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Mr. Krabs: What, no tip? Patrick: Hey, what kind of resort is this? Where's the entertainment? | Oh, uh, you are absolutely right, sir. Presenting the SpongeBob Follies! What the hey. |
Patrick: Boring. Lame. Man: Three, two, one, liftoff. | Well, what do you think? |
Patrick: You are smokin'! | Aw, it was nothing. |
Patrick: No, no, you're really smoking! | What? Oh, no, the Krabby Patty! |
Patrick: My tummy is still lonely. Ahh. Squidward: Ah. Ah, delish. Oh, silly me. I forgot the napkin. And now an elegant meal for an elegant person. Patrick: I am quite refined. Ah! Squidward: What are you doing here? Patrick: I'm on vacation! The last resort I was staying at was a dump, but this place is awesome. Oh, hey, waiter... a napkin, please. | Mr. Star, your meal is ready. Patrick, where is he? Ah! |
Squidward: Patrick, you dimwitted moron, get out of my kitchen! Patrick: Good idea. I think I'll head over to the spa. I could use a massage. Squidward: Get this into your tiny, tiny, little, tiny brain—this is not a resort. It's my house. There is no spa. And you can't get a massage! Patrick: Oh, yeah, that's the spot. Hey, you should get a massage, too. Squidward: Not likely. Ow ow ow ow! What the hey?! Move over. I want a deep tissue treatment and don't forget the feet. Narrator: 5 Hours Later. | So tired. Patrick, what are you doing here? |
Patrick: That resort next door is too crowded. Then I found this place. It's quiet and peaceful. Good night, SpongeBob. Mr. Krabs: Wake up, laddy. | Hmm? Oh, hi, Mr. Krabs. |
Mr. Krabs: You have another nasty old dream? | Mm-mmm. |
Mr. Krabs: Patrick in your bed again? | Mm-hmm. |
Mr. Krabs: Aye. Well, good night, laddy. | Good night, sir. |
Voice: SB-129. Narrator: Ahh, it is Sunday morning in Bikini Bottom, and it is about time for Squidward to practice his clarinet. So get your ear plugs ready. Squidward: I think I'll treat Bikini Bottom to some real music. Yow! | Good morning, Squidward! Wanna go jellyfishing? Great! We'll be right over! |
Squidward: I wonder who that could be. | Ready to go? |
Squidward: No, I'm not ready to go! Patrick: He doesn't wanna play with us. | No, Patrick, he's just not ready. Ready now? |
Squidward: No! | How about now? |
Squidward: No! Huh? | Now? |
Squidward: No! | Now? |
Squidward: No! | How about now? |
Squidward: No! | Now? |
Squidward: No! | Now? |
Squidward: No! | Now? |
Squidward: No! | Now? |
Squidward: No! No! What?! | Ready yet? |
Squidward: No, I'm not ready! I'll never be ready! Don't you get it?! | Sure we do. |
Squidward: What? D'oh...! | Ready? |
Squidward: OUT! Sheesh! Shouldn't you be at work today, SpongeBob?! | I'd love to be at work today! But it's Sunday; the Krusty Krab is closed. |
Squidward: Hold on a second. I'll be right out. Hello...? Ahh, alone at last. SpongeBob and Patrick: Squidward! Squidward? Squidward! Squidward? Oh, Squidward! Squidward! | Well, he's not here. I'll bet that eager-beaver's already down at Jellyfish Fields! |
Squidward: A-ha! They're finally gone! What the...? Locked?! Oh no! Oh... well, someone will realize I'm gone and come looking for me. I'll be out of here in no time. Narrator: 2,000 years later... Sponge-Tron: Holy Krabby Patties! A frozen cephalopod! Squidward: I'll be out of here in no time. Sponge-Tron: Greetings, primitive. Squidward: Sp...SpongeBob? Is that you? Sponge-Tron: SpongeBob? No! I am Sponge-Tron. Welcome to the future! Squidward: What? Sponge-Tron: Welcome to the future! Squidward: Uh, the future... Huh?! O-okay, uh, what's going on here? Why is everything... chrome? Sponge-Tron: Everything is chrome in the future! Squidward: Wha...? Oh, my... Impossible! He's lying! He's right! SpongeTron: Of course I'm right, Squidward! Just ask my clones: Sponge-Trons X, Y, and Z. Squidward: Are the other letters of the alphabet involved here? Sponge-Tron: Sure! All 486 of them! Squidward: Future! Future! Future! Future! Thanks. Now listen! All of you! I don't belong here. This is all a horrible mistake! Please, we've got to do something! Sponge-Trons X, Y, and Z: Jellyfishing! Pat-Tron: Did somebody say, jellyfishing? Sponge-Tron: Hi, Pat-Tron! Squidward: J-just listen to me! I'm not supposed to be here! I've gotta get home to my own time period! I've gotta go! Sponge-Tron: Well, why didn't you just ask? The time machine is down the hall, to the left. Oops! Oh, yeah, that one's the can opener... but try the one on the right. Squidward: Well, I wouldn't've chosen this interior... Oh, what's this? Well, if SpongeBob exists in the future, I'd better go to the past! Squidward: Wow, primitive. Has sort of an old-world charm. Whoa! I guess this is before manners were invented! Well, at least there's no sign of SpongeBrat. Maybe now I can finally be alone with my clarinet. Huh? Huh? What?! Huh!? SpongeBob? Stay back! Uh, no thanks. Uh, hi there. Well, I better be going now. Yes, that's my arm. Oh, that's sweet. What, is it time for your flea bath now? Oh, look, it's just a little jellyfish. Well, I'm going away now. Ah, here's a nice, shady spot, away from those fools! Squidward: What are you simpletons doing?! You're supposed to catch these things, not torture yourself with them! Give me those loincloths! I can't believe it. This oughta make things go a little smoother! Give me those things! You're supposed to catch them, like this! It's called jellyfishing. Ah, finally. Get me outta here! Uh-oh. Time Machine: Loser! Squidward: He's not here. No more SpongeBob. No more! I may finally have found a place where I can be all... ...alone! Voices: Alone! Alone! Alone! Alone! Alone! Alone! Alone! Alone! Alone! Alone! Alone! Alone! Alone! Alone! Alone! Squidward: I gotta get outta of here! Where's the time machine?! Where's anything?! Where, where, where, where?! I wanna go home! I wanna go home! I wanna go home! I wanna go home! I miss Bikini Bottom! I miss my Easter Island head! I even miss SpongeBob! SpongeBob! Patrick! SpongeBob and Patrick: Hi, Squidward. Squidward: Oh, I'm back! I can't believe this. I-I-I was in space, a-and I went to the future, and-and then I went to the past, and-and then-then I was nowhere, but now I'm back, and-and... you don't know how happy I am to see you guys. | Does this mean you wanna go... |
SpongeBob and Patrick: Jellyfishing? Squidward: No! D'oh! Who's the barnacle head who invented that game anyway? SpongeBob and Patrick: You are, Squidward! Squidward: I'm going back. SpongeBob and Patrick: It's here! | Behold, Patrick! The official Goofy Goober Backscratcher! And it only cost me 52 box tops. |
Patrick: Wow. | Ooh. Mm-hmm. Oh... Oh! Whoo! Oh, yeah, that's it! |
Patrick: Let me try! | Uh, Patrick, that's not the backscratcher. That's my arm. |
Patrick: Oh, sorry. | You know, we shouldn't keep this all to ourselves. We should let Squidward try it out. |
Patrick: Yeah! | Onward... to Squidward's house. |
Squidward: Go away! | To Sandy's house. Hey, Sandy, you gotta see this! Sandy? What's going on here?! Sandy, are you okay? What's wrong, Sandy? |
Sandy: They're coming. They're coming. The chimps are coming. | Who? |
Sandy: My bosses. They're coming for an inspection. I've worked day and night for a week, but none of my inventions are any good. If I don't have a real impressive invention by this afternoon, they'll cut my funding, and I'll have to leave Bikini Bottom. | Oh, come on, Sandy. I'll bet you invented lots of useful things. This helmet looks impressive. What's it do? |
Sandy: It lets you talk to nuts. What use is that? | SpongeBob to Peanut. Come in, Peanut. |
Patrick: What's it saying? | It says... It's dark in here. Got anything else, Sandy? |
Sandy: There's my nuttaccino machine. It makes a nice, hot frothy cup of any nut you choose. And lastly, my fully automated nutcracker. Oh, I can't even make a simple nutcracker! | So it's got a few bugs. Patrick and I'll help you fix it. Right, Patrick? Patrick? Everything'll be fine. |
Sandy: Oh, it's no use, SpongeBob! I just have to face facts. I'm leaving Bikini Bottom because... I'm a failure. | We can't let Sandy leave, Patrick! |
Patrick: What'll we do? | They're looking for an invention, right? |
Patrick: Right. | So let's start inventing! |
