- Are you ready, kids?
Aye, aye, Captain!
- I can't hear you.
Aye, aye, Captain!
SpongeBob SquarePants!
- Ready?
SpongeBob SquarePants!
- SpongeBob
SquarePants!
Oh, boy, breakfast.
Hey! Bad breakfast!
You go in my tummy!
- Wow.
You're the first food to ever escape.
I salute you, sir.
- Oh, it's an envelope!
Not my favorite flavor, but whatever.
- Oh!
It's an opening envelope, not an eating envelope.
These things should come with instructions!
Maybe SpongeBob can help.
He's good at stuff and things.
SpongeBob!
Can you open this breakfast envelope for me?
- You got a breakfast envelope too?
How mysterious.
Let's open them together!
- This letter's just "snot" gonna open!
Maybe it just needs a little extra elbow grease.
- See?
What'd I tell—agh!
My old Kamp Koral neckerchief?
Neat.
- My old Kamp Koral underwear!
I haven't worn these in years.
- Say, you think anyone else got sent
fun Kamp Koral memories?
Let's ask our old bunkmate, Sandy.
I think these memories
are cutting off the circulation to my brain.
- Envelope? Oh, yeah, I got one of those.
Opened it up and got hit right in the kisser by my old braces!
- Cool, everyone got a prize.
OK, mystery solved. Goodbye.
- Wait! Didn't you read
the letter in the envelope?
The letter?
- "Do you miss the carefree days of your youth?
"Well, pine away no more, because you're invited
"to a killer reunion at Kamp Koral.
"Come relive your childhood and party down.
You'll just die from all the fun."
Signed "X."
Do you know what this means? - Yep.
"This" refers to a specific person or object.
- Uh, yeah, that is right, but it also means,
we're going back to Kamp Koral!
- Yee-haw! High five!
- High five!
- Get swole!
Huh?
- Oh.
Aah!
- Meep?
- Moop?
Mop.
Huh?
I ain't going to some dumb reunion at me old summer camp.
I barely shut that place down in time
to avoid all those health code violations!
Huh?
I'd know this nickel anywhere.
"P.S. Look familiar?
Come and get the rest if you dare."
Sweet Neptune!
A map to me lost camp nickels!
The ones I hid so well, even I forgot where I hid 'em.
Me and me money.
Now, that's a reunion worth attending!
- Oh, boy, I can't wait to go back to Kamp Koral!
- Yeah, but how are we gonna get there?
My unicycle's in the shop.
- Well— - I know!
We could prance!
- Oh, boy! I haven't pranced in ages!
- Just get on the bus.
- Oh, yeah, the bus.
- Yeah, I do suppose that makes sense.
Wait for me, dudes!
- And that's why Barnacle Boy, with both hands...
- Moop moop moop.
laughter]
- What are you looking at, boy-o?
- You haven't changed a bit since camp, Mr. Krabs.
Greetings, fellow campers!
I'd like to personally thank
whoever invited us to the big reunion!
So who was it?
Not me.
- Oh, well. We're sure to know
when we get there.
Next stop, Kamp Money!
- Eugene!
- I mean, Kamp Koral.
- Yeah! Whoo!
- Ah, good old Kamp Koral.
It seems different somehow.
- Looks like they changed the name to Ka-Ka.
- Well, I must say, the place has really gone to pot.
- Well, I think someone is pulling a fast one
with this reunion.
- Don't listen to her, little nickel.
We'll find your friends soon.
- This place is, like, way smaller than I remember.
- It's not smaller.
You're just bigger.
But it is a lot crummier.
Agh!
- All right, I think this joke has gone far enough.
Everyone, back on the bus.
We are not staying here.
Not to worry. I'll get the tools,
and we'll put the wheels back on.
Maybe we could just—
- Well, looks like we're walking back across the bridge.
- Oh, no!
We'll have to use the old tunnel.
That's OK. To the hot air balloon field!
- We're trapped!
- Every way to get is gone!
- Maybe for the likes of you rabble.
Regigilled, commence Operation Wealth Extraction.
- What in tarnation?
- What is that? - Whoa! What is it?
