SpongeBob SquarePants!
- Ready?
SpongeBob SquarePants!
- SpongeBob
SquarePants!
- Hello. I am Hans.
And welcome to Fishy Fairy Tales.
Now where were we?
Oh, yes. Here.
Mm-hmm.
Und now for a classic fairy tale
called "Snow Yellow und the Seven Jellies."
"Once upon a time, there was a happy little prince,
and his name was Snow Yellow."
- Hi. Whoa!
- Whoopsie-daisy.
Get back in there, you cuckoo.
- "Prince Snow Yellow lived in a castle
with Queen Karen, his evil Step-Motherboard."
- I'm the villain in this story.
Ain't that a hoot?
- Our story begins on a beautiful day
just like any other.
- Good morning, my loyal subjects.
I love you all.
Here are some priceless royal jewels for you...
- And you.
- Huh. - And you and you.
- Mm.
- Ah.
Hellooo, Wishing Well!
- Hellooo, Wishing Well!
- Ready for our morning duet?
- Ahem.
- Ouch.
- Snow Yellow!
No singing until I've had my morning update!
Ah, forget it.
- Oh.
Sorry, Queen Stepmommy.
Where is she getting all of these glass shoes?
- Hey, Prince!
Start scrubbing those royal commodes,
or you don't eat today.
- Yay, toilet duty!
- Say, why do you look so square all of a sudden?
- My big boy edges just grew in.
Thanks for noticing.
- Oh!
- Ugh!
Magic mirror on my wall,
who's the squarest of them all?
- You, my Queen, are square, 'tis true.
But Snow Yellow is the squarest,
uh, boop-boop-bee-doo.
- I knew it!
- No, you didn't.
You didn't know anything until I told—
what?
If I wanna stay the squarest in the land,
I need to de-squarify Prince Snow Yellow.
But how?
Aah!
- Oh. That works for me.
Huntsman?
- Hmm.
- Huntsman?
My Queen doth summon me!
You called for my personage— mwah, mwah—
my most—mwah—perfectly square Royal Highness?
- You are to take the Prince into the forest
and snip off his square corners.
- Aah! But, my Queen,
I could never do something like that.
I'm a truffle hunter, not a sponge slicer.
- Okay then.
I'll cut off your corners!
- Aah! Aah! Aah!
Would you like those sponge corners
thick cut or deli sliced?
- Gooooo!
- Yes, my Queen!
- Even though the task was a pain in the rump,
the Huntsman pursued Snow Yellow...
Moderate thy haste, my Prince.
You're frolicking too fast.
I cannot keep up.
- Uh-oh.
Looks like someone skipped their second breakfast.
Let me look in my satchel here.
- Here we go.
A royal Krabby Patty
on a golden platter.
- And it's all for you.
- You're too kind to mutilate.
I can't do it!
- Oh, uh,
how about with cheese?
- No, no, no, no, no, no, no.
You don't understand.
The Queen wants me to cut off your corners
so she can be the squarest in the land.
- What?
Why?
Where?
When?
La la la la la la la la la la!
Nuh-uhhhh!
- Run, my sweet Prince.
Hide in the woods and never come back!
Leave thy Krabby Patty, though.
Run!
I don't wanna be round.
I want to stay square!
What?
Oh.
Wahhh!
Whoa!
Huh?
Oh, no!
The deep dark woods!
Aw.
They're not that scary as long as you—
Aah!
Yaaah!
My, what a cute little hive.
Maybe I can hive in the hide.
Or hide in the—hive in the—
hide for a while.
Hello?
Is anybody home?
I need some eyes on the inside
to make sure it's safe.
Come on, baby.
Papa needs a new place to live.
Bam!
Wow, it looks like tiny people live here.
It's so cute but such a mess.
Ah.
Mon cherie. Ho-ho-ho.
- Oh, no, you don't.
I'm gonna need these.
Aww, seven little chairs, each with a name.
But this place is a dump.
It's really a shame.
It would make a perfect hideaway.
Say, maybe if I clean it,
they'll let me stay.
Hooray!
Toilet duty!
That's right—warble!
Oh, well.
If it gets tough and your energy is sapped,
sometimes it's best to take a nap.
- "While the Prince took a quick nappy-poo,
"the seven jellies who live
in the hive were happily at work."
Aah!
- Hmm? - Meow.
- Ow! - Eek!
- Meow? - Huh?
Stop working, ya morons.
It's 5:00!
Bingo!
- Woo-hoo! - Hurray!
- Whoo-hoo! - Yahoo!
- Whoo-hoo! - Ho-ho!
- "When the seven jellies got home..."
Aah!
- "They did not expect to find
a snoring monster in their kitchen."
- Attack!
Yeah!
- Whoo!
