PLANKTON: I like how you’re thinking, Karen. Mwahahahahahaha!
We’ve got this, boys. Come tomorrow, we’ll be on that mountain like a smoked sausage in a hickory grill.
PATRICK: Guys, I think they’re singing about me.
We hadn’t noticed. C’mon now, we have a mission.
ANGRY MOB: Blame the squirrel! Blame the squirrel! Blame the squirrel! Blame the squirrel!
Are they gone?
SPONGEBOB: Yep.
Then let’s get moving while the coast is clear.
SPONGEBOB: Do you have the ingenious bubble device to stop the volcano?
Took me all night, but it’s ready. Meet “The Erupter Interrupter.”
SPONGEBOB: Catchy name.
Okay! Duty calls. To the mountains!