- 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!
[laughing]
♪ ♪
[waves crashing]
[frantic music]
♪ ♪
- [mutters]
Finally, I've captured the fiery passion that is...
moi.
Huh?
- [coos] - [groans]
How did a clam get in here?
[grumbles]
I'll show you for defiling my art.
Yah!
[wails]
Look what you've done!
My bust is busted!
- [cooing]
Ah. - Oh boy, a message!
"Hello, Patrick. From Sporg-Bub."
Ooh, a mystery sender.
[all cooing]
Gotcha.
[playful music]
Safe travels.
[exclaims]
[blows landing]
- Get out! Get out!
- Oh! Oh boy!
Patrick responded.
- Ah. - Aww.
It's a duck and a chicken kissing, I think?
[doorbell rings]
Be right back, clammies.
[humming]
Oh, hello, Squidward.
Are you trying out a new sunscreen?
- What? No!
It's those stupid clams.
Why are they flying through my house?
- They're carrier clams.
Patrick and I are sending each other messages.
- Well, your brainless bivalves are going through my windows
and destroying my art!
Just promise me you'll stop sending your clams
through my window.
- Ah. - "Behind you"?
- We promise! - Aah!
[grumbles furiously]
♪ ♪
[sighs] Peace and quiet.
[doorbell rings] Huh?
Oh, that must be the new marble slabs I ordered.
Hello. [both cooing]
[groans] What?
More clams?
Oh, shoo, shoo!
[grunting]
[straining]
[both cooing]
Oh, that is it.
Time to take matters into my own tentacles.
[clams chattering] Huh?
- Hey, it's rude to laugh
at Squidward's hilarious shame.
[triangle dinging]
- Patrick, I'm sending over lunch!
- Thank Neptune. I'm starving!
- [snickers]
[low humming]
[all chattering]
[sawing, hammering]
Have fun at the Chowder Factory.
[laughs]
[sighs] You did it, Squidward.
You finally put a stop to those stupid clams.
[rumbling] Hmm?
- Uh...
oh boy, chowder!
Thanks for the grub, SpongeBob!
[grunts]
[can whirring]
Hmm? [all growling]
- [groans weakly] Huh?
Did you have fun
at the Chowder Factory?
Aah! Ow!
Hot chowder!
[growls]
All right, Squidward.
If you can't beat 'em, ignore 'em.
[soft classical music]
[laughs smugly]
[crashing]
[growls]
[alarm blares]
[light music]
Huh?
- Oh. Oh, hey, Squidw-- [groans]
Ow.
- Oh, great.
The idiot parade is in town.
- Oh, no. We don't meet until May.
Or was it Septemuary?
Ow.
I'm just having my carrier clams
carry me to SpongeBob's house.
Ow.
It's easier this way.
- Allow me to show you a shortcut.
[mumbling] - [screams]
Aah! Oh, hi, Squidward.
- [grunting]
- Thanks, buddy.
See you in Septemuary.
- Hey, what took ya so long?
- I ran into traffic.
And a house.
- Ow, ow, ow! - Huh?
- Ow, ow! Aah!
[screaming]
- Those clams sure do love Squidward.
- Well, I'm not so sure he loves them.
Maybe we should train our clams to avoid him.
- Oh, yeah! Like everybody else does.
[big band music]
♪ ♪
[laughs]
Ha.
Aah!
- Hmm. [clams chomping]
♪ ♪
[gasps]
[whistle blows] - Mmm.
[groaning] [clams chomping]
- Hmm.
[all coo]
- Huh? No! [whimpers]
[whistle blows]
- [exclaims]
♪ ♪
[all cooing]
- [giggles]
♪ ♪
Uh. [chomps]
[bell rings] - Hmm.
[grunts]
[soft, curious music]
- Hmm? Huh?
[all cooing] Oh, no.
Here they come! Huh?
Phew.
What the-- [groaning]
[screams]
[bright jazz music]
♪ ♪
[growling]
No.
Well, at least I'm not naked this time.
[both growl]
Huh?
- And on your left, you'll see a naked octopus
locked out of his house.
[all oohing]
- Aah!
I can't take it anymore.
I'll have to fight fire with fire!
[mysterious music]
♪ ♪
[whispers] Psst. Over here.
- Sign here to accept the package.
And sign here to accept possibility of injury,
maiming, or death.
Nice knowing you, pal.
- Finally, my secret weapon...
[laughs]
[grunts]
A great scallop.
- [roars]
- [laughs weakly]
Nice killer clam.
Are you hungry?
- [roars]
- Well, here's a whole buffet.
Sic 'em, boy!
[all chattering]
[all screaming]
[tense music]
♪ ♪
Ha ha!
Who's got the clam now?
I do!
♪ I got the greatest scallop ♪ - Wow, Squidward.
- Aww, they're so pretty. Look!
- Huh?
[all cooing]
[soft classical music]
♪ ♪
Hey! I bought you to scare those dumb clams,
not dance with 'em!
[grunts]
- [growls, snarls]
[dramatic music]
- Incoming!
- Aah!
[screaming] - Yoink.
- Boy, is that guy gonna be mad when he gets home.
[both panting]
♪ ♪
[gasps] - There's no escaping them.
We're doomed!
- Oh, cheer up, Squidward.
At least we have each other.
- That doesn't cheer me up.
Hey, I think the clams left.
[tense music]
♪ ♪
- [squeaks]
[both coo]
♪ ♪
- The clams didn't leave.
- Uh, maybe we can just wait 'em out until they migrate?
[laughs] - Yeah.
What's another six months?
[echoing] Six months, six months, six months.
[rumbling] - [stuttering]
What's happening?
[all yelling]
[dramatic music]
♪ ♪
- I think we're migrating.
- Patrick, commence operation Shooting Star.
- What, you mean, like, jump out of the window?
- Uh-huh, yeah. Jump out the window.
- Oh, okay. [groans]
[both exclaim]
- [gasps]
- [groans] - Jump, Squidward!
Jump! - [moans uneasily]
Oh, no, I'm getting farther away.
Wait a minute, I'm getting farther away.
So long, boys!
I'm finally moving on up!
[laughs]
♪ ♪
Still better than living next to SpongeBob.
[upbeat music]
♪ ♪