Original subtitles

'A magical place for all to enjoy,

'so long as we follow a few simple rules.'

Oh, hi, Squidward!

'In case of emergency,

'always take a moment to locate your nearest exit.

'And try to find your seat before the show begins.'

Excuse me.

'Please do not disrupt the show for others.

'This means no gum-chewing.

'No bouncing.

'No armrest-hogging.

'No jelly-fishing.'

Sorry.

'No hamboning.'

Ooh-ooh-ooh!

'No gargling.

'No play-fighting.'

Sit down and stop ruining my night off!

'And, of course, no talking.'

Enjoy the musical, Patrick.

Shh! You're talking.

'and welcome to this quiet corner of the ocean floor,

'teeming with all the many kinds of undersea life.

'It is here we find the sub-marine habitat

'known as...

'...Bikini Bottom.

'Let us observe now

'as the sun rises on a new nautical day.

'Here, we see an ordinary cluster of kelp.

'And here...

'...a common clumping of coral.

'And here... a pineapple!

'This fruit is home to one

'of the most fascinating sea creatures of all.

'Aplysina fistualis.

'The yellow sponge!'

Good morning, world, and all who inhabit it!

Meow!

- Good morning, Patrick!

Is it morning already?

Yep, and I'm singing an opening number!

Ooh, I want a verse! I want a verse!

No, Patrick, it's a beautiful day.

And a lot of things rhyme with rock.

- I don't think so. - Sure.

- Clock, smock, electroshock... - Ooh!

Pop 'n' lock!

Would you two please keep it down?

Good morning, Squidward!

Another day, another migraine.

It's a great day, Squidward.

In fact, I'd say this could be the best day ever.

You say that every day.

And it's always true.

Bye, Patrick!

I'll see you at work, Squidward.

What have I done to deserve this?

'We now follow SpongeBob past the Treedome,

'home to a creature seldom seen here on the ocean floor.

'A squirrel... from Texas.

'This is Sandy Cheeks the scientist,

'hard at work on her latest invention.'

- Hiya, Sandy!

What in chicken-fried tarnation was that?

I dunno.

But I kinda liked it.

'Scuse me, SpongeBob.

I'm gonna go power up the ol' seis-o-mograph.

I'm off to work too,

at the greatest restaurant there is!

'Bikini Bottom's most popular dining establishment,

'home to the Krabby Patty.

'Owned and operated by Mister Eugene Krabs.

'And across town, the least popular restaurant,

'the Chum Bucket, run by Sheldon J. Plankton.

'Two arch nemeses locked in a fast food Cold War.'

Ha! Ka-ka-ka-ka!

With you, there's always another plan.

Quiet, computer wife! This time it'll work!

I'll make everyone love my chum burgers

through the power of hypnosis.

It's almost too easy.

Soon they'll all see.

I may be small, but my genius is immense!

Come on, Sheldon.

It'd take forever to hypnotize the whole town.

You used to enjoy my evil schemes.

What can I say?

After twenty years of marriage, the magic's gone.

Good morning, Ms. Mayor!

Oh, pipe down, I'm governing here!

SpongeBob, please, I almost spilled my kelp-accino.

- Hiya, Larry the Lobster!

Watch where you're going, puny dude!

I'm getting these claws swole!

Hi, Old Man Jenkins!

Hello!

Get off my lawn!

Hello, lawn!

Hello, street!

Greetings, Maestro!

Hello, guy making all the sounds!

Aargh!

Hello, everyone at home!

Hello, sky!

Hello, flowers!

Hello, Bikini Bottom!

I can't wait for another fine day

at the finest eating establishment

ever established for eating.

And here I thought it was a third-rate greasepot.

The finest third-rate greasepot,

where I am proud to be Fry Cook of the Month.

You're the only fry cook!

Well, I, for one, have my sights set far beyond this place.

I've been developing a one-man show

starring an as-yet-undiscovered young, handsome,

and very leggy talent.

I call it...

Tentacle Spectacle, the Musical.

My mother... she always said I belonged on the stage.

