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Patrick: SpongeBob, can I have a hall pass?

Not now, Patrick. Just sit tight and let me practice.

Patrick: Fine.

Boating safe...

Patrick: Boring! Next!

Patrick, you're kinda derailing the proceedings here. Just focus on me, huh?

Patrick: All right, all right.

So, without further ado... Patrick? Patrick, wake up. What happened, Patrick?

Patrick: Oh, come on, SpongeBob, you think everyone can stay awake through a boring speech?

I don't know. Do you think that's too much to expect?

Patrick: Yes! And you should be prepared for worse.

Worse?

Patrick: You're gonna have things thrown at you that you wouldn't believe. You gotta be ready. Now try again.

Okay. Boating safety... Boating safe...

Patrick: That's it! Fight through!

Patrick, nobody throws pillows in class!

Patrick: Says you! Speech!

Boating safe...

Patrick: SpongeBob SquarePants, what a mess you've made of my classroom.

Uh, you sorta add a hand in that, too, Patrick.

Patrick: Young man, how dare you?!

What, a detention slip?

Patrick: I'm not hearing your oral report.

Okay. Boating safe...

Patrick: Try again.

Boating safety...

Patrick: Come on, SquarePants! Is this the best you can do?

Patrick, somehow I don't think this is working.

Patrick: Speech! Speech! Speech! Speech! Speech! Speech! Speech! Speech! Speech! Speech! Speech! Speech! Spee -

Patrick, stop! Somehow your help just isn't helping. I am more nervous about this oral report than I've ever been about anything.

Patrick: Yeah, you do look pretty terrible.

Well, if I don't do my report, then I don't pass. And if I don't pass, then I don't get my boating license!

Patrick: Wait, buddy! I know how you can get your boating license. Your friend the squirrel girl is real good with her paws. Maybe she can make you a fake one.

No, Patrick, that's illegal, but she might be able to help me get over this anxiety. She's always speaking at science conferences. She's probably full of pointers!

Sandy: It has been scientifically proven that 85% of speech related stress can be eliminated if the speaker imagines the audience in their underwear. Sandy: Everyone will look so silly, you won't even remember you're nervous! Which is why I invented these. Goggles that let you see people in your undies. Or, I could just make you a fake boating license.

That's still illegal. Give me the goggles! It's not working.

Sandy: Well, of course it isn't, silly! I'm only wearing my undies. See if it works on Patrick.

Eh! Ooh, they work.

Mrs. Puff: Well, SpongeBob? Do you have your oral report ready?

Huh...?

Mrs. Puff: The assignment I gave you. The one where you talk in front of the class.

Oh, yeah! Of course I'm ready! I can do it. Um... Oh, no. Oh, no!

Mrs. Puff: What are you doing?!

Mrs. Puff, do I really have to do this?

Mrs. Puff: No. Only if you want to pass this class!

Okay. Uh, my report...is on... Heh! Must be last-minute jitters! Patrick, where are those goggles?

Patrick: Right here. Let me polish them up for ya. Here ya go.

Thanks!

Billy: Hurry up!

Ha, ha, it's working! Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ...

Mrs. Puff: What's all this laughing about? Well, SpongeBob?

Boating safety is the responsibility of every boater in the ocean because --

Scary Face: Well, don't just stand there! Get on with it!

They're all staring!

Police Officer: Okay, forget what I just said. Police Officer: Sponge, pull over!

I don't know how!

Patrick: SpongeBob! Police Officer: All right, kid, what was that all about? Police Officer #2: Don't you know anything about boating safety?

Boating safety? Well, yes, Officer. I do. Boating safety is the responsibility of every boater in the whole ocean. Each boater must follow the rules and regulations stipulated in the boater safety handbook. When the meaning of all important signs... ...pay attention to all surroundings... ...when wet means no parking... ...it already figures... ...always blah blah blah... ...with all shades of curve... ...remember... ...a motor vehicle is 20,000 pounds of blah blah--

Police Officer #2: Gee, kid. That was beautiful. Police Officer: Yeah. I never even knew some of those things myself. Mrs. Puff: Aha! Finally! The long arm of the laws caught up with you! I guess I won't be seeing you in my driver's education class for the next 5 to 10 years! Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha! Police Officer: Wait, wait, Miss Chuckles, did you say you were his boating instructor? Mrs. Puff: Yes. Why? Police Officer: Under penal code 26-1 quote, The boating instructor is responsible--

--for any minor delinquent actions under that teacher's care.

