(OMINOUS RUMBLE)
What in the chicken-fried tarnation was that?
SPONGEBOB: I dunno, but I kinda liked it!
‘Scuse me SpongeBob, I’m gonna power up the ‘ol size-o-mograph.
SPONGEBOB: But it’s our horrible place… with the best abject misery there is! They’ll see: everything’s under control. Right?
That volcano is gonna erupt, as sure as a rhinestone cowboy will be at a disco rodeo. And it’s gonna happen at sundown— tomorrow!!
SPONGEBOB: Okay Sandy, but —
I’m as serious as a guacamole shortage at a taco party. The science is clear. At sundown tomorrow, a cataclysmic eruption will completely destroy Bikini Bottom. The end is nigh.