- 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]
[flute plays]
[waves crashing]
[classical music]
♪ ♪
- Nice flipping today, Spatty.
Great grill work, Billy.
And we couldn't have done it without you, Flamey.
See you tomorrow!
[giggles]
Gallopin' garbage!
[foghorn blares]
I've never seen the Krusty Krab covered in this much filth.
- What do you expect from a Sewer Dwellers'
convention, table manners?
- [munches]
- All right.
You've had enough. - [belches]
- You don't have to go back to the sewer,
but you can't stay here.
- [roars]
- We're closed!
- [whimpering]
- Well, make sure this place is spotless before you leave.
- Aye, aye, Mr. Krabs.
Ay-yi-yi.
This is going to take me all night.
Well, I'd better get started.
Hmm.
[twinkling]
[grunting]
I wish I had a friend to help me clean this place up.
[wind howling]
[bicycle bell jingling]
[dramatic music]
Hmm.
Strong wind coming in from the east.
- More specifically, I'd wager,
we're coming in from the northeast.
- Who said that?
- I did, Gov'ner.
[whimsical music]
♪ ♪
- Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!
♪ ♪
- Moppy, that landing was perfectly practical
in every way.
- [barks, pants]
- Who are you?
- Why, I'm Sammy Suckerfish, the jolly janitor I am, I am.
And the word on the wind is you need a little cleaning.
- Boy, do I!
Hiya, Moppy.
- [barks]
- Blimey, will you take a gander at all
that lovely ruddy filth?
- What should we clean first?
- Well, I always like to start with the eyes of the eatery,
that meaning the windows.
- Ooh.
I'm ready! Huh?
- You can put those away, me old mucker.
- But how are we going to wash the windows?
- Well, I'll tell ya.
[snaps fingers]
♪ There are janitors who only clean with brushes ♪
♪ Others use a rag or cloth or broom ♪
♪ But when all is said and done ♪
♪ I find it best to use me tongue ♪
♪ So excuse me while I lick this room ♪
[babbling]
[twinkling]
- Wow!
- Now give your tongue a go.
- OK!
[babbling]
[gulps]
Blech!
[spits] Yuck!
Sammy, that tastes horrible.
Oh!
[grunts]
- How about now?
- Ahh.
[slurps]
Hmm.
[lips smacking]
[in nasal tone] Now I can't taste anything.
- If you can't smell it, you can't taste it.
Back to singing.
♪ Lick all the dirt up lickety-split ♪
♪ Lick all the dirt up, every bit ♪
♪ Lick all the windows, lick all the doors ♪
♪ Lick up the ceiling, lick up the floors ♪
♪ Lick all the dirt up, that's the plan ♪
♪ Spit out the dirt into the can ♪
♪ Lick all the dirt up in the place ♪
♪ Lick all the dirt up off your face ♪
- [slurping]
- [babbling]
- [barks]
- ♪ I'll never use a cloth or rag again ♪
♪ My tongue can now out-clean or brush or mop ♪
- ♪ He's SpongeBob and I'm Sammy ♪
both: ♪ We refuse to use a shammy ♪
♪ We're licking it up and we will never stop ♪
[twinkling]
[both slurping]
- [whimpers]
[dramatic music]
- Ew. - Yum.
- [barks]
[both babbling]
- "Krabs is cheap, Squidward smells."
- [gasps] It's true.
Squidward smells great.
But how do we get this graffiti off?
- Some stains are so tough
they need a little-a bit-a magic soap.
[upbeat music]
One, two, graffiti, boo!
[both babbling]
- Ahh!
- [grunts]
[both gasping]
[both grunt]
[both scream]
[heartbeat thumping]
both: Ah!
- Argh! Hmm?
both: Ha-ha!
[gasping]
- [grunts]
- Argh!
both: Ahh!
[both grunting]
- Ahh!
They're gonna clean us to death--
with our own tongues!
- Not necessarily.
[whistles]
- [barks]
[both yelling]
- Ahh! Ahh! Ahh!
- Graffiti boo!
both: Ahh!
- Hooray!
We did it!
We cleaned everything!
- Psh.
I'm sure there's still more cleaning around here
to do, love.
Sniff out the dirt, Moppy old girl.
- [barks]
[sniffing]
[barking]
- Ooh!
I spy with my little eye this filthy room.
[slurps]
- Oh, uh, no, no!
Mr. Krabs doesn't like anybody in his office.
- I'm sure your Mr. Krabs wouldn't
mind if we tidied up a bit.
These walls are chock-full of clutter.
[babbles]
- But Sammy, that's Mr. Krabs's private property.
- Excuse me, lad.
- Sammy, we're gonna get in big trouble.
- Huh!
[babbles
- Not the safe!
No!
Not the secret formula!
- Secret formula?
You mean this?
- [gasps] Sammy Suckerfish, you spit out that
secret formula this instant!
- I told you, I can't stop cleaning!
[babbles]
- Um, Sammy!
[panting]
[alarm beeping]
[tires screeching]
- Hands up, Plankton.
I got you surrounded-- wha?
- Sammy, stop it!
No!
Huh?
Oh, Mr. Krabs, I'm so sorry.
