rqchao/spongebob · Datasets at Hugging Face

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Mini Squid: Of course, I am. I love to work! Sandals: Who is that little fellow with SpongeBob? Suzy Fish: I don't know, but isn't he handsome? Sandals: Yeah, he is handsome. Ahem. Squidward: Oh, sorry, sir. Can I take your order? Sandals: No. I don't like your attitude, bub. Is this what the Krusty Krab calls friendly service? Mini Squid: Sorry, sir. Can I take your order? Sandals: Now that's more like it. Finally, a server with a good attitude. Mini Squid: Well, thank you very much. Sandals: I'll take eight dozen of your finest patties, please. But don't let old chowder pants over there touch them. He might taint the patties. Squidward: Fine then. Do my work for me. Squidward: I'm starting to like this Mini Squid doing my work, keeping SpongeBob off my back. I could get used to this.	Order up, Mini Squid!
Mini Squid: Okay, SpongeBob. Always happy to help.	Here you go, pal! Go get em', tiger!
Mini Squid: Okay, now, who had the Krabby Patty, and who had the Krabby Patty? Squidward: What the...? That's my joke! Sandals: Wow, honey, this new Mini Squidward is such a card! Suzy Fish: And a great waiter, dear. Sandals: Yeah. You're right. So much better than that old, lousy, larger-scale Squidward. Suzy Fish: Yeah! Bring that little fella over here and let me give him a $300 dollar tip! Squidward: What? All right, all right! That's enough! My break is finished. Squidward: Oh boy! Back to work! Mr. Krabs: Hold on a second, there. Squidward: Oh, Mr. Krabs. Mr. Krabs: Uh... Squidward, me cephalopod, I'm sorry to tell you this — well, not that sorry — the customers prefer the new smaller Squidward to you. And so do I! 'Cause he's making me some bucks! So I'm changing your job to busboy, effective immediately. Now pipe down and watch how it's done. Mini Squid: Hey, everybody! I'm Squidward and I love to dance. Jimmy Gus: I, for one, love to watch people dance while I eat. Who's with me? Who wants Mini Squidward to dance for our amusement? Mini Squid: Well, gosh, okay. Squidward: What's the big deal? Those are all my moves! Ta-da! Fred: Talk about no talent! Harold: Maybe Squidward should get sized-reduction surgery so he'll dance better! Squidward: That Mini Squid... Mini Squid: Everybody dance! Squidward: That was awful! Squidward: He stole my jokes... he stole my job... he stole my standing ovation! You little wooden fiend! Stop stealing my life! Milo: Stop, stop! Don't gnaw on the head of my new client, please! You don't know what you're doing. Are you mad? Have mercy! Squidward: Wait a minute. I've seen you before. You're that music agent that represents my favorite clarinet player. Milo: Salutations! I'm Milo J. Finkerfish: manager for Curly Bubbles Records. Squidward: You mean you're here to sign me up for a record deal? Milo: The answer to that question is a big N-O. This little fella on the other hand is woo-hoo woo-hoo good! We're offering him a million dollar contract and a sequin suit. Squidward: A sequin suit?! That's what you're supposed to offer me! Why take a cheap knock off when you can have the original. Squidward: Now, where do I sign? Milo: Yeah, right, kid!	Well, ol' Mini Squidward, I guess this is it. We've had some good times playing charades and dancing around like two giddy butterflies! Remember?
Mini Squid: Yep, those were the days.	But I guess it's time for you to move on, huh? Onto greener pastures. Arrivederci, mon frere.
Milo: Alright, kid, let's go become a sensation. Oh, and I'll see you at the Clammy Awards. Oh no, I guess I won't.	Bye-bye! What's the matter, actual-size Squidward?
Squidward: My dreams are crushed. But, hey, at least I won't have to see that Mini Squid ever again!	Yeah, I have something even better! Another me! You're nothing! Is all that grime meant to scare me, Mr. Mirror? I've met sardines tougher than you are. Time to put you in your place. Looking good, mirror! Sorry about the harsh words. Now to attack these floors!
Mr. Krabs: Are you kidding? He's an absolute treasure to have around the restaurant!	Sounds like Mr. Krabs is bragging about me again to his associates.