You'd make a great tree.

Now look sharp, boys,

my precious whale daughter is here.

Pearl!

Soak it in, me darlin' daughter.

One day, all this'll be yours.

As soon as you graduate high school,

I'll start you as manager.

But Da-a-a-a-d!

- I have my own dreams. - Like what?

Listenin' to that boy band fourteen hours a day?

They're called the Electric Skates.

Uh, Mr. Krabs?

If she doesn't want to be manager,

I know someone who would be great for the job.

You?

Ha-ha! A fry cook is all you'll ever be.

You're just a simple sponge, boy.

And yet, you don't seem to absorb very much.

Ha! Ka-ka-ka-ka-ka!

Um... is that something we should worry about?

Nah.

Breaking news!

That is something we should worry about!

After today's second unexplained tremor,

smoke has been sighted at the top of Mount Humongous,

the long-slumbering volcano of do-o-o-o-o-m!

Impending disaster. A special bulletin.

We've just learned that Bikini Bottom is under threat

from a terrifying volcano of doom,

And now, a live statement from the mayor of our town.

Ladies and gentlefish,

if this mountain erupts, orange rivers of steaming lava

will obliterate all we know and love!

Don't worry, your government has everything under control.

I'm starting an initiative to assemble a committee

to identify a strategy to evaluate the situation.

In the meantime,

all citizens must report home and remain indoors.

The threat level is now Code Orange.

- Patrick! Patrick! Patrick! - Aargh...

Patrick! Patrick! Patrick! Patrick!

- Patrick! Patrick! Patrick! - Aargh!

You have to pull yourself together.

Breathe in and out.

Eyes here. Eyes!

But you don't understand.

I'm stuck inside and I can't watch any of my shows,

because there's nothing on TV but this...

'The end is coming. The end is...'

I get it, buddy.

I get stressed out too sometimes.

Like when Mr. Krabs says I'm not manager material.

Manager material?

You mean like polyester?

He says I'll never be more than a fry cook.

What?

You just want some respect. I get that.

I got a lot of great ideas, but no one ever pays attention...

We're getting off topic, Patrick.

The point is, we're gonna get through this emergency together.

We don't need television, as long as we have...

- ...imagination! - Ice cream... Imagination.

Right! Because we're B-F-F.

Bfffffff!

Best Friends Forever.

I still don't get it.

There's nothing as fun

as mindless entertainment, SpongeBob.

Ahh!

We're best friends and this is the friend dance!

We're best friends and this is the friend dance!

We're best friends and this is the friend dance!

We're best friends and...

Hey, Patrick, check this out.

The Incredible Stretching Sofa!

It's alive!

It got away!

- Are you OK, SpongeBob? - Sure!

What's a minor concussion between friends?

Oh, I have an idea...

I love me some bubbles in my bath.

I love me some bubbles anywhere.

OK, since you're so into bubbles,

I'm gonna make you the biggest baddest bubble ever!

SpongeBob and Patrick.

'Will SpongeBob and Bikini Bottom survive?

'Can zee power of BFF save the day?

'Find out when "SpongeBob The Musical

'Live On Stage" continues.'

All citizens report to the town square!

Ladies and gentlefish, we only have until sundown tomorrow.

But I will lead us through this crisis

by setting meetings to encourage dialogue

about drafting proposals for eventual action.

- So, we're doomed. - I'm scared!

We need someone to save us!

We need to find whoever's to blame for all this.

Does anyone have an actual plan to propose?

Ooh, ooh, I do! Call on me! Me, me, me, me!

Yes, enthusiastic sea star?

If we all close our eyes, maybe nothing will happen.

So. Deep.

No, it's not! It's the stupidest thing I've ever heard.

Hooray! Wait...

I've got it!

We can find a way to halt the exponential increase

of pyroclastic flow in the subterranean magma chamber.

Yeah, what she said. La la la lah!

- What did she say? - Ha-ha! Science, y'all.

That's the answer!

I have a new scheme, Karen, my best one yet.

But for it to work, I need them to stay scared.

What're you talking about? The end is coming!