- Whoa! - Huh?
Wait! - Wait, wait, wait.
- Hurry, Regigilled.
Look what you've done
to my third-favorite helicopter!
I am offended! Hmph!
- Hey, at least no one got hurt, right?
- Finally alone.
Now to find me booty!
Let's see, 100 paces south.
OK! 1, 2, 3—
Hey, out of my way, cabin!
Stupid cabin!
4, 5...
- What should we do now, Mr. Krabs?
- Has anyone seen Eugene?
- I think I saw him walk off with something under his arm.
- If my dad had a newspaper under his arm when he left,
we won't see him for a couple of hours.
- 98, 99, 100!
Ooh! X marks the spot!
Found it!
Ooh, now to get what's coming to me!
Huh?
- Hey, that sounds like Mr. Krabs...
having a blast!
Good ol' Camp Master Krabs.
He knows how to have fun.
Whoo-hoo!
- What's that?
- Maybe it's another bus to take us home.
Nurse Helga!
- It is me!
I am here for the reunion!
- What'd I miss?
- Ooh! And it looks like
I got here just in time!
- Come back, bubby with the boo-boo!
- Looks like Kamp Koral is reopen for business!
Yay! Yay, yay!
- Well, gang, if we're gonna be stuck here,
we might as well enjoy being back in camp!
- We're gonna die out here.
- I don't know what's happening.
- Is this really our old cabin?
Regigilled, door!
- As you wish.
- Oh, heavens!
Disgusting!
Outrageous!
Our beautiful cabin's gone from chateau to shanty!
Eww.
- Oh, my. - Oh.
Regigilled!
- As you wish.
Huh?
- It's a bit lumpier than I remember.
- Huh?
This place is haunted!
Oh. Regigilled!
- As you wish.
- Will there be anything else?
- As you wish.
- Thanks for removing that helicopter thingy.
But now my stomach is empty again!
Food!
- Ugh. Imbeciles.
Ay, this cabin was spotless when I left.
My scalpels!
My clamps!
My slashing tools!
All gone!
Huh?
Who's there?
Does someone have a boo-boo?
Do you need Nurse Helga to put you back together?
Ha!
Phew!
- Will you please keep it down!
- Shh!
That was obviously a werewolf!
- But it's daytime, and there's no moon!
- Then it must be some sort of marauding camp creeper.
- We have bigger problems.
It appears there's no mechanism for zipping.
- Then let's improvise.
- Uh-oh.
Ow.
My posterior has suffered a double cranial concussion.
- It's not looking so good.
- Oh, no. His butt is wiped out!
- Thank you, Kevin,
but I'm sure my butt doesn't look that bad.
- Hey, where's Kevin?
Kevin, quit goofing around.
I've got a feeling
there's something supernatural going on around here.
- I've got a feeling too...
in my glutes.
- Food. Snacks.
Food. Snacks.
Oof!
The Krusty Kanteen!
Agh!
Let no man say I didn't try.
Huh?
Is someone blorping at me?
- Just one more drum of expired chum left to illegally dump!
- I don't know why you insisted on coming
all the way out here just to dump some chum.
- Because not even an idiot would come
all the way out here.
- Hi, Mr. Plankton. - Huh?
Oh, it's you.
What are you doing here?
- We're here for the party.
Didn't you get an invite to the Kamp Koral reunion?
- Reunion?
Why would I go to a dumb daycare reunion?
- 'Cause we're getting hungry,
and you were the cook here once.
So why don't you get cooking, cook?
- Cook?
I'll cook your face!
- Easy, Tiger.
Let's play along so they don't report us.
- Eh, fine.
Come and get it!
You lousy punks.
- You're not really gonna feed them this putrid chum, are you?
- Sure! Polluting campers is more
environmentally conscious than polluting the lake.
Right, noodle brain?
- Mmm, brain noodles.
- Suddenly, I'm not hungry.
- Blegh! Me neither.
Hey, does anybody want to play some volleyball?
- Does a one-legged duck swim in circles?
- Hey, wait for me!
- Meep. - Meep.
- Ugh. Yuck!
