- Are you ready, kids?
all: Aye, aye, Captain!
- I can't hear you.
all: Aye, aye, Captain!
- * Ohh...
* Who lives in a pineapple under the sea? *
all: SpongeBob SquarePants!
- * Absorbent and yellow and porous is he *
all: SpongeBob SquarePants!
- * If nautical nonsense be something you wish *
all: SpongeBob SquarePants!
- * Then drop on the deck and flop like a fish *
all: SpongeBob SquarePants! - Ready?
all: SpongeBob SquarePants!
- SpongeBob
SquarePants!
[laughing]
*
[waves crashing]
[upbeat music]
*
- [chuckles]
Watch this.
*
[slurping]
[burps]
[both laughing]
[both exclaim]
- Mmm--hey. - Hey.
[both repeating "Hey"]
- [growling]
Hiyah!
Hiyah, hiyah!
[exciting music]
- [screaming] - Hiyah!
- [groaning]
Aww.
[giggling]
*
Isn't it a little early for autumn, Sandy?
- Yeah, it's only, um...
June o'clock.
[munching]
- It ain't autumn.
[sniffs, gasps]
Oh, my tree is dying.
[ax chops]
- Good, we can use the wood.
- Patrick, stop.
I can save it with science.
- Okay. Hmm.
[glass cracks]
[sad music]
- [sighs]
[monitor beeping]
- Feed me.
- Jumping beans on a trampoline.
You're starving.
I got to make you the best fertilizer
known to critter-kind.
[dramatic music]
[gasps]
[yells]
*
Ugh.
[choking]
[blows falling]
[panting]
Ah, growth pills.
[grunts]
*
Hmm.
[gasps]
[fanfare]
Hey.
[sad music]
Nuts.
*
Aha.
*
[triumphant music]
Yeehaw!
[humming cheerfully]
Aw, I hope this is the pick-me-up
you needed, ole girl.
[leaves rustling]
[exclaims]
Well, kiss my grits.
This here's the biggest acorn I ever did see.
[leaves rustling]
[acorns falling]
And so are those.
I'd better start storing these for winter.
[upbeat music]
I might need an alternate storage solution.
[groaning]
*
Phew.
[gasps]
*
[buttons beeping]
Hey there, SpongeBob.
Could you swing by my place?
*
I love squirreling away nuts,
but this is just too much.
- I'd say you've certainly got a real nut-mare
on your hands.
[blow falls]
- Just dump these somewhere.
I'm gonna put more under my bed.
- Yes, ma'am.
*
[wheels squeaking]
[sighs]
- Stop!
- Whoa. Who are you?
- I am the spirit guide of the Salmon people.
I am a shalmon.
- Oh, hey there, shalmon.
My name is SpongeBob.
- Why do you dump your nuts
on my people's land, SpongeBob?
- Oh, they're not mine.
They're my friend Sandy's.
- Allow me to give you some sage advice.
You must not squander nature's bounty.
Nuts are meant to be eaten.
It's all in my book.
[flute music]
- [grunts]
Meant to be eaten, eh?
- Of course.
The earth provides our food,
and we must care for her in return.
It's all about balance, my friend.
Look at my garden.
*
- Wow. It's coming in great.
[jungle animals calling]
[stammering]
- [sighs]
Over there.
[birds chirping]
- Even better.
[upbeat music]
- So some shalmon guy told you people would want
to eat my nuts, and you believe him?
- Uh-huh, uh-huh.
Surely the shalmon isn't a sham.
- Shirtainly not.
I mean, certainly not.
Let's see what we can cook up.
"Aged nut brie,
ghost nut chili."
How about nutty butter?
Seems easy enough to make.
*
[exclaiming]
*
[grunting]
[humming]
*
Whoo-hoo!
That's delicious.
- Wow.
Patrick will want to try this.
- Try what?
[both yell]
- [laughing]
- Patrick, that nutty butter is for eating.
- I know.
Ow!
Mmm.
Ow!
Mmm.
Ow!
- Hmm.
Why don't you boys take some
for the road?
both: Thanks.
- [humming]
[knocking at door] Huh?
- Can I have some more?
It's hard to eat off this side of me.
[groaning]
- Sure, Patrick.
