Easy...
Perfection.
Is number five's order
ready yet, SpongeBob?
Just a second, Squidward.
Well, Krabby Patty,
it's time for you to go now.
You grew up so fast. l...
( crying ): I promised myself I wouldn't do this.
Just take it, Squidward.
Take it away.
Oh, brother.
Number five. Number five.
That's me.
Mmm. My compliments to the chef.
( laughing )
Hello?
What's this?
( gasps )
Come out here, boy!
( flies buzzing )
Mr. Krabs?
Whoa!
Hush, boy. Or you'll give away your location of me hidey hole.
What's a hidey hole?
It's where I hide me treasure.
Whoa!
Catch!
Let's get that chest to me office, boy, pronto!
What's in this thing? Treasure?
A treasure trove of sorts.
lt's me memory chest, from my years in the navy.
Why'd you dig up your navy chest, sir?
Well, my navy buddies and I are having a reunion.
I wanted to wear me old uniform.
Wow, look at all your cool navy stuff.
What's that? Arrgh!
It's me first tattoo.
Neat.
And this is me manly toughness trophy.
How'd you win that?
By being the toughest of the tough.
Wow! Ooh, ooh, who are those guys?
Me shipmates.
The toughest bunch to ever sail the briny deep.
There's old Iron Eye
and Mutton Chop, me,
Torpedo Belly
and Lockjaw Jones.
Did you have a cool nickname, Mr. Krabs?
Of course!
I was old Armor Abs Krabs.
You were? What do you mean?
Well, I guess you were thinner back then.
Oh, really?
This is me navy cadet uniform.
Prepare to eat your words,
'cause I haven't put on more...
than a... couple of... pounds.
( cloth ripping )
Okay, maybe I'm a bit bigger,
but I'm still the toughest of the tough.
Go ahead, lad, give 'em a punch.
You want me to punch you in the stomach?
Not in the stomach, lad, in me armor abs.
( clunk )
Wow.
My entire arm disintegrated!
I still got it.
Be a good lad, go get your station in shipshape,
and leave an old sea dog to revel in his memories.
Aye, aye, sir.
All right!
Let's get this place, shipshape!
You, men, stop playing around!
To battle stations!
All hands on deck!
( bosun's whistle blowing )
Set course for full flavor!
Ketchup and mustard off the port bow!
One Krabby Patty ready to set sail!
KRABS: No!!
Oh, Mr. Krabs.
Huh, Mr. Krabs?
Hello?
Mr. Krabs?
You all right?
Are you sleepy?
( gasps )
Mr. Krabs!
sniffing )
I don't smell his pulse.
What's that?
( muffled moaning )
Is somebody there?
( moaning )
Don't look at me.
Mr. Krabs.
Leave me be.
You're alive!
And... naked.
( crying ): lt's true.
I've molted.
What's "molted"?
It's when a crab gets too fat...
uh, well... outgrows his shell.
It falls off.
Wow!
Armor Abs Krabs can't show up
at the reunion like this.
All pink and soft and unmanly.
I'm all flab and no ab!
( sobbing )
Barnacles!
SpongeBob!
Sorry about the foul language, Mr. Krabs,
but you're acting like there never was a man in that shell.
The Krabs of his navy days was fearless.
He wouldn't let something as insignificant
as a missing shell slow him down.
Yeah.
Who cares how silly, pink and fleshy you look?
How non-threatening, limp and soggy you are...
( sobbing )
How... Oops.
I can't go anywhere ever again.
Stupid, no good...
( screaming )
( sustained screaming )
Wow, it sure is dark in here.
( straining )
Look, Mr. Krabs... I'm you.
SpongeBob, you're a genius.
Well, I'm glad you got my point.
lt's not about what's on the outside.
It's what's on the inside.
No, you barnacle brain.
Not your silly metaphor; you, in me shell.
It gives me an idea.
You can go to the reunion and pretend to be me.
I get to be a navy buddy?
Of course you'll need some time
to approximate me personality.
Oh, that'll be a snap.
Squidward and I have been doing it
behind your back for years.
All right, show me what you got.
