rqchao/spongebob · Datasets at Hugging Face

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Patrick: A starfish! Squidward: Patrick, you're already a starfish. Patrick: See, Squidward? It works! You try! Squidward: Okay, let's see. I'm imaging myself watching TV... ...and there it is! Can I have it, SpongeBob?	Sure, Squidward.
Squidward: Oh boy, oh boy, oh boy!	Okay, Squidward, but if you change your mind, we'll be in this box!
Patrick: Let's play Mountain Climbing Adventure!	Let's go for it! Gloves!
Patrick: Check.	Hats!
Patrick: Check.	Underwear!
Patrick: Uh... check!	Okay, Patrick, climb up there and secure this rope.
Patrick: You got it!	Patrick! Patrick! Patrick, you're going too high!
Squidward: I hope they put some air holes in that box.	Take it easy, Patrick, you've got to acclimate!
Patrick: I'll take it easy when I'm dead! I'm shaking hands with Neptune! Whoo! Excelsior! Squidward: Now where's that remote? Patrick: I am the lizard king! Whoo!	Patrick? Patrick? Patrick! I think we should keep our voices down! We might start an avalanche!
Patrick: What?	I said, I think we should keep our voices down in case of avalanches!
Patrick: What should we keep down? Squidward: Morons.	Our voices!
Squidward: Will you two shut up?! Sponge... Bob? Patrick: Hold me.	Hang in there buddy, the chopper's on the way!
Patrick: SpongeBob! My legs are frozen solid! You're going to have to cut them off with a saw!	No, Patrick, I can't do that!
Patrick: Why not?	Because I already cut off my own arms!
Patrick: Nooooo! Squidward: What the? How were you two making that noise?	What noise, Squidward?
Patrick: I could only hear the sound of our laughter. Squidward: Yes! But those sound effects: the avalanche, the, the, the... Patrick: Don't forget the second avalanche. Squidward: Forget it. I don't know why I'm wasting my time out here when I could be watching my brand new television. Pilot Inside Box: Attention climbers, please hold on! The saws are on the way! SpongeBob and Patrick: Yay! Squidward: Grrrr... Aha! How are you two doing that?	First we establish a base camp at 15,000 feet...
Squidward: The noises! How are you two making those noises? Patrick: That's easy. All you need is a box.	And... ...imagination.
Squidward: Are you trying to say that I have no imagination? I have more imagination... ...in one tentacle than you two have in your whole bodies. Patrick: That's good. Now all you need is a box. Squidward: I'll show them! There's got to be one in here! Ah! This hat box should do nicely. Why haven't I worn this yet? Policeman Inside SpongeBob and Patrick's box: Attention! We have you surrounded! Come out with your hands up! Squidward: What do they want with me? What did I do? Obviously I violated some new boxing law! Look officers, everything's okay. I won't do it again! Criminal Inside Box: You'll never take me alive, coppers! Man Inside Box: No, Johnny! Don't do it! Patrick: Whoopee! Another box! Squidward: I got to try to relax. Perhaps I can drown out their childish games with a little TV. Male TV narrator: It is here that the boxes reach their final stage of assembly. Professor: The equation is demonstrated here by this box. Man: I couldn't afford a present this year, so I got you this box. Woman: That's what I got you! Squidward: Isn't there anything on that isn't about boxes?! Announcer: And welcome back to Championship Boxing. Squidward: Heh-heh, I guess this is okay. I mean, it's not really about boxes. I give up. Astronaut Inside SpongeBob and Patrick's Box: 3... 2... 1... blast off! Squidward: How are they doing that? That was the most realistic space launch I ever heard! There must be an explanation. Think, Squidward, think!	Shh! Squidward's such a jerk.
Squidward: Laugh at me, will they? All right, where is it? Patrick: Here I am!	Where's what, Squidward?
Squidward: Don't Where's what, Squidward? me! Where's the tape recorder?	We don't have a tape recorder, Squidward!
Squidward: Don't We don't have a tape recorder, Squidward! me!	But we don't!
Patrick: We have a tape recorder box. Squidward: All right, make way you two, I'm coming in.	Welcome aboard, Squidward! You've just set sail on the S.S... ...Imagination... where our only destination is fantastic adventure! Where do you want to go first?
Squidward: No, no. Don't mind me, I'm just here to observe.	Squidward, don't you see? Waiting and watching? That's not what the box is about! It's about... ...imagination.
Squidward: All right, fine! Take me to Robot Pirate Island! I wanna arm-wrestle with cowboys on the moon! Just do it so I can get back and watch TV!	Okay, Squidward! Robot Pirate Island it is!
Patrick: Beep-beep-beep.	Arr.
Patrick: Beep-boop-bee-boop.	Ahoy matey!
Patrick: Beep-beep.	For that you'll walk the plank!