I told him to stop.
- Step aside, boy-o.
I know what's going on here.
- Evening, Gov'ner.
- Take off that phony British head, Plankton.
You're not fooling anyone.
[both grunting]
- I know you're in there, Plankton.
[echoing] Come on, get out of there already!
- [whimpering]
- Hey, keep it down!
Some people have to steal the secret formula in the morning.
- Wait.
If he's not Plankton, then who is he?
- Um, he-- he's a magical janitor
that licked off your safe door and the secret formula with it!
- Huh?
What?
Give that back!
- No worries, gents.
That safe is as clean as a whistle.
[whistles] Right, Moppy?
- [barks]
- Introducing the Moppettes!
[all cheering]
- ♪ Oh, lick all the dirt up lickety-split ♪
♪ Lick all the dirt up, every bit ♪
♪ Lick all the windows, lick all all the doors ♪
- He's still got the secret formula stuck to his tongue!
- I've gotta get the formula back.
- Me, too.
- Oh, no, you don't, Sheldon.
Get out!
- Hey, I've got a stake in this, too, you know.
- [grunts]
OK.
Temporary truce.
Stop that tongue! - Ahh!
- [babbling]
- Wait! What? Whoa!
- [babbling]
- Double time!
♪ Lick all the dirt up lickety-split ♪
♪ Lick all the dirt up, every bit ♪
♪ Lick all the windows, lick all the doors ♪
♪ Lick up the ceiling, lick up the floors ♪
[both screaming]
- ♪ Lick all the dirt up, that's the plan ♪
♪ Spit out the dirt into the can ♪
♪ Lick all the dirt up in the place ♪
♪ Lick all the dirt up off your face ♪
- Not so hard!
- [babbling]
- ♪ Oh, lick all the dirt up-- ♪
Oh! - Augh!
- Sorry, Sammy, but we need your tongue.
- I told you, I can't stop cleaning!
[babbling]
- Uh, Sammy, you have smudges all over you.
- A smudge? On me?
Well, then, I suppose it's bath time, innit?
[babbling]
both: The secret formula!
- That was fun, eh, Spongey?
So long, and don't say I never give you nothing.
[hacks, spits]
Whoops.
- [gasps] The formula!
Aw, thanks, Gov'ner.
- [slurping]
- Say cheese, secret formula.
[cackling]
- [whistles]
[Moppettes barking]
Clean that dirty little scoundrel!
- Huh?
Uh-- uh, I'm just kidding.
[both munching]
- Ahh!
[Moppettes barking]
- I hope it's clear why we don't let strangers
in after closing time, boy-o.
- Yes, sir, Mr. Krabs.
[laughs]
Crystal clear.
[sobs]
[dramatic music]
♪ ♪
- Yes, sir, I'm well aware that we
need a new super chef for the big, new stadium restaurant.
I found three potential candidates,
and I just need one more, someone with pizzazz!
- [grunting]
- Will you cut the pizzazz and finish the order?
[groans]
- Whoops!
[grunts]
[dramatic music]
♪ ♪
[grunts]
- Listen, I gotta go.
- Hup! Hup! Hup! Hup! Hup! Ahh!
- Hey, buddy.
- Ahh!
[panting]
- That's some mighty fancy cooking.
Is that my order?
[chomps]
[ethereal music]
Ooh.
- Is there anything wrong with it?
- Is there anything wrong, he says.
There's only everything right with it!
What are you doing here in this greasy dump
when you could be a culinary superstar in the big leagues?
Who's your manager? Who?
- Mr. Krabs is my manager.
- What's all that rumpus in here?
Who is this clownfish?
- This clownfish is gonna make you a very wealthy crab.
- Culinary Stadium Restaurant?
What's that?
- It's a bold new concept.
We've converted a baseball stadium into a restaurant
serving thousands of food fans at the same time.
So how much to take this greenhorn,
this rookie, this dinghy full of holes off of your claws?
Look at him.
Food stains on his tie.
[clicks tongue] Deplorable.
- Huh?
[licks] Not deplorable--
delicious!
- I could never part ways with me--
[cash register dings]
[moans] Oh, pardon my vapors.
- But Mr. Krabs, I don't want to leave the Krusty Krab.
- Yeah, far be it from me to hold you back, boy-o.
By the looks of this legal tender,
it's obvious you're destined for bigger and better things.
- Let's get out of here.
- Hey, kid.
Go get 'em, hotshot.
Knock 'em dead.
[clicks tongue]
[wind howling]
Knock 'em dead.
[clicks tongue]
- Huh?
- OK, you lowly hash slingers.
This is the tryout kitchen.
The four of you will compete cooking against each other.
You'll be eliminated one by one until there's only one
of you left standing.
That person and only that person
will cook for the whole stadium and receive
the title of super chef.
- What happens when you're eliminated?
- You'll be selling dirty water hot dogs on the freeway.
- [gasps]
Oh!
- Looks like fun.
Hello.
My name is SpongeBob.
- Put her there.
- Curly finger fries.
Not.
[inhales, blows]
Huh?
Oh!
- Let's go, go, go, you goofy gourmets.
