♪ SpongeBob ♪
♪ I'm off to summer camp ♪
♪ SpongeBob ♪
♪ Through nature I will tramp ♪
♪ SpongeBob will have you screaming ♪
♪ While milk is streaming right out of your nose ♪
Whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa, whoa-whoa-whoa!
Ahh! Ahh!
♪ SpongeBob ♪
♪ When nature's calling ♪
♪ You'll see me hauling ♪
♪ I'm hitting the trail ♪
What a day for a hike, huh, Patrick?
The warm sun, the cool breeze, the soothing forest noises.
What? Did you say something?
I said the soothing forest noises!
Hey, Sandy, is your suit OK?
It sounds like if toasters could scream.
I guess she is getting a little old and creaky.
Plus, she has been acting up on me recently.
Huh?
Sorry, everyone.
Huh?
Emergency mode activated.
both: Whoa!
Oh. Whoa-oh!
Oh, I just haven't had the heart to get rid of her.
But I think it's time I got a new suit.
Uh-huh. Found it!
"Squirrel Science Monthly Magazine."
both: Ooh.
The Subaquatica Lux 5000.
That there's the fanciest, highest tech,
most fashionable underwater squirrel suit
ever made.
Time to order it!
Oy.
Cool!
Ooh, it's got that new suit smell.
I reckon I should try it on.
It does have that new suit smell.
Impressive.
This suit fits better than slither on a snake.
And it doesn't sound like a blender full of rusty nails!
I love it.
Come on, fellas.
Let's take this new suit out for a test drive.
This is so much better than my old suit!
You're out.
All right.
Who's next, bros?
I reckon I can handle the heat.
Activate home run mode.
Hiyah!
Yeah!
all: ♪ She's a jolly good squirrel ♪
♪ Which nobody can deny ♪
Speech! Speech!
All right, all right, fellas.
Bad breath detected.
Huh?
Activating de-halitosis mode.
Spit.
Well, that was weird.
Now, as I was saying...
Cavity detected.
both: Sandy!
Are you OK?
Well, at least you don't need braces anymore.
Mmm.
Hmm...
Ah.
Voilà.
Another feast for the eyes, if I do say so myself.
Uh, real great, Mr. Tentacles.
It's so painty.
Sure is... nice?
Art critic mode?
Eyesore.
Whoa!
Goofy.
Whoa!
Hey, you erased my drawing.
Sorry, fellas.
I can't seem to get out of art critic mode.
- Rudimentary. - Whoa!
Whoa! Whoa!
Ugly.
Unrefined.
Pretentious.
Help!
Awkward.
Help, help, help! Help!
Plebeian.
Unsophisticated. - SpongeBob! Patrick!
We're coming, Sandy!
Help!
Help, help, help!
- Whee! - Help!
Oh, help!
Sandy! We'll save you, Sandy!
SpongeBob, Patrick!
Huh?
Charge!
Maybe we should have used a bigger branch.
Sorry, fellas.
Really great try, though.
Hey! Hey, wait!
Somebody help!
Huh?
My old suit?
Whoa!
Whoa-whoa-whoa!
Ow! That's it!
Oh! Give it to me good!
Unacceptable.
Look out, suit!
Whoa!
Way to go, guys.
I'm sorry!
Help!
Wow, nice teamwork, guys.
Nice shot.
Oh, removing my suit's computer brain.
Good thinking.
You saved me!
And you're much more sentient than I remember.
I never should have thrown you away.
I missed you, you old suit.
What do you say?
Can I wear you again?
I am sorry, Sandy.
That was all I ever wanted once,
but things change.
I befriended these wild animals
and I learned the ways of the woods.
I am queen of the forest now.
My only wish is that we may part as friends.
If there's ever anything I can do for you,
just let me know.
Sorry about your old suit running off like that, Sandy.
But at least now things can get back to normal.
Yeah. You're right.
Hey, guys, check out my new suit!
This camp is an eyesore.
Well, normal enough for this camp anyway.
Lousy ingrates.
Lousy garbage disposal.
Ah.
I can't believe how good this is.
The tangy zing reminds me of my Nana Pants'
sour clam foot porridge.
Hmm...
Eww.
Smells like snail diapers.
Mr. Plankton has certainly outdone himself.