( imitating Krabs ): Look at me. I'm Mr. Krabs.
I love money.
Say, that ain't half bad.
I once won a marathon
because someone dropped a penny at the finish line.
That's me.
Every night, I tuck me wallet in and tell it a bedtime story.
Good night, wallety.
Yeah, okay, I get the point.
Oh, what's that you say?
Me daughter Pearl needs an operation?
I'll do it meself and save a nickel.
( cackling )
That'll do, SpongeBob.
Well, here goes...
Wow.
SPONGEBOB: l've never seen so many manly naval men.
So tough, so brave,
so... clever.
And I'm one of them.
No, you're not.
Don't blow this for me, SpongeBob.
I won't let you down, sir.
Armor Abs Krabs,
come join your old naval buddies in a toast.
Coming!
Oh, what have I done?
Okay, boys, let the S.S. Party drop anchor right here.
( cheering )
I've created a monster.
Here's some grog.
You still like pineapple, right?
Like pineapple?
I live in one.
( laughing )
That old Krabs
is as manly as ever.
l don't believe it. SpongeBob is pulling it off.
Hey, Armor Abs, old Iron Eye here
has been itching to punch your legendary gut.
Well, if you think you're man enough...
Uh-oh, this could be bad.
Fire the torpedo.
( birds chirping )
What do you say, Krabs?
Just like old times.
A tooth?
Teeth.
Now, that's manly.
( crowd gasping )
( cheering )
He did it.
( feedback squeal )
All right, me swabbies,
it's time to award the trophy of manly toughness
to a man whose toughness has stood the test of time.
That man is Eugene Armor Abs Krabs!
Hey, come up here, Krabs.
This is the best night of me life.
Me naval buddies still think I'm manly.
( all chanting ): Armor Abs!
And I didn't have to shame myself.
Thanks for the trophy, everybody.
( cackling )
( chanting ): Speech! Speech! Speech! Speech!
I... I...
Say something.
Let me spin you a manly yarn.
Attaboy.
So there I was,
in Jellyfish Fields...
I'm doomed.
Me supply of bubble soap was dangerously low.
And as I blew my last bubble...
Did he say Jellyfish Fields?
Blowing bubbles?
Uh, what were you doing in Jellyfish Fields?
Why, jellyfishing, of course.
ALL: Huh?!
Uh... uh, phone call for Mr. Krabs!
Get off the stage.
Oh, uh, well, I gotta go. Thanks.
Where do you think you're going?
Everybody knows there's two things
old Armor Abs Krabs would never do.
Oh, no.
Number one is spend a penny.
And the other one is leave
without giving old Torpedo Belly
one of your world-famous steely belly butts.
( laughing )
( with own voice ): Oh, I thought you'd seen through my ruse.
( imitating Krabs ): I mean, arrgh!
You didn't think I was just gonna collect
this here trophy of manly toughness
without reminding you silly livers
why you give it to me in the first place?
Let's have at it.
No holding back.
Give it your all.
I can't watch.
( yelling )
Armor Abs?
( grunting and groaning )
( yelling )
Ow!
( rattling )
Well, uh, I-I-I-I-I-I...
I guess I'll just take my manly toughness trophy
and head home now.
Uh... see you around Manville, boys... men.
No!!
He's not Eugene Krabs.
I am.
( gasps )
All right, lads.
Take a good look.
This is who I am.
l've molted me shell and I'm... vulnerable.
( sobbing )
But I'm certainly no bubble-blowing jellyfisher.
No offense, SpongeBob.
None taken, Mr. Krabs.
Come on, lad. Let's go home.
Wait a minute.
You've forgotten something.
I don't understand.
Admitting you lost your shell
was the toughest thing I've ever seen.
And, uh, I have a confession.
These are fake!
What?! Wha...?!
Over here.
KRABS: You too, Torpedo Belly?
Actually, I had my torpedo removed long ago.
And these aren't the same choppers that I had in the navy.
My iron eye is actually made of Formica.
( all laughing )
Look at that, Mr. Krabs.
Your navy buddies all had something to hide.
Yeah, poor suckers.
At least my shell will grow back.
( cackling )
( both laughing )