You got your broth, and you got your ingredients.
I want to taste a soup that's unique with a flavor
that's singular!
Let's get cooking!
- [grunts]
- Thanks.
[laughs] Aw, gee.
Looks like you ain't got no fixings for mix-ins.
Ha-ha!
- Hey, that's not fair.
[babbling]
Some romantic dinner music?
- You know what your soup needs?
A little roughage.
Let me "nail" it for you.
[laughs]
- Ten seconds left!
- Oh, what do I do?
What do I do?
- Look at him.
Food stains on his tie.
- My tie!
Dunk, dunk.
[pot clanging]
- [slurps] Hmm.
Not bad.
- Heh-heh-heh. Heh-heh-heh.
- [slurps]
[sputters, coughs]
Nails are unacceptable!
You're out!
- [groans]
[vacuum whirring]
Oh!
- [whimpers]
Oh!
- [slurps] Not bad.
Not good, but not bad.
[slurps] Excellent.
Light, refreshing with just a hint of rayon!
This round goes to the sponge!
[triumphant music]
- [neighs]
- [grumbling]
- Listen up, you gruff guppies.
The next challenge is pizza!
I want a pizza that's extraordinary, unanticipated,
from left field--
and no nails.
- [spits]
- [sighs]
- [chomping]
[blows]
Look, buddy, I'm sorry about before.
Let me make it up to you.
[spits]
I've made this special pizza dough from me
old mother's recipe.
I'd like you to have it.
- Much obliged.
[sniffs] Mmm, minty.
- Heh, heh.
[grunts]
- So you like nails, do you?
[chuckles]
- Huh?
Stealing my cheese, huh?
I know just what to do with shrimps like you.
- Mm, what happened to the shrimp?
I guess some folks can't handle the pressure.
Turtle, you're up.
[chomps]
[spits, coughs]
What did I say about no nails?
You're out!
- It had to be you!
I'll get back at you if it's the last thing I do!
- [grumbling]
- [groans]
[anchor clangs] - Ohh!
[anchor clangs]
[both giggling]
- Huh, unusual shape.
[chomps] Mmm.
[lips smacking]
Hints of mint, tropical berry, cinnamon.
But what's this flavor?
[blows]
- Oh!
[whimpers]
- [laughs] That's it.
Shrimp!
I love shrimp on pizza!
The competition is over.
Looks like you hit a home run, sponge.
Welcome to the big leagues!
- [gasps] Even the dreams that you've never had can come true.
[dramatic music]
- Welcome to the Culinary Stadium, food fans.
The cooking is about to begin.
Food fans, will you please give a warm welcome
to our new super chef, SpongeBob SquarePants?
- That's you, champ.
You're on!
[jazzy music]
- Hey, kid.
Knock it out of the park.
[clicks tongue]
[wind howling] - Ooh.
Knock it out of the park.
[clicks tongue]
- Huh?
Eh.
- Let's cook!
First up, caramelized kelp, pesto coral,
and grilled chocolate algae.
- [grunting]
- Oh, the rookie is off to a great start.
He's showing excellent form.
Look at the arm on that kid.
Fried sea bananas, the gold flake breadsticks,
twigs in a blanket.
[crowd murmuring]
Oh-ho, SpongeBob is handling all the orders
like a true champion.
- Ahh!
- I told him I'd get him back.
[cackles]
- [chomps, spits]
- Hmm.
Why are there no tables up here?
- The tables with food are for the wealthy moneybags
down below in the premium section.
- Hmm.
We only get to watch 'em eat?
- I know.
Isn't it wonderful?
- Give me that.
- Such skill, such agility!
But can he keep up the pace?
[buzzer blares] - [gasps]
- The orders are piling up for our rookie.
- Uh-oh.
Looks like our boy is in trouble.
- Ahh!
Ahh!
- All food bases are loaded!
[crowd booing]
- What are you doing?
- I'm giving SpongeBob an order I know he can win with.
- Let me guess.
- Krabby patties.
- Typical.
- Huh?
- Looks like our chef has a special order, folks.
- Whoo-hoo-hee!
- Wait a minute.
That doesn't look like gourmet food.
- [inhales]
Whoo! Hey! Ha! Ha!
Wap! Hey!
[all chomping]
[cheers and applause]
[whistle blows]
- Time-out!
You're supposed to be cooking high-class
cuisine, not fast food.
- Yeah, well, thanks for the opportunity,
but I like it better in the Krusty leagues.
I forfeit.
- Huh, these kids today.
No respect for the game.
[jazzy music]
- Hey, kid.
You're blowing up big-time.
Don't you hear 'em? [clicks tongue]
[together] SpongeBob! SpongeBob! SpongeBob!
- Go out there.
Take your final bow.
- [pants]
[wind howling]
- Take your final bow.
- Where the heck does he go?
[pants]
[jazzy music]
[triumphant music]
Yeah!
Oh.
[laughs] Thank you.
[bomb ticking]
Thank you.
[loud explosion]
[all gasping]
- Huh?
- [grunts]
- Our boy's come back to us!
- Didn't I tell you you were blowing up?
- You sure did, kid.
[clicks tongue]