Here's the last of it.
- Thanks, Sandy.
*
- There, everything's back to normal.
crowd: We love nutty butter. - What in tarnation?
crowd: We love nutty butter. We love nutty butter.
- Hi, Sandy.
- Patrick, what's going on here?
- I want more nutty butter.
- Who are all these people?
crowd: We love nutty butter. We love nutty butter.
- Oh, they licked the nutty butter off my back.
*
[giggling]
And now they're here for more.
- Aw, gosh, Patrick,
I don't have enough to feed everyone.
- But it's the only thing my boy will eat.
- Guess I'll have to go to bed hungry again.
[all complaining]
- Well, I don't want to let anyone down.
I can make some more acorns.
[upbeat music]
*
- [barking]
*
- [wailing]
- Mmm.
- [groaning]
[giggling]
*
- Making everyone's day with my nutty butter
really gives me the warm and tinglies.
- Uh-huh.
- In fact, demand's been so high,
I scienced up a way to increase my production.
[upbeat instrumental music]
SpongeBob here scoops acorns onto the conveyor belt.
Then the tubes take them inside,
where I turn them into nutty butter.
*
- Sandy, according to the shalmon's book,
we shouldn't try to force nature to give us more than she's able.
- Don't worry about my tree, SpongeBob.
Worry about the crowd of nutty butter fans outside.
all: We want nutty butter. We want nutty butter.
- We're gonna need a lot more acorns
to feed them all.
*
[whistling]
*
[leaves rustling]
*
- Uh-oh.
Sandy's tree's not looking so good.
I don't think it can take much more of this, Patrick.
- Hmm.
It's like Sandy said.
"Something, something, something, science."
And who are we to argue with science?
- [grunting]
*
Oh, no.
The nuts stopped.
- Hold on. I got this.
[grunting]
[yelling]
[both screaming]
- Oh, no.
Patrick, we have to do something.
Sandy'll never forgive us if we ruin her tree.
- And I'll never forgive her if she runs out of nutty butter.
- [exclaiming]
[dramatic music]
*
- Please, please, no pushing.
I'll make more.
Remember, Sandy's the squirrel you can count on.
- Whoo-hoo!
- Oh, no.
*
What in the sam hill is going on around here?
- The tree got real sick. - Don't worry.
I made more nutty butter with the rest of the nuts.
- You used all the nuts?
Jumpin' jiminy.
Time for another dose of fertilizer.
- Sandy, wait.
I don't think that's what your tree needs.
- The boy is right.
Why do you hurt your tree?
A tree would never hurt you.
Ouch!
Dang splinters.
- Shalmon?
- Wait, you're the one who said
I should feed my nuts to the people?
- Indeed.
But to feed so many
from a single tree...
Let me share with you a story.
Long ago, before fish walked the seas,
there lived in the sky one sun.
- [giggling]
- One star.
- Hello.
- And one moon.
- What the--
- During the day,
the star would play with the sun.
At night, the star
would play with the moon.
- [giggling] - Get away from me!
- The star did not want to let his friends down,
but he alone could not keep up
with both the sun and the moon.
- [exclaims]
- [snoring]
- Finally, some peace.
- That is when the star had an idea.
- [groaning]
- Huh? Huh?
Oh, no. - [giggling]
- There goes the neighborhood.
- By creating many copies,
the star was able to keep the sun and moon happy,
without wearing himself out.
Do you understand why I tell you this tale?
[all snoring]
- Hello? Wake up.
[all exclaim]
- I didn't know there was gonna be a test.
- Oh, I got so wrapped up in not letting anyone down
that I asked too much of my tree...
and my friends.
- Perhaps with many trees,
you could continue serving your community
in a natural and sustainable manner.
I mean, pretty much anything is better than this mess.
Yeesh.
- Thanks, Shammy,
but I'm a one-tree kind of squirrel.
I'm gonna do what I should've done in the first place:
order the ole girl
some nutritious new dirt from Texas.
*
[humming]
- Well, my work here is done.
It's time I return to my people.
*
Let me offer some sage advice.
You must listen to the earth and the stars,
for only they can guide you...
to my stop at the corner of Olive and Victory.
- Sir, stand behind the white line, please.
- Typical. It never ends.