This is no time for one of your schemes.

Oh, yes, it is.

What you said was true,

it would take too long to hypnotize each of them

into loving my chum burgers.

But when fish are scared, they school together.

If I get them all in one place,

trapped where there's nowhere to run,

I can hypnotize them in bulk.

First, though, I need to shut down that squirrel.

Ahem!

- Excuse me! - Yes?

- Oh, speak up, tiny citizen. - Grrr!

Do any of you actually believe that science can save us?

- Of course we do. - Oh, come on!

Next she'll tell us tidal warming is real.

I'm been studyin' Bikini Bottom for years now.

- If you'd just trust me... - Why should we trust you?

- You're not even from here. - Yeah, you're a land mammal.

Since when does that matter?

Things are different now. Our town is under attack.

You know what they say, folks: when the going gets tough...

The tough...

...get going!

No!

The tough get lost.

What? Dude, that is not the saying.

I need to sell them on my plan, Karen, but it won't be easy.

I'm going to need to do it in song.

Come on, Sheldon. You couldn't rap if your life depended on it.

Oh, yeah?

Watch.

Hold on, tiny dancer! I wasn't hatched yesterday.

This sounds like another one of your schemes.

At a time like this? How could you think such a thing?

You've got something up your sleeve.

I'm a one-celled organism. I don't even have sleeves.

- Ohhhhhhhh! - Ohhhh!

Watch this, Karen.

Well, Plankton, it seems your plan is the will of the fish.

No! Wait!

We'll order the escape pod, cash on delivery.

Expedited shipping by 6:00pm next business day.

Just in time to get us out before sundown tomorrow.

And it only costs...

Neptune's Trident! There aren't enough clams

in all Bikini Bottom to pay for this!

- I guess we'll have to stay. - No!

We can, uh...

We can raise the funds.

Before sundown tomorrow? There's not a chance in kelp.

Yeah, the only way I ever give money is if a celebrity asks.

That's it! We could have a benefit concert!

I have an idea. We could have a benefit concert.

One of those charity shell-e-thons.

I have the perfect piece for the occasion!

I call it: Tentacle Spectacle the Musical.

Let me give you a little taste. Maestro!

Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!

Dude! You are not a celebrity.

But the Electric Skates are. We should get them to play!

Who loves the Electric Skates and is old enough to vote?

Ah, then the Electric Skates it shall be.

I'm going to meet them!

You're not meeting anyone, young lady.

You are staying inside.

And don't worry, Squidward, we won't leave you out.

You can be Official Concert Organizer,

and cater to the band's every crazy whim

and unreasonable demand.

- Actually, that doesn't... - Start packing, everyone!

It won't be long before we kiss our Bikini Bottom goodbye!

Oh, wait, everyone!

We can't abandon our home.

They've made up their minds, SpongeBob.

About me, too.

We can't just give up.

Let it go, boy. There's nothing you can do.

I told you before, you're just a simple sponge.

I'll find a way to stop that volcano, Mr. Krabs.

We can use Sandy's Jet Pack to get to the top.

Wait... pretty sure it's only built for one.

We'll have to climb it, then.

With Patrick's brawn and Sandy's brains and my...

I'm not sure what I bring to the table,

but that won't stop me.

When the going gets tough, this sponge gets going!

'Can the town be saved by a simple sponge?

'Find out right after the break.'

Can I open my eyes now?

Oh, hey! Oh, don't cry.

Now ya see, Pearl, I'm launching a new ad campaign.

"One More Krabby Patty Before The End!"

Buy your Krabby Patties now, before it's too late!

Come on, everybody! Get in here!

Little does he know, the tables will soon turn.

Once they're all trapped in the escape pod,

they'll be easy to hypnotize.

By the time we reach Chumville, everyone will love chum!

Mwah-ha-ha...

...hah!

You know, I'd forgotten how much I like hearing you gloat.

Oh, Karen, it's been years since I've felt this close.

Gazing into your screen right now,

I feel the very earth move under my feet.

Oh... Oh, it is moving!

Breaking news!

