OK, SpongeBob, it's your turn. I'm ready!
OK, Patrick, here I come!
Whoa!
Nice landing!
Darn, I missed. SpongeBob, look out for my body!
Patrick, maybe we should play
something that involves less thinking.
OK.
Hey, maybe we can play a game
with this ball that was buried under here.
Ball! Let me see it.
- What a weird ball. - Well, who knows how long it...
Oh, Mother of Neptune! Get it away from me!
There's nothing to be afraid of, SpongeBob.
It's just a little worm. See?
You're right, Patrick.
I'm sorry we destroyed your nest, little worm.
I promise it won't happen again.
Look, Patrick.
Looks like he's taken a fancy to you.
Yeah. Hey!
Why don't we invite Mr. Wormsley to stay at my place?
At least until his nest grows back.
That sounds delightful.
Gary! Make yourself decent!
You have a visitor.
Gary, wake up!
That's right, just bring him in here.
Careful, careful now.
- That's right.
Oh, hi, Gary. Are you ready to meet your new friend?
- That's right!
Say hello to Mr. Wormsley.
Something tells me they don't like each other.
Come on now, guys, come on.
Let's touch soft parts in a friendly manner.
- See, you're just saying hi.
That's it, there you go. That's it.
Oh, I knew you could get along. There, there you go.
See? Friends.
- Oh! Oh, my goodness!
Patrick, oh! Oh, Patrick, please, do something!
Uh, SpongeBob, I gotta get going.
I'll check in on you later,
and see how your new pet is doing. OK?
OK, Patrick. See you la—
Oh, get it off me! Somebody, please! Please!
All right, Gary. Just so there isn't any more upset,
I'm gonna ask that you sleep on the guest newspaper tonight,
and Mr. Wormsley is gonna be sleeping in here with me.
- Now, now, Gary.
There's no need for protest.
See? I fixed it up all nice for you. There you are.
Night, Gar.
Sounds like Patrick is having one of his night fits again.
I'll just close the window.
Mr. Wormsley?
Whoa! I'll be right back, Mr. Wormsley.
I'm gonna go get help. Whatever's wrong, don't move!
Just, uh, read the sports section or something.
He's in here.
No, I can't look!
- SpongeBob? - Yes?
Something tells me Mr. Wormsley is actually a Mrs. Wormsley.
Oh, Patrick, it's a miracle!
That it is.
Wait till Gary sees.
Yeah, wait till...
See, Gar, they're right in here.
Quiet, now. They were born less than...
Looks like they're still not quite used to each other.
- Well, these things take time.
Duck and cover!
This town is getting too rough for me.
He's chased her away. Now who will care for
her abandoned litter of adorable newborn infants?
Well, maybe you can take care of them.
Oh, no way, Patrick. I've never seen Gary that upset.
- Ga-who? - Nope.
You and I are just gonna have to find loving homes
for each and every one of these guys.
- Right, Patrick?
Patrick?
Don't worry, little guys.
Squidward's a really good friend of mine,
and he really likes pets.
SpongeBob, what are you doing here?
Don't you know that it's seven in the morning?
I came here with a special surprise.
Don't you know that it's seven in the morning?
How would you like to have your very own pet baby worm?
Don't you know that it's... A what?
Baby worm. See?
Aren't they just adorable at that age?
So, how many did you want?
Yes? Oh, it's you, SpongeBob.
- What are you, uh, doing here?
Not that the teacher's most enthusiastic student
- isn't welcome in her house...
- Good morning, Mrs. Puff.
It almost was.
- Would you like a baby worm? - A what?
Uh, I'll just come back later, Mrs. Puff. Have a nice day!
I hate Mondays.
Don't worry, little worms. I know a place we can go
to find homes for every single one of you.
Good morning, ma'am. How are you today?
Could I interest you in some... Ma'am?
That whistling... It's... Larry Lobster.
Hi, Larry. What you up to?
- Do I know you? - Probably not.
I was just picking up some dietary supplements
here at the supermarket.
I've been working on my chest... and buns.