Police Officer: Unquote. I'm afraid we're gonna have to take you in, ma'am. Mrs. Puff: What?! Nooo! Patrick: Hey, buddy, you got over your fear of getting an oral talking thing.

Hey, I did! Thanks, pal!

Patrick: Oh, that reminds me. You forgot these. Whoa-ho! Oh, they really work! Heh! Scary Face: And, what are you lookin' at? Patrick: Plankton: Yes! My plan is working! Now everyone in town will know what a jerk Krabs is. Yeah! Huh? Lady officer: Hey, you! You're under arrest. Plankton: Arrest? For what? I didn't even steal anything this time. Mr. Krabs: Vandalism's a crime too. You've been caught red-handed, Plankton. Plankton: Eh, should've used the green paint. Mr. Krabs: I usually laugh all the way to the bank. But for you, Plankton, I'll laugh all the way to the clink! Lady officer: Oh no, the prison is full! Looks like we'll just have to set you free. Mr. Krabs: What, free?! But he's a criminal! Lady officer: Well, you know what they say. Don't stop the crime if you can't enforce the time. Plankton: Eat it, Krabs! I'm off to re-offend. Lady officer: It's a shame that there's no other place in Bikini Bottom to hold our extra criminals. 'Cause we'd give that place a lot of money. Mr. Krabs: You got yourself a deal! We can lock him up at my place, the Krusty Krab. Lady officer: Well then, this is for the prisoner. And here's your cash. Mr. Krabs: Whoa. Thank you, Madame Officer. Squidward: Oh, stupid barnacles, tartar sauce, fish paste— Mr. Krabs: Enjoy your ride, Plankton? Squidward: Ow. Mr. Krabs: Oh, sorry, Mr. Squidward. Didn't see you there.

Oh, what's Plankton doing here, Mr. Krabs? I thought he was going to prison.

Mr. Krabs: He is. The Krusty Krab is a prison now.

Oh, hooray! Prison!

Squidward: Oh, big deal. I've been a prisoner here for years. Mr. Krabs: Hardy-har, Mr. Squidward. You boys get back to work! I'll be guarding Plankton in me office. Into your cell, you miscreant! Plankton: All right, I'm out of here. Uh, pardon me, warden, sir, but is that a pretty penny on the floor? Mr. Krabs: Where? It's mine! It's mine! I saw it first! Plankton: The perfect escape. YEEOOWW!!! Mr. Krabs: Oh, no you don't. Trying to escape is bad enough, but lying about a penny? You're going in... ...the hole. Need one of your holes, boy-o.

You got it, Warden Krabs.

Plankton: Hey, let's not do anything we can't— Mr. Krabs: And don't let him go nowhere!

Aye-aye, sir!

Plankton: All right, who turned off the lights?

Sorry, sir. Plankton tickles inside of me.

Mr. Krabs: That oughta learn him. Lady officer: Morning, Warden. Mr. Krabs: Oh, me favorite paying police lady. Here to give me more money? Lady officer: Yup, more money for more prisoners. Mr. Krabs: More prisoners? Prisoner #1: Aye, the Krusty Krab. I used to eat here. Prisoner #2: What a coincidence. I used to rob here. Lady officer: So, what do you say, Mr. Krabs? Mr. Krabs: I say... lock 'em up! SpongeBob! Try to prison-up the place for our new guests. I gotta go incarcerate all this cash.

I'll do my best, Warden Krabs, sir!

Mr. Krabs: Nice work, boy-o. Very prison-y. Fred: Hey, uh, what's with all the caged men in here? They're making me a little nervous...! Mr. Krabs: Ooh, um, well we're a prison-themed restaurant now. Do your time with our new Prison Patty. It's served in a solitary confinement box, has its own prisoner number, and even comes with toy shackles! Fred: Wow! Prisoner #3: Looks delicious. Mr. Krabs: At the Krusty Krab, you can lock up your hunger and throw away your keys! Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh. Ooh, crisis averted. Okay, time to let Plankton out of the hole. Open her up, boy-o. Hmm. Pull yourself together, prisoner! I got a new cell for you. Plankton: The formula?! It's so close... I can almost touch it! No, no, no, no! Mr. Krabs: Good times. Good times.

Okay, mail call, boys. Let's see, who do we have? Toothy. Four Eyes. Lefty. Fats. Fingers. Einstein. Stretch, Chuckles, Bingo, Blammy, Wheels, Boogie, Red, Trip, Winks, Skeeter, Stinky.

