[music playing]
Ghost extracting machine!
[laughing]
[groaning]
Whew.
I look like I just saw a ghost.
Ha ha. Success.
Order up, people.
All right, Night Patties.
Tasty.
[moaning]
Smooth.
[moaning]
Smokey.
[cheering]
The lighthouse is haunted. Just like my toaster.
[moaning] Whoa!
[moaning]
Oh, my gosh, a floating shopping list!
[screaming]
I'm not a shopping list, I'm a ghost.
[screaming]
[laughing] Now, listen, SpongeBob.
How do you know my name? Who are you?!
I am the ghost of soda drink hat.
And I'm here to tell you that that soda drink hat
you possess is cursed.
- Cursed? - Yes.
It once belonged to some guy who's dead now.
What guy?
Uh, uh, Smitty something.
Smitty what?
Smitty Werbenjägermanjensen.
He must have been number one.
Number one in boogie land. Now, listen.
A curse will descend on you
unless the hat is returned to its owner immediately.
Immediately?
Immediately.
- To its owner? - Yes.
Right now?
Yes. Yes. It must be returned to its owner right now.
- Hey, Mr. Krabs. - SpongeBob.
Can you still cook Krabby Patties?
Can do, Mr. Krabs.
Then get captain's quarters in the kitchen.
Aye, aye, oh, living employer.
Ew.
[humming]
[thudding]
[whistling]
[humming]
[grunting]
[crying]
I can't cook Krabby Patties.
I don't want to be a ghost anymore, Patrick.
I don't either. I can't eat anything.
Food just goes right through me.
Yuck.
I didn't know the buses ran this late.
They don't.
Well, they're dropping someone off.
[screaming]
The Sash-Ringing, the Flash-Singing, the Mash-Pinging-
The Hash-Slinging Slasher. [crying]
At last you understand. We're doomed.
No, that's not it. I am just so touched
that you would go to the trouble
to dress up as a ghostly fry cook
and stand on the other side of the street
just to entertain me. You must really like me.
SpongeBob, there are two problems with your theory.
One, I hate you.
And two, how can that be me when I'm standing right here?!
[tinging]
[screaming]
The Hash-Slinging Slasher!
Stay away from me! He's gonna flip me!
Get away! Get away!
SpongeBob, no matter what I've said,
I've always sort of liked you.
Squidward, I used your clarinet to unclog my toilet.
Huh?
Get away! Get away! Get out of here!
You're not welcome here!
Can I have a job application? I brought my own spatula.
I want to speak with my great, great Grandpa Jenkins.
Get 'em, Ancient-Great-Grand-Pop!
[grunting]
[chuckles]
Youthum Ignorami, Elderus Respecticus!
[chuckles] Here we go.
[chuckles]
Ha ha!
You best respect your elders!
My elders will teach your elders a little respect!
Get 'em, Krabses!
Jenkinses, attack!
Ha-ha!
Hey. Hey!
Uh, you guys are kind of bumming us out.
Yes, we don't get to visit
the land of the living very often.
And we just want to party!
You two party-poopers need to respect your elders
and vacate the premises!
[screaming]
[music playing]
[sighing]
Why have you disturbed me?
Because you keep forgetting
to replace the toilet paper roll.
As roommates, we all have to do our part.
I know, but it wasn't me this time.
It was Gail who left things... unreplenished.
Gail?
Sorry.
[screaming]
What is going on around here?!
Come on, SpongeBob. Don't be a stick in the mud.
Look out below!
[laughing]
[screaming]
How was that?
Even better the third time.
Oh, no. No, no, no, no, no!
Everyone, get out!
Alrighty, boys, party's over. Time to scoot, honey.
Maybe you guys should leave.
Oh, yeah?
Do I have to talk-
Ew. Ectoplasm.
Look what you've done to me!
Oh! When I get my hands on you, I'll-
Please, Mr. Squidward's ghost.
Spare us your ghostly anger!
Oh, yes, Mr. Squidward's ghost! Please don't haunt us!
We'll do anything you want! Just have mercy on us!
Enough! Listen up,
Squidward's ghost is feeling unusually generous today.
He hath decided to spare ye a horrible fate.
[hissing]
All ye must do is tend to my every whim
and tickle my fancy on demand.
- Does that include- - Quiet!
Now, do as you're told!
Lest ye incur the wrath of Squidward!
I think they make a cream for that now.
[moaning]
[thudding]
Grandma, no!
[laughing]
Get her, grandma!
[grunting]
I'm the ghost of Plankton.
Ooh. Whoa.
♪ Row, row, row, your boat ♪
They're good.
♪ We are the ghouls Of the briny deep ♪
♪ Under the waves We like to creep ♪
♪ Sleeping in coffins With spider webs ♪
♪ As ghostly pillows Beneath our heads ♪
♪ Oh, we're the ghouls Of the briny deep ♪
♪ Under the waves We like to creep ♪
♪ We wear black shrouds That look quite neat ♪
♪ But we don't wear shoes 'Cause we have no feet ♪
Ha ha ha.
