- Are you ready, kids?
Aye, aye, Captain!
- I can't hear you.
Aye, aye, Captain!
SpongeBob SquarePants!
- Ready?
SpongeBob SquarePants!
- SpongeBob
SquarePants!
- Huh?
What's the meaning of this, Mr. Squidward?
- Don't ask me.
Ask SpongeBob.
- Hey, um, Mom, you don't need
to cut the crust off the Krabby Patty.
Ha, we are making fast food.
- Love takes time, darling.
Now hand me a tomato so I can carve it into a rose garnish.
- SpongeBob!
What in blue blazes is going on in...
oh, hello, Mrs. SquarePants.
- Well, hello, Eugene.
I'm learning how to make Krabby Patties.
- Oh, how lovely.
Uh, may I borrow your son for just a moment?
What is going on here, boy-o?
Why is your mother in the kitchen?
Just take a look at that crowd!
- This is why I never go out to eat anymore!
- Your mommy has no business at my business.
Send her home. - Oh, but Mr. Krabs,
the official employee calendar says it's...
Bring Your Mom to Work Day.
- Ha, too bad I forgot.
Boy, that would have been awful.
- Oh, it shivers me timbers to think what a disaster
my mom would make if she was here.
- Ahem!
- Don't you worry, fellas. I invited your moms too.
- What?
How thoughtful of you, SpongeBob.
- Well, we're here,
so stop your horseplay and show me what you do.
- Mother, you're embarrassing me.
Ow, ow, ow, ow!
- I don't know what you're chuckling about, Eugene.
There's wasted money everywhere I look!
When was the last time you changed the oil in this fryer?
- We change it every day, ma'am.
- Waste!
Should be but once a year.
Real tomato ketchup. Waste!
I bet in your latrine you use two-ply toilet paper.
- Ha, we use one-ply.
- As if it grows on trees. Waste!
It should be half-ply.
Your profits would be much higher
if you stopped spending willy-nilly.
- Yes, Mama.
- Remember to smile, son.
- Where's my food?
- I'm sorry for the delay, sir.
Your order will be up soon.
- I didn't say lose your disdain.
- And don't slouch.
You'll ruin your spine.
- I'm an invertebrate, Mother!
- And no back talk.
- Yes, Mother.
- Nice disdain.
But save it for the customers.
Order up for Old Man Jenkins.
One Krabby Patty with crust removed
and one side salad.
- I ordered fries, not a salad.
- The fries are in the salad.
- Okay, I'll try it.
But only 'cause I'm so hungry.
Aha!
It reminds me of my mother's cooking when I was but a boy.
I'm filled with childish glee!
- Mm.
- I made everyone's orders.
- Huh?
- My mom doesn't understand fast food... not the way I do.
Her cooking takes forever, because she adds love.
- You mean there's no love in this Krabby Patty?
Now all I taste is the fast.
I demand a refund!
- Give me some love. - Yeah, me too!
- Okay, that's enough.
There'll be no refunds.
You see, there is love here.
My love for your money.
Mwah.
You don't want to break us up, do ya?
- Give me my money back! - Where's the love?
- Clearly, our sons aren't working hard enough.
Believe me when I say no one is more disappointed than we,
their mothers.
- We thought we taught them better.
- To avert this disaster,
we're going to take over the restaurant
and show our boys how it's done.
- But Mama! - Zip it!
And to the shame corner with you three.
Aww.
- Now time to spruce this place up.
- "Mama Krabs Home-style Cooking"?
This is gonna be a disaster.
Look at what they did to me restaurant.
- I think the place looks homey.
- If I wanted "homey," I'd stay at home.
This is costing me a fortune.
- Actually, Mrs. SquarePants had all this stuff
in the trunk of her boat.
- A mother is always prepared.
- Eventually, our moms will crash and burn.
And then we'll reclaim the Krusty Krab.
- Looks like it's gonna happen sooner than later.
Look who just arrived.
- Bubble Bass.
- Every mom's nightmare.
- Bubby, you forgot your doll on the boat.
