הסרטון:

מוח הקוף הישראלי שלי:

תמיד ידעתי שאת הזהב של השכונה

וגם אם תגידי לא, הכל לטובה

אבל הכל בסדר, טודו בום

we also know this episode aired before the episode where pearl turned 16

while the non-continuity & non-chronological order of the series means that assuming that pearl was 15 in welcome to the chum bucket is a fool’s gamble - it’s reasonable enough that if there is an episode about her turning 16, her character was likely conceptualized as being 15 years old prior to that point. but either she was 15 or she was 16 in welcome to the chum bucket … and either way, that’s about as long as pearl’s been alive.

we also know that pearl is krabs’ biological daughter … through a combination of facts … and were given reason to believe that something happened to the mother of his child shortly after pearl’s birth that made him depressed. she’s not around anymore and no longer apart of their lives in any way shape or form.

we also know plankton and krabs were childhood best friends, going on to have an on-again-off-again friendship for years prior to spongebob getting a job at the krusty krab … and the two are shown to occasionally have moments where they truly, genuinely care about each other deep down, despite the rivalry …

♪ Long dog 

Long dog 

Long dog 

A rollercoaster is called “mountain train”.

When something contradicts something else it “slaps it”.

School is called “book house”.

Cotton candy is called “Grandma hair”.

When you clearify, you “brighten”.

If it’s related, it’s tied.

You don’t count numbers, you nomber numbers.

If you talk too much, you’re “digging”.

Safety is the same as comfidence, and if you’re certain of something you’re “safe” in it.

When you meet someone, you don’t say hello, you say peace.

When you want to say Congratulations, it’s either “good luck!” Or “my blessings!”.

It’s not a calendar, it’s a year board.

When you consider something, you weight it.

Brooms don’t swipe, brooms broom.

A frying pan and a baseball bat are both “hitter”.

Preserved food is conquered food.

You’re not a girl, you’re a guy-a.

Asking someone “What’s Up”, is actually just asking “What’s the Situation” or “What’s Happening” or “What’s Being Heard”.

We don’t “Eat Food”, we “Food Food”.

If you go to the “Hospital”, you go to the “Sick House”.

Sometimes we eat “Cheese Fingers” and “Chocolate Fingers”.

A “Piggyback-Ride” is simply a “Flour Sack”.

Your eyes’ “Pupils” are actually “Little Men”.

Our days don’t have nice names like “Sunday” or “Monday”, they’re called “First”, “Second” and so on.

If someone annoys you and you want them to “Go Away”, you can be rude and tell them to “Fly Off”.

When we’re very frustrated, we might find ourselves saying “Your Mom’s Vagina”.

We don’t say 'bless you’ when people sneeze, we say 'to health’

It’s not 'bathroom’, it’s 'services’

It’s not 'what’s wrong with you/what’s the matter with you’, it’s 'what’s closed with you’

It’s not 'what the hell’, its 'what to hell’

We shoe our shoes (actually a lot of verbs/nouns work according to this pattern), and the word for “shoeing” is the same as the word for locking

It’s not “you’re welcome”, it’s either “please”, “with joy”, or “with fun”

“Thank you very much” is “a lot of a thank you”

Despite definitely being a singular being, God’s name is pronounced as “my lords”

We don’t catch diseases, we get glued with them