Squidward: Why won't this thing turn on?! All right, fine. If you don't want to show me, I don't care! I've got better things to do than pace the floor wondering how you two work this thing. How do those two work that thing? There's got to be a secret button or a switch or something! I mean, listen to that! Now, that sounds like Robot Pirate Island! Think, Squidward, think! I got it: when those two go to bed, I'll sneak in there and find that button! I'll wait all night if I have to! Patrick: I need sleep to refuel my imagination tanks!	I still can't believe those pirates beat all those robots.
Patrick: Yeah, see you in the morning.	Good night, Patrick.
Squidward: Hello, what's this? This plaque is to commemorate the brave pirates who gave their lives to keep this box safe from the Robot Menace. Lest we forget... Ohh! I've got to find that button quick! It's got to be around here somewhere. I don't see anything! It's just an empty box! Maybe it really was their imagination. Oh... get it together, Squidward! What are you saying? I mean, do I really believe that if I sit here and pretend to drive a race car that I'm suddenly going to start hearing noises? What the...? It actually works! I can't believe it! Ha-ha! Oh boy! This beats TV by a long shot! Whooo-hoo-hoo! This is the most fun I've ever had!	Listen to that, Gary. Squidward finally made the box work after all. That's so great.
Squidward: Vroom! Vroom! Only two more laps to the finish line! I'm in the lead! Out of my way! I'm almost there! Whoo-hoo-hoo! Victory is mine!	Hey, our box is gone!
Patrick: Oh, well.	I know! Let's go see Squidward!
Patrick: I hope he's not too down in the dumps today.	Delivery! Whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa! Delivery.
Security Guard: Will you ever learn how to use those doors?	Never!
Boss: Has anybody seen my delivery?	Delivery coming!
Worker #1: Wow! Nathaniel: Hey!	Oh, I've heard of this. Davy Jones' cubicle. Your delivery, ma'am. Whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa! Whoa! Whew! Oh, no! A delicious Krusty Krab disaster! Call the shore patrol! Get an ambulance! Does anyone know CSR? Chocolate shake resuscitation?
Boss: It's alright. Just leave it.	Here! You can drink it from here! See? It's too late. I did all I could, but it wasn't enough. I'll just clean up the remains.
Boss: Enough! Just go. I'm busy.	In ancient times, one would fall under sword by way of apology. We at the Krusty Krab keep that tradition. And now that that's out of the way, I am going to give you the Krusty Krab Customer Service Pledge of Satisfaction. I pledge to come back here tonight and clean this carpet and make it shine! As a matter of fact, I'll clean all your offices and all your cubicles. Courtesy of the Krusty Krab.
Boss: No need. We have a cleaning robot that does it all at night. Security Guard: No, Mom. I'm not double-checking that the doors are locked. Stop nagging me. I love you too.	Thanks for lending me your cleaning cart, Patrick.
Patrick: Cleaning cart? I thought this was a food cart. Both: Whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa! Patrick: Best door ever!	Hold on!
Trash robot: Trash.	Oh!
Patrick: Don't hit anything!	Look out! Look out!
Patrick: Oh-ho, watch it!	Look out! Look out!
Patrick: Paper shredder! Patrick: Those two shreds are alike.	Let's start here and make our way to the milkshake stain.
Patrick: ♪Working guy, working guy, working guy, working guy.♪ Trash robot: Trash! Trash. Trash. Trash! Patrick: Can I just say, Oops?	Uh, not a problem. Uh, we'll just put 'em all back up the way they were. There. Good as new.
Patrick: Uh, how do we get out of here?	Uh, maybe this way? Oh, uh, or this way. Oh! Missed one.
Trash robot: Trash!	Hey, that's mine! I'm cleaning these offices! Patrick, catch!
Trash robot: Trash! Patrick: No!	Run!
Trash robot: Boo-boo.	Oh no! I'm bleeding! It's okay. It's decaf.
Trash robot: Trash, trash, trash. Patrick: SpongeBob, why is this happening? Trash robot: Trash, trash, trash, trash, trash. Trash. Trash!	Um, eh. Look you, garbage can thing. I don't know what we did to you, but I made a Krusty Krab pledge to your boss to clean these offices.
Patrick: Ow! My rump is roasting!	Hey, Patrick may be trashy, but he's not trash! Ah! Ah! Whoa! Stop that! Whoa! Oh!
Patrick: Hmm, Patrick soup.	Ah! Ah! Whoa! Stop that! Whoa! Oh! Sorry to do this, but you'll have to stay here until we finish cleaning. Here. This should tie you over 'till we're done. Whew, finally! Patrick, meet the main stain that I disdain.
Patrick: Ha, ha, ha!	Oh, what do you know? This cleaner contains saliva enzymes that break down chocolate particles. Hmm. You know if we wanted to, we could just—
Patrick: Way ahead of ya!	Make room!
Trash robot: Eliminate intruders!	Ew. Patrick, stop sweating on me.
Patrick: I ran out of sweat an hour ago. Both: Ahh! Coffee killer!	You again?
Patrick: Oh, good! Soda! I was getting thirsty again.	This is not refreshing!
Patrick: Man, you do not take a bad picture!	Whoa!
Patrick: Hang in there, buddy! Hang in there! Patrick: Hey!	Hey, where'd you get the tank, Patrick?
