Are you ready, kids?
Aye, aye, Captain!
I can't hear you.
Aye, aye, Captain!
SpongeBob SquarePants!
- all: SpongeBob SquarePants! - Ready?
SpongeBob SquarePants!
SpongeBob
SquarePants!
Stop thief!
Come back here with me formula!
He's over there…stop him!
I can't help it.
I'm a kleptomaniac!
Arr!
Ow!
You're under arrest!
But I'm innocent!
No one is innocent!
Whoa. Things got dark fast.
Join in the dancing, boy, or you're fired.
Let the law handle this.
Mm. Yes, officer.
- Huh! - And I'll be taking this!
Wait! That's me secret formula!
Well, now it's evidence.
Oh.
Ow!
The formula!
I can't cook without that formula!
I can't do anything without it!
The Krabby Patties are gonna taste like
ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-ch…
chum!
Wait! Don't go!
We still have fresh buns.
And we have air conditioning.
Ohh.
Come here.
You and me are getting into that police department
to get that formula back.
How?
Ahh!
By dressing like the po-po.
The po-po? Oh, no, no.
No no po-po… no job-o for you-o.
Comprendo?
So so.
But I'll go go.
Turn to your left.
What is this?
Mug shot.
Looks nothing like me.
- Low life. - You'd live a low life too,
officer, if you were my height!
Could have given me a bigger blanket!
One too many Goofy Goobers again, eh, Patrick?
No, sir, I couldn't eat another.
Get in there and sleep it off.
Not exactly the blanket I wanted.
Isn't it a crime to impersonate a police officer?
We're not impersonating, boy-o.
I was in the navy, and the navy is sort of like the cops…
of the sea.
And I just deputized you.
Deput…wow!
I always wanted to be an officer of the law.
Check it out. I'm the fuzz.
Ooh, look at this!
I'm also a flat foot!
Watch me work.
Mr. Mime, you have the right to remain silent.
Stop or I'll shoot… you a nasty look.
Huh?
Hey, let go.
Cops don't hold hands.
Well…they should.
Bring it in, Officer Little Buddy.
What? Cops can hug.
You know, boy-o,
we probably make some pretty good cops.
Ohh. What have we got here?
Excuse me, miss.
Have you got a license to sell these cookies?
Officer SquarePants,
I don't think we ought to…
Let me handle this, Officer Mr. Krabs!
Well, missy…
- Do ya? - I don't have a license.
Yeah, that's what I thought.
You're under arrest for violating penal code
4968973025-D.
How did you know that?
That's classified.
Oh, I love it here.
We have showers, uh, a courtyard,
and three square meals a day.
All chum… Ahh.
I know. They're my only customer.
This is the best part!
Pretty cool, huh?
If you attempt to use that in front of me,
I'll annihilate you.
Central booking, also known as the cop shop.
How do you know these words?
Still classified.
Well, if it isn't little Helen the Felon.
Good work, boys.
You nabbed the most notorious criminal in Bikini Bottom.
Huh? This sweet little thing?
You can drop the act now, Helen.
Yow!
Hey!
That's my girl.
All right, take her to the interrogation room.
While I look for the formula,
you can interrogate the suspect.
But I don't know how to interrogate.
Then just ask questions.
And act tough.
Um…questions and act tough. Got it.
Okay, little Helen!
What do you think of this weather?
I think it's wuh-vely!
Let me ask you something.
How long have you been an idiot?
I want a lawyer.
Just answer the question.
An idiot?
I don't know!
Is it hot in here?
Pressure…I can't…okay, I'll confess!
I'll confess to it all!
Anything! Whatever you got.
That's it.
Keep up that cacophony.
Your noise is drowning out my filing.
My stomach needs frozen treats.
Frozen treats.
Huh.
I'm gonna have to make myself some jailhouse ice cream.
Oh.
Ah.
Try it!
You can't even tell the difference.
Blech!
No, thanks.
But, say, I know where they keep
the real ice cream around here:
in the evidence room.
A guy like you who knows his way around here
- might be able… - I have a key.
Oh, really?
Let's go!
Donuts?
Whoa!
Hm. Well…
Maybe just one.
Evidence room!
Huh?
You promised me ice cream!
Hmph!
Look, once I get the secret formula and rule the world,
I'll buy you all the ice cream you want!
Let's see. Comic books, sea shells…
an old man…
Hello!
Outboard motors…
stolen jokes…
- a leg… - My leg!
Well, drop a dime on me! There it is!
Oh, no, you don't.
Krabs? What are you doing here?
I stole that formula fair and square!
Well, I'm stealing it back.
Oh, no, you're not!
Ooh…ooh!
Hello!
Who's been pinching all these geezers?
Where's my ice cream?
Where…
Ohh.
Well, there it is.
What are you doing, you maniac?
Help! Police!
What do you think you're…
I don't know what you two are doing,
but it looks illegal.
I have a confession to make!
