SpongeBob: Sing? Sing a song? A song of wanting to move along. (The van rises up and floats in mid-air. SpongeBob sings off-key) To a land where all our dreeee-... (SpongeBob hits a wrong note and the van crashes down on the ground) Whoops, sorry. To a land where all our dreeeeeams, can finally come true. (the van rises up high. It makes a hole in the roof) A bubble I long for, that so eludes me, but soon enough I will seeeeeeeeeeeeeee............
Mr. Krabs: Well that's just splendid boy! A land where it rains money! More than you can spend. With fives and tens and fifties and all want to be your friend.
Plankton: Ha, ha ha. Such a valiant desire. Hehehe! The lost weapons of Atlantis-the most advanced of all time. As soon as this dopey song is done I plan to make them mine!
Sandy: Did y'all hear something? I can hardly believe that there's a lost city where having smarts is more important than being pretty! (Sandy makes a clone of herself) With all their advanced science, and my painfully enlarged mind!
Sandy Clones: I bet we can figure out how to make wondrous things, like melons with edible rinds! (they dig in on watermelon. Juice gets on the screen and transitions to Squidward playing piano)
Squidward: As a connoisseur of fine art, I'm proud to say I've always seen things in my own special way! Atlantis with its glorious aesthetics, I'll copy their style in a while. My art will be prophetic!
Patrick: I'm Patrick, I'm Patrick, Patrick, Patrick, Patrick! And I like um, uuuuh, (record scratches) I don't know what I like.