Mr. Krabs: And he's been with me for such a long time now.	I am.
Mr. Krabs: But I'm afraid I'm gonna have to let the little guy go today.	Yep, he's gonna have to-- What? Let the little guy go?! Little guy? Who's the little guy? It must be either me, or Squidward! Phew! I am taller. You're the little guy, Squidsy!
Squidward: No, and I want you to stop calling me Squidsy.	Oh, Squidward looked taller there for a second. Better get a more accurate measurement.
Squidward: What do you think you're doing?	Oh, just seeing which one of us is the little guy... ...and it looks like it is you!
Squidward: No, I'm not!	Squidward, wait! We haven't measured with my legs at full extension yet!
Squidward: I don't care! Now get back in the kitchen!	You'll care when you find out what's gonna happen to the little guy. Whoa! Oh, who am I kidding? I need to face the facts. Face the facts that I'm the little guy! And that Mr. Krabs is letting me go today.
Squidward: Krabs is letting you go today? As in I won't have to work with you ever again.	Goodbye, Krusty Krab. Goodbye, life as I know it.
Mr. Krabs: Yeah, as much as I don't like doing it, I have to let him go. Gotten too big for his cage. Go on, little guy. Fly away. You'll be missed. Gary:	Oh, what's the use, Gary? I've lost the will to go on! Hi, Patrick.
Patrick: Oh, sorry to interrupt your fit of self-loathing, SpongeBob. I'm just borrowing your refrigerator again.	What happened to yours?
Patrick: Nothing, it's just empty.	Oh, get it out of my sight! Now that I have no means of purchasing food for myself, I do not need a refrigerator.
Patrick: Oh, don't get down on yourself, buddy. You can still purchase food for me.	Oh, no I can't, Patrick. I lost my job today. I won't be able to buy food for you, or Gary, or for anybody!
Patrick: Oh, no! What are you gonna do?!	I don't know! I don't know! I don't know! I've been a fry cook for so long I... I don't think I can do anything else.
Patrick: I know, SpongeBob! Just do what I do when I'm looking for a job. Kick back, watch some TV, and chug down a carton on Drinkable Sausage! Gary:	Good, Gary! There had to be some job openings in the classifieds. Whoa! Although, these ads smell a little out of date. I better get some fresh ones. Lawyer, no. Too much arguing. Stunt driver, don't have a boating license. Astronaut, don't like food in a bag. Oh, this one sounds interesting. Bank Teller Needed. That shouldn't be too much of a stretch from fry cooking. 20, 40, 60, 80, 90, 95, 96, 97. Order up! What do you think, boss?
Carpenter: Clam shells! What have you done, boy? I told you to build me a house, not a sandwich!	I guess I'm not a carpenter, Patrick. I need to start fresh. With a job that feels...natural. Something that says, This is a job for a sponge. Any idea where I can find a job like that, Patrick?
Patrick: No. Oh, but, yes! It's so obvious! You should work at the Krusty Krab. They need a fry cook!	I can't, Patrick. That's the job I got fired from, remember?
Patrick: Ohhh. Mayhaps you should talk to the sponge behind you. He looks happy.	That's just a billboard, Patrick.
Patrick: Why don't you get a job as a billboard?	I...don't think that's physically possible, but I could audition to be a sponge model.
Patrick: Fine, do it your way.	Wow! What a setup! Oh, I don't know, Patrick. Maybe this was a mistake. Maybe I don't have the talent.
Patrick: Oh, you have the talent. But do you have the natural ability?	Yeah, but...wait, isn't that the same thing?
Patrick: Why don't you find out?	Wait! I can't do this, Patrick. What if I don't stack up to the competition? Maybe I should just beg Mr. Krabs for my old job back.
Patrick: No way! It's too late for that now. Krabs doesn't need you anymore. This is your chance to prove you don't need him. Now get in there and earn me some groceries! My friend here wants to audition for the sponge model role.	Oh, well, want is a strong word. I'd like an audition, but if you've already cast it, that's fine if you cast it. I think she's already cast it. We'd better go, Patrick.
