have a champion.
Ladies and gentlemen, turn your attention
to the southwest corridor.
Other way.
Imbeciles.
And... stop!
Perfect!
Representing the Chumbucket
a creature so fearsome, so terrible
so mind-bendingly large
that those of you with weak constitutions
may want to leave the stadium.
I gotta get out of here!
Too late!
Ready or not, here he comes.
Quake with fear, you mortal fools.
Bow down before the awesome might of...
this huge guy who's carrying the real contestant...
Patrick Star!
Patrick, what are you doing here?
You're not a fry cook.
Oh, yes, I am, Mr. SpongeBob- Superior Pants.
Check it out!
I been working for the Chumbucket
for almost five minutes!
Well, it doesn't matter anyway
'cause you're going to eat my dust.
Uh-uh, I'm eating my own dust.
Not if I eat it first!
Yellow!
I can't believe it, Mr. Krabs.
I thought Patrick was my friend.
Friend?
Not in here he ain't.
What do you mean?
He's not really your friend.
He's not?
He's plotting your downfall right now!
He is?
He's going to stab you
in the back!
He wouldn't!
Of course he would.
Just look at him.
Square...
the shape of evil!
It's a mockery of your profession.
Are we going to let some pretender
take away what belongs to the Krusty Krab?
No!
Then get mean!
I'm mean!
Get angry!
I'm angry!
Now get out there...
And win...
That...
Medal!
Our first event: the deep-fry pole vault!
Win this one for the Krusty Krab!
For the Krusty Krab!
Win this one because I told you to.
Because you told me to!
Fish sticks!
Get your fish sticks here!
The next event: the chocolate high-dive.
Make way for the real fry cook, Patrick.
For his dive, SpongeBob will be attempting
a full banana fudge-pop with two sticks.
And now, absolute silence.
I scream...
for ice cream!
Perfect entry!
And toasted almonds— that's unexpected.
He stuck it!
And just look at that even coating!
Top that...
Pinky.
Almonds?
Curse him, that's good...
but perhaps a bit too highbrow
for this crowd.
He thinks he's better than them!
Better than you!
Now get up there and show him
how the common man
prepares his frozen dairy treats!
Patrick will be resurrecting an old favorite:
the single-scoop strawberry cone with a chocolate dip.
Just look at that concentration!
Oh, a little shaky on that entry—
but just look at that form!
Take that, Yellow Boy!
Laugh while you can, Pinky.
It's not over yet.
That's what you think
but it's not over yet!
It's not over yet!
With the score tied we go to our final event:
Bun Wrestling.
Who will take home the gold?
Mr. Krabs of the Krusty Krab?
Don't forget, he called ye yellow.
Or Plankton, of the Chumbucket?
Don't forget, he called you pink!
Forget the Chumbucket—
this is personal.
No!
My name's not "Rick"!
I don't like you.
I don't like you more!
I never liked you!
I a thousand times never liked you!
Pink!
Yellow!
Pink?
You do care.
Let's promise never to fight again, buddy.
Yeah, pal, let's go home.
Hey, where you going?
Get back here and kill each other!
You're my best friend ever.
You, too, Patrick.
You know, these were white when I bought them.
[Captioning sponsored by THE U.S. DEPARTMENT OF EDUCATION
and NICKELODEON]