Patrick: Yeah! | It's time to get serious, Patrick. |
Patrick: Right! I made an invention. It's a stick you can draw or write stuff with. | That's a pencil, Patrick. It's already been invented. |
Patrick: Ooh, ooh, this is a good one! It's a glass ball that lights up so you can see in the dark. | Light bulb, already invented. |
Patrick: SpongeBob, I know this one will work. I've invented a parallel universe. | That's a mirror, Patrick. It's already been invented. |
Patrick: Somebody keeps stealing my ideas! SpongeBob's Reflection: Well, I thought it was a pretty good idea. | Ooh... I give up. I'll never invent anything. |
Sandy: ♪So long, Bikini Bottom, I can't leave without a good-bye. But please don't think bad of me, if'n I start to cry. So long, Bikini Bottom, there's so many things I'll miss, from your smoggy, crowded city, to your stingin' jellyfish. This town is filled with many things, that I've come to love. From the birds that fly upon the ground, to the flowers up above. Farewell, Bikini Bottom, now I really hate to go. 'Cause the things I'll miss the most of all, are the friends I've come to know.♪ | I'm ashamed of myself, Patrick. I gave up too quickly. We'll build Sandy's bosses an invention so amazing, they'll give Sandy funding forever! We've done it, Patrick! We've created the greatest invention the world has ever seen! Patrick, they're here. |
Patrick: Who? | Sandy's bosses. The reason we spent all afternoon inventing! |
Patrick: I have no idea what you're talking about. Chimp #1: Good day, gentlemen. Allow me to introduce ourselves. I am Professor Percy. This is Dr. Marmalade. Dr. Marmalade: At your service. Professor Percy: And this is Lord Reginald. Lord Reginald: Charmed. Patrick: You guys talk funny. Say more words! Professor Percy: We are the board of directors of Tree Dome Enterprises Limited, and we are here to ascertain if Miss Cheek's inventions are up to snuff. | Why, everyone in town has benefited from Sandy's scientific knowledge! Before Sandy showed up, I used to be a scrawny weakling! |
Patrick: And I used to be dumb. Professor Percy: Quite. And whom do I have the pleasure of addressing? | My name is SpongeBob. |
Patrick: And I am Professor Patrick. | Professor? |
Patrick: Doctor Professor Patrick. Don't mind him. You know how interns are. Professor Percy: Where is Miss Cheeks? | She should be back any moment. |
Patrick: I thought she ran away because she couldn't invent anything. | Patrick! |
Patrick: That's Mr. Doctor Professor Patrick to you! | Don't you think it's time to show them Sandy's invention, Mr. Doctor Professor Patrick? |
Patrick: Good idea. | Well? |
Patrick: Hey, you're the unpaid intern. You do the work. | Gentlemen, I can say without exaggeration that this is the most important invention in the history of the universe! I give you... The Automatic Backscratcher, Hair Comber, Nose Picker, and Ukulele Tuner 9000! |
Professor Percy: This is where our research money went? | Uh-huh. Isn't it great?! |
Lord Reginald: An automatic back scratcher, hair comber, nose picker, ukulele tuner. Yes, well, I've heard that claim before. Professor Percy: Yes, how do we know this contraption works? Dr. Marmalade: Let's see a demonstration. Patrick: Step right up. You look like you've been neglecting your personal hygiene. Lord Reginald: Me? Are you sure this is safe? Patrick: As sure as I'm a doctor professor. | Patrick, don't you think we should test it? |
Patrick: Okay. | That's not exactly what I had in mind! |
Professor Percy: Lord Reginald, are you all right? Lord Reginald: Oh I say, this is splendid. Oh, absolutely splendid. What's this? Oh marvelous. This machine has evacuated my nostrils of unwanted residue in a manner most pleasant. | Good work, Mr. Doctor Professor Patrick. |
Patrick: Thank you, lowly assistant. Lord Reginald: Oh I say, now it's feeding me delicious pudding! | Pudding? I don't remember that part of the invention. |
