The Chum Burger (SpongeBob Lost Episode)

The episode started off with the intro for the show SpongeBob Square Pants, specifically from the later seasons style with the Rinnan and Stimpy kind of feel of animation, which in retrospect only made this entire thing all the more freaky to look at. Once the intro had concluded, the episode would then fade to show their main title of the episode. Would you simply entitled The Chummed Burger on a light green and blue background with various pictures of Krabby Patties decorating the card in a zigzag motion with a few crab legs? Also there, for some reason, the scene within transition to the bubble splash screen before showing the town of Bikini Bottom in all its ocean glory before the French narrator began his usual startup introducing the scene. Beautiful bikini bottom at home, a vast and diverse group of undersea life with successful homes, Buspar, Espy's citizens and wonderful cuisine. There was a momentary pause from the narrator was lasted until the scene faded out to show it outside view of the chum bucket for a second or two. Whether the entire scream began to shake profusely as plankton scream could be heard coming from the inside of the Trump bucket. While at least some wonderful cuisine. The French narrator concluded before the scene cut to show the inside of the actual dining area, the restaurant completely barren and empty, as it always has been. This lasted for only a second before another loud scream coming from plankton shook up the screen once more for plankton, with self burst out of a pair of double doors completely on fire. He continues to scream as he starts to comedically run literally all around the kitchen, knocking over various items in the process, even setting a few of them on fire as well. This doesn't exactly last very long until Karen Pearlington's computer wife slowly rolls into the kitchen. Oh, come now, plankton. Don't act so dramatic. It's not like this was your first time being set on fire, Karen said. As a small hand knocks the running and plankton inferno to the ground before being extinguished with this fire. Stingley, sure.
Once the fog of the extinguisher had been dispatched, this had.
Once the fog of the extinguisher had begun to dissipate, the scene clears up and shows a now charred and crispy plankton shaking a bit more, plopping down to a side. The camera angle then cuts to show Karen reaching down to pick plankton up and placing them on top of her monitor screen. So plankton, dear Karen began. Care to explain why you were on fire for the sixth time today? Painting groans a bit before finally answering. Well, Karen, my computer wife itched yet another failed attempt at trying to Plankton said, before being interrupted by his wife. Let me guess. Another failed attempt at trying to steal the Krabby Patties secret formula. Like always. Karen said Peyton's face immediately dropped from a frown to an irritated look. No, Karen. That's not what I'm doing. In fact, I'm pretty much giving up on stealing the formula for good now, Pearlington's said Karen in response to the statement that coming from plankton immediately gassed and froze in her place. Wait a minute. Plankton, you're not being serious, are you? Karen asked, rather shocked. Yes, I'm afraid so. I'm giving up on all of that for good. Plankton admitted plankton. If this is one of your scamps to try and steal the secret formula, you've already attempted this kind of plan and failed. And Charente said rather coldly before stopping. When Plankton said now be no more irritated at Carrot's accusations, he particularly proceeded to hop off of her and then onto the floor and then look up at her. No, Karen. That's not what I'm doing. There is no plot. There is no plan. There is nothing I've I'm done trying to steal something that I know for a fact. I'll never get in my life. I've attempted for years to try and steal the secret formula, all of which would've ended in failure like always. So why even bother anymore? Clinton said rather seriously. Karen simply stood there, likely surprised and shocked at the admission that Plankton had said to her, Well, I have to say plankton near currents. Karen began. While I'm happy that you're finally over where that little obsession of yours, that leaves me with one question and that is plaint. Then asked if you're not trying to steal the secret formula anymore. Then what have you been doing this whole day? Karen asked what I was trying to do or at least attempt to do was try and come up with my own secret formula to make my chum burgers taste good.
Plankton said there is a hint of silence in the scene for a bit. For Karen started to chuckle a bit, which got the attention of plankton rather quickly. What's so funny? Plankton asked, rather annoyed. Oh, it's nothing blatant. And it's just that. Why exactly are you even bothering with that chum anyway?
You and I both know that nobody's gonna eat that junk. Karen said. That's why I'm trying to come up with a new formula, Karen, so that we I can start getting more customers, Pearlington's said. And how are you planning on doing that? Karen asked. Oh, well, you'll see very soon. Clinton said before letting out a small evil chuckle war, panning over to the before the scene panned out of the Trump bucket.
