(jellyfish humming)
♪ La, la, la, la-la, la-la-la. ♪
Missed ya.
Uh-oh.
You shouldn't play in the street, little guy.
You could get run over.
(motorcycles approaching)
Whoa!
The "Ild Ones."
That's a strange name.
Scallops!
(grunting)
Bye, "Ild Ones."
I like your silly name.
Hmm.
"W."
Oh, oh, they're not the "Ild Ones."
They must be the "Wild Ones."
The Wild Ones? Tarnation!
Don't you know who the Wild Ones are, son?
No. I don't know who you are, either.
Why they're the most ferocious, bloodthirsty
biker gang under the sea.
They've destroyed entire cities in an afternoon.
(laughing maniacally)
Bloodthirsty bikers?
And they're headed straight for Bikini Bottom.
l've got to warn everybody. I'd better take the short cut.
Mr. Krabs! SpongeBob.
Where in the blue barnacles did you come from?
There's no time for that, Mr. Krabs.
Grab something heavy! Bar the door!
Board up the windows!
We've got to protect The Krusty Krab.
The Krabby Patties must survive!
(panting)
Settle down, son.
What are you all riled up about?
Bikers... coming...
nasty... ferocious...
take... over... town.
Destroy... Must hide!
What are you going on about? Bikers?
The Wild Ones are coming, Mr. Krabs.
They're the most vicious,
ravenous herd of hooligans in the sea.
Ravenous did you say?
That's another word
for hungry, isn't it?
Welcome Wild Ones!
They'll be drawn here like a sailor to a tattoo parlor.
With the special biker parking
and authentic biker decor,
with real bloodstains.
And to top it off, a custom chopper patty.
And best of all, I'll raise me prices 150%.
(cash register dings) l'll make a fortune.
Mr. Krabs, this is serious!
(sobbing)
That kid needs a vacation... unpaid of course.
Squidward!
Yes, SpongeBob?
A horrible biker gang called
the Wild Ones are coming.
We've got to run, hide!
(sobbing)
Oh, my. This sounds serious.
Luckily, I know just what you should do.
Listen closely.
Uh-huh.
Get a good grip on your pants.
Mm-hmm.
Turn around.
Like this, Squidward?
That's it.
(sniffing)
Patrick!
Hello, SpongeBob.
Patrick.
An evil bunch of bikers are coming
to ravage Bikini Bottom.
Huh.
Patrick, didn't you hear what I said?
Oh, I heard you.
But what I didn't hear was a hello.
Hello, Patrick.
Hello, SpongeBob.
Bloodthirsty bikers!
We got to hide!
(screaming)
Ah! \-hAh!
Oh.
(screaming)
Oh! Oh!
(screaming)
Oh! Oh!
(screaming)
(groaning) (screaming)
(gagging)
Hey. What happened to you?
l... I don't want to talk about it, man.
(screaming)
Hide me. No, hide me.
Hide me. Me.
No, me. Me.
Me. Me. Me. Me!
No!
No more running.
What? Those bikers think they're so tough
with their leather hats and their leather pants.
And their leather socks.
If we dressed up like that,
then we'd be the big scary bikers,
and they'd be little baby doody-heads.
Say that again, Patrick.
Little baby doody-heads?
No, no, not that part.
The part about dressing up like big scary bikers.
What do you think, Patrick?
Do I look tough?
I wouldn't mess with you.
Nor I with you, my friend.
Let's ride.
(engines revving)
(bicycle bells ring)
Fear not, there is no need to panic.
The Bikini Bottom bad boys are here.
Ooh, I feel protected now.
Those are some mean looking rides, dudes.
(laughing)
Patrick, it's working.
They think we're... vicious bikers.
(giggling)
Bikini Bottom, your salvation is here.
See?
Patrick, that's your salivation. Oh.
So, Squidward, are you ready to do your part?
Does that part include laughing at you?
Because you two look even more idiotic than usual.
Don't we look vicious and bloodthirsty?
I'm bloodthirsty.
See?
(slurping)
Want some?
Oh, no, thank you, Patrick.
I'm drinking diet blood.
(slurping)
Ah. Ah.
See, Squidward?
We walk the walk, but can we talk the talk?
So you want to join our biker gang?
No, I don't.
What about our biker club?
No.
How about our biker organization?
No! I don't want to join your biker alliance,
your outfit or your fellowship.
Oh.
What about our coalition?
Oh, I don't know,
that one's pretty exclusive.
We'll just pencil you down as undecided.
(groaning)
Hi, Mr. Krabs.
We're the Bikini Bottom bad boys,
and we're bad to the bone.
This should be great.
Those bikers can work up an appetite
beating you up in the parking lot.
Then they can fill up on delicious Krabby Patties,
then they can beat you up again.
Please, Mr. Krabs.
We're going to run off those bikers
and save The Krusty Krab.
You're not running off any of me paying customers.
You can stay and get beaten up
in the parking lot if you wish.
Then can we save the town?
Has it ever crossed your mind
that you might be getting all worked up over nothing?
Squidward, when have I ever been known to overreact?
Squidward!
We're out of napkins!
(sobbing): Out of napkins!
(pounding)
Squidward.
I accidentally removed the "Do Not Remove By Penalty of Law"
tag on my mattress. Hide me. Hide me.
Squidward! Squidward!
I've gone blind!
Oh, thanks, Squidward.
SpongeBob, you always overreact to everything.
It's one of your many annoying traits.
Me? Annoying?
(annoying laughter)
(growling)
Yeah, right.
You are so wrong about everything, SpongeBob,
that the only thing I am completely sure about is that
there is no motorcycle gang headed this way.
(engines revving)
What was that?
Ahoy there, mateys.
Motorized vehicles coming over the horizon.
What? Give me that.
(screaming)
Don't just stand there, save us.
Patrick, I know this looks like the end,
but you and I can get through anything,
as long as we do it together.
Patrick? Patrick!
(whimpering)
(whimpering intensifies)
Well, it's just you and me, Squidward.
But I want you to know we can get through this
as long as we...
Panic!
Run for your lives!
The Wild Ones are coming!
(screaming) (glass breaking)
The wild Ones?
Mabel, get the kids.
Honey, I got the napkins.
Oh, what have I missed this time?
Please don't kill me.
I want to join you.
It's been my life-long dream
to be a member of a motorcycle gang.
l even knitted my own Wild Ones jacket.
I want to ride to live
and live to ride!
(screaming)
Please, spare me.
I'll do whatever you want.
I'll betray my friends
and neighbors.
Just let me live!
What's that, Missy? What?
Howdy. We're the Mild Ones.
Mild Ones?
Oh!
Give me back my "M."
Let's go, boys.
Don't you want to spend any money?
Don't you want to kiss the seat of my pants?
Let's ride.
Good-bye.
They seemed really nice.
Hey, where's Squidward?
Whoo-hoo-hoo!
Ride to live and live to ride!