bikini bottom prison.
Home of the worst of the worst...
And, currently of that little miscreant, plankton,
Otherwise known as number 6-5-5-3-2-1.
- All inmates to "a" level.
- Come on, number 6-5-5-3-2-1.
Let's move it!
- Yeah, yeah, keep your shirt on.
- Psst! Hey, sheldon.
- Spongebob!
What in the seashell are you doing here?
- Mr. Krabs arranged for me to work here on weekends.
He wants me to keep an eye on you.
- Excuse me.
Doesn't this count as cruel and unusual punishment?
- Pipe down, pipsqueak!
- Look! They even gave me a training baton.
Hi, karen!
Look, plankton!
Karen came to visit.
And she brought you a cake.
- Do you mind?
- Oh, uh, I'll be right over here.
- So, honey, is you-know-what inside?
- You mean flour, sugar, milk and eggs?
- No! no, the secret ingredient.
- Oh, you mean love.
- I mean, the file.
- What? The file?
Well, I'm glad you're not the baker in the family.
The file?
Who would put a file in a cake?
- Karen, you've got to get me out of here!
Whew!
- You gonna eat that?
- I'm not even sure what that is.
- Thanks. - Wait a second.
I didn't say you could— - you gonna drink that?
Thanks. - Hey! I need that!
For my bones!
Someone didn't finish their beans.
- Them's my beans.
- Oh. Well, enjoy.
- Wait! Put me down!
Oh-oh.
You can't eat me!
I'm bikini bottom's most evil genius!
- Hey! What did you say?
- I said, "I'm plankton, blast it!"
- You ain't plankton.
- We're all big fans of that maniacal little miscreant!
- That's plankton!
And you don't look nothing like him.
- Hey! I'm in here!
I'm plankton!
- Okay! That does it!
Here comes the pain.
- Are we near the airport?
- ow!
Hey! Gather 'round, fellow convicts!
It is I,
The one and only sheldon j. Plankton,
Evil genius!
that's him!
- So let me get this straight.
You lowlifes respect me?
- Are you kidding?
You're criminal royalty.
Every crime you commit is more dangerous
Than the last.
- You're the worst guy in this joint.
And that means you're the greatest,
In our twisted eyes!
- We'd do anything for you, big guy.
With this pack of criminals,
I could steal the secret formula like that!
Okay, gang.
We need to bust out of this joint.
Any thoughts?
- Uh... - Ow!
- Duh... - We could wait for parole?
- We could ask them nicely.
- Yeah, I can see why you're still in jail.
Think, people!
We need a plan.
- We could bust out of here in no time,
If only we had some chum.
- Yeah! That's what we need.
Yeah, good old chum.
Say what, now?
- Chum's amazing.
- That's why you're our hero.
- You're the creator of chum.
- Chum? What use is chum?
- It makes a great disguise.
Oh! It's working!
It's twisting my appearance!
what a hideous monster!
Please take this money
So I don't have to look at your disgusting features!
Yeah, worked great.
Until, you know, they caught me.
- Have you ever tried eating it?
- Heavens, no!
- You know what else chum is great for?
Robbin' banks.
- The stench of chum is unbearable.
- But have you tried it on a bun?
- No way, brother. Never.
I like my tongue in one piece.
- Every crook in town uses chum.
- Really?
Maybe I overlooked chum's hidden potential.
Fellow ne'er-do-wells,
If it's chum you want,
It's chum you shall have.
Luckily, I happen to know the recipe.
It's time for a jailbreak!
Listen up, you reprobates!
Chum requires specialized ingredients
Of the highest quality.
- Mr. Plankton, does this meet
Your rigid manufacturing standards?
- Hmm, you there.
Sniff this sock.
- Yes!
Let us begin.
Cultured fungus growth medium.
- Here you go, boss.
- Subtropical vegetal matter.
- Duh, right here.
- Organic filler.
- Gotcha covered.
- Hey, you!
Come here!
Blow.
Live bacterial culture.
Now, to secure the containment vessel.
Agitate preliminary compound.
And quality inspection.
♪ ahh
oh!
- Boys, I think it's time we evacuated this institution.
Huh?
It's time to break out of prison, you dopes!
Ooh!
- A jailbreak?
I've got to warn mr. Krabs.
- Not bad.
If I could only paint 'em smaller.
- Mr. Krabs!
What is it?
- Plankton's breaking out of jail tonight,
And he's coming to the krusty krab
With a bunch of criminals
To steal the krabby patty formula!
What do we do?
- Tonight, eh?
That doesn't leave me much time.
This is gonna be close.
But we'll be ready for 'em.
Whoa-ho-whoa, there.
Why are you two out of your cells?
