TRANSLATE BY : DENI AUROR@ https://aurorarental.blogspot.com/
- Are you ready, kids?
Aye, aye, Captain!
- I can't hear you.
Aye, aye, Captain!
Spongebob Squarepants!
Spongebob Squarepants! - Ready?
Spongebob Squarepants!
- Spongebob
Squarepants!
How unsavory.
Patrick, when was the last time you took a bath?
I can't think that far behind.
- That is the smelliest smell I have ever smelled.
It's actually quite impressive.
- Why thank you!
- Do you, uh, mind if I take
another whiff? - Take a crack at it.
Phew. Nope.
Nope.
Can't please everyone.
What in Sulfur City?
Ah-ha!
- And don't come back until you've cleaned up your act!
- Oh yeah?
Well, what if I don't clean up my act, huh?
I'm revolting!
I proclaim
a declamation
of stink-dependence!
Humph.
- The next..,
The next morning.
Oh, Neptune.
I can't breathe!
Thank you, Mother.
- Amazing.
- Extra, extra!
Filthy Muck spotted in town!
Mysterious smelly figure
terrorizes Bikini Bottom's noses!
- Jumpin' Jehoshaphat!
- I don't...I don't watch reality, though.
- Eh, Filthy Muck.
You don't scare me.
I can't smell.
- My nose ain't work
since the great Sulfur War of '09!
Humph!
What are you looking at?
- Oh, I know him!
It's Patrick.
Filthy Muck is Patrick.
Oop.
Oh, that poor repulsive pile of sludge.
All alone without a friend.
I gotta find him.
- I gotta help him.
I gotta love him.
Shablam.
Whoa!
See?
I told you this town was pet-friendly.
- Walkies?
- Oh, boy.
Blegh.
Patrick, are you in there?
Yummy. - Oh, Patrick!
It's like you've got a force-field
of stink around you.
I can't penetrate it.
Hey, maybe a little
trash-stachio will neutralize the smell
and get my sniffer used to it.
It's working.
Should I call you "Patrick or "Filthy Muck"?
I'm gonna call you Filthy Muck.
- And you can call me "Little Yuck."
[both laughing[
- Extra, extra! Read all about it!
Filthy Muck finds playmate!
Noses on high alert!
- My schnozzola!
- People left their food behind.
Shouldn't go to waste.
- I don't care how many of you there are,
you don't scare me!
I can't smell!
- Huh, people left their instruments behind.
Shouldn't go to waste.
- Boo!
I can't smell,
but you two stink!
- Wow, I never knew how great smelling bad can be.
There are no lines for anything.
How you doing back there, Old Man Jenkins?
- I'm not... - Yeah, we know.
"Not scared 'cause you can't smell."
We love you, man.
Today was a beautiful day, Patrick.
Oops, I mean Filthy Muck.
Ah, just look at the beautiful stars
in the sky.
And look at the stars down there on the ground.
Oh, they're not stars.
They're flames on sticks.
Hi, everybody.
Whoop.
We having a luau? - Luau nothing!
We're running you and your stinky friend
out of town!
- But it's me, Spongebob!
Bikini Bottom's favorite fry cook?
- All right, well, you can stay
if you clean up your act.
But he's gotta go! - No, please!
I'll clean him up! I promise!
Nope, still filthy.
- Did you bring any matches?
- Nah, I didn't bring any matches.
- To the flame store!
- We couldn't get the stain out.
- Uh, thanks anyway.
No! Patrick's my best friend!
Please, put down your torches
and pick up mops and soap!
We can clean him.
That would solve everything.
- Can I rub real hard to express my anger?
- Yeah, I guess so.
Good!
Yeah!
Where'd he go?
There's nothing there.
He was the muck.
Oh, Patrick.
- That's my name. - Huh?
Ooh! - At least, I think
it's my name. - That wasn't you
under all that muck?
- Uh, I don't think so.
I went home and took a bath after I realized
that I'd never be allowed in the Krusty Krab again.
- But if that was... then who was...
Now I'm scared!
I'm really scared!
I can't take it!
- Hey, I thought you said you had no sense of smell?
- I don't, but I can see!
- Amazing!