- Are you ready, kids?
Aye, aye, Captain!
- I can't hear you.
Aye, aye, Captain!
SpongeBob SquarePants!
- Ready?
SpongeBob SquarePants!
- SpongeBob
SquarePants!
- And now "The Jellyson Group."
- Good evening and welcome to "The Jellyson Group,"
Bikini Bottom's best and only show about jellyfishing.
My guests tonight are jellyfishing fashion
journalist Fabrica Olay.
Hmph.
- Famed jellyfish juggler Fish-O The Clown.
Mm-hmm. Mm-hmm.
And something called a SpongeBob.
- Tonight we will be discussing the moon jellyfish.
Only seen once every 25 years, will soon be migrating
through Bikini Bottom.
- If I can just interrupt, there's no evidence
this jellyfish even exists.
Has anyone seen it, much less caught it?
- Kevin C. Cucumber, the greatest
jellyfisher who ever lived, caught the moon jellyfish.
Roll his famous moon catching clip.
I caught it!
I caught the moon jellyfish!
I love jellyfishing!
- That video is a fake.
- Well, it looked real to me.
That fish is real— - It's a fake! A ruse!
- you big-shoed buffoon. - Anyone could see it.
- The moon jellyfish is a fact.
- Stop!
It's not fake, and I'll prove it to you by catching the moon
jellyfish just like Kevin did.
What did I tell you, Gary?
Maybe if I can get Kevin to help me,
I'll have a chance to catch that moon jellyfish.
And I know just where to find Kevin.
At the Jellyspotters Clubhouse.
Ooh.
- Meep.
Meep meep.
- Hello.
I'm looking for—
- Meep.
Meep.
- Kevin, is it really you?
I'm not worthy.
- Hey there, Not Worthy.
I'm Patrick.
- Patrick?
You're the president of the Jellyspotters Club?
- Sure am.
We drew straws, and I was the first one to eat them all.
- That's great.
Is Kevin Cucumber here?
- You mean the guy that looks like a nerdy pickle?
He got kicked out of the club years
ago and mysteriously disappeared.
No one knows where he is.
Huh?
But if you want to find him, here's his current address.
- 123 Shack in the Woods Lane.
Thank you, Patrick.
- That's President Patrick to you, Sonny Jim.
Can I get a refill on these?
- Well, these are the woods,
and this is the only lane I see.
This must be the place.
Uh— oh!
Hello?
Kevin?
You here?
Oh, phew.
- Time for walkies, Miss Marigold.
Huh?
- Um, uh—
hello, ma'am.
I'm looking for Kevin C. Cucumber.
Have you seen him?
- Eh, uh—
- Ahh!
Oh, Kevin?
- SpongeBob?
- Kevin!
- What are you doing here at my secret forest shame hole?
- Looking for you, silly.
I need some moon jellyfish-catching tips
from the master.
- Master?
Ha!
I've lost any skills I might have once had.
I don't remember how to catch a regular jelly.
I don't even remember how to catch a cold.
- Well, don't worry, Kevin.
I can get you back in shape.
Then we can catch the moon jelly,
and then you'll be on top again.
- Just like the old days.
- You think so?
It's worth a try.
Thanks, SpongeBob.
This is the best day I've had in years.
- Um, maybe we'll clean you up first.
Hmm.
- Kevin is back, baby.
- Now that you're looking the part,
let's shake the rust off those jellyfishing skills, shall we?
- Hmm.
- Ooh.
Maybe we'll start with something a little easier.
Jelly babies.
OK, maybe something a lot easier.
Now, go ahead, Kevin.
Ow! Take your— ow!-- best swing.
- Mm-hmm.
I did it!
I'm a jellyfisher again!
- OK, now for the real deal.
What's step one in catching the moon jellyfish?
- Uh, I know this one.
Wait for the moon to come out so we can see it.
- Ooh, good step one.
Here it comes.
Ah!
OK, Kevin, what's step two?
Kevin?
- Tire the moon jelly out by getting it to chase us.
That must be step two, huh?
- There is no step two.
I don't know how to catch a moon jellyfish.
I faked the moon catching on a soundstage
so people would think I was cool.
I got it.
Aw.
- This is your chance to catch it and really be cool.
Quick, in here.
Our best bet is to surround it.
You go left.
I'll go right.
We'll catch it between us.
And remember, stealth is key.
- Huh? Ahh!
- Some of us work in the morning.
Come on!
Hey, it's the moon jellyfish.
Look at that.
- I don't think we're going to catch up
to that jellyfish, SpongeBob.
My knees are getting tired.
- If we can't outrun it, maybe we can trap it.
But we'll need some bait.
What would a moon jellyfish like to eat?
Cheese.
- Hmm?
- Freeze, moon jelly.
- Prepare to be caught.
Huh?
- We're losing the light.
The moon jelly's going to disappear.
- Losing the light, you say? - Huh?
Maybe you could use a little moonlight.
Meep, meep, meep.
- Look, it's working!
- We need more moonlight!
- Huh?
- Ahh!
Gah! - Hyah!
- We caught him.
We did it, Kevin.
We did it.
Whoa!
- Sorry, SpongeBob.
But there's no we about it.
I'm the sole catcher of the moon jellyfish.
Wha? Wait a minute.
Where are we going? Where are you taking me?
Ooh.
- Wow.
- Where's the moon jelly going?
- Home, Patrick.
Home.
Until it comes back in 25 years, that is.
- I hate jellyfishing.