A giant boulder is rolling down from Mount Humongous!

And it's headed this way!

Don't worry, I've got it!

Oh!

- No, it's gonna be...

There's gonna be... If you would just...

- I'm putting together a...

- There's gonna be...

- If you...

I guess everyone was right.

This will be the end.

Unless I can stop it!

I gotta get my team together!

You are not a simple sponge! You are not a simple sponge!

You are not a simple sponge!

You are not a simple sponge! You are not a simple sponge!

Get ready, Patrick!

I have a plan to save the town and I need your help.

- Are you with me? - I'm right here, hello.

Well, then, welcome to the team!

Mr. Star! Mr. Star!

Were you expecting all these sardines?

Uh-uh.

You said, "If we close our eyes, maybe nothing will happen."

And we understood,

it's only by shutting out the turmoil of the world

that we can find salvation.

Give us more wisdom, O Pink One! Eeeee!

Um...

Life...

...smells...

...weird.

So. Deep.

Life smells weird! Life smells weird!

What was that all about?

Finally, someone understands!

The inner machinations of my mind are an enigma.

I thought this was my home.

I guess I was wrong.

'as she takes refuge in Jellyfish Fields...

'...one of the great wonders of the undersea world.'

Sandy! Oh!

Oh, we've been looking for you everywhere!

We have a volcano to beat and we need you on the team.

Brains, brawn, and though I don't have any special skills

to bring to the table, I'm coming too.

This town doesn't want my help, they want me gone.

- And I can take a hint. - You can't leave.

- This is your home. - No, it's not, SpongeBob.

Let's face it, I never fit in here.

Then again, I never really fit in Texas either.

I was always the odd rodent out.

No one knew what to make of a girl squirrel

who was into science and martial arts.

I've never felt at home anywhere, really.

And now it's time to dig up my acorns again and push on.

Oh, that's terrible, Sandy.

But, please, don't leave.

We need you on the team.

Uh, hello?

Ooh, Patrick!

- Oh! - Yeah!

That's nice, boys, but mine's Jennifer.

And no one believes my science is real.

We need you, Sandy.

Patrick can help us climb that volcano,

but you have to handle the stopping-it-from-erupting part.

Because we have no clue how,

and time is running out really, really fast.

But no pressure.

Pressure! Yes!

I think I have an idea.

Figure 1: Diagram of a volcanic eruption,

caused by rapid pressure build-up

in a subterranean magma chamber.

Figure 2: if this pressure is released,

no eruption will occur.

Ipso facto, I can design an explosive device.

Figure 3: to drop in the mouth of the volcano.

Figure 4: with a timer set to detonate

at the precise moment of eruption.

Figure 5: unleashing a deluge of bubbles

that'll release the pressure and prevent the blast!

You lost me at 1.

The point is, this could work.

I reckon I can have this bubble device

built by tomorrow morning.

So you'll stay and help us?

Boys, I'm still gonna push on from this town of yours.

But you're my friends, so I say we give this idea a shot.

Three heroes to the rescue!

Team of tres to the top!

Us... go!

'Can SpongeBob and his friends be the heroes

'Bikini Bottom so desperately needs?

'Find out when we come back.'

Alright, I gotta get this concert organized.

The drumkit will go here.

The confetti cannon there!

- Oh...

Oh, and posters, of course.

"The Electric Skates..."

"...with very special guest: Squidward Q. Tentacles!"

Oh, I can still remember that night.

My third-grade talent show.

All the other fish calling me "Loser! Loser! Loser!"

To this day, whenever I hear that word,

something inside me just snaps.

But you got me through it, Mama.

You told me someday I'd play the Bikini Bottom Bandshell.

Good news.

We're going to save Bikini Bottom!

What're you talking about?

Explain yourself, rhombus slacks.

Sandy is going to build an ingenious bubble device

to stop the volcano.

Then all we have to do is climb to the top of Mount Humongous

and drop it in.

Ha-ha-ha-ha! You're kidding, right?

Nobody has ever reached the top alive.