I've been sullied!
I need a shower.
- Wait!
Don't shower!
Have you never seen a horror movie?
The Creeper will get you!
I'm alone.
That's against the horror movie rules too!
Meep, meep, meep!
- Meep, meep, meep!
Meep!
- Hm? Ooh, that's good.
I can never get back there.
Harvey, is that you?
SpongeBob?
So clean—
so terrifyingly clean.
So clean.
- While we're stuck at this dirty camp,
who's gonna be the volleyball champ?
- Get ready!
I call this serve the...
"Hey, Mister, can we get our ball back, please?"
- Owie, wowie!
That's gotta stingy!
Hit 'em back. Whack attack.
Let's go, Dinghies!
- I got it!
Ah!
Oh, a wise guy, eh?
Ah!
- What you laughing at?
- I'm just laughing because the woods are laughing.
- Hey, where's Mo?
- Obviously, incinerated by me.
- I think you mean "intimidated."
- Yeah...
- Whatever.
We're still gonna destroy you, dude.
Hey, Tall Tail, you're subbed in!
- Come on, Tall Tail, pull up your socks!
Smash that ball, win it all!
Let's go Jocks!
- I call this serve Deep Impact.
- Huh?
Barely hit me.
- I'll get it. - I'll come with you.
- Mr. Krabs, the Yacht Cabin, Kevin,
Nurse Helga, the Anchovies, Bubble Bass,
and now the jocks have all mysteriously disappeared.
- Oh, they're probably just somewhere having fun!
- Somewhere in their graves!
- I'm sure there's a perfectly good,
highly reasonable, scientifically-proven
explanation for their disappearances.
And besides, not all the jocks are gone.
Tall Tail is still—
jumping flapjacks!
He's gone!
- The Kamp Creeper strikes again.
- This reunion's not so fun.
The cheerleaders always the next one!
Give me a C-R-Y!
- Look, all I'm saying is there are rules to surviving horror.
Like, don't go off alone,
don't say "I'll be right back,"
and no canoodling.
- And don't be ridiculous.
You're all acting like a bunch of babies.
I'm not afraid of any creature or axe murderer or whatever.
If anything scary came at me,
I'd hit him like this, and I'd hit him like that!
- Bleh!
Very funny, Karen.
Very funny.
Come on, Chuckles.
Let's blow this weenie roast and "canoodle."
- I wouldn't do that if I were you.
- You wouldn't do anything I would do, weirdo.
- Mmm, s'mores.
- You know that's a pinecone, right?
- S'more pinecone for me!
Mmm, spicy little devil.
- Ugh.
Maybe we should tell stories to keep our minds off
the terrifying horror that lurks in the dark.
- Ooh, I'll start.
It was a night just like tonight
in an old abandoned camp just like this one.
But there was something out there,
something spooky that prowled in the woods.
- Seriously? A scary camping story?
- It's the only story I can remember right now.
- Ooh, tell the part with all the bloody axe-murdering!
No!
- All right, that's it!
No more campfire.
We're all gonna stay together
in the old Dinghy Cabin until morning.
- Good idea.
I'll go get Plankton and Karen.
I'll be right back.
- She's dead.
- Aww, our old cabin.
It's a fixer-upper.
- More like a tearer-downer.
- I call top bunk!
- SpongeBob, I think there's someone
sleeping in this bunk bed.
Wah!
Can I faint now?
- Be my guest.
- Uh, what do I do with this?
- Whoo! Yes!
I made it to first base!
Huh?
- Oh, there you are.
Hello.
What is wrong with you?
I almost had a heart attack!
What's with the mask?
- Oh, don't be so dramatic.
I just found some of my old hockey equipment in the woods.
It's still got my name on it.
Good times.
Plankton? Karen?
Come on, I know you're just trying to scare me.
Holy Zamboni!
- All right, so where was I?
Oh, yeah, I remember now!
There was something spooky out there,
prowling around in the woods,
and it made a terrifying shriek!
- Ugh. I'm tired of being scared!
- Me too. Me too.
- Uh, I'm not tired of being scared yet.
