Original subtitles

- Hi! I'm Patrick Star!

And I live with my parents!

Ow!

This is my dad.

[zany music]

This is my mom. [laughs]

This is my sister. She's shy.

This is my grandpa.

This is my room!

And this...

♪ ♪

This is my show!

♪ ♪

[dramatic music]

- [whimpering]

- [imitates revving engine]

[panting]

- [whimpers]

[tires screech]

kids: Ice cream! Ice cream!

[squealing]

[grunting]

- [imitates revving engine]

- Ah!

[grunts]

[chuckles] I think I lost him!

- [imitates revving engine]

Pull over, peanut boy!

- [chomps, spits]

- Ah!

[explosion]

- Leaping lampreys!

- Stop! The bridge is up!

- [imitates revving engine]

- It's my only way out!

[tires screeching]

Ah!

[birds cawing]

[horn honking]

[dramatic music]

[panting] Huh?

- [breathing heavily]

One ice cream, please!

- Oh, fine.

What flavor do you want?

- Whoo-hoo!

Um, I'll take, uh...

- It's not that difficult. There are only two choices.

- Chocolate.

No, no, no, no.

Vanilla.

No, chocolate.

Oh, vanilla!

[giggles]

Chocolate.

Vanilla.

No, chocolate.

No, no, no, vanilla.

No, chocolate.

Oh!

Melted ice cream?

- We don't sell melted ice cream.

- Then it's free melted ice cream?

Wow!

[slurping]

- [groans]

[ominous music]

Ugh!

[grumbling]

That's the third truck this year

that pink pinhead has destroyed.

- Oh, how I hate that paper-pilfering Cecil Star.

- [gulping]

Stinking Squidina Star and her wildly successful TV show.

- Ooh, that Bunny!

- Curse that GrandPat Star, eluding me for centuries.

I'll get him one of these days.

- Hmm. [bell dings]

Hey. All: Huh?

- You all hate the Star family?

All: Uh-huh. - Well, so do I.

I say we team up and finally get revenge

on them, once and for all.

- Yeah!

- Yeah, that's a good idea!

- You know, the Chum Bucket is a great place

to hatch a revenge scheme.

It's also a great place to buy chum, which none of you did!

You bums get out of here!

And leave those free waters!

[engine rumbling]

[suspenseful music]

- There it is, the Star family house.

- The bane of our existence.

- The source of all our pain and suffering.

- Who wants to go first?

- I'll go.

Cecil can't resist his morning newspaper thievery.

[sly music]

Well, today, he'll really make the news.

[laughs]

[grunts]

Knock, knock.

- [sniffs]

Ah.

I love the smell of newsprint in the morning.

Huh?

[grunting]

- [chuckles]

Huh?

- [grunting]

- No, no, no, no, no.

Not like that.

Like this.

[screams]

[grunting]

[groans]

[buzzer]

Ow!

[whimsical music]

[weakly] Who's next?

- Well, I've got the perfect way to stick it to Squidina...

a bad review of the show

that will devastate her emotionally.

"The Patrick Star Show is an assault

"on every viewer's taste.

"Shoddy production value, awful comedy,

"inane and pandering,

"it's an insult to the medium of television.

"Worst show.

"0 out of 10 stars.

Whoever runs this show should be ashamed."

[panting]

[grunts]

- Huh? What's this?

Aw, some kid scribbled a widdle fan letter.

So cute.

We'll put it on

"The Patrick Show" Wall of Fans.

[window squeaks]

[thumps]

- Uppies.

- Gladys, what's your revenge plan?

- So, um, you guys are going to laugh about this,

but I thought this was a book club

about the new Easter Bunny exposé.

Like I said, I just hate that bunny.

I wanted to tell you sooner, but I was enjoying

all your fun activities. [chuckles]

I'll just, uh, show myself out and, uh,

never tell anyone about this.

- [buzzing]

- Ew, a sea fly.

- [buzzing]

- Was that a villain origin story I hear?

- [buzzing]

[dramatic music]

- So you want to get revenge on Bunny because

she's always swatting flies.

- [buzzing]

- What's your plan?

- [buzzing]

- Dastardly.

- [buzzing]

- Sweet Neptune!

- [buzzing]

- Gruesome.

- [buzzing]

- Lot of hate for a little guy.

- [buzzing]

[thudding]

- Oh, such a shame that all this raw meat went bad.

Maybe I shouldn't keep it in the closet.

Oh, well, at least it'll make good garden compost.

[meat squelches]

- [buzzing]

[rumbling]

Hmm?

[sniffs]

Mm!

[romantic music]

[dinging]

[buzzing]

♪ ♪

Ah...

[music stops]

- Foinsap!