When you say nobody,

do you mean that as a figure of speech or...?

I mean nobody ever, period, full stop, exclamation point.

Don't worry, buddy, we can do it.

I'll be with you the whole way, no matter what.

That sponge is the biggest threat to my plot.

If somehow they do manage to climb that mountain...

We have to make sure they don't live long enough

to reach the top.

I like how you're thinking, Karen.

And I'm so glad you want to scheme with me again.

It's just like the old days.

We got this, boys.

Come tomorrow, we'll be on that mountain

like a smoked sausage on a hickory grill.

Patrick Star! Patrick Star!

Hey, do you hear that?

Patrick Star! Patrick Star!

Sounds familiar.

Patrick Star! Patrick Star! Patrick Star!

It's the sardines.

And they're wearing great outfits.

I am sorry to interrupt,

but we have some very urgent business to...

Guys, I think they're singing about me.

We hadn't noticed. Come on, we have a mission here.

I don't know.

No!

No, no, no, no, no!

You can't leave!

We have a mountain to climb.

That was before I was a savior.

You said you'd be with me no matter what!

Unless I became a savior.

- I'm pretty sure I said that. - What about our team?

This is my moment, SpongeBob. Try not to ruin it.

Fine, then.

Go.

I don't need you.

You don't?

Well, I don't need you!

Well, I don't need you more!

At least I don't live in a fruit!

At least I don't have a conehead!

At least I'm not square! Square! Square!

- Pink! Pink! - Yellow!

- Fine! Fine! - Fine! Fine!

- Fine! - Fine!

- Fine! - We're out.

Yeah!

What are we gonna do now?

Patrick's the brawn.

There's no way we get up that mountain without him.

'At that moment, night falls.'

The last night before the end.

And as hysteria spreads through our streets,

many have begun to question the government's ability

to handle this crisis.

- Come on, what you got? - Stop it!

Don't believe the media.

Everything is under control.

Oh, tartar sauce, look!

More boulders!

Oh! Oh!

Whoa!

Whoa!

SpongeBob...

We can't give up now.

'Can SpongeBob chop to the top of Mount Humongous?

'You will find out...

'after these messages.'

'Let us now return to our story.

'It is the next morning.'

Do you have the ingenious bubble device

to stop the volcano?

Took me all night,

but it's ready.

Will you look at that!

The ingenious bubble device to stop the volcano.

Oh, I came up with a name, too:

"The Erupter Interrupter".

Very catchy.

- Yeah? - Yeah.

- Cos I wasn't sure. - I think the rhyme is great.

OK, enough yammering!

Duty calls.

To the mountain!

Heroes, march!

If they reach the top and save the town,

my whole hypnosis-in-the-escape pod scheme will be ruined!

And I still don't have a plan to stop them.

Well, Karen, my evil genius is exhausted.

Don't worry, Sheldon.

I've got just the thing.

My Avalanche Maker 3000!

We can use it to start a landslide

that they'll never survive.

Then Chumville, here we come!

Oh, Karen.

It's evil. It's diabolical.

It's lemon-scented.

Gloat for me, baby.

Mwahahaha...

'Let us now journey to Mount Humongous,

'towering above Bikini Bottom

'in all its great and fearsome majesty.'

Alright, SpongeBob, it's time to climb this here mountain.

Hey, check out this sign.

"Voted Most Likely to Kill You, Seven Years in a Row."

I can't do this...

I can't do this!

Snap out of it.

I'm scared, too, but we have to keep going.

Just remember,

"Keep your mind clear, your spirit strong,

"and your hands free."

What are you doing, Sandy?

Ground so far below...

Sponge so high above...

Follow me!

Grab my hand!

I can't reach, Sandy!

Whoo!

SpongeBob!

Sandy!

SpongeBob, where are you?

I don't know,

but it's really dark!

Hold on, I'll find you!

Sandy?

SpongeBob?

Sandy?

Oh!

- Oh!

Hey! Ooh-ooh-ooh!

Woaaaah!

- Uh, SpongeBob? - Yes, uh, Sandy?

We're only halfway.

