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Patrick, it’s gone!

Meh.

Was the challenge coin really that useful?

Hello?

Oh!

Stupid prank callers.

Hey, wait a sec.

I gave it to you, remember?

For safe keeping.

No.

Come on, it was last night!

We were at the crappie tables.

Winner!

Place your bets.

Come on, seven!

Come on, seven!

Come on, seven!

You!

You gambled away my challenge coin!

You wrecked our entire mission with one stupid bet!

Well, only after you kept saying…

Let it ride, Patrick!

Let it ride!

Whoo!

But, SpongeBob…

What if you need the challenge coin tomorrow to help you summon your courage?

Tomorrow is for weenies!

Whoo!

Well, it’s tomorrow and guess who’s the weenie.

I… can’t believe you!

You can’t believe me?

Are you serious right now?

Well!

Maybe you can believe this.

I’m out of here!

And don’t come back!

Oh, don’t worry, I won’t!

Good!

Ever!

Fine!

Super!

Hey, losers.

Oh, hey, Sage.

Sage, glad you’re here.

Guess who gambled away my challenge coin.

Guess who blames everyone else for his troubles.

Enough!

Did I mention you are the worst epic heroes for whom I have ever been a spirit guide?

Um, I think we went over that this morning.

I believe we did, yeah.

SpongeBob, the coin was just a symbol.

The courage you seek is inside you, not in the coin.

And it will come to you in your hour of need.

But isn’t this my hour of need?

Oh, no.

It gets way worse.

Bye!

Worse?

Dude said way worse.

[scatting] Prepare the prisoners.

Oh, that couldn’t be for us.

It’s your big moment to fry…

I mean, shine.

It is for us, Patrick!

We’re gonna die!

And that’s how I got SpongeBob out of Bikini Bottom.

Why, that’s monstrous!

Wait, that sounds good.

Oh, brother.

What do you expect?

I’m evil.

Let’s just focus on the plan.

We’re approaching The Lost City of Atlantic City.

Make way there, make way!

Oh!

Eww.

“Sponge and Star Execution Extravaganza”?

No time to lose!

Woop, woop, woop!

Ladies and gentlefish, welcome to the Aqua Room, y’all.

The greatest show underwater.

My groupies and groupers…

We love you, Tiffany!

Yeah holler at your girl!

Are you ready to be entertained?

Hmm?

I can’t hear you.

Are you ready to be entertained?

All right, then, let’s meet the contestants.

In this corner, a sponge and a star……two of the ocean’s most notorious criminals!

And in this corner, representing His Majesty the King, Poseidon’s very own Chancellor!

Now drum roll, maestro.

Put your fins together for the duke of the dirty deed, the earl of execution, that axe-wielding maniac……oh, yeah, Lemont!

Lamont!

Lamont!

Lamont!

Oh, I love me some Lemont.

Mm, mm, mm.

He’s so strong.

Ladies and gentlemen, with a moment of smooth jazz in memory of the soon-to-be-goners, I give you Kelpy G.

Oh, Patrick, I feel terrible.

I dragged you into this whole mess.

It’s okay, SpongeBob.

I made a plea deal with the prosecution!

Oh, that’s good.

Wait, you did what?

All I have to do is, uh… oh, yeah!

“Bring incriminating evidence against the defendant.

Patrick, I’m the defendant.

You are?

Oh.

Let the proceedings begin!

Your Honor, I would like to enter into evidence one sea snail.

Name: Fred.

Gary!

How dare you!

That’s about all I can say.

How dare you come here to the sanctuary of our revered sovereign, to rob him of his very lifeblood, his adorable good looks.

Go on.

How indeed dare you.

Guilty!

Lemont!

Lemont!

Lemont!

Hold it!

If it please the court, I’d like to say something in SpongeBob’s defense.

It does not please the court.

Sit down, squirrel with fishbowl on head.

But, sire, a strong defense makes for a better show.

Isn’t that right, audience?

All right, all right!

I’ll allow it.

Thank you, Your Honor.

Ladies and gentlemen, SpongeBob has always been there for me.

Even going all the way back to summer camp.

In fact, that’s where we all met.

I’m…

Ow!

Ah!

Ooh!

Ooh!

Ready!

Look at all the cool activities!

Camping.

Canoeing.

Seahorse-back riding!

Tug-of-war.

Whale watching.

Do you mind?

Juggling contests.

Shrink-wrap soccer!

And more.

Whoo-hoo!

Whoa!

Hey, y’all critters of the sea!

Look out below!

I’m Sandy Cheeks from Texas.

Hi, Sandy.

I’m SpongeBob.

Pleased to meet ya.

Does everybody wear spacesuits in Texas?

They do if they want to visit you underwater critters.

We all breathe air on the surface.

It’s just our way of synthesizing oxygen.

Same as you do with water.

Whoa.

Are you a scientist?

Naw, I’m just a squirrel.

I can’t be a scientist.

Even though it’s kind of my dream.

Sandy Cheeks, you take that back!

I bet you can do anything.

Really?

Wow.

Me a scientist?

Science.

You’re a hoot, little dude.

I’d be just as likely to live down here in a glass dome with a tree in it.

Ha-ha!

You never know!

Ow.

Ow.

He’s the one that told me, no matter who I was or where I came from, I should follow my dream.

That’s a friend, people.

And that’s why, in my eyes…

SpongeBob is no criminal.

He’s the best little fella to ever walk the sea bottom.

And that’s…

That’s just how I feel about it.

So…

Please, don’t hurt him.

Aww…

This man broke the law!

The law of: “You should stay home and accept the fact that somebody stole your snail.

The law of: “There’s probably nothing I can do about it.

Well, in this sea star’s opinion, those laws should be broken and SpongeBob is proof of it!

All he’s guilty of is having the fortitude to try and rescue a friend.

How do I know?

Oh, I was just a lonely bump on a log when I first met him.

Hi, my name.

Hi, my name.

Hello my name is SpongeBob, what’s your name?

I’m Pa-Pa-Patrick.

Why are you crying, Pa-Pa-Patrick?

I’m homesick.

Well, that’s a pretty good reason.

Maybe all you need is a friend.

I don’t have any friends!

Well, you’ve got one now.

Really?

Who is it?

It’s me!

Do you mean it?

Of course.

Come on!

That sweet little sponge rescued this miserable little sea star.

And things haven’t changed that much today, Your Honor.

My heart, buddy.

I don’t like SpongeBob.

In fact, I revile him.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

Anyway, I, too, met this nabob in summer camp.

I remember it like it was yesterday.

It was my big night.

The Annual Camp Coral Talent Show.

And first prize was the coveted Campy Award.

Thank you, Larry.

Remember, people, don’t forget to vote.

As far as I was concerned, the trophy was as good as mine.

Hey, Squidward.

Bup, bup, bup, bup.

Quiet.

I’m in pregame right now.

I’ve got an award to win.

♪ La, la-la-la, loo!

♪ La-la ♪

♪ Aka Waka Maka Mia Was a puffer fish ♪

The Campy is mine.

I bathed the audience with the sounds of my heavenly clarinet playing.

Thank you, Squidward.

Just lovely.

Thank you, thank you.

And the Campy goes to…

I’ll take that.

…SpongeBob and Patrick!

Huh?

No!

No!

No!

This isn’t happening!

No!

Mommy!

I was robbed.

And never to play the clarinet again.