The bubble splash screen comes up showing SpongeBob making his way out of his home with the crusty crab uniform on. He stretches his arms a bit before making his way over towards the crusty crab for the day. However, just as he is about to make his way over towards the front doors of the crusty crab, Mr. Crabs, his claw immediately pulls them inside of the restaurant into them from the main dining area and into his office before immediately slamming him down onto a seat near the desk. SpongeBob is rather surprised by the sudden act and was about to say something. But Mr. Crabs, his claw immediately extended out to spud Job's mouth and proceeded to clamp it shut. Boy, oh, we don't need anyone here unless they might leave. Mr. Crabs said quietly. SpongeBob mumbled a few words out of his mouth, which are rather hard to decipher. But if I had to figure out what he was saying, it may have been something like.
But Mr. Crabs. Why do we need to be quiet, Mr. Crabs, and motion for SpongeBob to go over to where he was sitting at two, which SpongeBob walked over towards him. The scene then cut to show Mr. Crabs separating a set of blinds from a porthole window. Upon doing so, the cleared window showed a small line of customers around four or five lined up to the Trump bucket. SpongeBob. Amy, Bob. What do you see there? Mr. Crabs asked. Mm hmm. Oh, by the looks of it, Mr. Crabs, I'd say that plankton. As if your customers with SpongeBob answered precisely my boy. This is a problem. Why is it that plankton actually has any customers? Mr. Crabs asked Santa. I was about to say something. Less than a few seconds, his eyes bulged out of his head and fear were jumping up and screaming. He stole the secret formula.
Mr. Krabs and completely call manner, said Sonny boy, me, Bob. I checked myself. The formula is safe. Mr. Krabs said, which in turn comes Sponge Bob down. But still, Mr. Krabs began. I panicked and didn't steal. Seek out a formula. Then how is he getting customers?
Both Mr. Krabs and Spun Draw proceeded to let out a name before the scene panned over toward through the window and towards a chum bucket where the people were at the camera, then cut to a show, a series of patties shaped chum burgers flipping into the air before landing onto a set of bundes, fully dressed with lettuce, tomatoes, onions and ketchup before plankton himself close sandwiches and threw them into a basket full of fries. The scene then cut to show a few of the customers looking rather pleased at the display that they were looking at. And soon they all pulled out their catch and handed it over to Karen's robotic hands before being handed their baskets of food. Hope you all enjoy your new and improved chum burgers, Clinton said, wiping away the sweat from his microscopic brow.
The scene then cut to show a few of the customers taking a look at the sandwich, some even sniffing at her, bouncing on, bouncing it on their heads in the process before immediately taking a bite. Everyone's eyes widened before they all began to stuff their faces full of the sandwiches, tearing off bit after bit of it until it was no more. Upon seeing the food completely gone, the customers, almost like in a frenzy like state, ran up towards the counter and demanded more patties. We need more of your delicious chum patties now. Plankton, one of the fish, a.k.a. Fred said while throwing money at him. OK. OK. How many would you guys like plaint and asked the hungry crowd of people. Three more with extra fries. Ford announced to it's the all the other fish.
They're nodded aggressively as if to agree on what they wanted. Plankton saw this and gave a really big happy smile before saying coming right up the customers and let out a hurrah before the camera cut back to show Mr. Crabs and SpongeBob looking out of a porthole window in the office. What are we going to do, Mr. Crabs? SpongeBob asked, rather concerned. It's only if your customers, my boy, Mr. Crabs, began. I doubt that the nasty little gut patty from the dumped bucket will actually get any more than a few customers.
Once Crabb's had finished up his sentence, the scene then cut to short title card where the French narrator saying only days later. The scene then cut to show the outside view of the crusty crab for a few moments before quickly cutting to show the interior of the restaurant completely empty, with the sole exception of SpongeBob, who was mopping the floors. And Squidward was sitting down at his boat reading a magazine. Mr. Crabs in comes out of his office, all giddy and ready for the day. However, he freezes right as he walks out of his office and lays eyes on the barren, on the barren place. His face is frozen and that same happy smile because his eyes fall off of his face in a comedic manner. Mr. Squidward, sponge boy, me, Bob. Where are all my customers? Mr. Crabs asked, his mouth, still not moving as he said those words. All my customers went over to the trauma bucket for their lunch today, Squidward answered, not taking his eyes off of the magazine that it was in his tentacles. It's then that Mr. Crabs smiling face finally starts to fall into one of anger. He then turns toward SpongeBob before putting his eyes back on his head and then motions for him to follow him back into his office, which the young sponge does upon entering the office. Mr. Krabs sits down at his desk and starts to rummage around at us around at the side of him before pulling out a small wooden box.
Uh, Mr. Crabs, what's with the box? SpongeBob asked as he made his way over towards one of the chairs and sat down.
