- Hey, Patrick. - Hey, SpongeBob.
- All ready to go jelly fishing? - Nope.
Just kidding!
I see you've even brought your double net!
Yep! It's three times as fun.
Uh, Patrick, don't you mean twice as fun?
- What is? - You're... never mind.
Ooh! SpongeBob, that reminds me.
We should probably check the weather report before we go.
Good idea.
[TV] And now, the weather!
Here we go.
Thank you, Phil.
Today's weather forecast calls for...
a horrible storm will ravage the Bikini Bottom area.
A horrible storm?
You heard me. Panic is not advised,
although it is recommended.
Also, an advisory has been issued
to avoid any and all jelly fishing if possible.
Patrick, help me get these boards nailed up.
SpongeBob, this seems like a strange time
to start decorating.
Start dec—?
You, sir, obviously do not recognize fine decorating
when you see it!
Admire it later, Patrick.
We've gotta get my house converted to a shelter
capable of withstanding weather.
You can say that again.
- Actually, I can't. - Why?
Because I just stepped on one of these nails!
Gotcha!
Now, just one quick flick of the wrist and...
Violin!
Whew! Nice work, buddy.
Now my house can withstand
anything nature has to throw at us.
I guess Squidward's not part of nature.
Squidward! Did you come to weather out the storm with us?
No! I... What storm?
The one Phil Prafloonsner told us about.
- Who's that? - The weatherman on the news.
I can't understand a word you're saying.
Come on, Squidward. It'll be fun!
While the elements rage outside,
we'll snuggle in here and pass the time by playing board games,
playing Tic Tac Toe, and drinking hot cocoa,
and playing Tic Tac Toe, and doing jigsaw puzzles,
and watching TV, and drinking hot cocoa,
and doing jigsaw puzzles,
and playing board games, and drinking hot tea.
- I thought it was cocoa! - Oh, yeah. Hot cocoa...
- We'll be drinking. - That's better.
Well, I think I'll pass.
Even if I let you borrow my huggly, snuggly bunny slippers?
Hmm. I'll have to think about that.
OK! But you better think fast.
Patrick here really loves my...
Squidward! Welcome back! Here's your slippers.
There. That's better.
What's better about it? I liked it better before,
when I could see!
The lights went off.
Yes, they did. When you turned them off!
- SpongeBob! - Patrick, what is it?
I never realized how delicious your hot cocoa is!
Oh, thank you, Patrick.
Oh, boy. How about some of those games you promised?
OK, boys. Let's roll to see who goes first.
This is Tic Tac Toe.
You don't roll to see who goes first!
He's right. You play rock, paper, scissors for it.
Oh, yeah.
One.
- Two. - Three.
It's a tie.
Darn it!
One, two, three!
Darn it! Ooh! I'll get you next time.
One, two, three.
- Tie. - Darn it!
- One, two, three. - Tie.
Darn it!
There! I win, see?
Hmm.
I'm not seeing anything there.
Yeah, looks like a lot of junk.
What do you mean you're not seeing anything?
There's three in a row right here!
Tic Tac Toe!
Easy, friend.
Yeah, relax, Squidward. We're just here to have fun.
Oh, OK. Yeah, OK. Here we go.
- Congratulations, Squidward! - Well played.
Come on, Patrick. You can do it!
- Be the puzzle piece.
Cannot... complete... jigsaw... puzzle.
Difficulty level too advanced.
Rate... of... brain... activity... increasing...
aging process... by 30 years...
per second.
Come on, Grandpa. You can do it.
You've got a few good years of life left in you.
Eh?
Go, Patrick, go! Go, Patrick, go! Go, Patrick, go!
I told you creatures I was trying to take a nap over here.
Now, for the last time, can't you just...
Hang on. Patrick was just about to figure out
where the last piece of this puzzle goes.
- Weren't you, Patrick? - Who's the green guy?
It's the last piece of the puzzle!
There's only one place it can go! Right here!
Squidward, it wasn't your turn. That's cheating!