Patrick: It's what this company makes. Tanks.	How did I not notice that? We'll use these as ammunition!
Trash robot: Retreat! Retreat! Patrick: Hello!	Hey, trash bot!
Trash robot: Yummy, trash.	SpongeBob SquarePants always keeps his word. That carpet is clean.
Patrick: And I helped!	You sure did, buddy! Come on, pal. Let's go get us a snack.
Patrick: Oh, I like that sound, SpongeBob! Security Guard: I quit.	Ah! Guests! Could I offer you some lemonade?
Frankie Billy: Man! That has to be the worst amusement park I have ever been to! I mean, we're lucky to escape with our lives! Harold: I agree! The world will be a much better place when Glove World is gone for good!	Excuse me, did you just mention Glove World?
Frankie Billy: Yeah. Glove World. They're gonna close it. Tomorrow! Forever!	Close Glove World?! Has the world gone mad?!
Frankie Billy: Well, that depends on your definition.	I'm sorry, I gotta go.
Frankie Billy: Wh-wh-wh what about our lemonade?	Patrick!
Patrick: I can't come out now, SpongeBob. I'm taking a shower.	But, Patrick, it's Glove World! They're gonna...
Patrick: Glove World?	Patrick, wait! There it is, Patrick. Glove World.
Patrick: Look at that guy, he must be the owner.	Uh-huh, come on. Excuse us, sir, we heard a horrible rumor that you're gonna close Glove World forever.
Patrick: Close Glove World?! Has the world gone mad?! Glove World Owner: Here, son, take this. You don't wanna catch cold. Patrick: Uh, it feels good.	Ooh, that looks glovely on you, Patrick.
Patrick: Fits like a glove.	Glove size fits all.
Patrick: A penny saved is a penny gloved!	You can leave a glove to gloves, but you can't make it glove.
Patrick: She gloves me, she gloves me not.	All's fair in glove and war.
Patrick: Glove! Glove! Glove! Glove! Glove! Glove! Glove! Glove! Glove! Glove! Glove! Glove! Glove! Glove! Glove! Glove! Glove! Glove. Glove World Owner: Well, enjoy the hat. Now if you folks will excuse me, I have a rickety old theme park to close down.	Then the rumors are true, you are gonna close Glove World!
Glove World Owner: Yep. SpongeBob and Patrick: Nooooo! Glove World Owner: I understand your concern, but really... SpongeBob and Patrick: Nooooo!	Oh, please, Mr. Soon To Be Ex-owner of Glove World. Could you see in your heart, to let us ride all our favorite rides? Just one last time.
Patrick: For all time's ride sake. Glove World Owner: Well, seeing as it's our last day of operation anyway, and as long as the two of you pay the full admission price, sure, go right ahead! SpongeBob and Patrick: Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.	Well, there she is, Patrick. It's time to say goodbye to the Tilt-A-Hurl.
Patrick: Goodbye, Tilt-A-Hurl. SpongeBob & Patrick: Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! Patrick: We'll miss you.	Goodbye, Glove Drop.
Patrick: So many fun memories on this ride.	I know, Patrick, but we have to be brave. Where to next, Patrick?
Patrick: I think you know where, pal.	The Glove Boat. My most favorite ride in the entire glove kingdom. And it's the last time I'm ever gonna ride it.
Patrick: Come on, buddy. Let's take our seats. SpongeBob and Patrick: Wee.	I just don't get it, I mean, why? Why must Glove World close?
Patrick: Beats me. Let's go ride the Ferris Wheel.	Ew, did you hear that?
Patrick: Excuse me.	No, not that it was... oh no, Patrick, look!
Patrick: Oh no! What am I looking at?	The Ferris Wheel. It ripped free of it moorings!
Patrick: Then you mean...	Uh-huh.
Patrick: It somehow ripped free of it moorings! SpongeBob, what are you doing? We must remain seated at all times!	We have to jump before this thing crashes! Come on!
Patrick: Bu-bu-bu-bu? But you know I'm allergic to jumping! You know that!	Patrick, it's now or never! You can do this!
Patrick: I uh, oh, if you say so.	Nice job, Patrick.
Patrick: Thanks!	Look! Whoa, right in the middle of Glove Lake.
Patrick: That's really gonna spoil the view for the residents of Glove Castle.	Patrick, I think the time has come for us to accept reality.
Patrick: We've gone this far, why start now?	All I'm saying is maybe there's a reason Glove World is closing. I mean just look around you. Open your eyes.
Patrick: Okay. Harold (red fish): Move it, slowpoke! Fred: Hey, who you calling slowpoke, you sardine!	See what I mean, Patrick? Glove World is on its last legs.
Patrick: Yeah, or on its last finger.	I just wish there was something we can do.
Patrick: I know what we can do. Let's take a trip to Glove World to cheer ourselves up.	Wait a second. That's it!
Patrick: It is?	Of course, we just have to fix Glove World.
Patrick: We do?	Then everybody will love it again, and then will have no choice but to keep Glove World open. Are you with me?
Patrick: I think so. Yeah, I'm here.	Okay, Patrick, this is it. Do you remember what to say?
Patrick: SpongeBob, I'm not a stupid. Come one, come all, to the new, the improved...	Hall of mirrors.
Patrick: Hall of Mirrors! Nat: Wow, new and improved? Wow, that's fantastic!	It's working.