- Reggie thinks this hanky smells like kelp berries.
- Oh, he does, does he?
I'll be the judge of that.
- Chum!
Detonator!
Is this detonator made out of soap?
- I carved it myself.
- Launch me!
- Freeze, plankton!
Hold it right there!
- Oh-oh.
It worked!
- It's a jailbreak, men!
Quick! To the wall!
Before they escape!
Run! Run! Run! Run!
Jump! Jump! Jump! Jump!
- What in the name of electrolysis?
- Nice try, prisoners.
But you'll never penetrate a wall of living guards.
Let's round up those escaping miscreants!
Oh, dear. I cannot move!
It appears that we have become ensnared
In our own defenses.
- Oh, my.
That is a dilly of a pickle.
Oh, well.
If you can't escape through the back wall,
I guess we'll have to leave through the front door!
Quickly, my fellow felons.
Follow me to the krusty krab!
- Oh, mr. Krabs!
They're almost here!
- Don't worry, spongebob.
We're ready for 'em.
- I gave you your freedom.
Now bring me the krabby patty formula!
Heave-ho!
Heave—
- They got past me.
Me restaurant!
yes.
With my new gang of vicious convicts,
You're no match for me now, krabs.
Fellow jailbirds,
Bring me the krabby patty formula!
- Sorry, boss.
We looked everywhere for it,
But we can't find it.
- Did you try looking in the safe?
- Oh.
- Eureka!
- Plankton, don't do it!
- Sorry, krabs,
Nothing can stop me now.
- Except the law.
- What's happening?
- Spongebob warned me you were planning a jailbreak.
So I took the precaution
Of hiding the entire bikini bottom police force
In me safe.
- Come along, plankton.
It's back to jail for you.
hey!
Watch where you're pointing that thing, buster.
- Just move along.
- Well, thanks to your hard work,
The krabby patty recipe is safe.
- And you win again.
- Yep, I'm a winner.
- Just a couple more additives, spongebob.
Oh, and try not to breathe the fumes.
- Is it toxic patty Tuesday?
- Barnacles, no, boyo.
The customers keep passing off their dirty, filthy money,
So we're cooking up the only solution powerful enough
To clean it.
- Well, then, let's get cleaning.
- Hold on, kiddo.
We still have one more ingredient.
- How much do we need? - Careful, spongebob!
Just two drops of that stuff could...
- Got it. Two drops—
- Blow our faces off.
- Fax coming through, boss.
- We can get it later.
Infiltration achieved.
Phase one, complete.
Now for phase two.
Sabotage!
Well, my dependable spatula, shall we?
- Wow! Phase two is great!
My favorite phase so far.
No pulse!
We're losing him!
Hang in there, buddy!
- What's all the ruckus? - Clear!
clear!
- Pull yourself together, boy.
So your spatula snapped.
Go get yourself a new one!
- I'll never forget you.
quit that, boy.
It's creepy.
"spat-u-lers" can't talk.
And if I catch youse talking to your next one,
I'll lock you up in a padded kitchen.
Just like clockwork.
- the twerp approaches.
Time for phase three.
- Oh, hi, plankton!
What brings you to harvey's spatula emporium?
- Oh, just picking up one of these.
Not that you'd know what it is.
- Well, judging from its diameter
And vermillion color,
I am looking at the handle cap
For a vintage grill force 700 spatula.
- Wow! A fellow spatula enthusiast, I see.
You're right, spongebob.
But with a few modifications,
It'll serve as the endcap for my sizzlemaster.
- Well, I've never even heard of that model.
- Well, there is only one.
And some say it has magical grilling powers.
- Wow! I must know more.
- Well, you could come over and check it out.
- That sounds thrilling!
But I do need to hurry back to work.
spongebob,
It's a magical spatula with a legend.
This is a once-in-a-lifetime experience.
Onward to the chum bucket!
Hey, it's this way, kid.
Feast your absorbent eyes on this!
wow!
This is the greatest spatula collection
On the whole seafloor.
- These are nothing compared to...
The majestic sizzlemaster!
- ♪ ahh
- Yes, spongebob.
I believe the sizzlemaster has found its fry cook
In you!
- The legend of the sizzlemaster
Has been fulfilled!
And since you are its fry cook,
It will reduce your workload tenfold.
- Hey, that rhymes!
Almost.
- Yes, a legend has been fulfilled today.
Go forth, spongebob.
Wouldn't want you to miss the lunch rush.
or, as I like to call it,
Phase four.
- Phase four?
How many phases are there in this convoluted plan?
- Enough, my sarcastic wife.
Enough to gain spongebob's trust,
Then steal the krabby patty formula
Right from under his dumb yellow nose!