[giggles]

- Ha!

Amateur hour.

The time to reap my revenge is at hand.

Behold!

[snaps, whooshes]

- [snoring]

- [crackle, whooshes]

GrandPat Star, you are mine!

[evil laughter]

- [snores, groans]

[dramatic music]

[sputtering]

- [laughs]

In your face, GrandPat!

Literally!

- Why, you little!

- I got my revenge... ah!

[bones clatter]

[laughter]

Yeah, yeah. Go ahead.

Laugh in the face of death.

[laughter]

- [groans]

How are you all this bad at revenge?

- Hey!

- I'd like to remind you that my revenge was good.

- My revenge will be served cold.

Ice cold.

[evil laughter]

- [laughing]

[ice cream truck music playing] Ice cream?

Ice cream! Ice cream! Ice cream!

[engine rumbling] Ice cream?

[tense music]

- Oh, you'll scream, all right.

[tires screeching]

- Ah! Ice cream!

Ice cream!

- What's wrong, Patrick?

I thought you wanted ice cream.

[chuckles] - [crying]

I do, but not like this!

[panting, grunting]

[groaning, panting]

Are you running from the ice cream man too?

Don't worry.

I'll save you.

[tires screeching]

- [evil laughter]

- [whimpering]

- Whoa! [all grunting]

- [evil laughter]

[tires screeching]

[banging]

- Ah!

[grunting, yelling] Oof!

[flames whooshing]

[all groaning]

- [evil laughter]

I've got you now, Patrick Star.

Out of the way.

This ends now!

- Huh? - Hmm?

- Where is he?

- Up here.

And I'm hungry.

[laughs]

- [screams]

- [grunting]

- Come back!

[all yelling and grunting]

- Huh?

They don't have a drive-on pass.

Security!

- [grunts]

[tires screeching]

Come on, come on.

Something's holding us back.

- Huh?

[all yelling]

[glass shatters]

- Come back, Mr. Ice Cream Man!

- Ha ha, see you later!

Well, I guess my plan fell flat.

[all grunting]

- So tragic.

I never got my ice cream.

Oh, new flavor!

Ooh.

[chomps]

- Maybe next time, we should get revenge on them

as a group instead of one by one.

- Maybe next time you should buy some chum!

[upbeat rock music]

- Cowabunga! Whoo!

Ah! Oh!

- [growling]

- Shoo, you lousy loo!

[screams]

- [laughing]

Hey, Squidina!

Oh, sorry, sir.

Have you seen my sister?

[electronic feedback, beeping]

- Ooh, found something.

[grunts]

Uh-oh.

[bell dongs]

- Having fun, dear?

- Yes, honey.

- Good.

[sighs]

[grunting]

- Hmm.

Go fish.

- Oh, Leilani!

My love for you burns like 1,000 suns.

- Actually, that might just be the sun.

- Yep, it's a scorcher.

- Cold drinks.

- Ooh.

- Get your hot dogs, cold drinks, fresh tattoos.

- Oh. Yoo-hoo!

I'll take one of each.

Both: [panting]

Huh?

[buzzing]

Oh!

Ah.

[smoooching]

[gentle music]

- [snoring]

[tires screeching]

[snoring]

- Ooh.

Crowded bus today, eh?

[yawns]

- Um.

- [snoring]

[all snoring]

- Today was really nice.

- Yeah.

I wish I could give you something to remember it by.

[gasps]

- [snoring]

- Wait here.

I'll be back in a jiffy.

[panting]

[grunting]

- Ah! Here's our stop!

[bell dings]

[tires screech]

- [grunts, groans]

[chatter, laughter]

- [panting]

Wait for me!

[grunts]

Whoa!

[tires screech]

Leilani!

No!

- Oh, it is good to be home.

- Just in time for our favorite dating show.

- "Misery Date." - Meep.

- Hmm.

Wah!

Hmm.

- Oh, young love.

- [sobbing]

- Oh, don't cry, dear.

Old love is good, too.

- Wasn't me.

- Who inked the couch?

Squidina.

- Mom!

Come on.

That hasn't happened in years.

Ugh!

- [gasps] Honey, look!

- [sobbing] Oh, no!

- Oh, dear.

What's wrong, Leilani?

- [sobs] It's Skip, my sailor.

I can't find him anywhere, and I've checked

all your nooks and crannies.

- Oh.

Um, all of them?

- Every last one.

- [gasps]

- [sobbing] He's gone!

[weeping]

- No!

[sobbing]

[yelling, glass shattering]

- [whimpering]

Where am I?

[grunts]

[gasps]

That's perfect!

I can write Leilani a message so she knows I'm OK.

I just need something to write with.

