(Upbeat bluegrassy music)

(Insects chirping)

-(SNORING AND COOING)

(Rooster crows)

(GROANING)

(Light music)

Whoo-hoo-hoo! Yee-haw!

Good morning, sunshine!

Morning, Sandy.

(GRUNTS AND CHUCKLES) Whoa, little doggie!

After months of careful calculations,

my bio-illogical experiment is almost done.

(SCREAMING)

(GROANS)

(SCREAMS)

Sandy, help me.

Hopping holes, SpongeBob. What's wrong?

You got to come quick. My alarm clock is broken!

Oh...

your alarm clock, huh?

Uh, are you sure we need to take care of that just now?

Yes.

(GROANS)

Oh.

Oh, all right.

(Alarm blaring)

-(PEOPLE SCREAMING AND SHOUTING)

(Blaring continues)

I even pulled out the plug, and I can't shut it off.

I got to get my brain working on this.

(GRUNTS AND WARBLING GOOFILY)

(SHOUTS AND GRUNTING)

-(ALARM RINGING) -Hmm?

Hmm. Aha!

-(RINGING STOPS) -Eh.

(Blaring continues)

I see the problem. Thanks, brain.

(Blaring continues)

Your spongy finger is just too darn soft and cute

to press the switch.

Huh? Aw.

Don't worry, darling. I'll fix it.

(Blaring continues)

(LAUGHING) Thanks, Sandy.

(ALL) Thanks, Sandy!

-I'm just itching to get back to my experiment.

-(TELEPHONE RINGING) -Huh?

Uh, hello?

-Sandy, help me!

-Flying Dutchman?

Whoa!

(GRUNTS)

-Sandy!

-Aah!

Hmm?

-That's just a painting! I'm down here!

-What happened to you, Dutchy?

-What's it look like?

A witch trapped me inside a crystal ball!

Now get me out of here!

Sandy, I am in your hands.

-Let me try a little...

-(BOTH GRUNTING)

-Huh.

Or maybe some of this.

(CHOMPING GOOFILY)

Well, that didn't work.

Come on, brain!

(CLUCKING LIKE A CHICKEN)

That's it!

I need to use good old farm science on this one!

(CLUCKING LIKE A CHICKEN)

-Hey, what are you doing?

Ow!

(Timer clicking)

(Bell dings)

(Upbeat fiddle music)

Hey! You hatched me good!

Wait a minute. I'm still tiny.

What gives, Sandy?

-(CLUCKING LIKE A CHICKEN) Huh?

-I'm sorry to interrupt, Science Officer Cheeks,

but the Undersea Space Agency

needs your immediate assistance.

-Absolutely.

Sorry, Dutchy. Duty calls.

(GRUNTS)

Whoa!

(Epic music)

-A giant meteor is headed straight for Earth,

and as usual, Sandy, you're the only one that can save us.

-Hmm. Hmm.

(MUTTERING TO SELF)

-Aha! -(BELL DINGS)

-You can count on me, sir.

Hyah!

Mm...

Yahoo!

-(SEAGULL CRIES)

-Pardon me, Earth, you'll need to scooch over a bit.

Phew!

-(ALARM BLARING) -Wuh-oh!

That sidewinding stone is a-coming back.

(GRUNTS)

Bad meteor, bad!

-(CRYING)

-Thanks, Sandy!

-Sweet mother-of-pearl!

I can finally be all alone with my...

(GASPS)

(Dramatic music)

My experiment worked!

It's huge!

(Knocking)

Wait right there. Cavalry's coming.

(GRUNTING)

(Shell cracking)

-I am Pecan Sandy!

-Huh.

Howdy, Pecan Sandy.

(GRUNTING)

(MOANING) Hmm?

I'm Sandy Number One,

and I created you in my lab to help me

with all the chores while I'm out saving people all day.

You can start by taking out the garbage.

(Insects buzzing)

-Pecan Sandy hates taking out the garbage.

(ROARS)

-(SHOUTS) -I'm sorry, Pecan Sandy!

You don't have to take out the garbage!

Uh, how about washing the dishes?

-Hmm?

(GRUMBLES)

(ROARS)

Pecan Sandy is not your maid!

(ROARING)

-This experiment is backfiring on me.

I got to think, got to think.

(GRUNTING)

(SOBBING)

Oh!

My bushwhacked brain is too fried to think.

All right, time to use some brawn!

Ah!

-(GRUNTING)

-(BOTH GRUNTING)

-(GRUNTING) Okay.

Looks like I'm gonna need to pull the rip cord

and call my emergency contact.

(Line trilling)

-(HUMMING HAPPILY)

(Telephone ringing)

-Hello?

-Narlene, help me!

Narlene, are you there?

-(GRUNTING)

(Upbeat banjo music)

Well, that's Sandy in a nutshell.

(LAUGHS)

-I'd like to laugh about it, too, Narlene.

Can you get me out of here soon?

-Sooner than you think.

(GRUNTING GOOFILY)

(Shell cracking)

-Than you kindly, country buddy.

-(PECAN SANDY ROARING) -(BOTH SHOUT)

-Don't tell me.

You created a Pecan Sandy in your lab.

It's gone on a rampage, and you need my help to stop it.

-Yep, that about covers it.

-Let me give it a think.

Hmm...

(Slow banjo music)

(LAUGHING AND GRUNTING)

Oh, ow! Oh, ow, ow! (GRUNTING)

I got it!

There's only one way to pummel pesky pecan into pie...

With your feet!

-That's your answer for everything, Narlene.

And I like it!

(Bell dings)

-(ROARING)

(Light music)

-Nice triple footsie, Narlene!

-Now, ain't you sweet?

I liked your toe-jam slam, too, Sandy.

-(BOTH SHOUT) -(ROARS)

-My mama didn't raise no quitters.

I'm getting to the bottom of this pickle barrel.

-Watch it, Narlene.

-(GRUNTING)

-(ROARING)

-Tell me, Pecan Sandy, why are you so angry?

-Pecan Sandy angry

because she created me to take out her garbage!

-You did what, now?

Heck, I'd go on a rampage, too.

What possessed you?

-It was a bad idea. I admit it now.

Look, on paper...

Oh...

-Well, now that I know the whole story,

my hill-folk wisdom tells me

there's only one way to crack this nutty problem.

-(GRUNTS FORCEFULLY)

-We got to let her loose to live her own life.

-I want whatever Pecan Sandy wants.

-I am Pecan Sandy!

And me do what me wants!

(GRUNTING)

-(BOTH) Y'all come back anytime!

-All right, we've earned a break.

(Upbeat banjo music)

-Me finally happy!

-(GRUNTS) -(ALL SCREAMING)

(ALL) Sandy, help us!

-(HUMMING)

(Music playing through headphones)