Mr. Krabs, you gotta get out here!
It's a code blue situation!
Please deposit 25 cents to continue this call.
Uh, sure thing, Mr. K.
Mr. Krabs! You gotta get out here!
It's a code blue situation!
Code blue?
What's the matter, boy?
I think Plankton wants to destroy our way of life!
Man alive! He's taking us down!
Get ready, Krabs, for the surprise of your life!
Brace yourselves!
Huh?
Plankton's destroying the Chum Bucket?
I guess he's finally given up on the restaurant business.
Couldn't take the competition.
What is that?
Greetings, citizens of Bikini Bottom!
Behold my Imperial Chum Coliseum!
I vow to introduce to this fair city
culture in the form of hand-to-hand grappling.
I intend to enrich your lives culturally
by exhibiting the moist spectacle
of gladiators in mortal conflict.
My corporate underwriters told me to mention that it's free!
Come one, come all. Remember, kids love gladiators.
Wow! Real-life conflict? For free?
Let the horror show begin!
Oh, Karen, even though you're just a frigid machine,
your circuits must be welling with emotion
at my latest achievement.
Yes, my resistors are simply gushing
from their copper-foil traces.
This will prove to be my greatest evil scheme ever!
That's what you said
when you tried to boil Krabs in a bisque.
I can still feel the burns.
Which is why I've removed all molten liquid
from this maneuver.
And it's why this time I will be the one with all the customers!
And Krabs will be the pathetic one in an empty restaurant,
stuck with a computer for a wife!
- Sorry, honey.
Wow! Looks like Plankton finally has some customers.
I agree. It's very suspicious.
And he may have lured a few of our fair-weather customers in
with some cheap entertainment,
but our loyal customers know quality when they taste it.
So let's get in there
and serve them up a burger they tell grand-guppies about.
Where's my loyal customers?
They've taken their grand-guppies
to see guts and gore across the street.
That lower lifeform can slander my name
and desecrate my mother's grave.
I'm right here.
But when he steals my customers, then I push back!
Gentlemen, to the coliseum!
This wreaks of evil!
And I'm gonna sniff out the source.
Welcome, one and all,
to the First Bi-Annual Big Arena of Annihilation!
- Whoo!
Brought to you by yours truly.
So without further ado, let the mauling begin!
Alright!
- Yay!
Whoo! Isn't this a boat load of fun, Squidward?
I can't wait to see the poor sucker
who has to go up against that beast!
You call this fun? This is just cheap, uncultured lay-sport.
Now release the opponent!
- Yes! Go!
Patrick?
How could they? This is horrible!
This is fabulous!
Enough dilly-dallying. Send out the blood sausages!
- Alright!
That pink dimwit doesn't stand a chance
with those sausages round his throat.
As soon as the smell of sausage
hits that ravenous lionfish's nostrils,
he'll be over Patrick like mold on shower curtain!
Rip his sausages off!
Nice kitty.
Here, kitty. Want a sausage?
A nice... delicious... mmm, tasty...
sausage!
Spawn of a gefilte fish!
I can't sit here and watch this! That's my best friend out there.
Huh?
- Patrick! - What?
Oh, it's you. How's it going, buddy?
No time for chit-chat. Get in!
- Hurry up, Nelly!
Boring!
I want to see some body parts!
Ma!
This is ridiculous!
I order a simple, brutal mauling for my denizens,
and I get a circus act!
Time for Phase Two.
Chum on a stick! Get your fresh chum right here!
Some chum for you, miss?
Well, all this waiting around for someone to get mauled
is making me a bit hungry.
Here, take this one. It's fresh and warm, like my hospitality!
- Why, thank you! - Just $10, please.
$10? Why would I pay $10
when I can go across the street and get a Krabby Patty for $1?
Exactly!
You don't get this kind of entertainment
with a Krabby Patty, do you?
No, I suppose not.
$10 or the fight's off.
- Ugh. Fine. Whatever. - There you are.
I'm sure I've made a satisfied customer of you already.
That was appalling! What was in that?
Oh, just the usual ingredients.
Some jellyfish squeezings, whale blubber, seahorse snout,
and a sprinkle of anchor rust.
Oh, barnacles! That's foul!
Now, I've been waiting for 20 years
to have the amount of customers Krabs sees every day.