Nana Pants says burping is the international sign
that you enjoyed your meal.
Whoo-yah!
Whoa! Whee!
Whoa!
Oh, my tummy hurts.
Not many can take a Patrick Star belly blap.
It's probably that buzzard bait breakfast you ate.
Are you going to be sick?
I think maybe I feel...
hungry.
Whoo-hoo!
Hey, my Sea Scout cookies!
My secret sausages.
My secret underwear!
I can't help myself.
I'm so hungry.
Ooh, jackpot.
Wow.
He's eating like you, Patrick.
Stop copying me!
How would you like it if I copied you?
Ooh, look at me, I'm SpongeBob.
I love helping people.
Here, have one of my legs.
That is so me.
I don't know what's happening with you, SpongeBob,
but I think it's time to go see the nurse.
OK, based on what you've told me,
we need to take a look-see insidesie.
Get behind the fluoroscope, and I turn it on.
What in the ever-flippin' stomach was that?
Hmm...
too early to tell.
We need to make more with the examining.
Open wide.
Ahh.
Hello. Where's the grub, bub?
I want one!
No, you don't!
I've seen this before.
It is a foodborne parasite,
and it is pure trouble with a capital T.
I'm not trouble.
I'm just hungry.
Aww, so cute.
I want to see.
It is cute.
Hello, friend.
Oh, most people don't get me, but you got me right away.
Maybe that's because you're growing on me?
That is rub.
It is growing in you.
It will get bigger and become huge problem.
We must cut it out right now!
No. It's my new friend.
It is moocher and must be extracted.
Help!
Oh, don't let her take me away.
You got it, buddy.
I'm going to show my new friend around camp.
Yay! Let's go places and eat things.
This is not over, parasite!
You need a name.
Hmm...
how about Paris?
Paris the parasite.
Paris?
Well, I do like French food.
But you just ate.
Archery will take your mind off of food.
It's fun.
One bullseye coming up.
Ooh!
Hmm...
Oh.
Huh?
Mmm.
Whatever I just ate was delicious.
Your new friend stole my sandwich.
Maybe you ate it and forgot.
I never forget a sandwich!
Patrick, how could he have taken your sandwich?
He was in my body the whole time.
This is the life.
You said it buddy.
Mmm.
Ah, a floating buffet.
My corndog!
My pasta primavera!
Bon appétit to me.
Hey, SpongeRob.
And I do mean "rob," because your friend here
just robbed me of my canapé.
Hey, it's not nice to spit water at people, Paris.
Oh, I'm sorry.
It won't ever happen again.
Great.
How about we go hang gliding?
That's it?
What about my cana--
...pés!
Everything looks so beautiful and peaceful
from up here.
Oh! Dessert, dead ahead!
Dive, dive, dive!
Huh?
Whoa!
SpongeBob?
I thought you city folks preferred using doors.
Pie thief!
What in the name of clod-hopper Clyde
has its yapper on my fresh-baked pie?
Oh, that's my parasite, Paris.
It was probably just hungry, that's all.
Well, I think your parasite ain't very neighborly.
Ooh!
My sugar squeeze!
Oh, there's the canteen lunch horn.
Huh?
Bye, Narlene! Bye, Nobby!
Paris, stop!
I suppose Paris has become too much for me.
What is the matter with you kids?
Control your stupid pet!
It ain't a pet.
It's a parasite he got from eating your terrible food.
And since you're the one that gave it to him,
you're the one that's going to fix it.
All right, losers, I'm going in.
Stop, you pinheaded pinworm!
Whoa!
Huh?
Whoa.
What is this place?
Hey!
Let me out. Let me out!
Gotcha.
You?
How did you get in here?
I snuck in one of SpongeBob's back holes
while he was distracted with you.
It is an old war trick.
Now let's vacate sponge.
Nurse Helga?
And Paris!
That's right, someone had to take care
of this harmful freeloader.
I had the situation under control.
Says the chef in a jar.
Now it is time to destroy the interloper.
No! Paris is my friend.
Like I said before, you really get me, SpongeBob.
I'm really going to miss you robbing me
of my essential nutrients.
You're the best host body ever.
Aww. I still want one.
No!
We must smite the parasite!
Isn't there some other solution?
Wait a minute.
I have an idea.
It's a living.