Oh, that'll do.

[grunts]

- Ow!

Hey, what's the big idea?

- Why don't you tell me?

- "Please send help.

Love, your sailor, Skip."

There. But how can I send it?

- [grunts] - Message in a bottle.

Perfect!

- [growls, grunts]

[thumping, glass shattering]

- [sputters]

[grunts]

- [groans]

Huh? [grunts]

- [grumbles]

- [growls]

- Roadhouse rumble! [grunts]

[thumping, yelling]

- Rumble! Rumble!

- After you, old chum.

- Please, after you, old buddy.

- [grunts]

- Do you mind?

- Why, not at all. Be my guest.

[both laughing]

[thumping]

- Oh, it's getting dicey in here.

I've got to get this message out quick.

[grunts]

- [groaning]

- [chuckles]

[loud thud]

[groaning]

- [grunts]

Oh!

Hey, uh, sorry. Uh...

- You will be!

- [grunts]

Are you OK?

- [groaning]

Listen, do not go in there.

They play too rough.

Ah!

- Eh.

How rough can it be?

- Hey, how many times I gotta tell ya, no bills!

- [yells]

- Whew!

The message is on its way, and I'll be saved in no time.

- [evil laughter]

I wouldn't count on it.

Get him, boys!

- [screams]

[soothing music]

- Hey, Jim.

I'm having a rough day today.

Anything good in the mail?

- You're in luck!

Nothing but bills.

- [gasps]

Is that a new tattoo?

- Huh? That's weird.

Where'd this come from?

- Hmm. [gasps]

There's a message in that bottle,

and it's addressed to Leilani.

- Huh?

Ah!

They play too rough!

- I always wanted a face tattoo.

- [grunting]

"To my beloved Leilani...

help!

I'm trapped on a biker at the Salty Spitoon."

[gasps] He's alive!

- It's time to SOS...

save our sailor!

- [snarling, panting]

[frantic music]

- [yelps]

[laughs]

[yells]

Whoa!

[grunts]

- [snarling]

- Uh-oh.

Here, boy. [whistles]

[grunting]

Yah! Whoa!

[yelling, thumping]

- Hey!

If youse want to keep fighting, you're going to have to get rid

of that sailor tattoo.

- All right.

I'll get him removed.

- Sorry about that, guys.

Resume the ruckus!

[yelling, thumping]

- [crying]

- [panting]

- [yells]

- Oh!

Oh, look, Cecil.

It's a real roadhouse rumble, just like our honeymoon.

I haven't been to one of these in years.

- [grunting]

- [screams]

- Excuse me, do you have a sailor tattoo?

- No.

[groans]

- Any of you have a sailor tattoo?

- No.

[thuds]

[grunting, thumping]

- Does anyone have a sailor tattoo?

- Oh, you're talking about Tattoo Terry.

Yeah, he just left.

Getting his tattoos removed.

I guess now he'll just be Terry.

- [gasps] Oh, no!

- We gotta get over there before your sailor

is gone for good.

- You two ain't going anywhere till you

help me clean up this mess.

- [grunts]

Well, I helped.

[thumping, grunting]

[sign buzzing]

[rowdy laughter]

- Yup, those are some pretty gnarly tats,

but I can zap them.

- Maybe start with the sailor.

Things were fine until he showed up.

- Just sit still.

The machine will take care of the rest.

- [whimpers]

- [laughs]

- [whimpering]

Hey!

[laser zaps]

[grunts]

Over here! Zap me!

[whistles] [zaps]

[energetic music]

[yelling, grunting]

[zaps]

[screaming]

[zaps]

- [mumbling]

- Here, laser, laser!

[zaps]

[grunts]

[bass-heavy dance music]

Ah, yeah. [zaps]

Whoo-hoo! [zaps]

Yeah!

- Oh!

[zapping]

[zaps]

- Whoa! [groans]

[gasping]

[laser whirs] [whimpering]

- Skip!

- Honey, I got this.

It's time to SOS!

[zaps] - [screams]

- [screaming]

- Ooh.

I've been meaning to get that mole removed.

[squelching]

- Huh! I've been meaning to have you removed for years.

- Hey, what are you all...

- Shh! We are having a reunion.

Go to him.

- Speak to me!

Oh, Skip, why would you leave me like that?

- Well, I wanted to get you these!

- Oh, they're lovely.

It's beautiful.

- I hope you can still love me,

even though I'm only half the man I used to be.

- [giggles] I think we can remedy that.

- Hot dogs, snacks, tattoos.

- Well, I think that worked out, wouldn't you say?

- And how.

[giggles]

- From now on, just call me Skip the Scooter.

[engine rumbling]

[laughs]

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