(wind whistling)
(squeaking)
It's too quiet.
Something isn't right around here.
Could it be, SpongeBob is gone for the evening?
Here's to a delightful evening
alone with you, public television.
♪ ♪
(slurping)
(SpongeBob laughing loudly)
(growling)
(SpongeBob laughing)
Do it again. Do it again.
Okay.
(laughing)
(grunting)
(both laughing)
Will you two be quiet!
I'm trying to watch public television.
Do it again, do it again.
If those two want to ruin my quiet evening at home,
they're going to have to do better than that.
(soft jazz playing)
(pounding on door, music stops)
(growls): What?
Squidward!
(SpongeBob sighs)
(Patrick sighs)
You're still there, aren't you?
Good evening, Squidward.
Not so fast.
You two little monsters aren't about to ruin my evening.
Oh, we're not here to ruin it.
We're here to enhance it.
Isn't that right, Pat?
Yeah, we're here...
Can't a hard-working squid get a little TV time alone?
(sighing)
SpongeBob?
Patrick?
Oh, what's the point?
(soft jazz playing, SpongeBob and Patrick slurping)
Could you turn it up?
Uh, Squidward,
could you turn it down a little?
Squidward, what's this about?
Squidward, how come he's so emotional?
Is he the bad guy?
Squidward. Squidward.
Squidward. \ h-Squidward. Squidward.
(screaming)
That's it!
All I wanted to do was watch some smooth jazz
on public television.
But apparently that's not going to happen.
Once again I'm going to have to leave my own home
just to get some peace and quiet.
Enjoy my TV.
(grunts)
Oh, wait, I think I've seen this before.
This part's funny.
l'm going to go somewhere far away,
somewhere far away from those two
watching public television on my TV. Bah!
They wouldn't know real culture
even if it hit them like a truck full of cement.
Oh.
(muffled screaming)
(screaming)
Day five, I think.
I've been waddling these fields.
I'm hungry, tired and lost.
The only good thing about this is no SpongeBob.
Jellyfish Fields?
(laughter) (humming)
What is that thing, Patrick?
I don't know.
Let's get a closer look.
(muffled screaming)
Hi, stranger. I am SpongeBob.
(sniffing)
(toilet flushing)
(muffled growling)
(screaming)
(muffled whining)
Wait a minute.
Maybe he's not a monster.
Maybe he's an endangered species.
(mumbling)
We should help him.
Yeah, help him.
Go away. Can't you tell nobody wants you?
You're endangered.
Not like that.
With lots of love and affection.
We can take care of him.
(muffled shouting)
Well, Smelly,
here you are. Your new home.
Oh, Smelly, this is going to be great.
We'll be one big happy family.
Let me show you around.
Here's your bed, Smelly.
(muffled whimpering)
Here's your food bowl.
And some kibble.
You can live here forever and ever.
Oh, look, Pat.
He's crying tears of joy.
Well, Smelly, there's one more family member you haven't met.
Smelly, meet Gary.
Aww, look at that, Smelly. Gary likes you.
(cat snarling)
(muffled screaming) Gary, no!
Gary. (hissing)
I don't think Gary likes Smelly.
Yeah, Gary's never attacked anyone like that
except Squidward.
I guess Smelly can't live here.
Ah! He can come home with me.
That's a great idea, Patrick.
You've always wanted a pet.
(muffled screaming)
Isn't that cute?
Look how excited he is to get to your house.
Bye, Smelly. Have fun at Patrick's.
(muffled screaming)
No, no, Smelly, Squidward doesn't like pets.
Hey, Smelly, want to play catch?
(muffled yelling)
Don't worry, you'll get the hang of it.
Almost.
Again.
So close.
Yeah, now you're...
(panicked grunting): Smelly!
Oh.
What's gotten in to you?
(growling)
Hello? Animal Control?
There's a wild animal loose in my house.
(speaking gibberish) Sure, I'll hold.
(music playing)
(muffled screaming)
Smelly! Come back.
Smelly!
(over PA): Freeze.
Oh, what's all the commotion?
(sirens wailing)
(over PA): You're surrounded. There is no way out.
Smelly.
SPONGEBOB: Excuse me. Pardon me.
If I can just scootch through there.
Excuse me. Pardon me, excuse me.
You leave Smelly alone.
He's just a poor, dumb, wild animal.
Wild animals don't belong here, son.
They belong in the zoo. Get him, boys.
(muffled grunting)
(sniffing)
(growling) (muffled screaming)
Smelly.
Mommy, what is that thing?
l don't know, but it's hideous, isn't it?
(laughter)
This isn't good.
You're absolutely right.
It needs mustard.
No one should be treated like that,
not even someone as ugly as Smelly.
Something needs to be done about this.
And I know exactly what that thing is.
(whispering)
Okay, Patrick, remember the plan?
Uh, yeah, this one, right?
No, not that.
I'm talking about the plan
to break Smelly out of this animal prison.
Mmm. Good plan.
All right, I'll go down first.
Keep a look out and follow me.
You're my hero.
SpongeBob!
Help! Ah!
Shh, we'll get caught.
Ah! What? I can't hear you.
I'm screaming too loud.
Ah!
Huh?
Fear no longer, dear Smelly, we are here to rescue you.
Understand?
We are taking you home.
(muffled shouting) Look how excited he is.
Flip the switch, Patrick.
Smelly, you're free.
(helicopter blades whirring)
You're surrounded. There's no use trying to run.
Run, Patrick, run!
(sirens wailing) (men shouting)
Faster, Patrick.
(shouting)
I'll let Smelly go first.
(grunting)
(moans)
(nose honks)
Don't worry, Smelly, you're safe with us.
I think we lost them.
Well, we're all one big happy family again.
Let's see where this dark sewer tunnel leads.
SPONGEBOB AND PATRICK: ♪ Fra-la-la-la-la, la-la-la. ♪
(muffled sobbing)
Oh, it's all right, Smelly.
Soon we'll be home and you can sleep
in that cozy little pet carrier you love so much.
(muffled screaming and sobbing)
Hey, I see light.
You're right, Patrick.
That must be the way out.
Whoa... where are we?
(distant animal noises)
Let's go ask those guys.
Um, excuse us.
(low murmuring)
Hey, they look just like you.
Go, be with your real family.
Go ahead, Smelly.
(muffled screaming)
I know you've come to think of us as a family,
but it's better this way.
(low murmuring)
(sniffs) I'm going to miss him, SpongeBob.
Me, too, buddy.
Me, too, but he's with his own kind now, where he belongs,
and on that note, let us go back to where we belong.
(low murmuring)
(soft jazz playing)
Ah... salutations, my children.
Are you ready for your daily dose of smooth jazz?
(excited murmuring)
(crackling)
(chuckles nervously): Um... hi.