Done!

And just in time.

You know what to do.

There you are, Billherd. How's it going with the rider?

Oh, I got everything except the seahorse radish:

it's out of season.

- Now, I'd love to have... - Wait!

Did you say no seahorse radish?

Man, you got a radish problem.

- I can quit anytime I want. - Gentlemen, please...

Listen Millnerd,

there's no way you're opening for us today.

Ah, but I got all of this for you!

Oh, don't make me beg.

Seems like you're begging already, Four Legs.

Yeah. You are such a loser.

What did you just call me?

Loser!

Oh, no no no no...

I... am not a loser.

You're the loser.

Loser! Loser!

Loser...!

I can't work like this.

We quit! Loser!

Loser!

Fine! Go! Good riddance!

Don't let the kelp hit you on the way out!

Maybe I am a loser.

Huh?

I'm not?

I'm not a loser!

Clarinet solo!

Look at me now, Mama!

Yes!

Argh!

Hey!

Come back.

Alone.

With one hour left on the Doomsday Clock,

the benefit concert is about to begin.

Our phone lines are now open.

It's up to you, our viewers across the ocean.

We need your donations to pay for the escape pod

and get out before the volcano blows us to oblivion!

And there, you can see them now,

the citizens of Bikini Bottom, led by the Mayor

through the streets of our beleaguered town,

on the way to the bandshell.

It is a truly historic exodus.

Alright, alright, that's enough.

Luggage there, escape pod will go here!

Where's the band?

- They should be here! - Oh, they quit.

- What? - Artistic differences.

Without the band, we'll never raise enough money for the pod.

Oh, no! Not again!

It's another boulder!

Everyone stay calm!

No! No!

No!

No!

Nooooo!

Ooh!

Ooh!

Ooh!

This is the government's fault!

This is the media's fault!

It's your fault!

'Meanwhile,

'high on the treacherous slope of Mount Humongous,

'SpongeBob and Sandy are ze only hope for Bikini Bottom.

'Will they reach the top

'before Plankton and Karen can stop them?

'Zut alors!

'It is a race against time.'

It's a race against time, SpongeBob!

Remember what I told ya:

don't stop till you drop.

Yeah, let's definitely not drop.

We got this.

Eyes on the prize.

Is it just me or is it getting kinda toasty up here?

I'm sweatin' like a snowman in a steam room.

We're almost at the top, come on!

Alright, now's our chance.

Let's do this. Goodbye.

- Ready. - Aim.

Fire!

Sandy, do you hear that?

It's an avalanche!

Ooh!

Uh! Ooh! Uh...!

I'm slipping!

I've got you!

Uh... Ooh! Ooh!

I think this is goodbye, Sandy.

These are my last words.

No, SpongeBob, please!

Look over there!

Those are your last words?

No! It's Patrick!

And he has your jetpack!

I'll save you!

- SpooooongeBoooooob! - Paaaaaaaatriiiiiiiiiiiiick!

You came back!

Of course I did.

I hope it's OK I borrowed your invention.

Mi jetpack es su jetpack.

Aw! I don't know what that means.

I realized something today, buddy.

The total devotion of adoring masses is pretty awesome,

but they're not really there for me.

Not like you are.

Hey, we're BFFs.

Being there for each other is what we do.

We're best friends and this is the friend dance!

We're best friends and this is the friend dance!

- We're best friends... - This is real sweet,

but the town's gonna be toast if we don't hurry up.

Alright.

Team, let's move!

Boys, we have a problem.

We do?

Oh, you mean

this giant unclimbable volcano mouth of doom.

No way can I fit through those squeezes.

Oh, me neither.

But I bet you could, SpongeBob.

Done gone it, that's right!

You can squeeze through anything.

Look at that thing!

I can't do this.

Mr. Krabs was right:

- I'm just a simple sponge. - No!

Remember when we were stuck inside

- and there was nothing on TV? - Yeah?

I thought it was an epic life-ending disaster,

but you got me through it. You always see the bright side.

And you never give up.

When I was ready to bail on y'all,

you kept me going.