- Come on, fellers, it's time we fought back!
The C-C-C-Creeper!
- Hyah!
Squidward?
- Ow!
Patrick!
- At least Squidward's safe.
- Oww.
You guys?
What are you idiots doing here?
- We're here for the Kamp Koral reunion.
Aren't you? - Reunion?
No, I've been here for a week,
ever since I was banned
from playing clarinet in Bikini Bottom!
- The city has been rather peaceful lately.
- Didn't you notice that I haven't been at work
for a whole week?
- I assumed you were just on a bathroom break.
- You must have gotten an invite.
- Hold on.
I believe this is yours.
- Hmph.
This letter is for Old Man Walker!
He never even went to this camp!
You idiots ruined my perfect getaway!
Now I have to get away again— all over again!
Typical.
- No, wait!
Don't go out alone!
Squidward!
It's too late.
He's vanished.
- Everybody's vanished.
- Everybody?
Ah! SpongeBob!
Help, I'm vanishing!
- Come on, Patrick, materialize!
Are you OK, buddy?
- I don't know.
I'm still processing.
- Squidward was taken because he ignored the rules of horror.
- You mean, don't wear white after Labor Day?
- Ugh!
I repeat, don't go off alone,
don't say "I'll be right back,"
and absolutely no canoodling!
Watch, I'll prove it.
Oh, my pumpkin.
My little lump of sugar.
Sweet honey pie.
- Did he say "honey pie"?
I'm hungry.
Aah!
Ohh.
- And that's why you don't canoodle.
- Stand back, y'all.
Hiyaa!
Whoever it is, they're probably still close.
Let's get 'em!
Oh, there must be somewhere I can play
without any annoying interruptions.
Huh?
You imbeciles better not be following me!
Those morons got me all jumpy.
Huh?
I hate to admit it, but that's pretty cute.
Ow! I take it back!
Bad bunnies!
Huh?
All right, who is it now?
I have a clarinet, and I'm not afraid to use it!
Guess I blew them away.
- Squidward?
Harvey?
- Mrs. Puff?
Mo?
- Lady Upturn?
Daddy?
- I'm hollering!
I'm yelling!
- Do you hear that?
Clarinet music. It must be Squidward!
Aw, it's just a snail.
- Yeah, I thought it sounded too good.
- I'll keep this safe until we can
give it back to Squidward.
- Yeah...
I doubt he'll want it back now.
I'm beat.
I think we should call off the search until morning.
Guys! Guys!
It got me!
Ow! Ugh!
Aah! Help!
Aah!
- Whoa! - She's gone!
- The Creeper's got her!
- Aah! Aah!
- Now it's got Patrick!
- It's coming from back there!
The old Trawler cabin!
- Patrick?
- What is up?
- Was that you yelling?
- Yelling?
Oh, yeah, yeah.
Uh, I wanted to warn you about, um...
- This spiderweb?
- Uh... yeah!
- Aw, thanks, buddy.
- On the count of three, boys—
one, two, three.
Of all the screamers
back in the day, you guys were the best!
- Huh?
Big and Lil Roxie?
Or is it Little and Big Roxie?
- Y'all switched places?
- It happens every three moon cycles.
- Turnabout is fair play.
- Good evening, everyone.
Welcome to my parlor.
Snip, snip, snip.
- Howdy, Preda Tory!
- Kidferatu, all grown up!
Good to see you're still dead and well.
- He's a count now. Huh?
- It's great to see you guys again!
- Jimmy Blobfish?
Hey, you look—
- Yeah, I know, I know.
I lost my looks.
I was much cuter when I was young.
- It's the delicious insides that count.
Yeah, but his outside isn't so bad either!
He still tastes like maple syrup.
- Uh! I almost forgot!
We're all in danger!
There's a creeper in camp.
- A creeper?
- Sounds like our kind of people.
- Y'all don't understand.
He's been snatching up everyone who's here for the reunion.
- This Creeper sounds fascinating.
- What do we gotta do to get snatched?
- Well, Harvey said you have to break
one of the rules of horror.
- That's easy.
We know 'em all.
- What are you doing?
- We'll be right back!