Prisoners: Thanks, SpongeBob!

No problem, guys.

Mr. Krabs: Oh, morning, officer. Lady officer: I'm here to oversee Plankton's release. His sentence is up. Mr. Krabs: What?! But I have so many more punishments for him! Plankton: Enjoy your Plankton-free prison, Eugene. I hope it's worth what you're paying for it. Mr. Krabs: Hmm? Paying for it? Wonder what he means by that. Huh?

More marshmallows for your hot cocoa, Wobbles?

Mr. Krabs: SpongeBob, what are you doing?! Do you have any idea how much it costs to make a prison humane?! These down comforters, they're two-y. This ain't no luxury hotel! These televisions ain't free! And neither are these massage chairs! And this, your most expensive mistake of all! From now on, no more patties for prisoners! Dorsal Dan: Cruel and unusual punishment! Mr. Krabs: And no more tomatoes either! Female customer: Come on, let's find another prison to eat at. Customers: What a rip-off! / Come on. Mr. Krabs: No, no! Come back! Come back! I can't afford to lose me paying customers. Oh, I'm ruined! All right, that's it! No more prison! Everyone out! Don't care where you go, but you can't stay here! Oh, finally. The Krusty Krab is back to being a regular old money-making restaurant. Problem solved. I said problem solved! French Narrator: Later at night...

Oh, it's just my prison pals. What are you guys doing here?

Prisoner #4: We want to go back to the Krusty Krab. We were having fun in there with you. See?

Aww. Okay, I'm in. Time for a jail-break-in.

French Narrator: The next day... Prisoners: Morning, Warden Krabs! Mr. Krabs: Morning, prisoners! SpongeBob! What is going on here? I set all these criminals free last night! What are they doing back in their cells?!

Uh, Mr. Krabs, now's probably not the best time to—

Lady officer: You know it's a crime to release prisoners early, don't ya? You're going to prison, criminal. Mr. Krabs: What? Oh, well, that's not so bad. Pencil me in for a 3:30 massage, SpongeBob. Lady officer: Oh, you're not staying here. The Krusty Krab is full. We got a new prison just for you. Mr. Krabs: Oh, no... Let me guess... Plankton: Mealtime, prisoner! Right in the mouth. Narrator: The first day of spring in Bikini Bottom. The flowers are blooming, the rainbows are... how you say? Bowing. The jellyfish are buzzing, and it's time for the traditional...

Spring cleaning! Guess what time of year it is, Gary?

Gary: Meow!

Thanks for your help, Gare!

Gary: Meow! Patrick: Hey, SpongeBob!

Hi, Patrick. How's your spring cleaning going?

Patrick: It's Spring Cleaning Day?! Why didn't anyone tell me?! Patrick: Found it! Thanks for the reminder, SpongeBob! See ya again next spring. Whatcha got in your trash can? Huh!? You're throwing this away!? The wrapper of the gum I gave you yesterday!?

Oh, yeah.

Patrick: Oh! Some people just don't understand sentimental value. You're throwing away Pete!? Y-You can't part with a keepsake! That's why you keep them, for Pete's sake! Hmph! Why, I'm disgusted! It's time you re-evaluate your priorities.

Hmm. Maybe Patrick is right. All of these things do hold precious memories. No! Come on, you! Gotcha! Welcome home, precious memories. Plastic wrap is neat, huh, Gary?

Gary: Meow!

Order up! Careful with these ones, Squidward. They're special.

Squidward: Oh, dear me. I know. I hope I never forget this moment.

You're right. I'm going to need something to preserve the memory. Oh, perfect! Ah, memories. Greasy memories. Whoo-wee! Nothing like a hard day of work at the Krusty Krab, eh, Squidward? Whew!

Squidward: You're sentimental about your sweat?

Oh, that's not all! And I'm also very sentimental about these Krusty Krab keepsakes, so many memories! Grill grease, gum from under the Krusty Krab tables, today's mop water, bendy straws, mayonnaise, a collection of freshly used ketchup packets, and these are today's order tickets written by my favorite fellow employee, Squidward. See? This one has your tentacle print on it!

Squidward: Okay, this is getting creepy now.

Oh, well, better get these precious memories home.

Squidward: Officially creeped out now.

