- 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]
♪ ♪
- [cackling]
Yes! My plan is working.
Now everyone in town will know what a jerk Krabs is.
Yeah!
[indistinct chattering]
Huh? - Hey, you!
You're under arrest.
- Arrest? For what?
I didn't even steal anything this time.
- Vandalism's a crime too.
You've been caught red-handed, Plankton.
- Eh, should've used the green paint.
- I usually laugh all the way to the bank.
But for you Plankton,
I'll laugh all the way to the clink!
[cackling]
[cackling continues]
- Oh no, the prison is full!
Looks like we'll just have to set you free.
- What, free? But he's a criminal.
- Well, you know what they say.
Don't stop the crime if you can't enforce the time.
- Eat it, Krabs! I'm off to re-offend.
- It's a shame that there's no other place in Bikini Bottom
to hold our extra criminals.
'Cause we'd give that place a lot of money.
- [giggling]
You got yourself a deal.
We can lock him up at my place, The Krusty Krab.
- Well then, this is for the prisoner.
- [groaning]
- And here's your cash.
- Whoa. [giggling]
Thank you, Madame Officer.
- [wailing]
- Oh, stupid barnacles, tartar sauce, fish paste--
- [wailing]
- [yelling]
[crash]
- [cackling]
Enjoy your ride, Plankton?
- Ow. - Oh, sorry, Mr. Squidward.
Didn't see you there.
- Oh what's Plankton doing here, Mr. Krabs?
I thought he was going to prison.
- He is.
The Krusty Krab is a prison now.
[laughs]
- Oh, hooray! Prison!
- [inhales weakly]
Oh, big deal. I've been a prisoner here for years.
- Hardy-har, Mr. Squidward.
You boys get back to work!
I'll be guarding Plankton in me office.
Into your cell, you miscreant!
- All right, I'm out of here.
Uh, pardon me, warden, sir,
but is that a pretty penny on the floor?
- Where? It's mine.
I saw it first!
- The perfect escape.
[metal clanks]
[screams]
- Oh, no you don't.
[inhales] [blowing]
Trying to escape is bad enough.
But lying about a penny?
You're going in
the hole.
Need one of your holes, boy-o.
- You got it, Warden Krabs.
- Hey, let's not do anything we can't--
[screams]
- And don't let him go nowhere.
- Aye aye, sir!
- All right, who turned off the lights?
[groaning]
- Sorry, sir. Plankton tickles inside of me.
- That ought to learn him.
- Morning, Warden.
- Oh, me favorite paying police lady.
Here to give me more money?
- Yup, more money for more prisoners.
- More prisoners?
- Aye, the Krusty Krab. I used to eat here.
- What a coincidence. I used to rob here.
- [grumbling]
- So what do you say, Mr. Krabs?
- I say lock 'em up!
Spongebob!
Try to prison-up the place for our new guests.
I gotta go incarcerate all this cash.
- I'll do my best, Warden Krabs, sir.
[vocalizing]
- [whistles]
Nice work, boy-o. Very prison-y.
- Hey, uh, what's with all the caged men in here?
They're making me a little nervous.
- Ooh, um, well, we're a prison-themed restaurant now.
Do your time with our new prison patty.
It's served in a solitary confinement box,
has its own prisoner number,
and even comes with toy shackles!
- Wow!
- Looks delicious.
- That's right.
At the Krusty Krab,
you can lock up your hunger
and throw away the keys!
[happy chattering] Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh.
Ooh, crisis averted.
Okay, time to let Plankton out of the hole.
Open her up, boy-o.
- [grunting]
- Hmm.
- [jibbering]
- Pull yourself together, prisoner.
I got a new cell for you.
- The formula. It's so close.
I can almost touch it.
No, no, no, no!
- Good times. Good times.
[funky suspense music]
- Okay, mail call, boys. Let's see, who do we have?
Toothy.
Four Eyes.
Lefty.
Fats.
Fingers. Einstein.
Stretch, Chuckles, Bingo, Blammy, Wheels, Boogie, Red,
Trip, Winks, Skeeter, Stinky.
all: Thanks, Spongebob.
- No problem, guys.
- [groaning]
[groaning]
[wailing]
[grunting]
- Oh, morning, officer.
- I'm here to oversee Plankton's release.
His sentence is up. - What?
But I have so many more punishments for him.
- [laughing]
Enjoy your Plankton-free prison, Eugene.
I hope it's worth what you're paying for it.
[cackling]
- Hmm? Paying for it?
Wonder what he means by that.
Huh?
[elegant music]
- [yawns]
[snoring]
- [wails]
- [laughing softly]
- More marshmallows for your hot cocoa, Wobbles?
[cash register dings]
- Spongebob, what are you doing?
- Do you have any idea how much it costs
to make a prison humane?
These down comforters, they're two-ply.
- [shuddering]
- This ain't no luxury hotel.
These televisions ain't free!
And neither are these massage chairs.
- [crying]
- And this, your most expensive mistake of all!
From now on, no more patties for prisoners.
[prisoners clamoring]
- Cruel and unusual punishment!
- And no more tomatoes either!
[indistinct shouting]
- Come on, let's find another prison to eat at.
- What a rip-off! - Come on.
- No, no! Come back! Come back!
I can't afford to lose me paying customers.
Oh, I'm ruined!
[sobbing]
All right, that's it.
[happy chattering]
No more prison. Everyone out.
Don't care where you go, but you can't stay here.
Oh, finally.
The Krusty Krab is back to being a regular old
money-making restaurant.
Problem solved.
I said problem solved!
- Later that night.
- [snoring]
[startles] [screams]
[all giggling]
[light clicks] - Oh, it's just my prison pals.
What are you guys doing here?
- We want to go back to the Krusty Krab.
We were having fun in there with you.
See?
[prisoners exclaiming]
- Aww.
Okay, I'm in.
Time for a jail-break-in.
- The next day.
- [whistling]
all: Morning, Warden Krabs.
- Morning, prisoners.
[laughter]
Spongebob!
What is going on here?
I set all these criminals free last night.
What are they doing back in their cells?
- Uh, Mr. Krabs, now's probably not the best time to--
- You know it's a crime to release prisoners early,
don't ya?
You're going to prison,
criminal.
- What?
Oh, well, that's not so bad.
Pencil me in for a 3:30 massage, Spongebob.
- Oh, you're not staying here.
The Krusty Krab is full.
We got a new prison just for you.
- Oh, no. Let me guess.
[groaning]
- Mealtime, prisoner!
[cackling]
- [crying]
- Right in the mouth.