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I knew it!

The formula!

I knew I left my keys in here.

Oh, silly me.

Come here, you!

Huh.

No keys.

That’s weird.

Where could they be?

Yes!

No.

Ooh!

Ow!

Keys, where are you?

Come on, show me keys!

Gotcha!

Ha-ha!

No.

No!

Ow.

They were in my pocket the whole time!

It’s SpongeBob who’s the problem.

I get it.

Meanwhile, at the palace of King Poseidon…

…ruler of the Seven Seas.

Chancellor!

Chancellor!

Chancellor!

Yo.

What’s up, sire?

You sent for me?

Chancellor, look.

Look at me!

3,000 years old and check out my skin.

It’s like a baby’s butt.

Ageless, sire.

Looking fresh.

Ha!

I owe it to my subjects to look fabulous, don’t you think?

There are other obligations, sire.

Like ruling and stuff.

Let’s see…

I need your signature on these taxes, decrees, this here declaration of war and my paycheck.

Is that right?

Yeah.

Very good.

Oh, Chancellor, when will you learn to focus on what really matters?

A monarch’s regime is only as powerful as his skin care regime.

Word.

Mm-hm.

You know, some say I have a face like a Greek god.

Well, you are a Greek god, so…

Whoa!

Wait, is…

Is that a wrinkle?

Where?

It is!

It’s a wrinkle!

I look like an old avocado that’s been left and forgotten in the fridge!

Here it comes.

I’m ugly!

Oh, now, where is it?

The crawly thing with the round shell and the eyes.

Where is it?

Here you go, sire.

Your Royal Snail.

Oh!

Oh, oh, thank you.

This mollusk has the rejuvenating power of a thousand facials.

What?

Is it empty?

Take it away!

Bring me another sea snail at once!

Uh-oh.

Chancellor!

Okay, uh…

Full disclosure, man, uh…

We’re out of snails.

What?

In fact, the entire snail population has been, uh…

What’s the word?

Oh, yeah… depleted.

You’re telling me there are…

no more snails?

There are no more snails.

And you’re confident of that?

Relatively confident.

Oh, Chancellor, for the love of Hermes, my kingdom for a snail!

No, no, no.

I’m being hasty.

Half my kingdom for a snail!

No, no, no, a boon.

Yes.

I’ll grant a boon to whomever shall bring me a snail.

Gotcha.

I’ll draw up the decree, sire.

A Royal Decree from King Poseidon?

“To all citizens of the sea, the King requires a snail at once…

blah blah blah

skin care blah blah.

Wait a minute.

A snail?

No, it’s too perfect.

Get rid of Gary, get rid of SpongeBob.

Oh, yeah.

Gary, I’m home!

Gare-Bear?

Hey, where are you, buddy?

Gary?

Gary?

You must be in the.

No.

Gary?

Gary?

Gary?

Gary?

Gary, Gary, Gary!

Gary!

Gary!

Where’s Gary?

Gary!

Gary, where are you?

Oh, Gary.

I loved you since the first day we met.

Hello, little snail.

What’s your name?

“Gary”, huh?

Well, hi, Gary.

Gary, do you want to be friends?

Me, too.

SpongeBob!

SpongeBob!

Hey, SpongeBob!

I found this flyer.

Gary’s missing!

I know, Patrick.

SpongeBob?

Oh, Patrick, if something were to happen to Gary, I, well…

I don’t know what I’d do.

I’m sorry, buddy.

Hey!

Maybe he left a clue.

Oh!

Look!

A clue!

Gary’s been snailnapped!

And taken to The Lost City of Atlantic City!

Oh, really?

That’s awesome!

Now we know where he is.

Mm.

Not really that awesome, Patrick.

Listen to this.

“Made famous by the glitzy palace Poseidon calls home.

The Lost City of Atlantic City is a scary, vice-ridden cesspool of moral depravity.

Wow.

All that, and it’s lost, too?

