[The scene bubble wipes to SpongeBob walking Gary to the pet park. He shows Gary to a guard.]
GGuard
[removes sunglasses] Huh. Alright, go on through. [SpongeBob and Gary walk into the park, then Patrick walks to the entrance. stops Patrick with his hand while in a goofy position] Hold it right there! I'm gonna need to see some proof of pet.
Of course! [holds up his "pet," which is just a rock]
GGuard
[takes off his sunglasses] That's a rock.
GGuard
I don't see how this thing is a pet?
[tosses Rolly onto the guard's face] Oh, here! Take a closer look! [Rolly rolls off the guards face, and the guard falls down.]
GGuard
Oh, yes, he's adorable! Go right in! [face falls flat]
SSuzie
[as Plankton stands up and tries to keep his balance] Legs ain't your problem, honey. If you want to tango, you got to learn to dance with your [moves hips] hips.
With my lips? [live-action close-up of him moving his lips] This isn't working.
[eyes roll off her screen] Ugh.
SSuzie
That's because I said hips! Watch me. All you got to do is... [moves hips]
Wow, your hips are so hip. You got your work cut out for you, Sheldon.
SSuzie
Of course they can. You got to force them to do it. [holds onto Plankton and Karen] The tango is physical, [dances with Karen] emotional, and most importantly, [pushes the two out of the way] aggressive.
PKPlankton and Karen
What?
Aggressive? [grinning evilly with Karen] Now you're talking my language.
Yeah, we speak fluent aggression.
SSuzie
Good. Tap into that aggression and put it in your [flexes arm] hips. Now, abrazo. [slams hands together] Embrace!
PKPlankton and Karen
[grabbing onto each other] Abrazo.
EWEvil Witch
[reading the directions on Mr. Krabs' cookbook] A cup of milk? Two eggs? A loaf of bread? And kelp sugar? Eh, all right. [puts the ingredients in a cauldron] Shoo. [a plate of French toast floats up] French toast? [taps her wand in the green substance and hash browns, quiche, and huevos rancheros float up] Hash browns? Quiche? Huevos rancheros? What the heck? What's wrong with this blasted spellbook? [grabs the cookbook and reads the name] "Uncle Jimmy's Breakfast Magic"? It's a cookbook! Oh... I better find out who got my spell book, and fast. [the plate of quiche bumps into her arm] Huh? Right [the wand transforms into a fork] after I finish my quiche.
[Bubble transition back to inside the Krusty Krab, where the customers are still in the breakfast transformations with SpongeBob, Squidward, and Mr. Krabs in worry.]
Maybe all the weird stuff I've been cooking caused all of this. [Squidward looks at him unamused, and SpongeBob chuckles nervously] Would explain the [the Necronomicon book flies out the order window] cauldron too. [points to the Necronomicon flying] And the flying cookbook.
[The cookbook flies to the front of the restaurant and emits a green light, which grabs various breakfast items to create a body.]
[as the cookbook forms the items into a body]'" The cookbook is using tasty breakfast treats to create a monster!
[The cookbook roars and everyone in the restaurant screams. The Evil Witch appears with a purple cloud emit.]
EWEvil Witch
Oh, so this is where my spell book went.
[The breakfast monster kicks barrels and a table away, breaks off another table and throws it at SpongeBob, Squidward, and Mr. Krabs - which they duck.]
Ooh, a customer! Take her order, Squidward.
EWEvil Witch
Uh, thanks, but I couldn't eat another bite! [belches] I'm here to swap books with ya. I think my spell book got mixed with your cookbook.
FKFuture Karen
[phases through the Chrome Bucket as a chrome orb] Sheldon, welcome home.
Karen, is that you? I see you've had some work done.
FKFuture Karen
Uh-huh. And that's not the only work I've been doing.
Ooh. [rubbing hands] Have you completed some kind of deadly destructive robot?
FKFuture Karen
Negative. [displays an easel] I have been working on my art pieces. [sprays a gray background with two squiggly lines] I'm quite successful, in fact. [A couple appears.]
WWife
Oh, honey, [pointing] this would match the couch in the living room.
HHusband
We'll [holds up chrome money] take it. [Future Karen takes the money, then the couple walk off with the painting]
You chewing that crusty gum has freed me from Mermaid Man's bubblegum trap! What's your name, my bulbous buddy?
What a perfect name for my new sidekick. Or should I say, in-sidekick? [swallows Bubble Bass and spits the tub out]
[screaming and stretching in the Dirty Bubble] Let me out!
[laughs evilly as he retracts to fit Bubble Bass' shape] As a reward for releasing me, you're my new partner in crime.
[opens bathroom door while holding a basket of laundry] What's going on in--? Huh? Bubble Bass, you're even filthier than before you took a bath!
It's not my fault, Mother. I'm trapped inside this foul felon!
[points up] That cloud looks like an elephant fish.
[points] That one looks like an iron maiden.
[points] That one looks like a baby jellyfish.
Ooh, [points] that one looks like a depth charge. Thank you, SpongeBob, for a truly wonderful day. [gets up] I had a lot of brothers and sister growing up, but never one who was actually nice to me.
Little brother, I'm ready.
[stands up holding the brotherly love meter] We're real brothers now. [tosses away meter] I'm ready to share my deepest, most secretest [Plankton's pupil turns into the secret formula] secret. [Plankton forms an evil expression] I swore I'd never tell it to anyone. Oh, but I'm nervous. Could you go first?