OK, Sandy, your surprise is just a few more steps away.
- Gosh, fellas, I can't wait to—
Surprise!
- The Museum of Bikini Bottom History!
How'd y'all know to take me here?
- You gave us these invitations.
- Bleh-ehh.
- And boy am I glad I did.
I'm just itching to learn all about the rich history
of Bikini Bottom.
And I will be taking notes.
My research is going to be featured
in a scientific journal, "The Naval Gazette."
- I love gazing at my navel.
Hi.
Well, what are we waiting for?
- Tickets, please.
- Here you go.
Let's see here.
One, two— gee, I lost my place.
- Look, the first artifact.
Bikini Bottom's oldest security guard.
- They should dust these old robots.
- Hey, can't you read?
It says no touching.
Sorry.
- All right, youngsters.
In you go.
Now, don't cause any trouble,
or you'll have to answer to me.
Hello?
- Welcome to the ancient past before Bikini
Bottom was Bikini Bottom.
They say the exhibits here date back
at least one gazillion years.
- Uh, you sure about that math?
- Uh, they do math good.
Look here, fellas.
Millions of years ago, this here land
was called Bikini Top.
The elevation was lowered due to natural erosion.
That's not how it happened.
- Don't worry, Sandy.
We'll tell you the true story.
- Yeah. It goes like this.
A gazillion years ago, Bikini Top
was hit by a humongous anchor.
- The anchor flattened the hill to the bottom
of the ocean, which is why it's called Bikini Bottom.
- And then the anchor was so heavy
that a bunch of buildings got popped up out of the ground.
- Ah! - Ooh!
- Bikini Bottom.
- You mean to tell me the very anchor
we're standing inside now is the one
that created Bikini Bottom?
Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh.
- Yup.
I see.
Looks like this floor covers Bikini
Bottom's old pioneer days.
- Wow.
A genuine antique rock.
The pioneers used to ride these babies for miles.
- I want to try.
Giddyup.
Whoa.
Hey, calm down.
- I gotcha.
- Whoo-hoo! Yippee-yo-ki-yay.
- Hey, no trick ropin'.
Darn hooligans.
Oh!
- Heh-heh-heh. Sorry, sir.
- Look, Sandy, in the old days, the pioneers
used to milk dairy urchins on their homesteads.
It was a simple, honest life without an ounce of greed.
- Another full pail, Bessie.
I reckon I can barter for quite a bit with this.
Ah!
Maybe for some thicker gloves.
- But the pioneers have to watch out
for those dirty, stinky outlaws.
Oh, no.
It's the Grungy Gang.
Oh, I knew something smelled fishy.
We're here to take that valuable little urchin
off your hands.
Er, claws.
- Not so fast, you filthy felons.
- Fortunately, Sheriff Pants and Deputy Star brought
law and order to the land.
We're here to clean up your act.
- Get 'em, boys.
- Huh?
- Aw, bubbles.
- And with law came commerce.
- Thus Bikini Bottom's first restaurant was opened.
The Krusty Kreamery.
- Care for some souvenir milk?
- I'm not thirsty.
Thanks. - Suit yourself.
Ahh.
- I reckon we've stepped into Bikini Bottom's
Industrial Revolution era.
Wow.
A Model C Boat?
Says here— ahh!
- Don't read that, Sandy.
We'll tell you the real story.
SpongeBob, what's the story?
- Well, Bikini Bottom's own titan of industry, Mr. Puff,
ran the first successful boat assembly line.
It was important for every worker to perform
as efficiently as possible.
- Speed up line number five.
Speeding up line number five.
- Huh?
- Eh, eh... ahh!
- Sometimes they'd get a little too caught up
in their work.
Watch this.
- Whee!
Whoa.
- Oof! - Ohh!
But being a shrewd industrialist,
Mr. Puff also owned the hospital next door.
- Beep, beep.
- Now hold it just a darn minute.
- Ain't no way these screwball stories are true.
Let me read that plaque.
"Titan of industry."
"Assembly line."
"Injuries."
"Hospital next door."
"Beep beep"?
Well, twist my tail.
Y'all were right.
- Told ya.
Beep beep.
- I knew Bikini Bottom's history would be colorful,
but I'm starting to have more questions than answers.
- Maybe this question mark on the top floor
is where you get your questions answered.
- You forgot to push these.
- Psychedelic Sea era.
Deep Disco era.
New Wave Nitwits era.
Nautical Nonsense era.
- This sure is a weird museum.
- Huh.
I guess this is the ghost exhibit.
- I think it's under construction, Patrick.
- Oh.
I can't wait till they put the ghosts in.
Wait a second.
Is this a denture applicator?
Orthopedic jet boots.
The atomic adult diaper ray.
Whoa!
We're adults.
- What in tarnation?
This ain't no regular future, fellas.
This is a future ruled by Old Man Walker!
- That's right, you hooligans.
I said no touching!
Sorry.
- You three have seen too much, and now I'm going to get ya.
Stay right there.
- Run!
- Please, Old Man Walker.
We won't tell nobody about the future.
- Hey, everybody, we've seen the future,
but it's a secret.
Shh.
- Uh-oh.
- Old Man Walker will rule you all.
- Well, there goes Bikini Bottom's
entire past and future.
- So, Sandy, what'd you think?
- I'm still skeptical.
Bikini Bottom's past was a bit too nuts
for this old squirrel.
- But hey, at least Bikini Bottom is normal now.
- Yep, totally normal.