SpongeBob SquarePants Presents The Tidal Zone

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!

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- 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 *

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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?