- So I see. - Well, catch you later.
Oh, Larry, wait...
No time now. Somewhere, there's sand that needs kicking.
OK, I was just gonna see if you wanted
one of these poor, lonely, baby worms.
- Baby worms? - Well, yeah.
- I'll take 'em off your hands. - Really?
Sure, why not? That's just what the nutritionist ordered.
- Raw protein! - Larry, no!
Dude, nice hustle.
Oh, little wormies, I'm so glad you're safe.
Now, let's go see about finding you those homes I promised.
- Yello? - SpongeBob, it's Mr. Krabs.
I've been looking all over for you. You're three hours late!
Hello?
I'm sorry, Mr. Krabs, I came as quick as I could.
SpongeBob, are you sure you're feeling ship-shape?
I'm sorry, Mr. Krabs.
My pet worm had babies, then got chased away,
and now I gotta find them all a place to live.
- Babies? - Yeah.
- Let me see. - Really?
Yeah, come on, let me see them. I like babies.
- Well, OK. - Hey there, little critters.
Come to...
Oh, he likes you!
Get that disgusting vermin out of me restaurant, pronto!
Blech!
Oh, well, at least I still have you guys.
Hmm...
- What is it?
I'd recognize this goo anywhere.
It comes from a baby spotted glistening meadow worm.
The rarest of its species.
Dude, those things are worth a fortune.
Did you say fortune?
5.99, that's right, get them while they last.
- Don't be shy, folks. - These things are so cute!
Enjoy your new home, little guy.
Isn't he just adorable?
That sure was a great idea you had, Mr. Krabs.
Well, it's like they always say back in the Old Country, lad.
- What's that? - I don't know.
I've never been to the Old Country!
Oh, come on, Karen, please!
Well, if you must know...
There's nothing wrong with Chum Bucket fare. Look!
Here's a fresh batch of a delicious new Chum sauce.
It's called Spicy Chum Surprise.
- Uh...
Delectable!
Oh, I'm sure it'll be a huge success.
Sorry, no time for your senseless chatter.
I've got a customer to attend to.
OK, so what about the Krabby Cola?
We don't serve Krabby Cola.
We carry Bucket Bubbler and Chum Cherry Blast.
OK, well, then can I just make sure
I get those Krabby fries with extra Krabby sauce?
How many times must I say it?
We don't carry Krabby fries, we don't carry Krabby Cola,
we don't carry Krabby sauce
and we don't carry Krabby patties!
So, if you want any of those things,
you're gonna have to go to the Krusty Krab,
which is located directly across the street.
- Thanks for the directions. - Anytime.
What is wrong with people?
Honestly, I don't think anyone in Bikini Bottom
would know a decent meal if it looked them right in the eye
and said, "Hello, I'm a decent meal. Wonderful to meet you.
Please pay money for me, and then put me in your mouth
so your old pal Plankton
doesn't lose everything he spent his life working for!"
Yeah, and if anyone ever did order one of your meals,
it probably would look 'em in the eye.
You know, Karen, sometimes I wonder
if you're here to help me run the Chum Bucket
or just to make me feel like I'm two inches tall.
Maybe in heels.
If it wasn't for me,
you probably wouldn't even remember to blink.
Oh, come on! When we first met, you were little more
than a jumbled mass of diodes and wires.
I made you what you are today. Literally!
So, don't think you couldn't be replaced in a heartbeat.
- Ow! - What's the matter?
My eye is burning, and I don't know why.
Blink.
Oh, yeah, thanks for reminding me. Now, where was I?
You were threatening to replace me.
Oh, yeah. I don't need you!
I could make a whole army of computers
that might actually help me steal the formula.
Oh, please.
I'll show you, woman!
Oh, Karen?
Now what?
Could you come here for a moment?
What do you want?
Feast your, uh, screen on this.
That's my replacement? It's a toaster.
That, my dear, is a T119-A Comp-u-matic.
The finest of its kind.
- Good morning, sir. - Good morning, T119-A.
They're supposed to do that.