Of course. Anything for my brother. Eh. [pacing] I put on a gruff exterior because I don't want the world to hurt me. But deep down, I'm afraid I'll push everyone away and end up alone. [looks up at SpongeBob, whose sad face is shown in a close-up]
Well, thanks very much for sharing that, little brother. Now it's my turn. [inhales deeply] No one is supposed to know this, but--but--
Yes? [holds out pen and notepad] Yes?
My tie, it's-- [holds out his tie, which is revealed to be a clip-on] a clip-on!
[points with pen] I knew it! Wait, what?
I never learned how to tie a tie! Look at it! Look at it! [holds tie in front of Plankton and rubs it onto him] Look your eyes upon my accursed shame! [breathes heavily, wipes sweat] Whew, sure felt good to get that off my chest.
That's it? That's your secret? [grabs eye] Are you kidding me?
Yep, that was it. Wait, are you upset?
You're darn right I am! You were supposed to tell me the secret formula! Nobody cares about your tie!
The secret formula? That's what you wanted to hear? Oh, I can't share that. [pokes head] It's locked in my brain box.
[Zoom into SpongeBob's brain box, where a police guard Mr. Krabs is snoring while lounging in front of a safe. Beeping is heard.]
Well, then, [holds up chainsaw] I'll use this key to unlock it! [laughs evilly, SpongeBob shrieks, Plankton laughs evilly even more, then is taken away by Harold, swinging around while being held]
Oh, boy, I was afraid of this.
[holding the basket] It looks like you two just weren't made to be brothers. [shakes head] Such a shame.
[Harold places white clothing onto him] Hey, what are you doing?
Well, the only thing responsible parents can do--making our child someone else's problem. [places Plankton in the basket, then he and Margaret take off]
[waving] Bye, Plankton. I really liked having you as a brother.
Yeah, well, I hated every minute-- [Harold puts a pacifier in his mouth, which he sucks on, Margaret places Plankton in the basket in front of the Star family house, rings the doorbell, then he and Margaret quickly leave]
BBunny
[answers the front door with Cecil] Why, look, Cecil! It's a baby boy.
CCecil
Fantastic! I've always wanted our son to have a brother. Oh, Patrick!
[opens the top window and jumps out of it, taking Plankton with him] All right! Let's play checkers! [spits out a checkerboard and hits Plankton against the board repeatedly] Checkers! Checkers! Checkers!
Ouch! Ow! [Patrick giggles, injured] Oh, brother.
HHans
[turning the page] While the Prince took a quick nappy-poo, the seven jellies who live in the hive were happily at work.
[Melodic buzzing is heard as the camera pans down to the seven jellies, with most of them in a minecart. Gary tosses a pickax to Nutty, then to Puffy, Drippy, Cooty, and Dummy. A pickax falls onto Dummy's head, who grabs it. The jellies are seen mining for jelly as Gary passes by on a minecart rack.]
SJSeven Jellies
[singing] ♪ We mine, flowers of the sea so we can make sweet jelly.
KKrusty
[using a calculator] ♪ And I can make, me money. ♪
DDummy
[emerges from the jelly pile] ♪ This pollen sure smells funny. ♪ [sneezes, propelling himself into the sky, screaming]
NNutty
[mines at a flower, then struggles to pull her pickax out, which hits the other jellies, making Puffy inflate as well and making everyone fall down into the jelly barrow]
NNutty
[gasps, then yells as Dummy crushes her into the pile, then everyone emerges from it]
AAll
[look at each other] Huh? [laugh before a cuckoo clock goes off]
[A cuckoo clock on the side of a mountain goes off. The cuckoo bird, which looks like Lady Prunes, comes out.]
CCuckoo
Stop working, you morons! It's 5 o'clock! [spits] Bingo! [goes back inside the clock]
SJSeven Jellies
[cheering as they leave]
DDrippy
[grunting as he pushes the minecart]
HHans
[narrating] When the Seven Jellies got home, [the jellies enter their house, Nutty screams] They did not expect to find a snoring monster in their kitchen.
SYSnow Yellow
[stuck in the same position, snoring]
[with a bag of popcorn] Oh, my. I hope he isn't too hurt. [eats popcorn, chuckles]
[jumps down to Santa] Santa, talk to me, big fella. [grabs him]
SSanta
[groans, disoriented] Mrs. Claus, the Easter Bunny is here to see you. [points to Sandy]
Oh, that ain't good. Come on, Santa. Don't you know what day it is?
SSanta
Of course. [holds up a heart and flowers] Happy Valentine's Day! [kisses Sandy] Mwah. [falls over and groans]
That old elf is one sugarplum shy of a fruitcake.
Yeah, bro. How is Santa gonna deliver our presents now?
He's not. Sandy knocked him right out of the sky with her big dumb tree.
That's exactly why I don't trust trees. [SpongeBob puts his hand on his shoulder]
But what's the point of having Christmas without any [screams] PRESENTS!?
You, like, totally ruined Christmas. [cries, running off and knocking people over]
Oh, no. This is all my fault. I'm so sorry, y'all.
It'll be OK, Sandy. At least Santa's having a good time.
SSanta
[walking drunkenly] Hey, where are you goin'? The party's just gettin' started. [party horn toots, falls down] Whoa! [party horn toots]
[puts her hands on her face] Oh!
[SpongeBob and Patrick, with Space alien hats, start to Celebrate.]
[Squidward enters with a Space alien mask and a nightshirt]
[Stammering] A r-r-r-real space alien! Greetings, sir.
[Laughs and takes off the mask] It's me, you tin - foiled twins! It Was all me! Space aliens don't exist! Get it?!
Thank you, Squidward. [He and Patrick take off their hats] We can see know how silly we really were.