Mr. Krabs didn't answer at first, but instead kept on rummaging around the wooden box over pulling out a small bottle with a sheet of paper on it. Sometimes I eyed the bottle for a bit before looking over it, Mr. Crabs, who simply sighed and opened the bottle up.
Sponge Bob, as you can obviously see, the crusty garb is going through a tough time right now. The chum buckets thrive in mortar mortar.
We're losing more and more money, Mr. Krabs said. In a serious tone, I know Mr. Crabb's swan job answered.
That's why I have a plan to get the crusty crab back in business. Me boil, Mr. Crab said with a smile. And that is Santa? I've asked, rather confused. This piece of paper holds a detailed layout and a map of the chum bucket. Well, what are going to do? SpongeBob Mboi sort of going to sneak into the chum bucket and find out plankton secret and then we're going to run them out of business?
Mr. Crap's said with a soft laugh. At the end, Santa looked absolutely floored at what Mr. Crabs had just suggested to him. Mr. Crabb's SpongeBob said. Yeah. Boyle. Mr. Crabs responded. Mr. Krabs, we can't do this, so I blurted out, Mr. Kravitz smiled, dropped down to a shocked frown. Why not? Mr. Krabs asked his employer.
Think about it for a bit. Mr. Krabs, what you're suggesting is that we go out and steal what's making plague Pellington successful and then run them out of business. Is that what I'm hearing? SpongeBob asked. Well, I mean, yeah, that's that's what we're going to do, a boil. Mr. Krabs said Sanjo simply face popped and shook his head. Mr. Krabs, you said some really crazy stuff in the past. But are you really going to do that to plankton? Are you really going to take it that far? I mean, look, I know you guys are enemies and all, but wanted to go out of your way to steal plankton formula and stealing this formula and run them out of business. That makes you one really big hypocrite, Mr. Crabs.
SpongeBob said flatly Mr. Crabs simply looked at SpongeBob, rather confused at what he had just said. SpongeBob, I'm afraid I'm not familiar with that term, Mr. Grap said. SpongeBob again, face bombed. OK, I'll make it simple for you. SpongeBob again. It means that you say or do something.
They basically you say one thing and you do another.
That's kind of what it is. An example, Mr. Gab's asked SpongeBob, now visibly irritated at the stupidity of his boss before him grown and said, Fine, you want an example, you crustaceous cheapskate. Here you go. Imagine if someone told you not to steal something, but then they go out and steal stuff themselves. That's a hypocrite. SpongeBob explained. Oh, I see. Now, Boyle, Mr. Krabs said before cutting in by saying, how could you run by that? Me again, boy. I didn't get it. Sondra's face frozen a look of complete and utter disbelief before he slammed his hands onto Mr. Kraus's desk and shouted, Maybe this will get through that thick shell of years, Mr. Krabs. I'm not going with you to steal planked its formula. It's wrong. Plankton has attempted on numerous occasions to steal our formula. And when he does, you go out of your way to stop him and condemn him for his actions. But here you are.
What he did, throw out everything that you believe and you kept on telling me and teaching me just to make a quick buck by stealing something that even isn't yours.
Someone just said in a saw. But for a manner, Mr. Crap's simply blinked to the tone that SpongeBob had used or quickly getting up and snapping at SpongeBob.
Now, you listen to me, Boyle. I didn't ask you to do this. I'm telling you to do this with me. You and I, regardless of where you might want or you might think are going to do this and there's no ifs, ands or buts about it. Do you hear me? Mr. Crap's scolded. No. Sometimes said flatly. Excuse me, boy. What did you say to me? Mr. Krabs said now, rather an hour, rather angry. I said no. If you want to do this, I'm not stopping you, Mr. Graps, but I'm not going to let you drag me into this time. Set firmly. And there's nothing that you can do to stop me. SpongeBob. After saying that, I immediately began to walk to the exit of the office. You get back here to Boyo and you're going to help me with those plans are so out. May out. Mr. Kives bellowed. Or what? SpongeBob said, opening the door to the office. You'll fire me. I doubt that very much, Mr. Crabs. You and I both know for a full on fact that if you get rid of me, then this entire restaurant will go down. And I don't think you want that. Now, do you?
Mr. Kraus was left speechless, his mouth hanging gape at what Sponged Abbott told him. The seeing cut back to SpongeBob, who simply said three final words before leaving the office.
I thought not. The door then slammed shut and the entire scene was now completely quiet, with the sole exception of a small clock ticking in the background. The scene then panned over to Mr. Krabs, who simply shook his head and plopped back down onto his seat. Unfolding the map in front of him. Sponge boy doesn't want to help me with that. And that's fine. I can do all this by myself.
