[alarm blaring]
[screaming]
Hang on, buddy!
[screaming]
Hey, we stopped falling!
Look, we're in space now!
Wee!
[sputtering]
Hey! Somebody get me down! Or up or something!
[laughing]
[whirring]
Ha! Hey, SpongeBob, watch this.
Hey! You got your toothpaste in my peanut butter!
[laughing]
Patrick, I can do this.
[whirring]
Hey, who turned the heavy back on?
- We must be landing. - Alright!
Sometimes that Spongebob is as dumb as a sack of peanuts.
[whirring]
[squeaking]
Wow. It sure looks a lot like home.
Finally, some respect.
Into the rocket you go!
Wait, why do I need a rocket?
- Where is this delivery to? - Mars.
Oh, Mars, well the-- Ma-Ma-Ma-Ma-Ma-Mars?
Bye, Squidward!
[screaming]
[babbling]
Delivery from the Krusty Krab.
[babbling]
[munching]
[babbling]
[munching]
Hmph. All this red. So garish.
Ugh, this dump needs a true artist touch.
[gasping]
[roaring]
[splashing]
[vocalizing]
[splashing]
Oh, no, he's coming back!
And he's headin' right for us!
[screaming]
That's it. No more messin' around!
Give me that formula or I'll destroy this stinkin' town!
But I don't wanna!
[grunting]
[screaming]
[grunting]
[screaming]
[grunting]
[screaming]
Ah!
[grunting]
Patrick! Hi!
You have a thing on your thing.
[grunting]
[laughing]
Holy night, SpongeBob! Did you shrink the earth?
[sputtering]
Good question, Mr. Claus--
We're actually further from the earth now.
We could've move the moon back into its regular orbit
if we hadn't run out of fuel.
[whistling]
A controlled explosion might move the moon back.
You're so smart. How do we do that?
Hmm...
[grunting]
Ooh! Fizz Bomb cola!
A burp explosion in every can.
[fizzing]
Yee-haw! That's my Science Scouts!
[glugging]
[inhaling]
[belching]
[giggling]
No go, the moon's too heavy.
[laughing]
I think some children might be needing
some brains for Christmas. Ha ha.
[grunting]
Perfection!
Now we just wait for a gust of wind.
[chirping]
Uh, interesting science fact:
there's no atmosphere on the moon,
therefore there's no wind.
[laughing]
Why don't we just push them moon back?
A-choo!
Blasted pollen allergies!
[gasping]
[sighing]
I should be safe in space.
Stop, thief!
You've gotta be kidding me!
[snoring]
[honking]
[sputtering] What's happening?
...eight, seven...
Oh, no.
It's not an alarm clock, its' a countdown!
...two, one.
[rumbling]
[screaming]
[grunting]
Huh? What? What the--
Uh... that was horrible!
[whirring]
But this is even worse!
[screaming]
Doink! Now this really feels like home.
[screaming]
[gasping]
[screaming]
Hey, this is kinda fun.
Carol, your real father is...
[zapping]
Hey!
Who's Carol's real father?
Watch this, Sandy.
Alright! A no-look, let's see,
a one-footed, tongue-out, flip, leg up...
[crackling]
[clanging]
smash into the side of the rocket.
You did great, SpongeBob, but you should call your trick
the "one-footed, tongue out flip, leg up,
puncture the fuel tank on the rocket."
- Oops. - Come on, SpongeBob!
We gotta get while there's still enough fuel to make it home!
Wait! I have to do something very important.
There.