SpongeBob SquarePants, Season 14

Sandy:
Congratulations, Plankton. But remember, this technique is to be used [points] strictly for self-defense.

Plankton:
Oh, of course, Sensei Sandy. [leans in] Uh, wink? [takes off gi] Buh-bye! [laughs]

[Sandy stares ahead with a blank expression.]

SpongeBob:
Uh, Sandy? [zoom out to show Sandy standing on him] Could you give me a ride to the hospital?

Sandy:
Whoops! [steps off him] Oh, sure, SpongeBob. Heh-heh.

Mr. Krabs:
Bad news for you, Plankton. [gets closer to Plankton's face] I don't have any feet!

Plankton:
[stunned] You what? [A close-up on Mr. Krabs' feet is shown, but they are very messy. The right foot has plasters and grease, while the left foot has barnacles and grease. A foghorn plays in the background.] Just my luck, I guess.

Plankton:
[sighs] Six to eight weeks before I can attack the Krusty Krab again. Oh, well. At least I'm not in traction anymore. [a wheelchair wheel rolls over him] Augh!

[Sandy is pushing a bandaged SpongeBob in a wheelchair.]

SpongeBob:
Oh, boy! Only six to eight weeks before I can work at the Krusty Krab again! [Sandy pushes him forward]

Plankton:
Ouch! Ka-ra-tay is a pain in the-- [gets squished against the road] ouch!

Mr. Krabs:
Hey there, ma'am. [raises sunglasses] Is this beach taken? [winks]

Mrs. Puff:
Oh, my. Eugene, you're so well-defined. [sees Mr. Krabs has left] Eugene?

[Pan over to Mr. Krabs surrounded by cheering beachgoers.]

Mr. Krabs:
Take a look. [shows off muscles] These are called gains, people. [flexes butt] Yeah. [strains]

Margaret:
[humming] Order up for Old Man Jenkins. One Krabby Patty with crust removed and one side salad.

Old Man Jenkins:
I ordered fries, not a salad!

Margaret:
The fries are in the salad.

Old Man Jenkins:
Okay, I'll try it. [takes it] But only 'cause I'm so hungry. [tastes it, spins around and is now wearing a kid outfit] Aha!

Customers:
Ooh!

Old Man Jenkins:
It reminds me of my mother's cooking when I was but a boy. I'm filled with childish glee! [giggles and skips away]

Karen:
Wow, your hips are so hip. You got your work cut out for you, Sheldon.

Plankton:
My hips can't do that.

Suzie:
Of course they can. You got to force them to do it. [holds onto Plankton and Karen] The tango is physical, [dances with Karen] emotional, and most importantly, [pushes the two out of the way] aggressive.

Plankton and Karen:
What?

Plankton:
Aggressive? [grinning evilly with Karen] Now you're talking my language.

Karen:
Yeah, we speak fluent aggression.

Suzie:
Good. Tap into that aggression and put it in your [flexes arm] hips. Now, abrazo. [slams hands together] Embrace!

Plankton and Karen:
[grabbing onto each other] Abrazo.

Evil Witch:
[reading the directions on Mr. Krabs' cookbook] A cup of milk? Two eggs? A loaf of bread? And kelp sugar? Eh, all right. [puts the ingredients in a cauldron] Shoo. [a plate of French toast floats up] French toast? [taps her wand in the green substance and hash browns, quiche, and huevos rancheros float up] Hash browns? Quiche? Huevos rancheros? What the heck? What's wrong with this blasted spellbook? [grabs the cookbook and reads the name] "Uncle Jimmy's Breakfast Magic"? It's a cookbook! Oh... I better find out who got my spell book, and fast. [the plate of quiche bumps into her arm] Huh? Right [the wand transforms into a fork] after I finish my quiche.

[Bubble transition back to inside the Krusty Krab, where the customers are still in the breakfast transformations with SpongeBob, Squidward, and Mr. Krabs in worry.]

Squidward:
Why is this happening?

SpongeBob:
Maybe all the weird stuff I've been cooking caused all of this. [Squidward looks at him unamused, and SpongeBob chuckles nervously] Would explain the [the Necronomicon book flies out the order window] cauldron too. [points to the Necronomicon flying] And the flying cookbook.

[The cookbook flies to the front of the restaurant and emits a green light, which grabs various breakfast items to create a body.]

SpongeBob:
[as the cookbook forms the items into a body]'" The cookbook is using tasty breakfast treats to create a monster!

[The cookbook roars and everyone in the restaurant screams. The Evil Witch appears with a purple cloud emit.]

Evil Witch:
Oh, so this is where my spell book went.

[The breakfast monster kicks barrels and a table away, breaks off another table and throws it at SpongeBob, Squidward, and Mr. Krabs - which they duck.]

Mr. Krabs:
Ooh, a customer! Take her order, Squidward.

Evil Witch:
Uh, thanks, but I couldn't eat another bite! [belches] I'm here to swap books with ya. I think my spell book got mixed with your cookbook.