MR. KRABS: Come on, SpongeBob, it's quitting time.
I've got a card game tonight.
Who are you playing cards with, Mr. Krabs?
l'm going over to the Chum Bucket to play with Plankton.
( gasps )
Plankton!
But, Mr. Krabs,
he's your archenemy.
He's been trying to steal
the Krabby Patty formula for years.
Ouch.
Why would you play cards with him?
Between you and me,
Plankton is the worst card player in Bikini Bottom!
Why, I've been taking him to the cleaners
every Thursday night for 15 years!
I never lose!
( laughs )
( both laughing )
( crying )
( SpongeBob laughing )
Taking him to the cleaners...
that's a hot one!
How'd the card game go last night, Mr. Krabs?
I lost.
Barnacles, Mr. Krabs.
How much money did you lose?
I didn't lose any money.
I lost...
Don't tell me you lost the Krusty Krab!
I lost...
Mr. Krabs,
please tell me you didn't lose
the Krabby Patty secret formula!
I... lost...
you!
What?
I bet your contract and I lost.
( laughs )
Good one, Mr. Krabs.
Well, I got to make those Krabby Patties.
( grunting )
D'oh!
I'm afraid you don't work here anymore.
Please tell me this isn't a joke.
Go on, Mr. Krabs.
Tell him.
Tell him all about your cruel, sick joke.
As much as I love
cruel, sick jokes,
I'm afraid he's not joking.
You work for me now, SpongeBob.
Time to put on the official Chum Bucket bucket helmet.
( screams )
But, Mr. Krabs,
I don't want to work for him!
I want to work for you
here at the Krusty Krab!
( sobbing )
I'm sorry, boy!
( both sobbing )
It's all my fault!
( sobbing )
What kind of cold, heartless person
would break apart such a loving relationship?
I would!
( sobbing )
( screams )
SpongeBob!
Mr. Krabs!
This is your greatest blunder, Krabs.
For 15 years, I've been throwing those card games
just waiting for you to slip up.
I may not have the precious Krabby
Patty formula,
but I've got the next best thing: the guy who makes them!
I'm going to run you
out of business, Krabs.
Mr. Krabs!
SpongeBob!
( sobbing )
( sniffling )
Can I have my arms back?
Ay!
What is this place?
( machines start up )
( yelps )
( buzzer )
( screams )
Okay, I'm ready
for my Krabby Patty!
Actually, uh, Mr. Plankton, sir
I haven't, uh...
Perhaps you don't understand.
You work for me now
and as your new boss,
I command you to make me a patty this instant,
or I'll be forced to remove your brain
and implant it in my robot chef!
So, get cooking.
The sign says "kitchen,"
but my heart says "jail."
( slow tune begins playing )
♪ A stove is a stove no matter where you go ♪
♪ A patty is a patty, that's what I say ♪
♪ A grill is a grill ♪
♪ This is surely so ♪
♪ And fries should be fries either way ♪
♪ But this grill is not a home ♪
♪ This is not the stove I know ♪
♪ I would trade it all away if you'd come back to stay. ♪
BOTH: ♪ This kitchen's not the same without you ♪
♪ It's just a greasy spoon ♪
♪ Just a greasy spoon ♪
BOTH: ♪ Without you... ♪
( sobbing )
What is he doing?
All these tears?
And the show tunes?
Why isn't he making the patties?
Forget it!
I'm going with Plan B.
I'll put his brain
in the robot chef.
COMPUTER: You know that never works.
The answer is obvious.
To get to the SpongeBob,
you must show him compassion and understanding.
Then he'll give you what you want.
Will you be quiet?
I'm thinking!
I've got it!
To get to the SpongeBob,
I'll show him compassion and understanding.
Then he'll give me what I want.
Hi.
I'm sorry, Plankton!
I'm trying my best!
I'm not used to cooking this way.
Please don't take my brain out!
Hold it, SpongeBob.
I'm capable of compassion
and understanding. Really?
Then I'd like to go back to the Krusty Krab.
Let's not get carried away.
Now, what can I do to make you more comfortable
here at the Chum Bucket?
Well, I usually cook on a grill.
You got it!
( Plankton grunting )
Well, it wasn't easy, but here it is:
one old frying grill.
How about we try it out?
Uh, it's just that...
I'm used to the grill facing that way.
Say no more.
I'll take care of everything.
( grunting )
How about here?
A little more to the left.
( grunting )
How's this, SpongeBob?
Move it over a little more.
( grunting )
Here?
Keep going.
Here?
Almost!
That's it.
Just a little more...
( grunting )
Perfect! Right there!
( growls )
I don't know.
Something still doesn't feel right.
PLANKTON: Just a few more steps, SpongeBob.
Okay, go ahead, take it off.
lt's an exact replica of the Krusty Krab kitchen!
( gasps )
It is an exact replica.
Here's the sink!
The greasy fryers!
The squeaky floorboards!
And that thing!
One Krabby Patty coming up, Mr. Krabs!
( sobbing )
Oh, Mr. Krabs...
Don't cry, SpongeBob.
I'll show you it's much better working for me.
ls there anything that old skinflint Krabs
wouldn't let you have?
Well, there is one thing l've always wanted.
( shoes chugging )
Wow!
So, now do you have everything you need
to make some Krabby Patties?
Well...
Are you ready to make some patties?
Wait till I finish my ice cream!
How about those patties?
( laughing ): Faster, faster!
Faster!
"And then the littlest sea elf said..."
Huh?
( snoring )
( growls )
Steady, Plankton.
lt's all going to pay off soon enough.
Hey there, sleepyhead.
What do you say?
All that preparation is making me hungry.
Me, too!
You know what would really hit the spot?
Why don't you whip us up a couple of Krabby Patties?
Mmm... I'm kind of in the mood for tacos.
( chuckles weakly )
Good one, SpongeBob.
But really, why don't you go ahead and make us a patty.
( yawns )
Nah, I don't really feel like it.
But I don't understand.
You have the grill and the spatula
and the comfy chair.
I rubbed your putrid feet!
Tell you what, half-pint, why don't you ask me later?
( growls )
I command you to make me a patty this instant!
No! Don't back- sass me!
( imitates Plankton ): Blah, blah, blah.
What?!
( blows raspberry )
That's it, mister.
You just lost your brain privileges.
( electricity crackling )
Finished.
SpongeBob, come in here.
( chuckles )
Or should I say RobotBob
SpongeChefPants?
l put the brain in the robot, you know.
You shouldn't have been a spoiled brat.
You see, I always get what I want
and I want you to make me a Krabby Patty!
( beeping )
Response: Why don't you ask me later?
What?
What?!
Get welded.
Wait!
I command you,
make me a Krabby Patty!
I don't want to.
( screaming )
Well, old girl, this looks like our final chapter.
Huh?
( sobbing ): I can't take anymore.
( sobbing )
You've got to
take that yellow nightmare back!
It's not worth it!
I'm better off
stealing a Krabby Patty
fair and square.
Um... well, a deal's a deal, Plankton.
He's your headache now.
Oh, please have mercy, Krabs!
I'll do anything.
I beg of you!
How about you give me 50 bucks
and I'll take him off your hands?
It's a deal!
I cheated anyway.
Now, begone with you, you puny pest!
Thank you!
( crash )
Ouch.
My brain and I are glad
to be back, Mr. Krabs.
Good to have you back, lad!
Now, get to those patties!
The lunch rush is a-coming!
( yawns )
I don't feel like it.
Why don't you ask me later, Krabby?
( laughing )
I mean, I'm working all day for free...
my treat.
That's what I thought you said.