[screaming]

[screaming]

Hang on, buddy!

[screaming]

Hey, we stopped falling!

Look, we're in space now!

Wee!

[sputtering]

Hey! Somebody get me down! Or up or something!

[laughing]

[whirring]

Ha! Hey, SpongeBob, watch this.

Hey! You got your toothpaste in my peanut butter!

[laughing]

Patrick, I can do this.

[whirring]

Hey, who turned the heavy back on?

- We must be landing. - Alright!

Sometimes that Spongebob is as dumb as a sack of peanuts.

[whirring]

[squeaking]

Wow. It sure looks a lot like home.

Finally, some respect.

Into the rocket you go!

Wait, why do I need a rocket?

- Where is this delivery to? - Mars.

Oh, Mars, well the-- Ma-Ma-Ma-Ma-Ma-Mars?

Bye, Squidward!

[screaming]

[babbling]

Delivery from the Krusty Krab.

[babbling]

[munching]

[babbling]

[munching]

Hmph. All this red. So garish.

Ugh, this dump needs a true artist touch.

[gasping]

[roaring]

[splashing]

[vocalizing]

[splashing]

Oh, no, he's coming back!

And he's headin' right for us!

[screaming]

That's it. No more messin' around!

Give me that formula or I'll destroy this stinkin' town!

But I don't wanna!

[grunting]

[screaming]

[grunting]

[screaming]

[grunting]

[grunting]

[grunting]

[grunting]

[screaming]

Ah!

[grunting]

Patrick! Hi!

You have a thing on your thing.

[grunting]

[laughing]

Holy night, SpongeBob! Did you shrink the earth?

[sputtering]

Good question, Mr. Claus--

We're actually further from the earth now.

We could've move the moon back into its regular orbit

if we hadn't run out of fuel.

[whistling]

A controlled explosion might move the moon back.

You're so smart. How do we do that?

Hmm...

[grunting]

Ooh! Fizz Bomb cola!

A burp explosion in every can.

[fizzing]

Yee-haw! That's my Science Scouts!

[glugging]

[inhaling]

[belching]

[belching]

[belching]

[giggling]

No go, the moon's too heavy.

[laughing]

I think some children might be needing

some brains for Christmas. Ha ha.

[grunting]

Perfection!

Now we just wait for a gust of wind.

[chirping]

Uh, interesting science fact:

there's no atmosphere on the moon,

therefore there's no wind.

[laughing]

Why don't we just push them moon back?

A-choo!

Blasted pollen allergies!

[gasping]

[sighing]

I should be safe in space.

Stop, thief!

You've gotta be kidding me!

[snoring]

[honking]

[sputtering] What's happening?

...eight, seven...

Oh, no.

It's not an alarm clock, its' a countdown!

...two, one.

[rumbling]

[screaming]

[grunting]

Huh? What? What the--

Uh... that was horrible!

[whirring]

But this is even worse!

[screaming]

Doink! Now this really feels like home.

[screaming]

[gasping]

[screaming]

Hey, this is kinda fun.

Carol, your real father is...

[zapping]

Hey!

Who's Carol's real father?

Watch this, Sandy.

Alright! A no-look, let's see,

a one-footed, tongue-out, flip, leg up...

[crackling]

[clanging]

smash into the side of the rocket.

You did great, SpongeBob, but you should call your trick

the "one-footed, tongue out flip, leg up,

puncture the fuel tank on the rocket."

- Oops. - Come on, SpongeBob!

We gotta get while there's still enough fuel to make it home!

Wait! I have to do something very important.

There.