KNKing Neptune
Yours is superior. [bows to SpongeBob] Therefore I concede to you, SpongeBob SquarePants, you win. [The crowd cheers]
SPSpongeBob and Patrick
Yeah! [dancing] We're going to Atlantis! We're going to Atlantis!
[King Neptune laughs]
KNKing Neptune
You, SpongeBob. That repulsive thing in my palace?
You mean, Patrick can't come?
KNKing Neptune
[laughs] No, of course not.
KNKing Neptune
Ah, the only friend you need, my dear boy, is the royal grill.
[crying and wiping his tears with a tissue] It was nice knowing you, buddy![Mr. Krabs cries]
[pats Mr. Krabs' claws] I know, Mr. Krabs, I'll miss you, too.
KNKing Neptune
[luggage appears next to SpongeBob] Come, SpongeBob, grab your things! It's time to depart to Atlantis! [a two-seater bike appears. He rings bell and pats SpongeBob's seat]
I don't wanna go! [cries]
KNKing Neptune
It's too late now. I can't live without your burgers! [grows giant] You're going to be a god and like it! [zaps SpongeBob and he becomes a muscular god. But being the same size, he looks a little strange] Maybe we do have a problem.
[in a booming voice] Wait, Neptune! I have another idea! [summons lightning]
[The scene cuts to the outside of the Krusty Krab. Patrick walks in the Krusty Krab, his face still on his bottom]
Good morning, Krusty Krew.
Hi, Patrick. What'll you have?
Uhhh... [drools stupidly]
[SpongeBob writes Patrick's order on the notepad. King Neptune screams, drawing SpongeBob's attention]
KNKing Neptune
The accursed stove has burnt my finger! Feel thine own wrath, stove! [uses his powers to zap the stove] Haha!
[in a stern voice] What did I tell you about using your powers, trainee?
KNKing Neptune
[sighs, then embarrassedly puts his arms behind his back] Uh... Perfect patties are made with love, not magic.
[SpongeBob smiles, ending the episode]
The hooks, me bucko! They're back! Beware the hooks!
Aye, the hooks! They dangle down and draw you close with their pleasing shapes and beguiling colors, and just when you think you've found the land of milk and honey, they grab ya by the britches, and haul you way up high, and higher, and higher, and higher, until you're hauled up to the surface, flopping and gasping for breath! And then they cook ya, and then they eat ya...or worse!
[terrified] What could be worse than that?
What did I tell ya about those hooks, boy?
I'll tell ya about the hooks. You ride 'em up, and up, and up, then you gently float down.
And do ya know what happens when ya don't float back down?
Worse! Ya end up vacuum-packed, in a can of tuna! With nothin' to look forward to but the smell of mayonnaise!
I need a sailor's promise! Repeat after me: Yoho! Yoho! Near the hooks, I'll never go!
SPSpongeBob and Patrick
Yoho! Yoho! Near the hooks, we'll never go.
[A hook comes down and pokes Mr. Krabs in the butt]
YOOOWIE! Mother of Pearl! Fire on the poop deck! [rubs his butt]
SPSpongeBob and Patrick
Ahh! Mother of Pearl! Fire on the poop deck! [rub their butts]
Hey SpongeBob, you're going the wrong way!
I always go to work this way.
You're not going to work today, we're gonna go play Hooky!
But, Patrick, we promised.
Well, I had my fingers crossed.
You don't have any fingers, Patrick.
Well, that Mr. Krabs is just a big dummy! We played on those hooks all day long, and nothing happened to us!
Look, SpongeBob. Are you gonna listen to a big dummy, or are you gonna listen to me?
[takes away the conch signal from SpongeBob] Alright, that's it! Gimme that! You're running us ragged.
[while crawling on the walkway of SpongeBob's house] Must answer clarion call! [collapses]
[while tearing up] I'm sorry, Barnacle Boy! I didn't mean it! I just wanted to spend time with you! You're my heroes! [starts crying]
It's too late for that, Mr. Contest Winner. I'm gonna destroy this thing with my sulfur vision! [tries to use his sulfur vision to destroy the conch but is unsuccessful. He tries again, but he still doesn't succeed] Well, I'll destroy it when I get back to the Mermalair. Uh, and as for you... [puts the conch in his pocket]
[gets up] Barnacle Boy, don't squash his enthusiasm. After all, he could be the hero of tomorrow, or the villain. Besides, I remember another young whipper-snapper, who wanted to be a super-hero. [takes out a picture. The image shows Barnacle Boy as a kid holding a lollipop; chuckles]
You don't even remember breakfast, you old coot.
[walks up to SpongeBob, still crying] Maybe the conch signal is too much responsibility. [SpongeBob stops crying] But how would you like to spend the rest of the afternoon on patrol?
[while he and SpongeBob are running to the Invisible Boatmobile] To the Invisible Boatmobile! [Barnacle Boy becomes angry]
