( crowd cheering )
ANNOUNCER: Welcome, sports fans,
to the 21st Annual Bikini Bottom Fry Cook Games!
( playing fanfare )
( trumpets playing triumphant song )
( crowd cheering )
I declare these Fry Cook Games
open!
( emergency tone whistling )
( playing fanfare )
( panting )
I declare these Fry Cook Games...
open!
( crowd gasps )
ANNOUNCER: So begin the 21st Fry Cook Games.
I'm a realistic fish head and it's a beautiful day
here at Bikini Bottom's Fast Food Coliseum.
They come from everywhere microwaves hum...
patties sizzle...
and heat lamps keep the fast-food spirit warm and soggy.
But the real story is the bitter rivalry
between former competitors Mr. Krabs of The Krusty Krab
and Plankton, of The Chumbucket.
Who could forget the year Mr. Krabs won gold
for this 500-pickle clean and jerk?
( grunts )
Not Plankton.
Or when Plankton won the hearts of millions
by performing this perfect onion ring routine
with a broken antenna?
( straining )
Krabs wasn't moved.
And now, late word is that this year
The Krusty Krab will be represented
by a new competitor, on what is perhaps
the greatest day of his young life.
This is perhaps the greatest day
of my young life, Mr. Krabs.
( panting )
I can't believe I'm representing
The Krusty Krab in the Fry Cook Games!
To bring home the gold
is to bring honor and glory
to The Krusty Krab.
And all that free publicity will bring in customers!
So don't lose!
Aye, aye, Mr. Krabs!
( straining ): Krusty Krab.
Krusty Krab... Hey, SpongeBob.
Hi, Patrick.
Krusty Krab.
( grunting )
Are you trying to move the ground?
You'll never move it like that.
You got to get under... neath it!
Come on, Patrick
I'm trying to train for the Games.
Games? Can I play?
Ah, sorry, Patrick, you have to be a fry cook.
Be a fry cook?
Is that all I gotta do?
That'll be easy!
What do you mean, "easy"?
How hard can it be?
They don't let just anybody
be a fry cook.
We're an elite corps.
Oh, come on...
you're just flipping patties.
Hey, flipping is not as easy as it sounds.
( hissing )
Why don't you go home, Patrick?
You can compete in the Laying-Under-A-Rock-All-Day Games!
( gasping ): At least I don't polish my fingernails!
( gasping ): You take that back!
Fingernails, fingernails, fingernails!
You don't even have fingernails.
I cannot believe what I am hearing!
How can you hear it?!
You don't have ears, either!
You...
Holes, holes!
Cone-head!
Yellow!
Pink!
Oh!
I'm going to get a job as a fry cook
and it'll be easy!
Fine!
( grunting )
Krusty Krab!
Krusty Krab...
( sniffing )
What's that smell in the air?
I smell Plankton!
Oh, yeah?
Well, I smell...
( sniffing loudly )
Pew, he's right.
( show music begins )
( toots horn off-key )
I love messing things up.
Are you ready to do or die, Krabs?
Always ready, Plankton, always ready.
Good, because today, The Chumbucket is going to kick...
your carapace!
That's what you think.
But I got me a champion...
SpongeBob!
Show him.
( karate-like yelling )
( giggles )
Look at him...
in his prime.
You ain't got no chance!
That's where you're wrong, Krabs
for I, too, have a champion.
Ladies and gentlemen, turn your attention
to the southwest corridor.
Other way.
( softly ): lmbeciles.
And... stop!
Perfect!
Representing The Chumbucket,
a creature so fearsome, so terrible
so mind-bendingly large
that those of you with weak constitutions
may want to leave the stadium.
I gotta get out of here!
PLANKTON: Too late!
Ready or not, here he comes.
Quake with fear, you mortal fools.
Bow down before the awesome might of...
( crashing )
this huge guy who's carrying the real contestant...
Patrick Star!
Patrick, what are you doing here?
You're not a fry cook.
Oh, yes, I am, Mr. SpongeBob- Superior Pants.
Check it out!
I been working for The Chumbucket
for almost five minutes!
Well, it doesn't matter anyway
'cause you're going to eat my dust.
Uh-uh, I'm eating my own dust.
Not if I eat it first!
Yellow! Pink!
I can't believe it, Mr. Krabs.
I thought Patrick was my friend.
Friend?
Not in here he ain't.
What do you mean?
He's not really your friend.
He's not?
He's plotting your downfall right now!
He is?
He's going to stab you
in the back!
He wouldn't!
Of course he would.
Just look at him.
Square...
the shape of evil!
KRABS: It's a mockery of your profession.
Are we going to let some pretender
take away what belongs to The Krusty Krab?!
No!
Then get mean!
I'm mean!
Get angry!
I'm angry!
Now get out there...
And win...
That...
Medal!
( bellowing )
( growling )
( both growling )
( growls weakly )
ANNOUNCER: Our first event: the deep-fry pole vault!
Win this one for The Krusty Krab!
For The Krusty Krab!
( crowd saying "Oh" )
( crowd saying "Yay" )
Win this one because I told you to.
Because you told me to!
( grunting )
( cheering )
Fish sticks!
Get your fish sticks here!
ANNOUNCER: The next event: the chocolate high-dive.
Make way for the real fry cook, Patrick.
ANNOUNCER: For his dive, SpongeBob will be attempting
a full banana fudge-pop with two sticks.
And now, absolute silence.
I scream...
for ice cream!
ANNOUNCER: Perfect entry!
And toasted almonds... that's unexpected.
He stuck it!
And just look at that even coating!
Top that...
Pinky.
Almonds?
Curse him, that's good...
but perhaps a bit too highbrow
for this crowd.
He thinks he's better than them!
( grunts )
Better than you!
( grunts more forcefully )
Now get up there and show him
how the common man
prepares his frozen dairy treats!
( bellowing )
ANNOUNCER: Patrick will be resurrecting an old favorite:
the single-scoop strawberry cone with a chocolate dip.
Just look at that concentration!
Oh, a little shaky on that entry...
but just look at that form!
Take that, Yellow Boy!
Laugh while you can, Pinky.
It's not over yet.
That's what you think
but it's not over yet!
It's not over yet!
With the score tied we go to our final event:
Bun Wrestling.
Who will take home the gold?
Mr. Krabs of The Krusty Krab?
Don't forget, he called you yellow.
ANNOUNCER: Or Plankton, of The Chumbucket?
Don't forget, he called you pink!
( growling )
( grunting )
( screaming )
( bell dings )
( growling )
( grunting )
( growling )
( screaming )
( yelling )
Forget The Chumbucket...
this is personal.
( screaming )
( yelling )
No!
My name's not "Rick"!
( shouting and grunting )
I don't like you.
I don't like you more!
I never liked you!
I a thousand times never liked you!
Pink!
Yellow!
( straining )
( ripping )
( crowd gasping )
SPONGEBOB: ( gasps ) Yellow!
PATRICK: Pink?
( together ): You do care.
( sobbing )
Let's promise never to fight again, buddy.
Yeah, pal, let's go home.
( both whistling )
( crowd booing )
Hey, where you going?
Get back here and kill each other!
You're my best friend ever.
You, too, Patrick.
You know, these were white when I bought them.