- Are you ready, kids?
- Aye, aye, Captain!
- I can't hear you.
- Aye, aye, Captain!
of SpongeBob SquarePants
was discovered under a desk at Nickelodeon Studios.
Now all the world is waiting
in fevered anticipation to watch
the "SpongeBob SquarePants" Lost Episode.
Now, to present the lost episode,
from Encino, California,
the president of the SpongeBob SquarePants Fan Club,
Patchy the Pirate.
- Patchy, Patchy, the kids are here.
- Hot! Hot! Hot!
Potty, don't you know
this is Patchy private time?
Oh, hello.
Aah! What are you all doing here?
- They're here to see the lost episode.
- But I haven't got the lost episode
because I... well, I lost it.
- No, Patchy, please!
Don't say that, Patchy.
- But it is.
It's lost, and I have no idea where it is,
so it's best if you forget all about old SpongeBob.
- I don't believe I lost "The Lost Episode."
I never lose anything.
- What about your leg?
- Well, yeah. - And your eye.
- And the eye.
- And your hand. - And—
Oh, get out of here, you blasted bird!
If only I had a map to tell me where the lost episode is.
- What is it?
- Hey, it's a map.
It's a map to the lost episode
of "SpongeBob" I lost.
- It's a dream come true.
- We got to go find it, Potty.
Oh, first, I'll need me treasure-hunting leg.
Come on, Potty.
Time's a-wastin'.
Ten paces past Mrs. Johnson's house.
- Would you boys like some cookies?
- Put them in a doggie bag, Mrs. Johnson.
Can't right now. We're on a treasure hunt.
- Okay, don't catch cold.
- Walk five fathoms past Don's Import Store & Delicatessen.
Half a league to the forked tree.
Oh.
Now all that's left is... Huh?
The seven trials of Monkey Lagoon?
Merciful Neptune, only for SpongeBob.
Only for SpongeBob!
Whoa... whoa... whoa!
We made it.
We survived the trials.
Oh, I'm really going to dig this lost episode.
Dig it, get it?
- You stink.
- And I just got out of the shower.
Hey, Potty,
I think I hit something.
Clever— bury your treasure above the surface.
- This is it!
I don't know what it means either,
but I got what I came for.
Come on, Potty, time's a-wastin'.
Yeah!
Popcorn... soda... pickled garlic.
Hurry, Potty, hit the remote.
- This is going to be great.
I can't believe it— more "SpongeBob."
This is so exciting!
- Here it comes. - Pipe down.
That's it?
That's "The Lost Episode"?
That was just a bunch of cheap walk cycles!
- What a rip.
SpongeBob betrayed us!
Aah! I'm sorry I ever started this stupid fan club
in the first place.
I'm going to get rid of all my SpongeBobstuff.
All of it! All of it!
All of it!
I'm going to run away! That's what I'll do, run away!
- Jeez, what a hothead.
- And now the real lost episode.
- Patchy, come back, there's more.
- Really?
Hooray! Let's watch.
- Here we see the proud jellyfish hunter.
He stands motionless
to lure the jellyfish into a false sense of security,
and when his prey ventures too close, he springs into action.
- Huh?
Huh?
Phew, I salute you, old majestic jellyfish.
Your command of the sky is unmatched,
floating just out of the reach of my net
but near enough that I can see your untamed beauty.
Wait a minute.
I'm forgetting the words of Grandpa SquarePants.
- If we were meant to fly,
we'd have propellers on our heads
or jet engines on our backs.
- I'm going to follow his advice, by gum.
I'll invent a flying machine.
- What's that contraption, SpongeBob?
- That, Patrick, is a flying machine.
- What's so funny?
- Oh, it's like my grandpa used to say.
- If we were meant to fly...
Hey, I'm not your grandfather.
- Well, here I go, Patrick.
I'm off to fly with the jellyfish.
Ignition. Check.
Landing gear. Check.
Complimentary peanuts. Checkaroo.
Ready for takeoff.
- You cut a hole in Farmer Jenkins' grain silo.
- Don't remind me.
- I knew no good would come from city folk
and their flying machines.
Now, get!
We—we better do what he says.
He knows how to grow food.
- Well, it took me all night
but here they are— the new blueprints.
I wasn't even close with that last one—
propellers, rudders...
This one's gonna fly!
I can feel it.
Ready, Patrick?
- Ready!
It's working, Patrick.
I'm flying!
I'm... falling!
This is it, Patrick.
The physics are all here.
This time, I'm going to fly.
Behold.
- Oh, boy, a birthday party!
No, Patrick,
this is the SquarePants Flyer Mark III.
All you do is remove the brick—or ballast—
and... Huh?
Well, back to the drawing board.
- Can we have the cake now?
- Patrick, get ready to say, "Eureka!"
- Okay.
- Go!
It's working.
I'm flying.
- Hey, look at that guy tied to a kite.
- Why is he doing that? - Oh, my goodness.
- Do not be afraid, Earthbound people.
I am not a flying monster.
I am just one of you.
Ow, Patrick! Ow, Patrick!
Excuse me, sir, but I'd like to return this kite.
- Hey, I know you.
Yeah, from today's paper.
- "Local Nutcase Tries to Fly!"
I'm a nutcase because I follow my dreams?
Well, they laughed at the guy who invented light bulbs, too!
- No, they didn't.
- You'll see.
- Look, Mom, it's the Birdman of Bikini Bottom.
- Wow, I wonder why he's still using his legs.
- Come on, Birdman.
Flap your wings and fly.
- Hey, Birdman...
going to check on your eggs?