Now to tune in sponge-boob.
- I'm back, mr. Krabs.
Did I miss anything?
- You're gonna be missing a job
If you don't get in that kitchen.
The lunch rush is nigh!
- These orders have really piled up.
- And don't forget these.
- Well, nothing me and the sizzlemaster can't handle.
- That's right spongebob!
Let's show this lunch rush what for!
- Hmm, I must be hearing things.
'cause mr. Krabs says spatulas can't talk.
- Well, I can!
The mystical sizzlemaster can do all!
- Mr. Krabs said he'd put me in a padded kitchen
If he caught me talking to you.
- Spongebob! - I wasn't taking to my spatula!
- I don't care if you were.
The customers are about to snap!
- Time to focus.
- You know, spongebob,
There's a much faster way to do this.
- Oh?
- Wow! Pretty good.
But we're a long, long way from filling all these orders.
- Hey, sponge.
I know a way to double our productivity.
I'll handle things here at the grill, alone,
While you man the condiments, huh?
- Hey! That's a great idea!
But you man the condiments, I'll take the grill.
Sorry, but I don't trust anyone with this baby, but me.
- Drat!
- Hey, squid guy!
Where's my lunch?
- Stay back, you ravenous brutes.
Oh! - Orders, ahoy!
Wow, sizzlemaster!
You truly are magical.
We're catching up.
But we got an empty grill here.
- Leave it to me, kid.
- All right, good night, boyo.
Heading home.
Thanks for all the extra greenbacks you earned me today.
- Don't thank me, mr. Krabs.
Thank my new magic talking spatula.
- Ooh, that's great spongebob.
Wait a minute.
What did I tell ya about talking to "spat-u-lers."
Only do it if it makes me money.
- Well, you can really do wonders, sizzlemaster.
Today was great.
- It sure was, spongebob.
And maybe tomorrow I can even handle the grill for you, huh?
unlikely.
But a spatula can dream.
See you tomorrow. - Dang it!
I need spongebob to trust me behind that grill
For this plan to work.
Hmm. Oh!
Hey, spongebob! - Yes?
- How about you take me back to your place tonight?
I mean, I could help you around the house.
- Well, I'm not going to be grilling tonight,
But thank you.
- Oh, I am so much more than a patty flipper.
I'm a multipurpose tool.
- Oh. Hey, do you clean snail litter boxes?
Sure! - Gross.
- It's not like it's actually me touching it, so...
- Here she is.
Home sweet pineapple.
- Infiltration complete.
Time to execute phase five!
You're such a joyful being, sizzlemaster.
Here's that litter box you said you'd clean.
gah!
Karen!
I thought I told you not to put smell sensors
On the spatula!
- Whoop!
- Mmm, mmm.
Wow! I'm three hours early to work.
Thanks to you, sizzlemaster.
- That's no problem, buddy.
Hey, why don't you take a seat
While I get to work for you?
- Well, don't mind if I do.
- Would you like me to man the grill for you today?
- Uh, eh...
- You deserve a break.
And I've been able to handle everything else for you, so...
- That is true.
Well, I guess I can trust you with my grill
While I take a brief respite.
Yes! Phase five is finally complete!
Time to kick phase six into overdrive!
Yes, burn patties, burn!
Charred krabby patty bits?
Sizzlemaster, what happened?
- Oh, spongebob, I'm sorry.
I just wasn't used to this grill.
All of the krabby patties are gone.
- Oh, no!
- Hey, I got an idea.
I can mix up some new patties in a jiff.
If we just go get the krabby patty secret formula.
- Oh, yeah! Okay.
It's just over here in the safe.
- Yes! Yes!
Hey, whatcha doing, boy?
- Oh, my new magical talking spatula
That I got from plankton
Says it needs your krabby patty secret formula.
- Spongebob! No!
Uh, I mean, it was your talking spatula, you say?
That you got from plankton?
well, why didn't you say so?
Here, give your talking spatula this recipe.
- Mr. Krabs, I think your blinker's broken.
- Just read it.
- Aye, aye.
Okay, sizzlemaster.
The first ingredient is...
"5 gallons combustible cooking oil."
- Yes!
Karen, begin production!
- "one sack coral dust, extra spicy.
"one bucket fire algae paste.
"and the final ingredient,
Disulfide."
- Yes!
Wait, how much disulfide?
- "the whole enchilada."
- I had no idea this stuff was approved
For restaurant use.
- Oh, it's not...
Plankton.
- Krabs?
Oh, no.
- Quite a volatile concoction,
Eh, planky?
- Must be explosive patty Wednesday,
Eh, mr. Krabs?
You got that right, boyo.
- oh, hardy-har-har.