Lord Reginald: Now it's tuning my ukulele! Ouch! I say, was that necessary? You sir, are impertinent. Oh, dear. Dr. Marmalade: Lord Reginald, are you all right? Um sorry, was that a yes? Professor Percy: Mr. Doctor Professor Patrick, what is the meaning of this? Patrick: It's okay. The horrible screaming means that it's working! | Oh I really wish Sandy were here. |
Bus Driver: All aboard! Sandy: Will this bus take you somewhere when you've got nowhere else to go? Bus Driver: It sure does. We make stops in Quittersville, Failuretown, and Loserburg. Sandy: What in tarnation?! What's with all the monkey business?! (Patrick laughs) | Sandy! |
Sandy: SpongeBob! What the heck is going on here?! Lord Reginald: Ouch. Patrick: It works! It works! Professor Percy: Lord Reginald, are you all right? Lord Reginald: I seem to have ruptured my pomposity. Professor Percy: We shall commence closure of this establishment immediately. Dr. Marmalade: Frankly, I'm beginning to question the economic benefits of underwater treedomes. Doesn't make much sense once you get right down to it. | I'm sorry, Sandy. We were trying to keep you in Bikini Bottom, but all we did was ruin your chances to stay. |
Sandy: I was about to be fired anyway. Thanks for trying to help, SpongeBob. You, too, Patrick. Patrick: That's Mr. Doctor Professor Patrick. Sandy: Don't push it. Patrick: Sorry. Professor Percy: We are departing, Dr. Marmalade. Dr. Marmalade: My word, all of this excitement has drastically reduced my potassium levels. Good gracious! Can it be? Professor Percy: Try it again. Lord Reginald: Oh! It is! It is! It's the banana peeler we have been searching 117 years for! | Wow Sandy, they're going bananas for your nutcracker! |
Sandy: Yeah. Professor Percy: Well, Miss Cheeks, I must say you have exceeded expectations. Lord Reginald: It may be the extreme head trauma I've suffered, but I am going to offer you a 20-year contract with a substantial pay raise. Sandy: I accept. SpongeBob and Patrick: Hooray! Professor Percy: I expect great things out of you, Miss Cheeks. Great things. Lord Reginald: Perhaps you could put your talents toward that automatic poop-throwing machine that's eluded us for so long. Dr. Marmalade: Now, now, one miracle at a time. All Chimps: Goodbye! Sandy: Well, the only thing left is to figure out what to do with this infernal contraption. Patrick: My turn. Whoo-hoo! All right! Mr. Krabs: SpongeBob? SpongeBob! Wake up, boy! You're burning me money! | Mr. Krabs, what do we do? |
Mr. Krabs: Here, use this! Mr. Krabs and Fireman: Hooray! Mr. Krabs: SpongeBob, come into me office. What's wrong, boy? | Well, I. |
Mr. Krabs: This is the fourth time this week I've had to scrape you off of something. | Well, I've been thinking. |
Mr. Krabs: We need to get you thinking about work. | No offense, Mr. Krabs, but I've been thinking about giving up my cold industrial life in favor of a more natural and free life among the jellyfish. |
Mr. Krabs: Ah, SpongeBob, you wouldn't last even one day in the wild. This is your natural habitat. This is your wide open range. These are your amber waves. And thisoh, this is your golden scepter, with which you rule! That's better than nasty old jellyfish, right, SpongeBob? SpongeBob? | I can too last more than one day. I'll show him. Aw, barnacles! |
Mr. Krabs: SpongeBob, wait! Oh, he'll be back, alright. He'll be back. | And Squidward, I want you to have my can opener. |
Squidward: And I thought this friendship would never pay off. Patrick: Are-are-are-are you sure you want to give me this mayonnaise? | It's all yours. |
Patrick: A-a-and these old phone books? | All yours, old friend. Patrick, there is one more thing I want you to have. |
Patrick: Ol' Reliable? Sandy: Howdy, y'all. Hey, SpongeBob, you having a garage sale? | No, Sandy, I'm giving up my material possessions to live in the wild with the jellyfish. |
Sandy: SpongeBob, of all the crazy schemes. Why would you want to live among the jellyfish? They're cold and mean and none too bright. | Oh, oh, Sandy. That's exactly the response I would expect from someone who lives the sham of a life I once lived. I'm gonna prove I don't need all this stuff to be happy. Maybe someday you'll wise up and join me. Goodbye. I won't be needing these. Buzz, buzz, buzz. |
