Chum Bucket Supreme/transcript

• Plankton: Okay, Karen. Which one's better? [holds up two different napkin designs]
• Karen: If I had eyes, I'd be rolling them right now.
• Plankton: (sarcastically) Oh, thanks for the help. Ya know, details like this can be very important to the customers.
• Karen: Customers? What customers?
• Plankton: Well, uh..... [looks on screen and sees car in parking lot] ...like those customers, who just pulled up. [zips outside] Well, hello, gentlemen, and welcome to the Chum Bucket! Would you like seating inside or outside?
• Customer 1: Seating for what?
• Plankton: (angrily) For the Chum Bucket! Where you can enjoy a nice helping of chum. (sarcastically) Oh, boy this is so... [pretends to eat it by hiding it behind his head] ...good. The chum is.
• Customer 2: Wait a minute-is he eating chum? Do people do that?
• Plankton: Look, are you gonna eat or not!?!?!
• Customer 2: Yeah. I'll have two Krabby Patties.
• Customer 1: Oh yeah, two.
• Customer 2: We couldn't find parking over at the Krusty Krab. [cuts to the Krusty Krab, jam-packed with cars. The two customers walk away. Plankton gets so mad that water bursts out of his body and he catch it in a cup and start to drink it].
• Plankton: [smack his lips, then sighs clamly] Now what was I saying? Oh right [angrily rips up the menu and stamps on it]. I'm tired of the Krusty Krab taking all of my buisness! We're doomed, Karen! Dommed, I tell you! [cries]
• Karen: Well then, why don't you do what all good buisness owners do?
• Plankton: [still crying] What would that be?
• Karen: Advertise your product, of course. [she gives Plankton part of the towel]
• Plankton: Advertising? [stops crying] I can't believe it took me so long to come up with this [Karen sighs]
• Plankton: [digging in a box of letters] Now let's see, Q no... P no...Ah, here it is, L! There, it's perfect! Chum is Metabolic Fuel. You really did it this time ol' Planky. Oh yeah, who's a genius. Have you seen this, seen this, seen my genius, genius, genius, genius. ( Patrick begins reading the slogan. While this is happening, Plankton stops dancing and looks down at him.)
• Patrick: Chum is...[sips cup] me...
• Plankton: Hello sir, and welcome to the Chum Bucket! Erm, sir?
• Patrick: ...Meta...a...ta...tab...tab, er...bo...ic!
• Patrick Midget in Brain: Forget about what that word means! There's a fire breaking out the language lobes!
• Patrick Midget in Brain 2: We need to get outta here! [Patric Midget pushes on a door with signs saying "PULL TO OPEN"]
• Patrick Midget in Brain: The door's jammed!
• Patrick Midget in Brain 2: Push harder! [All start moaning and coughing]
• Patrick: MetAbo, ic... [Head starts to smoke]
• Plankton: Sir, your head, it's on fire. [Patrick jumps] THE DRINK, USE THE DRINK!
• Patrick: [Stares at cup] It's kelp juice, you want some? [Plankton takes drink from Patrick and throws it at his head]. HEY! What kind of friend are you?
• Plankton: Friend? I didn't even know y-
• Patrick: Come on. Say your sorry.
• Plankton: Uh, I'm Sorry
• Patrick: Okay I forgive you. [shakes Plankton's hand] I'm sorry for yelling. Okay so can I tell you something honestly?
• Plankton: Whatever.
• Patrick: It's about your sign. These words make my head sad.
• Patrick's Head: [cries] I don't get it. [cries more]
• Patrick: It's okay little fellow I don't either.
• Plankton: OK, Freakshow, you just wait.In a few minutes this sign will attract more than you can count.
• Narrator: A Few Minutes Later
• Patrick: Uhh, what's that number before one?
• Plankton: Zero
• Patrick: Oh right, congratulations, you have zero customers!
• Plankton: Okay it might take a little longer than a few minutes.
• Narrator: A Little Longer Than a Few Minutes Later
• Patrick: Wait, what are we doing again? [Plankton gets angry. While he does, Patrick swiths the letters around on the sign.
• Plankton:What the? This says "Chum is Fum." You've changed my sign? That's the dumbest thing I've ever heard.
• Patrick: They seem to think it's interesting. [shows a bunch of customers coming into the the chum bucket]
• (Chattering amongest the Customers)
• Plankton: Apparantly dumb sells chum. I believe I've just found our Adertising Director. (Patrick chews off a bit of a letter "R".
• Mr. Krabs: Aah! Only two customers? Customers are looking kinda scarce. (Chuckles Nerveously). Must be low tide or something eh Squidward?
• Squidward: They've all gone to the Chum Bucket.
• Mr. Krabs: The Chum Bucket? (He Looks through a pair of Binoculars and reads the sign above the Chum Bucket Door.) "Chum.... is.... Fum?" SpongeBob!
• SpongeBob: Yess Sir?
• Mr. Krabs: SpongeBob, we have a situation.
• SpongeBob: I'm on it. (He runs off.)
• (SpongeBob pulls a leaver which activates a "Situation Alert" button. Mr. Krabs is pulled away to his office via a moving plank. Another Plank tilts and SpongeBob slides down it. He uses his hat as a parachute and land in the middle of a target with two closed vent to his left and right.)
• ( The Target turns SpongeBob to the vent on the right and both vents open. A large metal Square shaped Hand Pushes him down the vent.)
• SpongeBob: (Taking a switch out of his pocket.) Five. ( A door with the Number 5 on it opens.)
• SpongeBob: Four. (A door with the number 4 on it opens up.)
• SpongeBob: Three. (A door with the Number 3 on it opens up.)
• SpongeBob: Two. (A door with the Number 2 on it opens up.)
• SpongeBob: One. (A door with the Number 1 on it opens up.)
• Mr. Krabs: SpongeBob, I'm afraid our worst fears have been reliased.
• SpongeBob: Goofy Gober is going non-tary?
• Mr.Krabs: No. (Pulling down a screen.)
• SpongeBob: Ooh. Slide Show.
• Mr. Krabs: A few hours ago, the Chum Bucket was, as it should be, a desolate no-man's land. There's only one way he could have changed things around so quickly. Plankton must have slipped into the Krusty Krab while you weren't looking.
• SpongeBob: Hey that's my legs.
• Mr. Krabs: He stole the Formuler. (A slide of SpongeBob Screaming is displayed)
• Mr. Krabs: I thought you might say that. So we need to infultrate the Chum Bucket and steal the formular back.
• (SpongeBob and Mr. Krabs are dressed in a brown-ish jacket with a clam on top. Mr. Krabs is on top of SpongeBob while he is strugguling to keep his balance.)
• Mr. Krabs: SpongeBob, how are ye holding up down there lad?
• SpongeBob: Not so good, Mr. Krabs.
• Mr. Krabs: Hold on there. We're almost there.
• Narrator: Two Hours Later.
• Plankton: Next!
• Mr. Krabs: We made it SpongeBob. We're in! (They enter the Chum Bucket. This is chatter among the crowd of customers.)
• Customer 1: Oh, I Know. Chum is Fum.
• Customer 2: You said it. Chum is Fum.