That's what you bring to the team, SpongeBob.

Management skills.

- Really? - You are manager material.

And you can do this.

Give me the Erupter Interrupter.

Whoo! I'm here!

And it's really, really hot.

- Throw it in! - On the count of three.

- One, two... - Wait!

on three or after three?

I don't get the question.

Like, "One, two, three," or "One, two, three, uh!"

One, two, three, uh, right?

Yeah. One, two, three, uh!

Got it.

One, two, three, uh!

Now we wait until sundown and hope that it works.

"Hope"?

What do you mean, "hope"?

I think my calculations are right,

but as they say in Texas, the proof is in the cowpie.

I love pie.

We'll know for sure in ten minutes.

Hey, what's that sound?

It's coming from down there.

They're all attacking each other!

That was the Krusty Krab!

Volcano or not,

Bikini Bottom's gonna destroy itself.

'It's a big finale of "SpongeBob the Musical",

'live on stage. Next!'

Bikini Bottom's not going to last ten more minutes.

But it'll take hours to climb down.

Guys, I have an idea.

We could roll down. It might hurt a little.

- I have an idea. - If we tuck in our heads...

Pay attention to me!

This jetpack, it has a parachute.

- Of course! - See?

My ideas are worth listening to.

You can say that again.

- See? My ideas are... - OK, boys!

Let's do this thing!

Us, go!

Stoooooooop!

What are you doing?

Is that a rhetorical question?

Quick, everyone!

Those fools perished in an avalanche!

We have to get into the escape pod now.

Honey. They're alive.

- They are? - Yes, we are.

But thanks for worrying about our safety, Plankton.

Seems you're the only one with some decency left.

We made it to the top

and dropped the bubble device into the volcano.

In seven minutes, we'll know if we saved the town.

But if you keep going like this, it won't matter either way.

There won't be anything left to save!

Deep thoughts, SpongeBob, but...

I'm not finiiiiiished!

It doesn't have to be like this.

We may only have seven minutes left,

but we could make them the best seven minutes ever.

How?

The whole town is in ruins!

Like I said before, SpongeBob:

the world's a horrible place

filled with fear, suffering and despair.

And you didn't believe me.

I still don't.

Just look at the sun.

It's still shining.

Look at the kelp.

It's still...

kelp-y.

Look at us.

We still have each other.

There's one minute left.

The sun's about to set.

Come on, Erupter Interrupter.

Come on.

Five...

Four...

Three...

Two...

It didn't erupt.

Look... Sandy.

Bubbles.

It worked,

just how you said.

You did this?

We did.

Thank you.

This just in -

Bikini Bottom is saved!

I should apologize for my flagrant abuses of power.

- Mistakes were made. - Yeah.

Like your avalanche idea, for one.

Unbelievable, Sheldon.

Yes, it's so wrong,

but I wanted to finally get lucky with one evil scheme!

They all heard me say that, didn't they?

I knew this was one of your schemes,

you lousy...

How dare you call me a...?

Stop it! Stop it!

We have to work together now, to rebuild our home.

Alright.

You know...

I was wrong about you, boy.

I think you could be manager someday.

Told you.

I'm ready! I'm ready! I'm ready!

At the same salary, of course.

We should celebrate!

Let's have the concert!

We don't need some boy band to rock for us.

We can do it ourselves.

Pearlie, I had no idea you could sing.

Yo, count me in!

Me too! I play a mean glockenspiel.

Ooh, ooh, is mayonnaise an instrument?

Squidward, you'll be on clarinet, of course.

You want me to perform?

Mama! My moment has come!

How about you, Sandy?

Oh, I think it's time I push on from here.

Find someplace I'm a little more welcome.

Give us another chance.

Please?

This is your home.

It's where your team is.

Well, someone get me a guitar!

Everybody, places for the concert!

- Ugh.

Is this thing on?

- Ooh!

Thank you, Maestro.

Are you ready to rock?

One, two, three, four!

I told you I'd be back!

Ooh! And there you are!

- Three... - Four...

Meow!