Squidward: He took off his pants. Sandy: I'll give him a week. Squidward: I'll give him eleven minutes. Patrick: Patrick sad! | I'm home. I'm home! I'm home! I'm home, I'm home, I'm home, I'm home, I'm home, I'm home, I'm home, I'm home, I'm home! Brothers and sisters, wait for me! Buzz buzz. Buzz buzz. Okay, I'm here! Wait, I just got here. My jellyfish instincts tell me to go... ...that way. Buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz. This is the life. Hey, everybody, buzz buzz. Buzz to you. Buzz, buzz, nice current today. Hey, what's the buzz? Hello, I'm JellyBob, and you are? Uhh... nice to meet you. |
Sandy: Here, Patrick, have a Krabby Patty! There he is, Patrick. Say your line! Patrick: Why, thank you, Sandy, I would love one. Too bad SpongeBob isn't here. These are his favorites. I sure wish he'd come home. I can't do it! SpongeBob! Come back! | Patrick, I'm not coming home. |
Patrick: I miss you! Sandy misses you! Even Squidward misses you! | I'm happy here. This is my home now. |
Patrick: No! SpongeBob! | Hey, everybody! I'm back! I think I'm getting the hang of this. Patrick! What are you doing? |
Patrick: If I can't have you as a friend, I'm gonna make you a trophy! I even picked out this nice jar for you! | Patrick! Go home! I'm a jellyfish now! |
Patrick: I can see you there! I still see you! You're gonna look good on my mantel! Friends forever, SpongeBob! I got you now, SpongeBob! | Patrick! No! |
Patrick: Okay! So this is the way it's gonna be. I hope you're happy! | Well, that's over. Back to jellyfish matters. Mmm, jelly. Ah, my jellyfish brethren are returning. Greetings, comrades! Being a jellyfish sure is fun. Buzz. Buzz. Buzz. Hey! Eww, I'm itchy! Itchy, why am I so itchy! Ah! Poison sea urchins! Ow, ow, oh, itches. Ow, ow, itches. Buzz. Buzz. Buzz. Krabby Patties. Sandy. What have I done? I had a great life and friends, and I gave all of that up. |
All: Welcome home, SpongeBob! | You guys are the best! I made a huge mistake. Please forgive me! |
Mr. Krabs: Ah, quit your blubbering and have a Krabby Patty. | Don't mind if I do. |
Mr. Krabs: And I'll see you at work first thing tomorrow morning. | Aye, aye, captain! |
Squidward: SpongeBob, do us all a favor. | Don't mind if I do. Ta-da. Aww. |
Squidward: Okay, that's enough. Gary: Meow. Squidward: Can we please stop this? Patrick: Patrick itchy! | It is great to be home! |
Patchy: Ahoy, mateys! Today I'll be spinning a tale you won't soon forget. It's called SpongeBob SquarePants Vs. The Patty Gadget. Now, SpongeBob was workin', his eye on the grill, 'til he heard a sharp sound that gave him a chill. | What's going on? What could it mean? |
Patchy: Wow, it's a deep-fry patty cookin' machine! And hiding behind it, who do we see? None other than Squidward and his bad face acne. Squidward: Hey! Mr. Krabs: What's is this contraption you've hauled into me place? Squidward: A miracle, a marvel! It'll cook Krabby Patties at a fabulous pace! Mr. Krabs: But how are the patties? I mean, how do they taste? Squidward: I'll let you try one. Shove this in your face. Mr. Krabs: I have to admit, that patty was yummy, though it sits like a rock when it lands in me tummy. But I've got me a fry cook, and he's always on time. Squidward: Ah, but this gizmo is faster, and you won't pay it a dime. Mr. Krabs: Your machine sounds delightful. But how much does it cost? Squidward: Hmm, just fire SpongeBob and tell him, Get lost! Patchy: The machine wanted his job to make SpongeBob quit. But SpongeBob didn't like it. No, not one bit. Pushing his grill, SpongeBob burst through the door. | I challenge your gadget! I declare patty war! |
Patchy: With three little words, Krabs started the show. Flag raised in the air, he cried... Mr. Krabs: Ready, set, go! Patchy: Quick as a flash, Squidward pulled the big lever, and sat back and watched feeling oh so quite clever. SpongeBob, with spatula held tight in his fist, flung twenty patties, not a single one missed. The crowd was impressed. Sandy: Wow! Patchy: They cheered full of glee! All except Patrick, who had to go pee. Patchy: A noise and a clatter came from the machine, and out popped the patties in a burst of hot steam. The gadget was fast, its first batch completed, but SpongeBob yelled out... | I won't be defeated! |