I'll just hold onto this formula till the morning.
Oh, but, officer, I have more confessions.
Zip it, kid.
I get it. You're a criminal mastermind.
Guilty.
Yay!
Hey, where's Patrick?
Oh.
Well, I must confess this is sure cozy.
One more dang dab, and she'll be done.
She looks fine as cream gravy…
with real working parts.
Two weeks down the drain!
I can't win for losing.
Thanks for the hot beverage.
It was just what I needed.
Sandy?
Yee-haw!
You look madder than fried egg on a neck bone.
Don't even attempt a Texas saying.
Sorry. What's going on?
I wanted to win the ship-in- a-bottle contest tomorrow,
but every one I make is a disaster.
My kiddie boat in a baby bottle capsized.
My raft in an inflatable bottle deflated.
And my tanker in a water cooler bottle had an oil spill.
Now I'm all fresh out of bottles.
Mm…mm.
Mm.
Whoop. Here's a fresh bottle you can use.
Did you just…
I did!
The secret formula!
Flight 291 is now boarding.
All passengers can proceed to gate four.
Give me that.
Hoo. That was close.
And done.
Did you bring me a bottle?
Uh-huh. Blah.
I borrowed one from Plankton
before riding a fireball back here.
This won't fit.
Sure it will.
Jump for your life!
Men overboard.
Sandy. Uh, Sandy.
I have an idea.
Let's call Mr. Krabs.
I bet he knows all about ships in bottles.
He was once a sailor.
I don't need anybody's help.
Sandy Cheeks flies alone.
All right. Call him up.
Seriously, Mr. Krabs, I don't see what you can teach me.
First lesson is math.
I get half the prize money.
What the?
I'll give you 100%… of my fist!
50% sounds fair.
Well, I do wanna win.
Okay, 50%.
First step: create the perfect bottle.
My two friends working together!
I got to get a picture of this.
Thank you!
First we build a furnace to make the bottles.
Perfect and slick as a whistle.
Try again.
Heh?
Try again.
Eh?
Try again.
Mm. Mm.
Hmm. Perfect!
Phew.
Now we can start on the ship.
Ooh. Wait. Uh.
I wasn't supposed to break that one, was I?
I feel like chewed-up twine.
I'm going to bed.
And you can forget about the prize money,
'cause the contest is tomorrow.
Tomorrow?
Me prize money.
Hey, mind if I take a crack at the ship bottle thing?
Knock yourself out.
I got nothing to work with here.
Ooh.
That prize money is as good as mine.
Mm.
Huh?
Ahoy, matey!
What is all this?
Hang on. Just let me show you.
Ta-da!
It's the biggest ship in a bottle ever.
It's sure to win the contest.
That's amazing, Mr. Krabs.
You got some snap in your old garters after all!
Yee-haw!
We're gonna win for sure!
Whoo-hoo!
By the way, where'd you get all the wood?
- I chopped down your tree. - That's great.
You what?
Huh?
Uh-oh.
Why, you low-down, no-good, bottom-dwelling…
Dang gum it! Come back here!
You ought to see what I'm gonna do to you!
First, I'm gonna do this!
Then I'm gonna do this!
My work, my prize money.
Eugene Krabs flies alone!
What?
Blow a kiss, jellyfish!
Shoot. He is more slippery than a pocket full of pudding.
I'ma coming for my ship in a bottle, Krabs!
Yee-haw!
We got ourselves a good, old-fashioned high-speed
chase and Texas barbecue!
- Whoa! - Incoming!
Huh?
Hard to port.
Order up.
Okay, who's eating…
Ooh, al fresco.
Ha. I was saving these for lunch,
but now is a good a time as ever to start a diet.
Clap of thunder.
Ooh.
Is that all you got?
Hm? Oh, no.
Why did I ask that question?
Yee-hoo!
This ain't my first rodeo!
This is my 500th rodeo!
Silly mammal!
You forget that crabs are stronger than woodchucks!
That old crab's got more guts
than you can hang on a fence.
This ain't over, Krabs!
There ain't no sadder sight than a rodent
running after her submarine.
What happened here?
Oh, I'm still waiting for my ship to come in.
You think we'll win, Dad?
Hard work is its own reward, son.
Or should I say…admiral?
So what do you think, judge?
Ain't she a beauty?
A ship in a glass bottle of epic proportions.
Hm. Well, it is rather impressive.
But more importantly,
it's the only intact ship in a bottle here.
I have no choice but to declare you the winner.
That's right. Hand it over.
Ya-hoo!
Wow, this is unprecedented.
But since there are no more ships in a bottle to judge,
I'm forced to give the prize to this squirrel in a bottle.
Yee-haw!
That temporary tree should do until the seed I've planted
grows into a new one.
Phew.
Let's go, ya bag of shells!
I want you jumpin' like hot grease on a skillet!
Sorry, Miss Cheeks. Okay, I'll be right…
Okay, I'm…I'm working…