How do you... Do?
You must be the owners of this lovely little hive.
- That's right. My name is—
- No, don't tell me.
I saw your names on your adorable little chairs.
Let me guess.
You must be Nutty.
- Yee-haw!
You hit the bull's-eye there.
- And you're Krusty!
- Jackpot!
- Op. - Puffy.
- That is correct.
- Dummy.
- Duuuh.
- Gimme that.
Cooty.
- You're darn tootin'!
Aah!
- Meow. - And Gary.
- Meow.
- The question is, who are you?
And what are you doing in our house?
- And you must be
Drippy.
Nice to... Meet ya.
I'm Snow Yellow.
Snow Yellow?
- The Prince?
- Yes, and I'm in a dangerous pickle.
It all started when—
- Pickle?
- It all started when... mirror!
- "While the Prince tells..." - Snip! Snip!
- "His harrowing story to the jellies,
"the Huntsman was feeding lies to the Queen
"about cutting off the Prince's corners.
And she ate it up with great relish."
- Magic mirror on the wall,
now who's the squarest one of—
- Save your breath.
The Prince is still square.
- What?
- The Huntsman is lying,
if you weren't aware.
- Lying?
I have never been so offended in my—
Uh, who are you gonna believe,
me or some loopy looking glass?
- I believe you, of course.
- Phew.
- I believe you're alligator bait.
- Huh? Wah!
No! No!
No! Aah!
- If you want someone cut right,
you have to cut 'em yourself.
The Prince will never recognize me
in this wacky getup.
Oop.
Uh.
I'll dip this ball of poison chum
in a candy coating that no one can resist.
- "So Queen Karen snuck away
to the seven jellies' hive and"--ow!
- I can turn my own pages, thank you.
Ugh!
- Thanks so much for letting me crash here a while.
I'll grill jelly patties for dinner.
Goodbye. See ya tonight.
- Meow. - Uh—
I'll miss you too, Gary.
- Meow-meow.
- Peekaboo!
- Hello, my sickeningly square friend.
May I use your restroom?
- Of course.
I'm sure the jellies wouldn't mind.
- I see you've made a delicious dinner.
Can I interest you in a mouthwatering chum ball
to go with that?
- Whoa. Eee.
Thank you, kind crone.
But I don't like chum.
- But my chum balls are dipped in candy.
Ooh.
Num-num-num-num-num.
Mmm, chummy.
Hey?
- Oh, I guess a little nibble wouldn't hurt.
Hey.
That actually tastes pretty good.
- Now you'll be in a dehydrated sleep forever.
And I'll be the squarest in the land.
Duh, forgot my pickax.
Huh?
An evil witch?
- Duh, wait a minute.
Pricey hairband,
removable snoot,
party hat?
You're not an evil witch.
You're an evil queen!
- Keep quiet, you fool!
- Aah! Get back here!
Duhhhh!
The Queen?
- Snow Yellow is in trouble!
- Meow!
- Whoa, whoa, whoa, aah!
- Whoa!
Snow Yellow?
- The Queen dried him out.
And I think she ate all our jelly patties!
Bad Queen went that-a-way.
- Let's hog-tie that royal pain in the caboose.
Aah!
- Whoa, whoa, whoa.
- I have to get away from those jelly brains.
- See ya in the next fairy tale.
- Yah! Uh!
- Whoa! Whoa, magic mirror on the wall—
- All right.
You're the squarest— jumpin' jellies!
- Huh?
Nyah! Time to hit my escape key.
- Aah! Story time's over.
Why did I put in stairs?
Ugh!
Aah! Aah!
Uh...
- Gotcha. - Uh, no.
I've got you!
Time to mush these jellies into marmalade.
Ah!
Screwdrivers?
Wha—what are you doing?
Not my screws!
- Magic mirror off the wall,
who's the fastest one of all?
Oh, great.
Seven years bad luck.
Ugh.
- Oh!
I was the squarest. I was the squarest.
Oh, what a world.
- Well then. Cannot turn the page now, can you?
"While still under the Queen's sleeping spell,
"the seven jellies placed the Prince in a sponge dish
to keep him from getting moldy."
- Meow!
- I'm ready!
Hooray!
- Snow Yellow?
You're still alive!
- And naked. Eee.
- I sure am.
You little jellies saved my—whoa!
- EH, put these on, boy-o.
- Oh. Thanks, Krusty.
You little jellies saved my sponge.
- You're darn tootin'.
We took that rotten Queen apart—bolt by bolt.
She won't bother you no more.
- In that case,
you can all crash at my hive.
Hooray.
Aww.
- Hooray!
- A-one, two, three, four.
- Whoo!
- Huzzah!
- Yes, indeed.
"And they all lived happily ever"--
ow! My finger!