Patrick: A starfish! Squidward: Patrick, you're already a starfish. Patrick: See, Squidward? It works! You try! Squidward: Okay, let's see. I'm imaging myself watching TV... ...and there it is! Can I have it, SpongeBob?

Sure, Squidward.

Squidward: Oh boy, oh boy, oh boy!

Okay, Squidward, but if you change your mind, we'll be in this box!

Patrick: Let's play Mountain Climbing Adventure!

Let's go for it! Gloves!

Patrick: Check.

Hats!

Patrick: Check.

Underwear!

Patrick: Uh... check!

Okay, Patrick, climb up there and secure this rope.

Patrick: You got it!

Patrick! Patrick! Patrick, you're going too high!

Squidward: I hope they put some air holes in that box.

Take it easy, Patrick, you've got to acclimate!

Patrick: I'll take it easy when I'm dead! I'm shaking hands with Neptune! Whoo! Excelsior! Squidward: Now where's that remote? Patrick: I am the lizard king! Whoo!

Patrick? Patrick? Patrick! I think we should keep our voices down! We might start an avalanche!

Patrick: What?

I said, I think we should keep our voices down in case of avalanches!

Patrick: What should we keep down? Squidward: Morons.

Our voices!

Squidward: Will you two shut up?! Sponge... Bob? Patrick: Hold me.

Hang in there buddy, the chopper's on the way!

Patrick: SpongeBob! My legs are frozen solid! You're going to have to cut them off with a saw!

No, Patrick, I can't do that!

Patrick: Why not?

Because I already cut off my own arms!

Patrick: Nooooo! Squidward: What the? How were you two making that noise?

What noise, Squidward?

Patrick: I could only hear the sound of our laughter. Squidward: Yes! But those sound effects: the avalanche, the, the, the... Patrick: Don't forget the second avalanche. Squidward: Forget it. I don't know why I'm wasting my time out here when I could be watching my brand new television. Pilot Inside Box: Attention climbers, please hold on! The saws are on the way! SpongeBob and Patrick: Yay! Squidward: Grrrr... Aha! How are you two doing that?

First we establish a base camp at 15,000 feet...