“King Poseidon has proven himself a whimsical tyrant, known for executing his subjects by beheading them in a flamboyant floor show extravaganza.

Our advice for those travelling here is……don’t.

This King Poseidon sounds like a tough customer.

Oh, yeah.

Tough.

Aw, so what?

This is about friends.

And friends don’t let friends become somebody else’s face cream!

Not what friends do.

So what if it’s dangerous and scary?

So what!

What is stopping me right now from going there, rescuing Gary and standing up to this King Poseidon, huh?

I don’t know!

Well, I do!

What is it?

I……don’t have the courage.

Oh, Gary.

Tartar sauce!

What’s the next best thing to courage?

Resolve?

No.

Fortitude?

Nah.

Commitment?

Nope.

Wherewithal?

Bravery?

Mm-mm.

No.

Valor.

Grit?

What?

No.

Heroism?

Gallantry?

Uh-uh.

Nah.

Moxie.

A buddy!

A wingman!

A wingman?

A friend.

Really, Patrick?

You’d go with me?

Yeah… right behind you!

Do I smell a road trip?

That could be my breath.

Okey-dokey.

Now, let’s drill down on a plan.

Pat, you’re in charge of transpo.

Just remember, I don’t drive and you don’t have a car.

Oh…

Beep, beep!

Hey, boys!

Don’t know if you have any use for this old thing, if you’re going on any trips or journeys or quests or rescue missions.

But if you are, Otto is your ticket.

Otto!

Just tell ol’ Otto where you want to go and it will take you there!

All aboard.

You’re fired.

Cool!

A self-driving boat.

Thanks, Plankton.

You’re the best!

I know, I know.

Bye-bye.

Otto.

Find, Gary.

You got it.

No, Patrick.

You got to be more specific.

Otto, find Gary the snail.

Recalculating.

Ugh.

Here, let me try.

Take them to The Lost City of Atlantic City and don’t ever come back!

Never hurts to employ a little hyperbole.

It is my pleasure to serve you.

Bon voyage, boys.

I’m ready.

I’m ready.

They’re dead.

This is gonna be like one of those buddy movies.

We’re the buddies!

Not sure that really applies, Patrick, but.

Why not?

We’re two dudes setting out with a common goal.

We’ll argue about something dumb, fight and break up…

Only to come back together when we realize neither could do it without the other.

It’s simple yet magical.

Yeah.

It feels more to me like the journey of a singular hero, who against all odds, triumphs over adversity.

I say buddy movie and you say, oh, whatever that dumb thing was you just said.

Oh, really?

Dumb thing?

I’m dumb?

Oh, I love your sense of irony, Patrick.

Thank you.

I love my sense of ironing, too.

Maybe if your head wasn’t packed full of sand, you could have ironing!

Well, better a head full of sand than a head full of rocks, like yours!

Ah!

That’s it!

Stop the car!

Yeah, stop the car, Otto!

Sorry, Patrick.

Really.

I shouldn’t have said you have rocks in your head.

I shouldn’t have said your brain was made of sand.

That was mean and dumb.

Okay.

Let’s just forget it, huh?

Never happened!

Uh-huh.

OTTO: Hop on in, guys.

♪ On the road again ♪

Come on, guys.

Ha, ha, ha!

Nope.

♪ The life I love is making Music with my friends ♪

♪ And I can’t wait to get On the road again ♪

Krabby!

One at a time, people.

One at a time.

Squidward, why ain’t I seeing Krabby Patties

rolling out the service window?

Where’s SpongeBob?

How should I know?

And, frankly, you won’t find me complaining.

Heh-heh!

SpongeBob!

What’s with yer lollygaggin’ boy?

SpongeBob?

SpongeBob?

SpongeBob?

Get out here this instant!

That’s a direct order!

I don’t get it.

He has never missed a workday.

Krabby Patty!

Krabby Patty!

Hey!

Where are my Krabby Patties?

How should I know?

It’s coming, sir, it’s coming!

Squidward, get in that kitchen and whip up some Krabby Patties.