[music playing]
♪ We like to haunt And frighten and scare ♪
♪ ‘Til you jump right out Of your underwear ♪
♪ We like to eat eyes And brains ♪
♪ And drink our grog From rusty drains ♪
♪ We don't keep animals Like cutesy snails ♪
Gary!
♪ Our favorite pet's The cat-o-nine-tails! ♪
Meow.
[applauding]
Well, guys, I hate to be a party pooper,
but it's a little late for all this noise.
Time to wrap it up.
Oh, big fish doesn't want us
as patrons anymore.
Maybe we should make, like, a tree and leave.
[laughing, shattering]
[laughing]
Now, wait just a minute, that is private property.
Everybody down on the floor.
It's The Fisherman!
[shrieking]
No, not The Fisherman!
Now hand over the moolah.
[dinging]
Well, good evening, sir. Welcome to the Krusty Krab.
Give me all your money.
Always glad to help a fellow out with a loan.
Loan? I don't want a loan. I'm The Fisherman.
I'm robbing the place.
Well, that is downright unfriendly.
I'm putting you under fry cook's arrest.
Huh? Oh, really?
Whoa!
[grunting]
Not so fast.
[grunting]
Uh-oh.
Well, looks like the hook is on the other fin now, huh?
Don't worry, my friends. I have captured the evildoer.
- Hey! - Captured?
Leave them alone!
Just what do you think you're doing?
Uh, catching a criminal.
He's no criminal. He works here.
[growling]
- He robs us every night. - It's a night shift tradition.
Oh, a night shift tradition.
Oops. Sorry about that, Mr. Fisherman, sir.
No worries, little yellow thing.
You got some mean fishing skills. Respect.
Oh, [chuckles] you're not so bad yourself.
The attention to detail in his mouth,
it's all rotten and slimy.
He's bad breath, it's incredible.
Boy, his hair is very authentic, too.
It's dirty. [sniffing] Ooh, it reeks.
And check out the workmanship on the jaw mechanism.
Remarkable build quality.
Obviously a puppet or a robot.
Oh, we must be in one of those fancy pizza parlors
with those singing animated robots.
Robots? Puppets? Pizza parlors?
[screaming]
Sing us a song, robot.
What? Sing for ye?
Oh, whoops. [chuckles] You're right. I almost forgot.
You're coin-operated, aren't ya?
[coughing]
Whoa. Gee, Rusty, quite a setup you got here.
But where's all the sandwich bread,
the condiments, the cold cuts?
[speaking gibberish]
A rye sandwich carved entirely of driftwood?
Mamma mia.
[speaking gibberish]
Spackle.
[speaking gibberish]
Shellac.
[speaking gibberish]
Oh, you want me to try it.
[speaking gibberish]
Okay. [sniffing]
Mm. Smells industrial.
Uck! Well, I'm sure it's an acquired taste.
Yeah, well, I sort of sold my soul already.
What? To who?
Those guys.
We were here first, Pops.
We've all got a claim on Krabs' soul.
Get to the back of the line.
Oh, now, I'm sure we can sort this out.
[dinging]
You too, SpongeBob?
He was five bucks short on payday.
[groaning]
Using my mystic otherworldly powers,
I shall decide who gets the last wish.
Eenie-meenie-minie-mo, catch a sailor by the toe.
If he hollers, let him go.
My mother told me to pick the very best one and...
you are it.
Now, think, SpongeBob. We're about to get eaten.
What can you wish for to make it
so we don't get eaten?
Don't worry, Squidward I've got it all figured out.
He won't be able to eat us because I wish
that the Dutchman was a vegetarian!
Hooray!
We're home!
You did it, SpongeBob. We're safe!
But why have we been turned into fruits?
Hey, I get a wish, too. And fruits prevents scurvy.
[whistling]
[screaming]
Hey, get back here with that! I'll get you!
[screaming]
Hey, welcome to the Cursed Krab.
How can we serve you this eternity?
I just need to use the bathroom.
It's right over there.
Here's your milkshake, Sandy.
Gotcha, you little gremlin.
And what would you like, sir?
I want a plain doughnut.
[groaning]
[chanting]
[roaring]
[gasping]
Who dares bother me from my sleep?
He started it.
[roaring]
[screaming]
Yay! Pigulon is saved!
[unintelligible]
Huh?
Squidward. Squidward.
What's going on?
Why haven't you called me?
Mother?
Why haven't you called your mother?
[stammering]
Uh, Squiddums loves his mama.
Why don't you call me then? Why don't you call me?
Why don't you call me?
I heard ya don't believe in ghosts!
Ghosts?!
As in the Flying Dutchman!
[laughing]
[screaming]
There's no such thing as ghosts! No such thing!
No such thing as ghosts? No such thing as ghosts?!
You don't believe in ghosts?!
[breathing heavily]
SpongeBob?
[laughing]
Ooh, scary!
No! No! That's impossible! Ghosts! Ghosts!