Next, behold the Noxious Enterprises Super SPU31.
Liquid-cooled mobile processing unit,
a mind-staggering combination of both power and refinement.
That'll help you get the formula.
And now, Karen, the pièce de résistance.
Have you ever witnessed such marvelous machinery?
It sort of just looks like an old hair dryer
taped to the back of a miniature windmill.
I could see how someone at your level of technical knowledge
would think that, Karen.
But in actuality, what you are looking at is...
Oh, right.
I don't recall you ever having reason to own a hair dryer.
OK, here we go.
Are you gonna make me get the picture down again?
What picture?
You see? Plenty of reason to be using a hair dryer.
Why are we even talking about this?
Because you were the one who said...
- What's going on?
Dear Neptune!
Karen, do something!
Quick, they're tearing each other apart!
Just press a button or something!
Not that one!
Well, it's good to see that strategy didn't fall flat.
You know, Karen, with you around,
I'm beginning to wonder how I'm still alive.
Oh, so, it's my fault, is it?
That's right! Now it's all clear.
It's you who've been holding me back!
In fact, if it weren't for your constant stifling,
I'd have the whole world running for the safety of their mommies!
You and your crack team of robots, huh?
Maybe I could iron out a few bugs.
But then you'll see just how much I need you.
Karen? What's this?
It's words on paper.
It says, "Dear Plankton,
I've logged onto another network.
I just can't go into sleep mode at night
knowing that you'll continue blaming me
for all of your failures.
Anyway, you're a grown single-celled organism
and allowed to make your own syntax errors.
Nice knowing you, Karen."
Ah, who needs her? Not me!
I'm gonna steal that Krabby Patty formula
from Mr. Krabs once and for all.
And then we'll see who's made the error.
Ow!
"PS, don't forget to blink."
Oh, yeah.
OK, team, listen up.
We're on our own now,
so we don't have anything holding us back.
Now, I know you all look upon me kindly since I am your creator,
but the last thing the Chum Bucket needs,
if we're gonna be victorious,
is a bunch of soft... uh... software.
Does everybody understand?
I said, does everybody understand?
All right, then, let's do this! T119-A, to position.
SPU31 to position.
Command module to position!
Now, let's see Krab stop this.
I'll show him. I'll show them all!
This just in, a diabolical
albeit haphazardly thrown together machine
is attacking Bikini Bottom,
and is headed straight for the Krusty Krab!
Why is the local news always such rubbish?
Hey, Squidward, look.
I finally figured out a way to get my mop wet
without dipping it in the bucket.
SpongeBob, nobody cares about...
Hey!
Krabs, I want to see you!
OK, boy, get out there!
Um, hello. What do you want, robot thing, sir?
Oh, hey, Plankton. What are you doing here?
I'm here for the secret formula, you twit.
I want you to go in there and tell Krabs
that if he doesn't turn over the formula to me,
he will be subjected to utter annihilation at my...
- Are you getting this? - Mm-mm.
Ah, moron!
OK, I'll make it simple.
Krabs, give me secret formula,
or I bring big boom-boom to Krusty Krab. Got it?
"Krabs, give me secret formula, or..."
- What was that other thing? - Ah, forget it!
Bring on the boom-boom!
Battle stations, men! Here he comes!
We're all doomed, we're all doomed,
we're all doomed!
Doomed, doom, doom-doom-doom!
We're all doomed, we're all doomed,
we're all doomed!
Later.
- Hey, what gives?
Oh, curse you, cruel fate! Once again,
you've left me covered in the sticky goo of my own folly.
Only this time... I'm all alone.
Karen! You've come back to me!
Actually, I just came to get my keyboard.
Oh, I knew you couldn't stay away, I knew it!
Right, let me guess, another failure?
What are you gonna do? Machines these days, right?
Uh, listen, sweetie, I'm sorry about what I said.
Truth is, I could never replace you, honey bunch.
Let's go home, huh?
OK.
Hey, I can whip us up a little dinner, what do you say?
- Want me to leave you again? - Or we could go out!
That'd be fine, too.