- All right, Krusty crew.
I want to remind you all
that you're representing the Krusty Krab—
the greasiest greasy spoon
you'll ever have the privilege of serving!
- Whoo! You tell 'em, Mr. Krabs.
Bring it around town! Yeah!
Bring it around somewhere!
Open the doors
and let the consuming commence!
I'll be in me office polishing yesterday's booty.
"I'll be in me office
polishing yesterday's booty."
- I heard that, Mr. Squidward!
- It wasn't an insult, Mr. Krabs.
It was a—a—a—a tribute.
Haven't you ever heard of "imitation is
the sincerest form of flattery"?
- You trying to tell me that was a "complerment"?
- Exactly, it's my homage to you and your love of money.
Well, you got me there.
I do love money.
Excellent observation, Mr. Squidward.
- Oh, boy, that was a close one.
- Yes, it was a very close one, Squidward.
Close and warm.
Mr. Krabs was really flattered by your imitation.
- Already forgot about it.
Imitation plus flattery equals happy people.
- Whoa, okay. Everybody, come on now.
Settle down, time to eat your patties.
Whoa, okay now.
Everybody, settle down. Time to eat your patties.
Huh?
- Wow, that's just like me.
I said eat your patties!
Hurry up, SpongeBob,
I need two double orders of Krabby Krust stat.
- No problem, Squidward, I'll get you those orders
as soon as possible.
Or never, whichever comes first.
Oh, swoon.
That imitation stuff really works.
Look out, world!
I'm gonna flatter your socks off.
Hmm. Nope.
Ah.
Hey, there, Patrick old buddy.
- What?
Oh, hi, Patrick. What's shaking?
- I'm gonna eat ice cream and go jellyfishing
with my good buddy SpongeBob.
- Sounds good to me, "me."
- Ah, it's just me. Patrick. Fooled ya.
You can't fool me, "me."
That's the worst SpongeBob impression
I've ever seen.
Wait, what?
Rook to king four.
Check-mate.
- Plankton, maybe we should play a game
that's a little less dangerous.
You're flatter than hammered horse hockey.
Cattywampus, Plankton.
You're just about the teeniest gal-dang critter I ever did see.
Yee-haw!
And you are the fuzziest
nut-eating scientist I've ever seen.
I like to use science for good.
Really? I always use science for evil!
That is me to a Texas "T," SpongeBob.
He nailed you too, Plankton.
- It was okay.
He got my face right, but that voice is terrible.
- Oh, those impressions are making everyone so happy,
I can't stop doing them.
I can't. I won't.
Meow.
80,000 impressions later.
Would you please stop imitating me?
It is starting to get very annoying.
- Uh, can I have some extra napkins please?
Oh, you want some extra napkins, please?
- Stop it! Stop imitating me!
For the love of Neptune, shut your talented mouth!
- Okay, bye.
Yup, everybody still loves it.
Are we having fun yet,
Squidward Tentacles?
- Oh, that's it. I can't stand
that perfect impression of me anymore!
I never thought I'd say this,
but I'm tired of looking at myself.
I quit!
- Boy, SpongeBob is really getting out of control
with his impression obsession.
Ah!
- Right you are, Sandy.
SpongeBob has lost touch with reality.
I've seen it before.
They call it: the "mocking mimicry madness."
The mocking mimicry madness.
- Oh, oh, oh!
- Huh! Oh.
- All right, remember guys, this is an intervention,
so we need to make sure that above all,
SpongeBob knows how much we all care about him.
- Why don't we just destroy him and get it over with?
- Here here.
- You leave my best friend alone!
It was just a suggestion.
- Spread out!
All right, you scurvy dogs, SpongeBob needs us,
and more importantly, I need him—
to stop imitating me customers!
- Right guys, that's... almost... the spirit.
- Oh, boy, someone's at the door.
I can't wait to imitate 'em.
Oh, hello, Patrick.
And Sandy? And Squidward?
And Mr. Krabs? Plankton too?
Five at once, huh? Okay, here goes nothing.
Hi. Hi. Howdy. Greetings. Go away.
- Ugh. - Why?
- Hi, SpongeBob. We need to talk.
- Why sure. Aye. Love to. About what? Who cares?
- You know, It's okay to be yourself, SpongeBob.
- I'm-a trying, Sandy, I'm-a trying.
- You can do it, SpongeBob.
just concentrate, and it'll all come back to ya.
- Good morning, Gary. Meow. Duh!
Me money!
Karate chop! Ha!
I went to college!
I said, eat your patties!
I can't do it!
I'm a freak! A freak!
I'm a freak!
- Hey!
- That went well.
- Who? Who? Who? Who? Who? Who? Who? Who?
- Hello. To whom am I speaking?
- The salty tear trail leads right in here.
- There he is!
- Are you all right, SpongeBob?
How many fingers am I holding up?
B.
- Good, SpongeBob, I had the same answer.
- I know you're in there somewhere, SquarePants.