With that, the scene in transition once more to the bubble splash screen, the scene then cleared up, showing an outside view of the chum bucket late at night of work, cutting to show Mr. Crabs at the side of the chum bucket with a shovel and and OK. Now it's time to finally get the secret. The plankton success and get my customers back. Mr. Graps said before digging deep into the ground. Upon doing so, the scene transitioned over towards the left of the screen, showing the interior of the main dining area of the Trump bucket. About a few seconds of silence, a view, a view of the large tiles in the restaurant were lifted up and Mr. Crabs his claws and then proceeded to be tossed aside. Once there was a large enough opening, Mr. Crabs carefully crawled them to the restaurant before quickly replacing the tiles on the floor. Now I got to find that formula, Mr. Crabs whispered. Mr. Crabs then proceeded to go through a good portion of the restaurant, trying to find any and all kind of hints to where plankton secret formula may have possibly been at. However, all he wound up finding was and nothing. That is until his search. He wound up stumbling across a small door near where the prep station was at and the kitchen. Mr. Krabs, his face grew into a wide dumb grin as he reached his claw over towards where the doorknob was at. Jackpot. Mr. Krabs called out loudly for opening up the door, practically jumping into it.
In the process, as he entered into the room, he slowly closed the door shut, leaving him in complete darkness. When he managed to find a small light switch near the door, he flipped it on. When the room was illuminated, Mr. Krabs turned around and when he opened it up. His face fell into one of complete and utter horror and fear. The scene cut to show what Mr. Krabs was looking at or what was shown. And what was shown was definitely disturbing, the entire room was filled with shelves of various sizes and shapes, followed by a few barrels as well. Each shelf was filled with parts of crabs in it and one shelf. There was a set of crab claws. Some mourn, some fresh. Another shelf contained chunks of crab meat, another contained eyes. Yeah, you heard me right. Eyes in the last shelf contained various other parts that even I myself couldn't really properly decipher. Mr. Crabs simply backed away in horror at what he was seeing. But not before bumping into currents robot body.
He quickly turned Allar around, let out a yelp and then backed away. Wow. What is this? Mr. Crab said as he stuttered. I'd rather you not speak so loudly, sir. My husband needs a sleep, Karen answered again. What the heck is all of this? I demand an answer, Mr. Grabs said. This time a bit louder now. Now, Mr. Krabs, there's no reason to get angry. But to answer your question, this is what my husband and I have been working on recently to perfect its chum.
Or in this case, what he secretly likes to call the crab burger. Karen answered, Mr. Krabs. His eyes began to widen. Mr. Krabs, eyes began to grow very, very wide as he fell over on one of the boxes and proceeded to get bludge, wedged into it to the point where he couldn't even move. Karen simply drove over towards him in a slow manner.
You see, Mr. Krabs, it's taken the two of us years to finally get the opportunity to get this restaurant up and running. But now that we found a way to actually sell something that the customers would want, we ultimately decided to go with that as our secret formula. You're both insane. Wait till I get the health inspector here. You'll both be sorry, Mr. Krabs, the old again, which caused one of Karen's arms to immediately grab Mr. Crabb's by the throat, silencing him. Now. Here's the deal. My husband and I may have our disagreements at times, but the love that I have for him is enough to look past those disagreements and the fact that you would want to try it not only ruin this opportunity for him, but also risk getting him in this legal trouble is unacceptable. Karen said in a soft yet threatening manner for slamming the crustacean down on the ground, retracting one of her hands and replacing it with a buzzsaw. No Mr. Crab Scream or the scene cut out to show the outside of the Trump bucket with Mr. Crabs screaming all the way through.
His screams went silent. And then the last thing that was heard from Karen in this episode was. Can't have you telling anybody, can we? The scene then cut to one final bubble splash screen over showing the crusty crab once more for cutting to cut, cutting to show SpongeBob face planted into one of the windows with a very worried expression on his face. Squidward.
You haven't heard from Mr. Crabs today, have you? SpongeBob asked. Beats me. He's usually here at this point, Squidward said, reading another magazine. I'm I'm a bit worried about Mr. Crabs, though. Songe up again. He's never late for work. Hey, I hope he's OK. SpongeBob said the camera then slowly panned over towards the Trump bucket before slowly fading in to show the interior of the restaurant full of customers blurbing with life. And right next to the menu, a single sign on it that read. Now serving chum's soup. Get it? Well, they lost. And what that. The episode cut out and finally ended.
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