♪Memories, doo doo doo memories, doo doo doo doo memories.♪ Hey, Gary. Oh. Safe and sound! Whoo, closed up tight! And you said it wouldn't fit.

Gary: Meow, meow, meow.

Oh, nonsense, Gary, I'll find a place to put everything. Like the front yard! Who is it?

Squidward: It's Squidward.

How do I know it's you?

Squidward: Open the door, nitwit!

Oh, hi, Squidward, can I help you?

Squidward: You can certainly help... Why are you wearing garbage?

Thanks for noticing, Squidward, and may I say that's a very becoming dress you're wearing this morning.

Squidward: Dress? It is not a dress, it's a nightshirt. If you don't get rid of this trash, I'm calling the sanitation police.

Ah, not the sanitation police! You don't understand, these things aren't junk! They're my friends, like this little guy, Alfred the light bulb. Oh, we had a great time together, Al, reading, paying the bills. Why is it the ones who glow brightest burn out the soonest?! You will be missed.

Squidward: Touching. Still creepy, but touching. Time to make a phone call. Cop 1: Sanitation police! This is a raid. Step away from the refuse. Squidward: Thank goodness you're here, officer. Cop: Is this your filthy home? Squidward: No, it's not my home! It belongs to that filthy little dirtbag!

Hi!

Cop 1: Thanks for the information, citizen. Cop 2: Hmph, snitch. Cop 1: Do your duty, Sergeant. Cop 2: Cop 1: This residence is now comdemned.

Condemned? What does that mean?

Cop 1: Condemned means this house is unfit to live in. You'll have to vacate the home immediately.

Vacate? You mean I have to move?

Cop 1: Anything that is a threat to public health must be condemned. Sergeant. Cop 2: Squidward: Thank you again, officers.

Wait! Please don't condemn my house.

Squidward: Sorry, SpongeBob, the law is the law. We can't just pick and choose which ones we follow. Cop 1: I'll request a commendation for you. Squidward: Really? Cop 1: Right after we condemn your house! Squidward: My house?! Cop 1: Yes! It's as filthy as your neighbor's.

But isn't there anything we can do?

Cop 1: You can evacuate the premises or throw away your junk.

Throw them away?

Cop 1: Thank you for the attempt, ma'am. Squidward: Ma'am? It's a nightshirt! This is all your fault! You have to get rid of your junk right now!

I know. I'm gonna miss them so much!

Squidward: You really miss them?

No. I'll be strong.

Squidward: Well, maybe you can take photos of all your junk... uh, friends before you toss them away.

That's a great idea, Squidward! Then years from now, I can look at the photos, and remember my... remember my precious little babies!

Squidward: Creepy. Squidward: Oh, good grief.

Your pay, my good man. Goodbye, little friends. Have fun at the dump!

Squidward: Well, now that you completely ruined my day, once again, I'm going back to bed.

Alright, nighty-night.

Squidward: Idiot. What the...?! SpongeBob, why is my house filled with photos of your dumb junk?

Oh, I forgot to tell you, I took so many pictures I ran out of room in my house.

Patrick: Nice dress. Squidward: It's a nightshirt! Patrick: Batter up!

Ah, oh.

Patrick: I got it, I got it!

Wah!

Patrick: Whoo-hoo! Squidward: What are you two dizzy dingbats doing out here?!

Just treasuring our time together, Squidward.

Squidward: Well, that time is over! Say good night, go to your separate houses, and be quiet! Patrick: I can't do it! I can't be away from my best friend!

No, it hurts too much!

Squidward: Oh, will you two cut it out?

Cut it out... Squidward, that's a great idea!

Squidward and Patrick: It is? Patrick: Wow! My turn! Squidward: I think I'm gonna be sick!

Here you go, Patrick. Now we never have to be apart, even when we're not together.

Patrick: This is great. See you forever, SpongeBob.

Yeah, see you forever, Patrick. Time for bed, Tiny Patrick.

Patrick: Hmm. Teddy Bear: Uh. Oh. Mini Patrick: Ah. Ah!

Good morning, Squidward.

Squidward: Says who?

You sit right there, my hungry little sailor, while I whip you up some grub from the galley.

Mini Patrick: Dah, uh-huh. Mini Patrick: Ah. Mini Patrick: Ahh. Hmm? Ahhh! Yah!

Huh? Careful there, little buddy. The grill is hot.

Mini Patrick: Ohhh.

Huh?

Mini Patrick: Whee-ah!