- We're sorry, the person you are calling—
SpongeBob SquarePants—
has been disconnected or is no longer in service.
- Okay, guys, SpongeBob imitates whoever he hears,
so we've all got to imitate him to help him remember who he is.
This should help.
- Hey!
Mmm! Mmm!
Ah! Hold still, you little rascal!
- No!
What a great idea.
Ugh!
I'm a square and yellow critter!
I like cooking with lard!
Mr. Krabs is the best boss
in the whole ocean.
Oop! Sorry. I mean—
Uh—
I forgot the secret Krabby Patty formula,
Mr. K. Would you remind me again?
- Sure, SpongeBob, I got it right—
Oh, no, you don't, Plankton.
That was a pretty good impression, though.
- Thanks.
It's not working, fellers!
We need to combine our efforts and do an impression
of SpongeBob all at the same time.
Okay, all together now.
I'm ready. I'm ready. I'm ready.
- I'm ready. I'm ready.
I'm ready!
I remember. I know who I am.
I am SpongeBob SquarePants,
and yes, I do like cooking with lard.
Thanks, guys, you're the best friends
a guy with memory loss could have.
It sure feels great to just be yourself.
Doesn't it, guys? Guys?
Oh, no!
Now they have mocking mimicry madness.
- Let me out! Let me out!
- Ooh! Oh!
Whoo-hoo-hoo!
- Hi.
Gary, I feel funny inside.
- Yow!
Hello.
- Gary, there's something inside of me.
- Meow.
- You see anything?
- Uh-oh! Uh-oh! Oh!
- Gary the Snail, is that any way
to treat an uninvited guest?
Oh, hello.
Ooh! That tickles.
More like prickles.
Hey, I think I'll call you Prickles.
I see you.
Okay, okay.
Enough's enough. It's time for you to go, little guy.
I already have a pet— Gary.
I'm afraid I just don't need another one.
Whew.
- Aw, stop, stop!
Oh, Gary, I don't like to hear the little guy cry.
- Meow.
- Such a sad story.
- Okay, little buddy, but just for one night.
- Nighty night, Prickles.
- Huh?
- Wow, a house party going on of inside me.
Hey, why wasn't I invited?
I guess I was,
since I am the house.
Look, Gary, now we have tons of prickly new friends.
- Meow, meow.
- Wup-poo. Wup-poo. Wup-poo.
Wup-poo. Wup-poo. Wup-poo. Wup-poo.
Oh, my gosh!
I completely lost all track of time.
Hey, uh, sorry to be a party pooper, guys,
but I've gotta take a shower and get ready for work.
Guys? Guy—guys?
- Gary, calm down. We're all friends here.
- Ow!
Open up, Gary. I'm still in my underwear.
Gary, I need to take a shower.
Oh!
- I did not need to see that!
Ugh!
Ahh!
All right, I guess you guys will just have to stay
and go to work with me.
Just keep a low profile or I could lose my job.
- Eh, SpongeBob. Did ya clean out the—
Sweet Dutchman's ghost!
When's the last time you took a bath, boy-o?
You're riddled with vermin.
- I-I d-d-don't know what you mean, sir.
- If customers find out you're touching patties
with your wormy hands,
the health department will shut us down for sure.
- I understand, sir.
Mr. Krabs, will you excuse me for a second?
Prickles, you heard my boss.
I'm sorry, but I'm gonna have to ask you
and your friends to leave, please.
"Squatters rights"?
What the heck is squatters rights?
- Oh, they're "lawyering" up, boy-o.
They're makin' a legal claim to keep living in your body.
- It's okay, Mr. Krabs, they're not hurting me.
- Son, you gotta understand.
I can't have you work here
in your present filthy "condisherin'."
Oh! That's the last straw!
Mr. Squid— - On it, sir.
Hasta la vista, worm boy.
- And don't come back until you're dewormed!
- What am I gonna do?
- Hey, SpongeBo— Whoa!
I see you've got yourself
a little problem with the cooties.
- Yeah, and I lost my job over it.
- Lost your job you say?
I might be able to help you,
if you can do something for me.
- Anything, Plankton! Anything!
Ridding SpongeBob of his worms
will put him forever in my debt.
That secret formula is good as mine.
Time to crash this lousy party.
Get it? Lousy? Louse? Oh, I'm good.
Whoa!
You're on your own, worm boy.
Ah!
- Hello?
- You gotta help me!
- Ah! It's a monster with SpongeBob's voice!
- No, no, Patrick, wait, don't close the—
Aw!
- Hmm?
Squidward. Squidward!
Squidward.
- I need a hug.
Does that mean no hug?
- There will be no hugs!
Get away from me, you monstrosity!
Well, this my life from now on, huh?
Just call me SpongeBob WormPants,
'cause that's all I am, just an apartment for worms.
Oh, that's better.
Looks like I really wormed my way out of that one.
Meow!
- Gary, it feels so good to be worm free.
SpongeBob! I need a hug!
Hmm?
Whew! Ahh.
Hmm.
Ooh!