Episode | Pineapple Invasion
Typed By: Amphitrite
Plankton: (emerges from the roof with a waggon, with a rag covering something in it) I'm ready! I'm ready! Ready to steal the Krabby Patty secret formula! Prepare to initiate plan number... hmm... number... What's the number? Oh well, who cares?
Karen: Good question.
Plankton: Say what?
Karen: I said "Good luck". (pushes the waggon down the slope)
Plankton: That formula will be mine! (the waggon rolls through the Krusty Krab doors and past the customers up to the cash register boat) Out of my way, pinheads! Move it, move it, move it! (rings the bells) Hey there, schnozzola! I'm about to show you the advantage of not having a nose. Say hello to... r...
Mr. Krabs: (rounds up Plankton with SpongeBob's arm) Here's another routine: you're the meat in me knuckle sandwich!
Plankton: I'm not hungry!
Mr. Krabs: (smashes Plankton between his fists. Plankton sticks to his left fist) Eww. (throws one of Plankton's antennae on the floor) SpongeBob!
SpongeBob: (hops in on his leg) Yes, sir. I see the problem.
SpongeBob: But Mr. Krabs, how do you know it will be safe from Plankton at my house?
Mr. Krabs: Pshaw! He'll think it's still here! His tiny braÄąn is incapable of the kind of abstract thinking that is required for reflection. Or thoughtful reasoning and deduction. He cannot ruminate (pan down to the antenna Plankton lost earlier, catching a signal of what Krabs is saying and Plankton is listening from a distance) He cannot define the hypothesis. He's a tÄąred clown. He'll never know it's in your house.
Plankton: (smiling evilly) Oh, you're right, Professor Krabface. I'm much too simple-minded to look there. (laughs)
(at nighttime, SpongeBob walks out of the Krusty Krab with the formula)
Plankton: Hey, there. (SpongeBob panickedly hides the formula in one of his holes) Pleasant night, eh SpongeBob?
SpongeBob: Oh, uh... yes. It's a very nighty-night for a walkie!
Plankton: Ain't that the truth? Hey, nothing gets past you. One could say you have the formula for honesty.
SpongeBob: Uh, yeah. One could say that I guess. Uh, anyway, I gotta go wash my formula--HAIR! Hair! I gotta go wash my hair!
SpongeBob: (laughing nervously) Okay, bye! (walks home)
Narrator: The next morning...
SpongeBob: Now remember, Gary. I'm entrusting you.
Gary: Meow.
SpongeBob: Stay shxrp, Gary. Don't let anyone inside.
Gary: Meow.
SpongeBob: Bye, Gary! (Plankton watches as SpongeBob leaves. Laughs)
Gary: (hears a knĎck at the door) Meow. (opens the door) Meow, meow! (slams the door)
Plankton: (gets mad and throws box on the ground, which explode. Stunned) Note to self: nitroglycerin is not a substitute for vanilla extract. (collapses)
(goes back into the kitchen. Plankton opens the fridge, jumps on the stove, and knocks the fridge over. He then knocks the stove over and climbs through the ducts) Nope, nope, nope. (he climbs in the cupboards, and rummages through it. Gary wakes up from his nap and goes downstairs to see where the noise is coming from. Plankton sneaks past Gary and goes upstairs to search in SpongeBob's room. Gary sees him and gets an idea)
Plankton: (walks out of SpongeBob's room and slips on Gary's slime, bounces off a mattress and flies into the ceiling fan, which spins him around and flings him in a basketball net, through a pipe, and onto a record player. The record player spins Plankton and he gets caught under. He falls off and into a puddle of glue. A bowling ball rolls on top of him, squishing and sticking him to it. The bowling ball rolls into a bunch of flower pots like bowling pins. A robotic vacuum cleaner sucks up the mess, including Plankton, who pops out of the dust bin) Alright, snail. Let's go!
(Gary beats up Plankton with his eyestalks. After he recovers, he notices the opening of Gary's shell) Of course! What a føøls I've been! (climbs inside) SpongeBob's hidden the secret formula inside Gary's shell!
(one of Gary's eyes starts following him. Plankton starts running away as it chases him throughout all sorts of surreal dimensions in Gary's shell)
SpongeBob: (returns home) Gary, I'm home! (gasps as soon as he sees the inside of his house is demolished) What happened here?! (gasps) My first Krabby Patty! I had it bronzed! Aw, and I was gonna give that to my grandchildren. (gasps again) My Mermaid Man collectible pants! I could've worn them a thousand more times. (gasps a third time) My glass of water! (teary-eyed) I was gonna drÄąnk that. (walks up to his TV set. The Krabby Patty formula is on top of it) Oh, the Krabby Patty formula! Whew! It's safe and right where I left it. (spots Gary with his eye in his shell) Gary, did you do this? (Gary growls) What's the matter, Gary? Something wrong with your shell?
Gary: Meow, meow!
SpongeBob: Something's not right, Gary.
Plankton: (stops running and reaches a ÄeaÄ end) Ha! I lost him! Now I'M lost. (Gary's shell abruptly tilts, causing him to fall deeper into the shell's center) Ow... my head... oh, I must be in the centre of the shell. (sees a piece of paper sticking out of the snail slime) What's that? (takes the paper out of the slime and opens it) This is it! Just like I thought! It was hidden here all the time! The secret Krabby Patty formula! It's beautiful! (a light shines on Plankton) The heavenly light! I always knew I'd see it once I've gotten the formula!
(cut to the vet, where it's revealed that Gary's shell is opened up with Plankton inside holding a grocery list, looking dizzy and hallucinating)
Doctor: Well, that's odd. Who's that?
SpongeBob: Hey, it's Plankton.
Doctor: What's he got there?
SpongeBob: Looks like one of my old grocery lists.
Doctor: I don't know how he got in there, but the gasses inside this shell are making the little guy hallucinate. He would've smelled the gasses if he had a nose like most good-hearted people. (takes a deep whiff)
Plankton: (laughs crazy)