- Maybe he's looking for a statue to poop on.
- Go on and laugh,
but it is a sad day in Bikini Bottom
when a guy is ridiculed for having dreams.
- You think you're the only one
with unfulfilled dreams?
- I was supposed to be a concert pianist
until I realized I didn't have any fingers.
- We all had dreams.
- What makes you so special?
Let's get him!
Huh?
- Good riddance... dreamer!
Well, it can't get any worse.
Ow!
I guess I spoke too soon.
- Will SpongeBob learn to fly? Stay tuned.
- There they go again, Gary.
Ah... I suppose I'll never join them in the sky.
I'll be stuck on the ground, sentenced to a flightless life.
Oh, well, I guess all dreams aren't meant to come true.
Back to reality.
No, Gary, my dreams are silly.
Hello?
No, this isn't
the Birdman of Bikini Bottom.
What?
No, I certainly do not live in a birdcage.
Who is this?
"Joe Mama"?
Well, listen up, Joe.
I hate to break it to you, but flying is impossible!
I have to go now.
My head just hit the ceiling.
Huh?
Hey, look, Gary!
I... I think I'm flying!
Jellyfish Fields, here I come!
- Mom, look!
It's the flying guy!
- Wow! I guess he wasn't a lunatic after all.
- I'm flying! I'm flying!
♪ He's flying, he's flying
No!
- Gotcha!
Next time, try the elevator.
- Thank you, Birdman!
- I'm rich!
- Thanks, buddy!
- Please put me down.
- All of Bikini Bottom is abuzz over the identity
of a mysterious flying man who helps people.
- He found my hairpiece.
- He helps people, and he flies and he helps people.
- Who knows what superhero act of courage
he'll astound us with next?
- Oh, no, the light in the Goo Lagoon lighthouse went out,
and sailor Jenkins is headed for the coastline!
- I'm glad I gave up farming.
- I'm coming!
- Thanks, mysterious flying man!
- I knew no good would come from city folk
and their flying machines!
- That's enough good deeds for one day.
I've got a date with a flock of jellyfish.
- SpongeBob, son,
I need you and your magical pants!
- But, Mr. Krabs, I invented these pants
so I could fly with the jellyfish.
If I keep doing favors for people,
I'll never get to make my dreams a reality.
- But, SpongeBob, it's an emergency!
- Let's roll.
Where to, Mr. K?
- Uh, my garage.
- You got it!
What's the emergency, Mr. Krabs?
- Are you sure you're up for it, boy?
- I think my pants can handle it.
- I need you... - Yes?
- to clean... - Clean up crime?
- My garage.
- That's your emergency?
- But, SpongeBob, everyone knows
it's easier to clean a garage when you can fly.
- All right, Mr. Krabs, I'll clean your garage.
But after this, no more favors!
All done, Mr. Krabs.
- And the recyclables?
- Aw, shrimp.
Finally! Jellyfish Fields, here I come!
- SpongeBob! - Patrick's in trouble.
- SpongeBob! SpongeBob! - What is it, buddy?
- Will you scratch my tummy?
Ahh.
- Help me pick out a tie?
- Clean my bathtub?
- Balance my checkbook?
- Help spread the word of evil?
- Untangle my phone cord?
- Do my geometry?
- Talk to my plants?
- Rub my scalp?
Mmm... oh, yeah!
- Wait a minute! Wait a minute!
I'm supposed to be
at Jellyfish Fields right now,
but instead I'm rubbing your scalp,
and I don't even know who you are.
- But we went to elementary school together.
Dennis?
- Mmm... oh, yeah!
- If I don't give these feverish favor-seekers the slip,
I'll never get to fly with the jellyfish.
- Hey, there he is!
He's getting away!
- No, he owes us favors!
- Get him!
- I'm almost at Jellyfish Fields!
I'm going to make it!
- He's headed for Jellyfish Fields!
We'll never catch him now!
- I'll take care of this!
It's Cannonball Jenkins!
- I told you nothing good
would come from city folk and their flying machines!
- What have we done?
Come on, everybody!
I think a proper burial is in order.
A pair of pants like these come around once in a lifetime.
- Well, it was fun while it lasted.
I guess I'm not meant to fly after all.
Huh?
Hey, my jellyfish friends are helping me fly!
Without pants!
I guess it just goes to show...
Is friendship. Yeah.
Good-bye, jellies!
You taught me a valuable lesson!
Although I'm not quite sure what it was.
- Hey, let's fly down to the pizza house for a slice.
- No more flying for me, Patrick.
I'll leave that to the jellyfish.
- Suit yourself.
- Did Patrick just—
Nah.
- Wow! Wasn't that great, kids?
- Let's watch it again.
- That's a great idea, Potty.
Where's the remote?
Oh, I lost the remote!
They should make those things—
Ah!
My remote!
Thanks, stranger!
- Don't mention it, Patchy!
- Ah, now...
which one of these cockamamie buttons is "Rewind"?
- Oh, that's not it.
Wrong again!
- Let me do it! - No, get away!
That's the light switch!
Give me that!
- That's the "Mariachi Band" button.
- I hate technology!
Rewind, darn you.
Failure ahoy.
- No, stop, stop!
Go back... infernal machine!
Oh, no, I've ruined the lost episode!
Now it's lost forever!
- Lost forever!
- Oh, boy, what a loser.
Well, I guess the lost episode will remain lost.
But tape or no tape, as long as there are stars in the sky,
SpongeBob will live on in our hearts
and in our minds.
Now get lost. I mean, bye.
No, really, get lost.