Squidward: The noises! How are you two making those noises? Patrick: That's easy. All you need is a box.

And... ...imagination.

Squidward: Are you trying to say that I have no imagination? I have more imagination... ...in one tentacle than you two have in your whole bodies. Patrick: That's good. Now all you need is a box. Squidward: I'll show them! There's got to be one in here! Ah! This hat box should do nicely. Why haven't I worn this yet? Policeman Inside SpongeBob and Patrick's box: Attention! We have you surrounded! Come out with your hands up! Squidward: What do they want with me? What did I do? Obviously I violated some new boxing law! Look officers, everything's okay. I won't do it again! Criminal Inside Box: You'll never take me alive, coppers! Man Inside Box: No, Johnny! Don't do it! Patrick: Whoopee! Another box! Squidward: I got to try to relax. Perhaps I can drown out their childish games with a little TV. Male TV narrator: It is here that the boxes reach their final stage of assembly. Professor: The equation is demonstrated here by this box. Man: I couldn't afford a present this year, so I got you this box. Woman: That's what I got you! Squidward: Isn't there anything on that isn't about boxes?! Announcer: And welcome back to Championship Boxing. Squidward: Heh-heh, I guess this is okay. I mean, it's not really about boxes. I give up. Astronaut Inside SpongeBob and Patrick's Box: 3... 2... 1... blast off! Squidward: How are they doing that? That was the most realistic space launch I ever heard! There must be an explanation. Think, Squidward, think!

Shh! Squidward's such a jerk.

Squidward: Laugh at me, will they? All right, where is it? Patrick: Here I am!

Where's what, Squidward?

Squidward: Don't Where's what, Squidward? me! Where's the tape recorder?

We don't have a tape recorder, Squidward!

Squidward: Don't We don't have a tape recorder, Squidward! me!

But we don't!

Patrick: We have a tape recorder box. Squidward: All right, make way you two, I'm coming in.

Welcome aboard, Squidward! You've just set sail on the S.S... ...Imagination... where our only destination is fantastic adventure! Where do you want to go first?

Squidward: No, no. Don't mind me, I'm just here to observe.

Squidward, don't you see? Waiting and watching? That's not what the box is about! It's about... ...imagination.

Squidward: All right, fine! Take me to Robot Pirate Island! I wanna arm-wrestle with cowboys on the moon! Just do it so I can get back and watch TV!

Okay, Squidward! Robot Pirate Island it is!

Patrick: Beep-beep-beep.

Arr.

Patrick: Beep-boop-bee-boop.

Ahoy matey!

Patrick: Beep-beep.

For that you'll walk the plank!

Squidward: Why won't this thing turn on?! All right, fine. If you don't want to show me, I don't care! I've got better things to do than pace the floor wondering how you two work this thing. How do those two work that thing? There's got to be a secret button or a switch or something! I mean, listen to that! Now, that sounds like Robot Pirate Island! Think, Squidward, think! I got it: when those two go to bed, I'll sneak in there and find that button! I'll wait all night if I have to! Patrick: I need sleep to refuel my imagination tanks!

I still can't believe those pirates beat all those robots.

Patrick: Yeah, see you in the morning.

Good night, Patrick.

Squidward: Hello, what's this? This plaque is to commemorate the brave pirates who gave their lives to keep this box safe from the Robot Menace. Lest we forget... Ohh! I've got to find that button quick! It's got to be around here somewhere. I don't see anything! It's just an empty box! Maybe it really was their imagination. Oh... get it together, Squidward! What are you saying? I mean, do I really believe that if I sit here and pretend to drive a race car that I'm suddenly going to start hearing noises? What the...? It actually works! I can't believe it! Ha-ha! Oh boy! This beats TV by a long shot! Whooo-hoo-hoo! This is the most fun I've ever had!

Listen to that, Gary. Squidward finally made the box work after all. That's so great.

Squidward: Vroom! Vroom! Only two more laps to the finish line! I'm in the lead! Out of my way! I'm almost there! Whoo-hoo-hoo! Victory is mine!

Hey, our box is gone!

Patrick: Oh, well.

I know! Let's go see Squidward!

Patrick: I hope he's not too down in the dumps today.

Delivery! Whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa! Delivery.

Security Guard: Will you ever learn how to use those doors?

Never!

Boss: Has anybody seen my delivery?

Delivery coming!

Worker #1: Wow! Nathaniel: Hey!