- Huh? Hm?
They're gone!
- Hmm.
I got it!
I know who the Creeper is!
Think about it.
Who used to prank us all the time?
Hmm.
- Our old hill folk friends, Narlene and Nobby!
Ohh.
- So I say it's time for us to prank them back.
- Narlene's cabin looks abandoned.
- That's how it always looks!
It's shack chic.
They're in there. I can feel it in my tail.
- I can taste it in your tail.
- You got your pie?
- It's here, in my pie hole.
- When Patrick wakes them up with the clarinet,
let 'em have it.
Why didn't that work?
Dummies?
Uh... whoa!
- More decoys?
- Patrick, help us!
- I got it!
- Patrick?
Nobby, cut 'em down.
Hoo-wee!
If'n it ain't the old ding-dong Dinghies.
What y'all doing in our domicile?
- Like you don't know!
You've been pranking us all night!
- Huh! 'Fraid not.
We've been busy trying to catch a critter
that's been trespassing on our property!
That's why we rigged the booby trap.
- Alas, the only boobies we caught t'were you.
- I bet it was the Creeper.
He invited us to a camp reunion only to snatch everybody away.
- How would you all like to team up with us
and put a stop to this varmint?
- Does the Tin Man have a sheet metal behind?
Time we armed up!
- Ha ha!
- Hmm.
- Patrick, don't eat your weapon!
- Whoo-hoo!
Let's catch us a creeper!
- What is that sound?
Don't worry, guys.
I'll protect you with my sandwich.
Ah! Oh, no, my sandwich!
Oh, thanks.
Uh-oh.
Whoa!
- Oh, no!
That's Patrick!
He's been snatched!
- Whatever's out there is gonna get us!
That leaves us only one option—
- Run!
- Huh?
No! I was gonna say "fight back!"
Huh?
Sugar Squeezin'.
Huh? Huh?
For courage!
Need more courage!
That Creeper will never catch me
in my underground tree stump system.
Aw, I'm caught!
- Stand back!
I got an electro-hammer, and I'm not afraid to use it!
My hammer's gone haywire!
Time for plan B.
So long, Creeper!
Whoa!
Now I know what a balloon feels like.
The Clampitheater?
Is that where you've been hiding all the bodies?
Why are you doing this?
- Because...
this is fun!
- Elwood?
- Hi, Sandy!
- I always wondered what happened to you.
- It was all those years ago.
I missed the last bus home from Kamp Koral
on the last day of camp.
Yay!
And I've been living here alone ever since.
It's been fun!
Mmm.
Oof!
But I missed all you guys.
Then one day thought, if I throw a reunion,
everyone would come back to Kamp Koral,
and we could play forever!
- Living all by your lonesome didn't help
your social skills none, did it?
- Nope.
And here's all our friends!
- Elwood? You did this?
Waah! - And you can join them!
I have one more guest to fetch!
Phew. There!
All that screaming should keep the Creeper away.
I was wrong.
I need more screaming!
Whoa!
- OK.
I'm sorry I told a story with my back to the dark,
but I never canoodled, whatever that is.
Please don't kill me!
I'm too young to die!
I've got so many more Krabby Patties to make.
Ah!
My friends are all dead!
No, they're not. They're all zombies.
- We're not zombies.
We got bored waiting for you,
so we had a ketchup fight.
And then we got tired
and took a nap.
- Ohh.
That's exactly what I would have done.
- Hey, Elwood!
We're out of ketchup.
- Elwood?
You're the Kamp Creeper?
- I guess so! Yeah!
- All of this is his blundering way
of inviting all of us to a Kamp Koral reunion.
- I have no social skills!
Yeah...
- So, uh, what now?
Ha. So what now?
Heh. So let's party.
Hit it!
- No!
- Yee-hoo!
- Whoo-hoo!
- Great party, lad.
Uh, listen, eh, I was wondering
when you were gonna show me where me lost treasure is.
You know.
- You're looking at it!
I spent it on this party.
Didn't you get the nickel change I sent you?
And besides...
- Don't say it.
- Aren't friends the real treasure?
- No!