And I won't let that be ruined because the show's "boring"
or the food's "inedible."
So sit down, enjoy the show and buy some chum!
What do we do now, Patrick?
Don't worry, I'm already doing it.
No! Patrick, now is not the time for eating!
Now is the time to avoid being eaten by that giant... Huh?
That's it, Patrick! He's not chasing us!
He's chasing those tasty,
tender, delicious, succulent sausages around your neck!
Chum on a stick. Get your chum. What the...
Oh, great. Now how am I gonna entertain the masses?
Hey! Watch where you're...
Oh, dear!
Phew. Good thing I thought ahead with that escape door.
Try and catch me now, you prissy feline.
No!
Nice kitty! Want some chum?
You know, I'm not one to give compliments out lightly,
but I gotta hand it to you, boy!
If you didn't throw those sausages into the audience,
- we would've been dead! - My pleasure!
Yeah, thanks, buddy!
You really saved my behind. No joke!
I think it's safe to say,
that no matter how diabolical Plankton's plans may be,
he'll never have the loyalty of my good customers.
One Krabby Patty, please.
But of course, my good customer. That'll be $10!
$10? What happened to $1?
Ahem, perhaps you'd like to speak to our financial expert?
Stupid inflation!
Thanks for your business!
Sounds like Squidward ate at Mario's last night.
Good thing no-one's around
to notice his embarrassing—
Those construction workers!
Squidward will die of embarrassment if they hear him.
Poor Squidward.
He must be in too much pain to make courtesy noises.
I'll cover for him.
Whooooa!
Sorry, fellas.
This sure is a noisy trowel.
Listen to this thing!
I really should get it...
SpongeBob, can you keep it down?
I am trying to hone my musical talent here.
You mean that wasn't gastrointestinal distress?
And you guys, do you really think that billboard
is more important than my musical genius?
Well, sorry. But some of us rather enjoy
the Bikini Bottom Symphony Orchestra.
Bikini Bottom Symphony Orchestra?
And we find their public announcements
to be quite interesting.
"Original compositions wanted?"
Me? A famous composer?
Thank you, thank you.
That would be nice.
Ew.
You've really made him happy.
I know what I've done.
OK...?
OK!
Pull it together, Squidward. Put your game face on.
That's better.
Take your time with this one, Squidward.
"Due tomorrow"?
Only one day to write my masterpiece.
Don't worry, Squidward. We'll do it together.
No!
Get out!
Patrick! What are you doing here?
Uh, I don't know.
I'm funny?
Are you sure you don't need any help, Squidward?
No, thank you.
I am a solitary artiste!
SpongeBob?
- Yes, Patrick? - I think I broke my bottom.
Broke your...
Oh, Patrick, you're a card... Whoa!
Yeah.
Ah! Much better.
Patrick, you should see a doctor.
I can't see a doctor.
My job doesn't provide me with health insurance.
- What job is that? - Exactly.
I'm a genius.
The doctor will see you now, Mr. Star.
Mm-hmm, mm-hmm, mm-hmm.
Can't you two be quiet for one day?
My composition is due tomorrow.
Oh, no. No-no-no-no-no-no-no! My patient is very sick.
Hey, I broke my butt.
Become famous, revenge later.
Come on.
Be inspired.
Brilliant.
No!
Why? Why? Why? Oh, why?
Mm-hmm. Mm-hmm. Mm-mm.
Whoo-hoo-hoo!
I did it! Mwah!
Yes!
I did it! I did it! I did it! I did it! And I did it!
Did what?
Here you go, maestro. My masterpiece.
Hmm. Oh. Very unusual.
I think we have our winner, Mr. Tentacles.
Good evening, music lovers of Bikini Bottom.
Tonight, the premiere of a symphony
written by one of our own, Squidward Tentacles.
Huh?
I wrote down everything I heard?
Ow!
Oh! That's gonna leave a mark!
Whoo-hoo!
That poor guy!
Patrick, get off of me!
Now that's what I call music.
That little yellow guy is awesome.
Let us not forget the tubby starfish.
Yeah, but the real genius is the composer.
Squidward! Squidward!
Squidward! Squidward! Squidward!
Wow, Squidward, they really like you.
Just don't get a swelled head.