Oh, I've heard of this. Davy Jones' cubicle. Your delivery, ma'am. Whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa! Whoa! Whew! Oh, no! A delicious Krusty Krab disaster! Call the shore patrol! Get an ambulance! Does anyone know CSR? Chocolate shake resuscitation?

Boss: It's alright. Just leave it.

Here! You can drink it from here! See? It's too late. I did all I could, but it wasn't enough. I'll just clean up the remains.

Boss: Enough! Just go. I'm busy.

In ancient times, one would fall under sword by way of apology. We at the Krusty Krab keep that tradition. And now that that's out of the way, I am going to give you the Krusty Krab Customer Service Pledge of Satisfaction. I pledge to come back here tonight and clean this carpet and make it shine! As a matter of fact, I'll clean all your offices and all your cubicles. Courtesy of the Krusty Krab.

Boss: No need. We have a cleaning robot that does it all at night. Security Guard: No, Mom. I'm not double-checking that the doors are locked. Stop nagging me. I love you too.

Thanks for lending me your cleaning cart, Patrick.

Patrick: Cleaning cart? I thought this was a food cart. Both: Whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa! Patrick: Best door ever!

Hold on!

Trash robot: Trash.

Oh!

Patrick: Don't hit anything!

Look out! Look out!

Patrick: Oh-ho, watch it!

Look out! Look out!

Patrick: Paper shredder! Patrick: Those two shreds are alike.

Let's start here and make our way to the milkshake stain.

Patrick: ♪Working guy, working guy, working guy, working guy.♪ Trash robot: Trash! Trash. Trash. Trash! Patrick: Can I just say, Oops?

Uh, not a problem. Uh, we'll just put 'em all back up the way they were. There. Good as new.

Patrick: Uh, how do we get out of here?

Uh, maybe this way? Oh, uh, or this way. Oh! Missed one.

Trash robot: Trash!

Hey, that's mine! I'm cleaning these offices! Patrick, catch!

Trash robot: Trash! Patrick: No!

Run!

Trash robot: Boo-boo.

Oh no! I'm bleeding! It's okay. It's decaf.

Trash robot: Trash, trash, trash. Patrick: SpongeBob, why is this happening? Trash robot: Trash, trash, trash, trash, trash. Trash. Trash!

Um, eh. Look you, garbage can thing. I don't know what we did to you, but I made a Krusty Krab pledge to your boss to clean these offices.

Patrick: Ow! My rump is roasting!

Hey, Patrick may be trashy, but he's not trash! Ah! Ah! Whoa! Stop that! Whoa! Oh!

Patrick: Hmm, Patrick soup.

Ah! Ah! Whoa! Stop that! Whoa! Oh! Sorry to do this, but you'll have to stay here until we finish cleaning. Here. This should tie you over 'till we're done. Whew, finally! Patrick, meet the main stain that I disdain.

Patrick: Ha, ha, ha!

Oh, what do you know? This cleaner contains saliva enzymes that break down chocolate particles. Hmm. You know if we wanted to, we could just—

Patrick: Way ahead of ya!

Make room!

Trash robot: Eliminate intruders!

Ew. Patrick, stop sweating on me.

Patrick: I ran out of sweat an hour ago. Both: Ahh! Coffee killer!

You again?

Patrick: Oh, good! Soda! I was getting thirsty again.

This is not refreshing!

Patrick: Man, you do not take a bad picture!

Whoa!

Patrick: Hang in there, buddy! Hang in there! Patrick: Hey!

Hey, where'd you get the tank, Patrick?

Patrick: It's what this company makes. Tanks.

How did I not notice that? We'll use these as ammunition!

Trash robot: Retreat! Retreat! Patrick: Hello!

Hey, trash bot!

Trash robot: Yummy, trash.

SpongeBob SquarePants always keeps his word. That carpet is clean.

Patrick: And I helped!

You sure did, buddy! Come on, pal. Let's go get us a snack.

Patrick: Oh, I like that sound, SpongeBob! Security Guard: I quit.

Ah! Guests! Could I offer you some lemonade?

Frankie Billy: Man! That has to be the worst amusement park I have ever been to! I mean, we're lucky to escape with our lives! Harold: I agree! The world will be a much better place when Glove World is gone for good!

Excuse me, did you just mention Glove World?

Frankie Billy: Yeah. Glove World. They're gonna close it. Tomorrow! Forever!

Close Glove World?! Has the world gone mad?!

Frankie Billy: Well, that depends on your definition.