Cheating? It's a jigsaw puzzle! You can't cheat!
Oh, it's OK. We'll just start over.
I gotta get out of here!
Oh, welcome back, Squidward.
We were right about to start figuring out
where this first puzzle piece goes.
Oh! Maybe Squidward can help us—
- No, he can't. - Please, Squidward?
- No way. - Please?
I have an even better idea.
- What is it? - Yeah, tell us!
Tell us! Tell us! Tell us!
Shh! Quiet time.
It's a game called Boundaries.
Ooh! Ooh!
Yes, Patrick?
Ah, will there be any spelling in this game?
- Oh, no. No spelling. - Yes!
It's very simple.
The object of the game is to see
how long everyone can leave Squidward alone.
Until the storm passes,
he will stay inside boundaries
he defines with chalk lines on the floor.
- I have a question! - What?
Where are you gonna get the chalk?
I brought some.
Brilliant work as usual, Squidward.
Now, all I have to do is sit here
until this storm blows over.
Wait a minute! I'm starving!
SpongeBob's gotta have some snacks in here somewhere.
Ah, jackpot!
Meow!
I bet you wish you had some of this, don't—
Snail food?
I gotta find some real food.
Maybe in the kitchen.
Halt! Nobody is to cross this boundary!
I'm the one who drew this line you're not supposed to cross.
If you drew it, let me see your identification papers.
Identifi... Fine!
When this storm is over, you're gonna regret this, mister.
What? I don't have them! They must be in my other pants!
If you just let me cross, I can go and get them.
Please, I promise I'll...
You may be telling the truth.
Oh, thank you! Thank you, thank you!
- I'm so hungry I— - But then again, you may not.
Come with me. We shall find out the truth.
That'll be the day!
Stop that cephalopod!
Please! I just wanna get back onto my side of the boundary!
This I cannot allow! It is against the rules!
But all I wanted was something to eat!
Did somebody say "something to eat"?
My food!
Your food?
Hey! I want some too!
Is this really what we've come to?
Is one little storm all it takes
to turn us into complete animals?
Apparently so.
Well, that and a refrigerator full of food, anyways.
Hey, did you hear that?
Oh. It's just Patrick gnawing on his can.
No, not that! I mean from outside!
- I don't hear anything. - The storm must have stopped!
- Squidward, wait! - Whoo-hoo!
So long, suckers!
Ah, curse you, Prafloonsner.
And good riddance.
Next time, read the sign about our mandatory
"side of fries" policy!
Another bright-eyed, bushy-tailed customer.
- I... - Wanna stop spending money here?
Don't worry. I'm not gonna keep you from doing what you want!
Give him a Krabby Patty with the works!
- I'm not hungry! - Oh, that's funny.
I'll think about that one while you buy some kelp soda.
Boy! You're doing it all wrong.
Here, take this.
Now you can flip two patties at the same time,
- do twice the work.
- Mr. Krabs, you're a... - Genius? Perhaps.
Or maybe I'm just a little off.
Wow, if only I was a little off.
Are you gonna let me out of here? Help!
Formula! Blasted flimsy nails!
How am I supposed to hide my formula in this nonsense?
Ah, well. It's the life I chose to live.
Did you see that?
Yeah, Krabs hides his formula under the floor. So what?
So everything! That means I know where it is!
Doesn't mean you can get to it.
What kind of wife... We'll see about that.
I knew this baby would come in handy.
- Uh-huh. - Turn on the navigation system.
Let's get this show on the road!
Dig 50 meters, then turn right.
At this rate we'll have the formula before you can say—
Barnacles! Now what?
It appears we've stumbled into a mishap.
Now we're stuck between a rock and a hard place, literally.
Well, let's just dig deeper and go around it.
The only problem with that—
Shh! Can't you see I'm concentrating?
Yes! You see what happens
when you let me make my own decisions?
Now maybe we'll get some—
What happened?
Well, right before you started making your own decisions,
I was about to say
we're digging right above an underground cave.