- Mom!
It's an action figure, not a doll.
- We're doomed.
- Welcome to Mama Krabs'.
Right this way.
- Here's your menus.
- Interesting.
We shall see if this new management
can stand up to my scrutiny.
I will have one of every... huh?
Ow!
- We'll both have the early-bird special.
- Mother, I'm going to get a soda.
Hmm?
Mom!
- Soda straws are dangerous.
You'll put your eye out.
Use this instead.
Ooh! Ga-ga.
I mean, uh, so embarrassing.
- Here you go.
- Ooh. - Two Krabby Patty casseroles.
I even cut it into bite-sized pieces.
- That's just how my boy likes it.
- Enjoy!
- Of course that mama's boy would like it here.
- Uh, guys, look!
It seems like everyone is liking it here.
- You've got some smudge.
- Danke.
- I don't believe it.
They're a success.
- Well, of course they are.
Look how hard they're working.
- I actually feel kind of guilty
seeing them do all the work.
- How pathetic.
You three clearly don't know how to appreciate
the smothering embrace of motherly love.
- And what do you suggest?
- Are these premises equipped with a basement?
- All right, here we are.
- Gentlemen, I present the fortress of solitude
for adult children.
- It's a junk-filled basement.
- Oh, you see junk.
I see...
A hangout lounge!
- Correct.
- Well, it's better than the shame corner.
- I guess.
- Down here, you can spend your time
doing whatever you want.
Reading comics, playing video games,
complaining on the Internet.
- Your life choices are lame,
but I like the overall concept.
- And with your mother upstairs,
snacks are just a holler away.
- Ooh, my mom loves to make snacks.
What else can you teach us,
oh wise sage of the slacker ways?
- Alas, my time with you is at an end.
I have been a good boy, and my mother is taking me
for ice cream in three, two, one.
I'm ready for my ice cream, Mommy.
- Bye, girls!
- Come back soon, you hear.
- Well, I guess we can give it a try.
Mo-om!
Mom, nachos!
- Hey, watch the fort!
- Mom! - Ma!
- Mom! - Mom!
- Mom. - Mom!
- Hey, Ma!
- Mommy, Mommy.
- Mommy, Mommy, Mommy. - Mommy, Mommy, Mommy.
- I've never slept better in me life.
Last night made me feel like a kid again.
So that's what it's like
to have a childhood.
- Aww, you guys are the best buddies
a kid could ever have.
- I'm hungry.
Mom, breakfast!
- Guys, I think something's wrong.
- Agreed, lad. We better go check.
- Oh, yeah.
- Booyah!
- What in tarnation?
Who are these bums?
- Hey, kids.
- Oh, there you are, Eugene.
Go fix me one of those Krabbity Patties
you're always going on about.
Dad?
- Oh!
That's right.
Today is Bring Your Dad to Work Day.
- Oh, uh, while you're up, son, could you refill my drink?
- And more chips for me, kid.
- Any time you're ready with that Krabbity Patty, son.
- I want my mommy.
- I'm glad you can come to the pet park today, Patrick.
Well, thanks for inviting me.
I can't wait to see Gary's new tricks!
- There's nothing more fun than bringing your pet
to a pet park.
- SpongeBob!
I got one of those head things!
- A concussion?
- Yeah.
But also the other thing.
- Oh, a thought.
- Yeah, I think I'd like to have my own pet
to bring to the pet park.
- That's a great idea.
We can stop at the pet store on the way.
Mm, do any of these pets pique your fancy?
- No.
Uh-uh. Nope.
Whoa!
That one!
I want that one! That's the pet for me!
- Huh.
All right, go on through.
Hold it right there!
I'm gonna need to see some proof of pet.
- Of course.
- That's a rock.
- Yeah. His name is Rolly.
- I don't see how this thing is a pet.
- Oh, here. Take a closer look.
Oh, yes. He's adorable.
Go right in.
- Thanks.
Come on, Rolly.
- Wow.
Yup, that's my card.
Rolly, Rolly, Rolly!