Patchy: He took in some air. SpongeBob swelled his physique. Then dozens of patties filled up his cheeks. He strained and he sweated. He summoned his will, and shot Krabby Patties right onto the grill! Squidward: Not bad! Patchy: Yelled out Squidward. Squidward: A really good try. But let's see how you do against my machine set on high! Narrator: The gizmo, it shuddered, it clattered, it shook! And as Squidward laughed: Squidward: Ha-ha! Patchy: Sandy said... Sandy: What a schnook! Patchy: But SpongeBob cried out... | I won't lose to that thing! |
Patchy: Then he raised up two spatulas and leapt like a spring. His hands were a blur, the patties went flying. He fried up a hundred without even trying. Squidward was worried, SpongeBob couldn't be beat! Squidward: I got one last chance, I'll turn up the heat! Patchy: He struggled and strained 'til his face turned dark blue. Then the lever moved forward and broke right in two! The gadget buckled and sparked, it cracked like a gun. So Squidward took off, yelling... Squidward: Let me know if I've won! Patchy: Lightning flew from its maw, it looked ready to burst. But SpongeBob, still standing, yelled... | Foul beast, do your worst! |
Patchy: The patties came flying, by twos and by threes, by dozens, by hundreds, oh, it was something to see! Aye, that machine, it was fast, but SpongeBob was faster. He proved to that thing that he was its master! The gadget blew into bits and died with a boom. The blast was so loud, it woke King Neptune! King Neptune: What was that? Patchy: It was all over, finished and done. With his head held up high, SpongeBob knew he had won. The crowd yelled, Hooray, Squidward's name is now mud! But as they were cheering, SpongeBob fell with a thud. The service was short, tears shed with regret. Squidward, it seemed, was the one most upset. | Whoo! Yeah! |
Patchy: What's that? You thought SpongeBob was buried down there? They just buried the gadget! Ha-ha! This I swear! Well, that ends me tale, straight from the book. Now I gotta go and polish me hook! Customers: Just go! Oh, no. Bubble Bass: Yes, I will have a quad patty, with a sprinkling of Himalayan salt, smoked paprika, and micro greens. Squidward: Gimme a quad— Bubble Bass: Hold on. I'm not finished with my order. Customers: Aw, come on! Bubble Bass: I would like my patties be-cheesed, but not just any cheese will do. Have you any aged gouda? And yes, it is pronounced how-uda, not goo-da. Mr. Krabs: Just eat the regular Krabby Patty and stop wasting everybody's time! | Mr. Krabs! You know we don't treat our customers like that. It says right here, in the Krusty Krab manual. The customer is always right, when they have money. |
Mr. Krabs: Oh! Such wise and beautiful words. Thanks for reminding me, SpongeBob. | I'm here to serve, Mr. Krabs. |
Mr. Krabs: Ketchup waster! Oh! Sorry, SpongeBob. I didn't mean it. No more outbursts. I'll be nice Mr. Krabs, I promise. Squidward: Your napkin. Mr. Krabs: Waster! | Hmm? Ow! Mr. Krabs! You gotta calm down! |
Mr. Krabs: Oh! I'll murder-lize him! Larry: Relax, little crab guy. Mr. Krabs: Get your muscled mitts off me! Get off! Get... Larry: That's right. Give in to the healing power of my pecs. | I feel so secure. |
Larry: All better? Squidward: What? You let him go? We're all dead! Ow! The grill's still on! Mr. Krabs: I don't know what's wrong with me. The Krusty Krab's just been so busy. I never seem to get a break. Larry: Sounds like someone needs a vacation. Mr. Krabs: I—I could use some me time. | And don't worry. Squidward and I can take care of the Krusty Krab while you're gone. |
Mr. Krabs: Hmm... | Order up! |
Mr. Krabs: I'm sorry, but I can't leave you guys in charge. I need a strong man to run this place—someone who's a rock and can really handle the load, you know? But who has that kind of strength, hmm? | Psst, psst! |
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