The majesty!
I've never seen such beauty.
Sob, sob, cry, sob.
It's such a shame no-one else can see it.
Plankton, I think I know how we can push Krabs out of business.
We'll lure the customers underground
with this gorgeous scenery!
Karen, please. I'm trying to process my emotions!
Karen! I think I know how we can push Krabs out of business!
We'll lure the customers underground
with this gorgeous scenery!
- Man, I'm good.
Cave dwellers!
Whoa!
Get back!
That's better!
From now on, you shall be my minions,
servants to follow my every order.
I decree this kingdom to be called the Chum Caverns!
And may the people of Bikini Bottom shudder
in awe of its majesty.
Hurry up, Mom!
I wanna see the Chum Caverns before the line gets too long!
Never you mind, Suzy. It's already too late for that.
You know, this stuff is hideously inedible.
But your decor is so amazing, I can't resist spending my money.
Two orders of Chum Nuggets, please.
That certainly is Chum.
And such steamy Chumminess deserves recompense.
Oh, I'll take that.
Eat your twisted, blackened, money-grubbing heart out, Krabs.
I'm even profiting off your most loyal ally.
I'm running out of space for this stuff!
Got an empty safe I can borrow, Krabs?
But seriously, this is getting really heavy.
Patrick, isn't this place amazing?
Here's your Chum Nuggets, buddy.
Oh, I almost forgot. Your Chum Kebab!
Uh, I guess you don't come down here for the food anyway.
You come down here to admire the splendor
of the Chum Caverns.
That and the gift shop.
That's right, Patrick. The gift shop!
Yeah, baby! I've got Cavern Fever!
Where have you been? What's that thing on your head?
It's a stalag-miter.
Available exclusively at the Chum Caverns gift shop.
How dare you spend all the money I don't pay you
at my arch rival's!
Boy, Plankton's really cleaning up down there.
Which means the only way to pick this business up
is to run it into the ground.
Another order of Chum Balls.
Huh?
Krabs? What are you doing here?
I'm here to steal back my customers.
With the savory flavor of a Krabby Patty. Now go get it.
Krabs, you can't just slither down here
and steal all my customers.
- It's unethical. - Unethical?
This is all perfectly legit. I call full drilling rights.
Sea turtles! He called it.
He always was good with legal jargon.
Alright, Krabs.
If you think it's fair to undercut my business,
then I'm gonna undercut you!
How does it feel, Krabs?
Being in the hole, so to speak.
Not well, I'd imagine. Now hold still so I can bury you.
Not if I bury you first!
Eh?
Fine, Krabs. Have it your way!
We're trapped, trapped, trapped, I tell you!
This is all your fault. I ought to boil and butter you for this!
Plankton, I don't think you grasp the severity
of our situation.
We're trapped down here, as in... there is no way out!
Ha! There may be no way out for you, Krabs,
but you needn't worry about me.
My diminutive stature allows me
to slip through rubble with ease.
I can't make it! We're doomed!
Uh-huh. That's what I've been trying to tell you.
Comfort me!
Look at us, old, gray.
Nearing the end.
Say, Plankton, if we ever make it out of here with our lives,
let's agree to work together.
You're right, Krabs. Let's bury the hatchet now and forever.
We have a deal. No more bickering.
No more skullduggery of any kind.
Yeah. Hang on a minute. Don't you hear that?
Surprise!
You found us, boy! I should pay you for this.
Or just pay me for the job I already do.
Hey, Plankton, we're free! Where'd he go?
I'm way ahead of you, Krabs.
You better not be trying to steal my formula!
I am, and I will!
But what about our deal?
What? We're still working together. Come on.
You're helping me steal your formula.
That's it! Just wait till I get my claws on you!
Now to get that formula!
Satisfied with yourself, Plankton?
Now you've trapped us all underground.
At least we're in a good restaurant.
Captive customers. I should have thought of this sooner!
But without Squidward I'll need someone to work the register.