- Oh.
Geode hunting is a cracking good time.
Ooh, ha ha!
The perfect crystal quartz lattice.
An exquisite specimen for my collection.
- Rolly, you're the best rock ever.
- What the devil?
By Jove.
Such majesty.
That must have quite the geode inside.
- Tallyho, good chap.
Whoa!
Perciful Rockhound, amateur geode enthusiast.
- You talk funny.
Huh?
What? What's that, Rolly?
Uh-huh.
Rolly says he wants to play with you.
Here you go.
- Have fun, you two.
- Ooh. - Wow.
- Hey, Patrick. Where's Rolly?
- Oh, he's playing with the funny mustache man over there.
- Oh, so cute.
But that's enough play, Rolly.
- Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!
Whoa, Rolly!
You want to play with everyone today.
Done already?
Oh, who's a good boy?
- Uh, Patrick, maybe we should leave.
- Good idea, SpongeBob.
Everybody here is sleeping anyway.
Come on, Rolly!
- I will tear that rock asunder.
- What a fun day.
Now it's time to do my favorite thing...
nothing!
- It's the "Sir Urchin & Snail Fail Show."
- Why, you!
- What'd I do?
- SquarePants residence.
- Oh, SpongeBob. I don't think Rolly likes TV.
He tore up the place.
- Have you been feeding him?
Pets get cranky if they don't get their food.
- Oh, yeah! Oh.
Thanks, buddy.
- Of course.
- Rolly!
SpongeBob said you need lots of food.
Good thing I had this big bag of cement mix on hand.
Just add water.
Huh. Okay.
Bone apple teeth, Rolly.
Now it's time for my lunch.
I like it dry.
Huh? Whoa!
Rolly, you got big.
SpongeBob? - Yes?
- I fed Rolly, and he got big!
Is he dying?
- No, you silly.
He probably just needs a walk to go potty.
But make sure he wears his leash.
- Okay!
Time for a walk, Rolly.
The world is your toilet.
My word.
How rotund his rock has grown.
I must pilfer that plump pebble.
- Aah!
- Ooh!
What stinks?
Oh, it's you, Rolly.
Hmm, what am I supposed to do?
Hi, SpongeBob.
- Hey, Patrick.
- Ma-mow.
- [sniffs, strains]
Rolly smells like garbage water.
Is he mad at me?
- Of course not.
You can take him to a groomer to freshen him up.
- Oh? Huh.
Conveniently Placed Rock Groomer.
There's one right here!
Thanks, SpongeBob.
Hmm?
- Good day, sir. - Huh?
I'm the rock groomer.
May I take that ample, glorious collectible rock from you?
Whoa!
- Rolly needs a bath.
- Aah!
At last, the glimmering contents
of your sturdy aspects shall be mine.
Huh? Aah, aah!
Oh, no! Back, you beast!
Ow! Ow!
- Oh, finished already?
Wow!
Rolly, you're beautiful!
I've gotta tell SpongeBob.
- Hi again.
- SpongeBob, Rolly looks prettier than,
um, a really pretty thing.
You gotta see him.
- Well, you should bring him down
to the Bikini Bottom Pet Show.
Gary and I are here now.
- Great! See ya there.
- Lady, you need a bath.
- Yee-haw!
- Contestant 24.
- Huh? Oh!
His name is Rolly.
Isn't he pretty?
- Hmm. What does it do?
- I'll show you.
- Whoo! Go, Patrick, go! Whoo!
- Whoo!
Go, Patrick, go!
- Ta-da!
- Well, it seems every other contestant
has been eliminated.
- I suppose you win...
by default.
- We... did it!
Rolly, you're the best rock...
- Ever!
Finally, your crystalline cache is all mine.
- Rolly!
Oh, no!
- Ooh.
- Oh. G-g-good show, old chap.
- Oh, fiddlesticks.
- Rolly.
I love your new look.
- Mmm.
- Aww.
So Rolly was an egg all along.
- Rawr. - Oh!
- Wow!
Now that's what I call a pet!
- Yay!