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!
- Karen, I...
- Oh, sorry, Planky-bear.
I'm just a little distracted
waiting for our baby to be delivered.
- Oh, well, that makes sense.
A baby?
I don't want a baby.
- It's too late to stop it now.
It's been nine months
and the baby is no longer on back order.
- Can we ask for store credit instead?
My baby's here.
- Not if I have anything to say about it.
Oh, Planky-Poo, look how cute our baby is.
- Oh, please, that thing isn't even a graphing calculator.
Weak. - Oh, come on.
How can you look at our baby's itty wittle keyboard
and say he's not the cutest?
I have the perfect name for him.
Well, don't you wanna know the name?
- Not really. - It's Chip.
He's named after my grandfather.
Great.
Here we go with the crying.
Will you please hush that thing up?
- There you go. All better.
- Wow, how did you do that so fast?
- Simple, I just typed 4-4-4-5
in his cute little keyboard.
- I don't get it.
Shhh.
At least it can't get more annoying.
Hello.
A little drone told me
you two are new parents.
So I just had to bring over a little present for the baby.
Hello, baby.
- Oh, I think little Chip likes you.
- Obviously not the brightest diode in the box.
- Look, Chip, your uncle Spongebob
got you a little something.
It's a can of compressed air
to keep your keys nice and clean,
like this.
- Come on, walk to Mommy.
That's it.
You can do it.
You're walking, baby.
You call that walking?
This is walking.
This is how you do it.
This is how it's done.
- Ah! Mama's big boy is upgrading.
- Aw.
Whoa, ah.
This stinks.
- Let's see if we can find some friends
for Mama's special little boy.
You need to interface with someone fun.
Try that videogame over there.
It doesn't look too dangerous.
Careful, Chip.
Uh, those monsters are too big.
Come out of that game right now.
Chip, get out of there.
- So you think you can do whatever you want
because you're a teenager now.
You just wait until I tell your father.
- What did you just say to me?
- I told Chip that game was too dangerous,
and do you know what he said to me?
- And?
Just talk to your son. I need to cool my circuits.
- Ooh, uh, hey, buddy.
Heh, what you doing?
- Yeah, I hear you.
So, uh, what happened at the arcade?
- What?
Your mother stopped your game,
even though you were crushing it?
Your mother clearly doesn't get you, man.
But I have the perfect solution to your problem.
Run away.
- Yes, I said run away.
Take off, see the world.
You do you.
- Eh, now get out of here, you little scamp.
- So, how was your talk with Chip?
- Oh, it went great. He's a good boy.
- Yeah, he wh...where... where is he?
- Oh, he ran away. - What?
Why would my baby run away?
- Because I told him to. Duh.
Karen, baby,
let's be reasonable here.
- You find our son and bring him home this instant
or don't bother coming home.
I'm going, I'm going!
Chip, Chip.
Where are you, boy?
Come to Daddy.
Ugh, what am I saying?
Chip, Chip.
- Psst, hey, kid, you lost?
- Meh.
- Running away from home, huh? Cool.
Why don't you come hang with me and my buddies?
Oh, don't be scared. In here.
Check it out, guys.
I found us a new friend.
- I know, right? It is cool here.
There's just one thing.
If you wanna be part of us,
we're gonna need your parts.
- Oh, come on, kid, don't be like that.
We've all done it.
Get him!
- Chip, your mother's gonna kill me if I can't find you.
That's him. He's in trouble.
Don't worry, son. Daddy is coming.
Get away from my son.
Get away from me!
- Father.
Leave my father alone.
- Your first word was father.
Wait until I rub this in Karen's face.
- No! The delicious horror.
- Oh, you should've seen it, Karen.
Chip was all like, "Stay away from my Daddy,
"who is the most brilliant, handsome genius in the world."
- Oh, brother.
- Aw, we had got the best kid ever.
Aw.
- Come on, son, let your old man buy you
a quart of oil.
Whoo-hoo!
Yes.
- Sorry, Dad, I'd love to, but I'm leaving for college.
- I went to college.
- Eight semesters later...
Ouch, watch it, Karen.
We don't want Chip to know we're spying
on his first day at work.
- Beep, beep, beep, beep, beep, beep.
Hey, what...?
Hey.
Hey. Give me my money.
That's my boy.