♪ Oh happy birthday on you ♪
♪ It's your birthday, it's true ♪
♪ It's the day that I built you ♪
♪ Happy birthday on ♪
Oh, Sheldon.
This has been the best birthday I've ever had.
And it ain't over yet.
It's time for the birthday girl to open her presents.
Ta-da.
Oh?
It's a gift certificate for tango lessons.
Oh, you know I'd love to dance with you, sweetie,
but we've tried this before.
And if you recall--
Yeah?
Oh, yeah?
Yee-haw.
It did not go well.
This time is going to be different.
Because your other birthday present is this.
The Leg Yanker Five Zillion.
This is for you, baby.
Oh.
Hmm, nice weather up here.
Whoa.
Well, hello, tall, green, and evil.
May I have this dance?
Love the new stems, Plankton.
Whoa.
It's 8:00 p.m. already.
Where's our dance instructor?
Hello, class.
I'm your tango instructor, Susie Groove.
And when I'm done with you, this is how you gotta move.
So everyone start dancing, and I'll come
around and give you some tips.
♪ Ahh ahh ahh, la la la la la la la la ♪
You're breaking the first rule, honey.
It takes two to tango.
Sorry, Miss Groove.
Mr. Krabs ordered me to be Pearl's tango partner tonight,
but she just doesn't dig my tangy moves.
SpongeBob, you can't tango.
I need a real dance partner,
not a cackling, bow-legged goofball.
No offense.
I took it as a compliment.
I can teach anyone to tango.
All you gotta do is...
Wow, you can tango.
Thanks to Susie Groove.
That's too close to tango.
One, two, three.
Relax, Sheldon.
I'm trying, my little whirling dervish,
but these legs have minds of their own.
Not that way, you idiots.
Damn you.
Hya!
Compose yourself, darling.
We're in public.
I know.
I just need something to balance me.
See?
It works.
Uh-oh.
Wait, I got it.
I got it.
Stop dancing!
- Ow. - Sorry, Susie.
I just washed my legs, and I can't do a thing with them.
Legs ain't your problem, honey.
If you want to tango, you got to learn
to dance with your hips.
With my lips?
This isn't working.
Ugh.
That's because I said hips.
Watch me.
All you got to do is...
Wow, your hips are so hip.
You got your work cut out for you, Sheldon.
My hips can't do that.
Of course they can.
You got to force them to do it.
The tango is physical, emotional,
and most importantly, aggressive.
What?
Aggressive?
Now you're talking my language.
Yeah, we speak fluent aggression.
Good.
Tap into that aggression and put it in your hips.
Now, abrazo.
Embrace.
both: Abrazo.
Ready?
All you gotta do is...
Terrific tangoing, Planktons.
Yeah.
I thought we were good.
Oh, how nice of you to say.
Abrazo, my stinky cheese.
Abrazo, my rotten rose.
Oh, no, I accidentally dropped my spike strip.
Oopsie.
We're the king and queen of tango.
OK, Planktons, take four.
Ahh!
That wasn't very nice of Plankton and Karen.
No, it wasn't, but that's the tango, honey.
Bravo, Planktons.
Nice aggression.
Oh, thank you, Susie.
I haven't had this much fun since I got defragged.
I'd say we're the best in the class, wouldn't you,
Miss Groove?
I think you're both great, but my top students
might disagree.
both: Top students?
Yeah.
They're late today.
The tango masters have arrived.
Sorry we're late.
Bubble Bass needed clean underwear.
Mother.
Bubble Bass and his mom?
That's right.
Mother and I have won the Undersea Tango Championship
three years in a row.
We're the best.
But yet somehow, and without warning, we're the best!
I smell a dance-off.
Insects first.
Hmph.
Ta-da.
Well, try and out-tango that.
Don't mind if we do.
Huh?
I said we're the best.
Abrazo.
Looks like someone ordered a Bass sandwich.
Well, that was fun.
But I guess we're not aggressive enough
to be the best.
Nobody is more aggressive than us.
They just have more practice.
If only there was some way we could cheat and show them
who's really the best.
Let's just go home, Sheldon.
Here, this fell out of your pocket.
Ooh, it's my Ray-Ray ray, the device
that turns me into my alter ego with great hair, Ray-Ray.
That'll make me more aggressive.
Ooh, you're right, Plankton.
My Ray-Ray is the only one who could take charge of this.
Hold still.
It's Ray-Ray, baby.
Oops.
Sorry, wrong old man.
It's Ray-Ray, baby.
Looks like someone ordered a cold plate of revenge.
With extra humiliation.
Tango rematch, honey.
No.
Whoo!
Whoa!
Whoo!
Go, Ray-Ray, go.
I want to hate the Planktons, but they're so good.
Oh, there, there, there.
He dances like an angel.
Of death.
By the tango vested in me, I pronounce Karen and Ray-Ray
my top students, honey.
We did it, Ray-Ray.
We're the best.
Happy birthday, Karen-cakes, top of the world.
Now for the big finish.
Oh, no.
Too much friction.
Oh my--
My legs!
Sorry, that's my line.
Here, Plankton, you can borrow my legs.
No, thanks.
Mine are growing back already.
Thank you, Karen.
It takes two to tango.
Come here, Ray-Ray.
all: The name's Ray-Ray, baby.
both: Uh-oh.