[Plankton trembles as he's taped to Mr. Krabs' desk]
SpongeBob SquarePants:
Mr. Krabs, I'm telling you, he's innocent.
Plankton:
What are you going to do, Krabs? Pour hot oil on me, or put bamboo shoots under my nails?
Mr. Krabs:
No.
[a nasty smile forms on his face]
Mr. Krabs:
Knock knock.
Plankton:
[confused]
Knock knock jokes?
[He smiles, not in the least bit intimidated]
Plankton:
I could do this all day, Krabs.
Mr. Krabs:
[sternly]
Knock knock.
Plankton:
Oh, boy. Who's there?
Mr. Krabs:
Jimmy.
Plankton:
Jimmy who?
Mr. Krabs:
Jimmy BACK MY FORMULER, PLANKTON!
Plankton:
Well, that's stupid, but how is that torture?
Mr. Krabs:
Hee hee hee. You'll see.
[Mr. Krabs puts on headphones]
SpongeBob SquarePants:
Jimmy, back my formula, hmm. Ooooooooh, I get it!
[SpongeBob starts laughing. Planton screams. Mr. Krabs grins smugly while he wears the headphones]
Plankton:
Oh make it stop Krabs, make it stop!