I'm sorry, I gotta go.

Frankie Billy: Wh-wh-wh what about our lemonade?

Patrick!

Patrick: I can't come out now, SpongeBob. I'm taking a shower.

But, Patrick, it's Glove World! They're gonna...

Patrick: Glove World?

Patrick, wait! There it is, Patrick. Glove World.

Patrick: Look at that guy, he must be the owner.

Uh-huh, come on. Excuse us, sir, we heard a horrible rumor that you're gonna close Glove World forever.

Patrick: Close Glove World?! Has the world gone mad?! Glove World Owner: Here, son, take this. You don't wanna catch cold. Patrick: Uh, it feels good.

Ooh, that looks glovely on you, Patrick.

Patrick: Fits like a glove.

Glove size fits all.

Patrick: A penny saved is a penny gloved!

You can leave a glove to gloves, but you can't make it glove.

Patrick: She gloves me, she gloves me not.

All's fair in glove and war.

Patrick: Glove! Glove! Glove! Glove! Glove! Glove! Glove! Glove! Glove! Glove! Glove! Glove! Glove! Glove! Glove! Glove! Glove! Glove. Glove World Owner: Well, enjoy the hat. Now if you folks will excuse me, I have a rickety old theme park to close down.

Then the rumors are true, you are gonna close Glove World!

Glove World Owner: Yep. SpongeBob and Patrick: Nooooo! Glove World Owner: I understand your concern, but really... SpongeBob and Patrick: Nooooo!

Oh, please, Mr. Soon To Be Ex-owner of Glove World. Could you see in your heart, to let us ride all our favorite rides? Just one last time.

Patrick: For all time's ride sake. Glove World Owner: Well, seeing as it's our last day of operation anyway, and as long as the two of you pay the full admission price, sure, go right ahead! SpongeBob and Patrick: Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.

Well, there she is, Patrick. It's time to say goodbye to the Tilt-A-Hurl.

Patrick: Goodbye, Tilt-A-Hurl. SpongeBob & Patrick: Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! Patrick: We'll miss you.

Goodbye, Glove Drop.

Patrick: So many fun memories on this ride.

I know, Patrick, but we have to be brave. Where to next, Patrick?

Patrick: I think you know where, pal.

The Glove Boat. My most favorite ride in the entire glove kingdom. And it's the last time I'm ever gonna ride it.

Patrick: Come on, buddy. Let's take our seats. SpongeBob and Patrick: Wee.

I just don't get it, I mean, why? Why must Glove World close?

Patrick: Beats me. Let's go ride the Ferris Wheel.

Ew, did you hear that?

Patrick: Excuse me.

No, not that it was... oh no, Patrick, look!

Patrick: Oh no! What am I looking at?

The Ferris Wheel. It ripped free of it moorings!

Patrick: Then you mean...

Uh-huh.

Patrick: It somehow ripped free of it moorings! SpongeBob, what are you doing? We must remain seated at all times!

We have to jump before this thing crashes! Come on!

Patrick: Bu-bu-bu-bu? But you know I'm allergic to jumping! You know that!

Patrick, it's now or never! You can do this!

Patrick: I uh, oh, if you say so.

Nice job, Patrick.

Patrick: Thanks!

Look! Whoa, right in the middle of Glove Lake.

Patrick: That's really gonna spoil the view for the residents of Glove Castle.

Patrick, I think the time has come for us to accept reality.

Patrick: We've gone this far, why start now?

All I'm saying is maybe there's a reason Glove World is closing. I mean just look around you. Open your eyes.

Patrick: Okay. Harold (red fish): Move it, slowpoke! Fred: Hey, who you calling slowpoke, you sardine!

See what I mean, Patrick? Glove World is on its last legs.

Patrick: Yeah, or on its last finger.

I just wish there was something we can do.

Patrick: I know what we can do. Let's take a trip to Glove World to cheer ourselves up.

Wait a second. That's it!

Patrick: It is?

Of course, we just have to fix Glove World.

Patrick: We do?

Then everybody will love it again, and then will have no choice but to keep Glove World open. Are you with me?

Patrick: I think so. Yeah, I'm here.

Okay, Patrick, this is it. Do you remember what to say?

Patrick: SpongeBob, I'm not a stupid. Come one, come all, to the new, the improved...

Hall of mirrors.

Patrick: Hall of Mirrors! Nat: Wow, new and improved? Wow, that's fantastic!

It's working.