Stop! Bad, Tiny Patrick! Hmm. Sorry to do this, little guy, but I have to keep you safe while I get some work done. Ah-yah.

Patrick: Good morning. Patrick: Didn't think I was gonna be able to eat all that. But then I did!

Brushy, brushy, brushy.

Patrick: Come on, Tiny SpongeBob. You gotta lift with your back. Patrick: Oh, oh. Hey, SpongeBob.

Patrick, hi.

Patrick: Eeh. Hmm. Hmm.

So, uh, I'd love to hang out, but I already have some plans with Tiny Patrick here.

Patrick: Oh, yeah, well, me and Tiny SpongeBob, we're pretty busy tonight, so good night.

Good night. I don't want you getting into trouble during the night, so you're gonna stay in the aquarium like a good little sleepy clam.

Mini Patrick: Ahh! Patrick: Huh? Hey. Didn't you used to have one two...two arms? Okay, little buddy. Let's find that arm of yours. Oh. Oh. Nope. Nope. Hmm. Huh? Mini SpongeBob: Ah! Patrick: Nope. Oh. Ah-ha! I got it! I'll fix you up in no time. Good as new. Mini SpongeBob: Ehh. Huh? Patrick: Okay, good night. Mini SpongeBob: Huh? Mini SpongeBob: Oh? Mini SpongeBob: Ding! Yah!

Yes, Squidward, extra mayo, I heard you. Oh, hi, Patrick.

Patrick: Hey, SpongeBob.

I don't remember us having a sleepover last night.

Patrick: What's going on, SpongeBob?

Oh, hey, little guys. You're playing with each other. So cute.

Mini SpongeBob: Whew. Mini SpongeBob and Mini Patrick: Huh? Mini SpongeBob: Ah, ah. Mini SpongeBob: Hey! Patrick: What are they doing, SpongeBob?

Just trying to live their lives, Patrick. Just trying to live their lives. Poor little guys. Our world is just too big for them. Ohh, I have an idea.

Patrick: Oh, I hope it's not another one of your crazy plans to steal the Krabby Patty secret formula.

You're thinking of Plankton, Patrick.

Patrick: Oh, yeah!

Ta-da! A tiny house for my tiny friend.

Mini SpongeBob: Ahh! Patrick: Oh, I get it!

Nice work, Patrick. Whoops! Almost forgot. You've got to have a Gare-Bear.

Mini SpongeBob: Oh, yay! Mini Patrick: Ohh. Huh? SpongeBob and Patrick: Aww. Hmm. Patrick: Hmm?

Let's leave 'em alone, Patrick.

Squidward: Ah, too bright. Oh, those two again! Squidward: What the— Squidward: Ow! Squidward: No, get away. Get away!

This is Junior Crime Breaker SpongeBob, reporting to Junior Crime Breaker Patrick. There are no signs of crime in front of my house. Any criminal activity by you? Over.

Patrick: Uh...I've got a visual on an old lady tying her shoes. She's doing the old granny knot. Old Lady: Oh, I'll give you a granny knot! Patrick: All clear! No crime here.

Patrick, emergency meeting at Squidward's house—ASAP! Oh please, Squidward, don't move away! You can't leave the neighborhood! Aw, we were just starting to get close.

Patrick: I swear, I'll haunt your nightmares if you move away! Squidward: I'm not moving away, you brainless bottom feeders! Squidward: I'm just taking a week's vacation away from you morons.

Thank you. Let me help you carry this.

Squidward: No—wait, no!

Oh—your unmentionables.

Patrick: I won't mention this bra. Squidward: It's not a bra! It's a pectoral girdle. I don't care about my clothes. I just wanna get away from you two. And while I'm away—huh... Squidward: While I am gone, there will be a paying guest renting my place. Don't bother him!

This is Junior Crime Breaker SpongeBob to Junior Crime Breaker Patrick. I've got a visual on a cab. Can you get a make on who the passenger is? Over.

Patrick: I can't see anything through these unmentionables. TV Announcer: Who's this tacky tourist turning up in taxi? Why, it's none other than that mortal enemy of Mermaid Man and Barnacle Boy, the evil Man Ray! Man Ray: Hey, dude, keep it down. I'm not doing any evil this week. I'm on vacation! TV Announcer: Really? Man Ray: Yes, really.

Aw, he went inside! Patrick, wouldn't it be great to have another friend who could join our Junior Crime Breakers? Ooh, I gotta get a look at him!