Come on, man, I'm just doing my job.
"Come one, come all
to the Big Bikini Bottom Parade tomorrow."
Oh, boy!
Parade? [scoffing]
I did enough marching when I was in the Navy.
Ooh, but a parade is a great way
to get free advertising for the Krusty-
Free? That's me favorite assemblage of letters.
What do we do?
We're gonna have to build a float.
Hmm.
Well, that was another day wasted.
Your day's not over, Mr. Squidward.
I want you and SpongeBob to build a Krusty Krab float
for the Bikini Bottom Parade tomorrow.
Oh, yeah!
[imitating marching music]
[screaming]
What are you doing!?
I finished it!
I give you the Krusty Krab parade float.
Ta-da! I made it a little more on theme.
It's moron-themed, all right.
You didn't even use my drawing.
Of course, I did.
I used it to patch up that hole in the Krabby Patty.
[groaning] Well, whatever.
It looks fine, I guess.
The secret formula bottle almost looks
like the real thing.
It is, just bigger. I even wrote down
the secret formula on the paper inside.
[laughing]
Only we know.
I even wrote down the secret formula
on the paper inside.
Only we know.
Wrote down the secret formula!?
That beautiful idiot!
Looks like I'm going to a parade.
Welcome to the annual Bikini Bottom Parade.
I smell grease.
Oh, that's not me you're smelling, King!
It's the float from the Krusty Krab,
serving over a million Krabby Patties daily
- to hundreds. - Whoo hoo! Hey, hey!
Oh, there's everybody's favorite tightwad, Mr. Krabs!
Well, there's something new, french-fry confetti!
[groaning]
[cackling evilly]
Time to meet your doom, Krabs.
Heh heh. Secret formula at 12 o'clock.
Hang on, folks.
It looks like the parade's got a last-minute entry.
I'd say it's some kind of rancid hot dog on wheels?
No. Folks, I believe this is Bikini Bottom's
own evil genius, Plankton.
Oh ho ho.
It didn't take long for anarchy to begin this year.
It's the wrong way!
A Nor'easter! A perfect storm!
Ah, it's chaos and confusion,
a tradition here at the Bikini Bottom parade.
- Yah! - AH! AH!
Well, looks like there's something new on the menu.
[Squidward] Ow.
The Krusty Krab float is coming in hot.
[laughing] My leg.
[laughing] My leg mobile!
And here we see the domino effect in action.
Huh?
My champion.
[grunting]
Larry can't lift this kind of weight.
[groaning]
Ladies and gentlemen, this parade has creamed
into a calamitous catastrophe of crashing and chaos.
[screaming]
[laughing]
Baby wants his secret formula.
[laughing] [screaming]
No, no, no, no, no.
No, Plankton. No, Plankton. No, no.
[laughing]
Whoo hoo hoo hoo hoo!
Abandon float! Whoa!
[screaming] Wait for me!
[banging]
[shattering]
It's mine. It's mine! [laughing]
[sighing]
Why's he want that useless prop anyway?
Because SpongeBob wrote the secret formula
on that paper.
Wait. What? What? What?!
[shattering]
[laughing]
It looks like one last float from the local gas station
is making a combustible entry.
Well, folks, this parade has now officially been declared
an apocalypse. [chuckles]
[grunting]
No! No! I almost had it.
[chuckles] Come on, boy-o.
Let's go back to the Krusty Krab,
where I can punish you proper with unpaid overtime
for doing such a foolish thing.
Yay!