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Are you ready, kids?
kids: Aye, aye, Captain!
I can't hear you.
kids: Aye, aye, Captain!
* Ohh... *
* Who lives in a pineapple under the sea? *
kids: SpongeBob SquarePants!
- * Absorbent and yellow and porous is he *
kids: SpongeBob SquarePants!
- * If nautical nonsense be something you wish *
kids: SpongeBob SquarePants!
- * Then drop on the deck and flop like a fish *
kids: SpongeBob SquarePants! - Ready?
all: SpongeBob SquarePants!
SpongeBob SquarePants!
SpongeBob SquarePants!
SpongeBob
SquarePants!
* *
* *
- You are traveling through an aquatic dimension.
A dimension not only of laughs and giggles,
but of uncontrollable nose milk.
When things start to get coocoo,
there's a pretty good chance you may have
just entered "The Tidal Zone!"
And we're back!
Yay!
- Our next guest on "The Patrick Show"
are the wonderfully talented Captain Quaaa...
Quaaa...
Ahh!
Captain Quasar and Pat-Tron!
all: Ahh!
Welcome to the show, fellas.
Cool spaceship.
Where are you guys from?
Um, outer space.
Out her face?
- No. Just outer space.
Well, better out than in!
Oh! Ooh!
- Pat-Tron, I told you to turn off your laugh track.
It always strips his gears.
Don't worry, folks.
I can fix it.
- Ha-ha-ha-ha, Ha-ha-ha-ha.
I can't fix it!
Let me out!
Evacuating robo-bowels.
- Ooh, I got something stuck to my melon.
That's my shrink ray.
I thought I lost that.
Ooh!
- Ahh! It's making my head all spicy!
Ahh!
- Stop! Give me back my shrink ray!
Ahh!
- Hola, my little chatty show hosts.
Ahh! Ahh! Ahh!
Who wants to order a pizza?
Ahh-- Ooh.
I'll take a large with pineapple and potpourri.
both: Ohhh!
Here you go.
- Um, fear not, studio audience.
I will unshrink them with the growth ray I have in my ship.
Woo...hoo?
Wow.
Our house is gigantic now!
Oh, here's my gum!
And so cinematic.
It's cine-gigantic!
Is that even a word?
- Ha, don't be retupulous, Bunny, of course not.
Being small is gonna be fun-gigantic!
Last one to the big, stinky sock is a rotten fish egg!
Hey, good one, Dad!
- Shall we?
both: * Small, small, small, small, small, small, small *
* *
Diminutive.
- Yee-haw!
Whoo-hoo!
Tiny.
Puny.
- Whoa!
Itty-bitty.
- Whoo! - Whoo-hoo!
Teensy-weensy.
Small.
Ahh.
Lovely. -
Ahh!
Not now, Tinkle!
- I wish GrandPat were here to enjoy this.
Hee-hee! Ahh!
- Hello! - Ahh!
- Ooh!
Ha-ha-ha!
Oh!
Can't an old man play violent video games in peace anymore?
Grr!
Water?
We got shrunk.
Hey, GrandPat!
- Can you get us some tiny towels?
Vermin?
I'll get you with my bug spray breath!
GrandPat! No!
- Hey! Where'd they go?
- You'll be safe in here, Stars.
- Whew. That was a close shave.
Thank you for saving us.
Yeah.
We apologize for GrandPat.
He thinks we're vermin.
- Yeah. Like you.
No worries.
We were just sitting down to eat our roasted peppermint.
- It's not much, but we're willing to share it with you.
Share what?
- Patrick! Manners!
Minty.
I'll get it!
Ooh, I do hope it's more guests.
Boop.
both: Ooh!
Ahh!
I see you!
GrandPat?
- To survive in the wild, we find it best to stay
out of family squabbles.
Dartfishes, scatter!
Ahh!
- Ahh... - Grr!
- Ooh, take that! - Ahh!
- GrandPat scared our new friends away.
This time he's gone too far.
- Then I guess his beloved family is gonna
have to teach him a lesson.
That's us, right?
What?
- Ooh, all this pest-huntin' is making me hangry.
Let's see here.
both: Cake molds away!
Huh?
Why you--
Gah! Ahh! Achoo!
Ahh!
Why those little--
Ahh!
Grr. Ahh!
Revenge of the vermin, eh?
Ahh.
Ohh!
You! Ahh!
Ohh! Ohh!
Oh! Oh! Ahh! Ahh!
Whoa-ho-ho! Ahh! Ahh! Augh!
Ohh, these insects are smarter than my family.
That's it! No more Mr. Nice Geezer!
Dentures, go get 'em!
Ahh!
Hi.
I am Rube-dor.
I shrunk you down with my futuristic
shrink suckers to save you from harm.
Thanks, Rube-dor.
- And to introduce you to the shimmering, shiny city
of Shmandor.
Ooh.
Shmandor is the place to be.
Shmandor has fine dining,
spacious homes,
a state-of-the-art transit system,
shopping centers.
And conveniently located under the sea,
Shmandor is entirely made of hand-blown glass.
Amazing.
Oh, boy, can we live here?
Sure, we can, kids.
Shmandor is so beautiful, it makes me feel like...
* Singing *
Hold on!
There's no singing allowed in Shmandor!
And that's why!
Yuck.
Who wants to live in a place where you can't sing?
* That was a close one *
- * And here comes a closer one *
Ahh!
- We're too small to be run over.
- Whew. - Ha-ha.
- Now, where would I hide if I was a filthy flea?
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