Casting Director: Hold it. You want the audition, kid? You got it.	I did?
Casting Director: Show me what you got.	Okay. Here goes. Patrick, please? ♪ Laaa! ♪ Sorry.
Casting Director: Okay, okay, okay! Let's get on with this train wreck.	Okay, getting on it. ♪ When you dream upon a wish, you'll be heartened to know, that hope fills your dish, to the brim! ♪
Casting Director: All right, all right. Thank you. I've heard enough.	How'd I do?
Casting Director: Horribly. I've seen clams with more talent than you. But since the role specifically calls for a real sponge, the part is yours. Here's the script. We start shooting tomorrow at 10. Don't be late.	I guess a sponge can make it in this town. I am going to be a star!
News Reporter: I'm standing here with the new face of television, Mr. SpongeBob SquarePants. I'm sure the viewing audience would love to know, how does it feel to be the next big thing?	Fantastic.
Patrick: SpongeBob. Hey, SpongeBob. Did you say something?	Oh, yes I did, Patrick. I said, You're looking at the new face of television.
Patrick: All right!	Well, I better go home and get some beauty sleep.
Patrick: Yeah, beauty sleep!	That's right. You are looking at a changed sponge. But don't worry. I won't forget all the people who held me on the way up.
Mr. Krabs: Afternoon, boy-o!	Ah, just as I was saying. I'd like to thank you for giving me my humble start. I won't forget you.
Mr. Krabs: What was that about? Oh, probably just nonsense and babbling, as usual.	Patrick, when next you see me, it shall be on the television.
Casting Director: Oh, you're back!	A star's first day is his most important.
Casting Director: Great. Let me see if they're ready on set. SpongeBob's here, sir. Uh-huh. Okay, great. Okay, you can go right in.	Yippee! I am ready for my close-up, Mr. Director.
Director: Very well. Lose the pants! Hans! Where's my star?!	Whoa! What's happening? Wh-wh-what's happening?!
Director: In this scene, you'll be cleaning bathroom mixtures.	Okay, so, uh, where's my cleaning utensil?
Director: Don't you get it? You are the cleaning utensil. Roll speed! Charlie: New Sponge Commercial: Take one. Director: Action! Announcer: Oh, no! Your bathroom is a disaster. Get it cleaned up fast with...the new sponge! Household chores are a snap with new sponge. It cleans sinks. Just look at that shine! New sponge cuts through even the toughest grime and grit. New sponge also cleans showers! Ha, ha! That tile looks good as new! But best of all, new sponge can make any toilet sparkle!	Nooo! I can't do this!
Director: Cut!	I'm sorry. I don't think I'm cut out for acting.
Director: Was? You said you were professional actor.	Well, I'm not. I am a fry cook. That's what I am, and that's what I've always been! I'm sorry to waste your time, mister.
Director: Wait! Wait! Mr. Krabs: Ever so gently...	Mr. Krabs! Please let me back, please! I promise I'll do better. Please.
Mr. Krabs: Boy, what are you going on about?!	I heard you on the phone saying you were gonna let the little guy go. But I don't wanna go! Please don't let me go, Mr. Krabs! You're looking at the little guy that doesn't want to go.
Mr. Krabs: All right, boy-o! I won't get rid of ya: on one condition.	Oh, boy! This is the best job in the world!
Hans: Hey, could you keep it down in there? I'm trying to concentrate!	Hi-yah! Oh, sorry, pineapple house. I thought you were someone else. Ah, what a great day at work. Huh? Yeah... I know you're back there, Sandy! And I also know that nobody can hide from Sponge... ...Bob. I got you now! Hi-yah! Well, I guess the coast is clear.
TV: Yeah, shopping's weird. Did you ever go into the seafood aisle and say “Who eats this stuff?	I love this show!
Sandy: Me too!	Hi-yah!
Sandy: Hi-yah!	Hi-yah! Uhh, just a second. Safety first! And now, spin technique!
Sandy: Hi-yah! Yah.	Double overhand squirrel knot!
Sandy: I'm gonna get you tomorrow, SpongeBob!	That'll be the day.
Sandy: Hello? Nice try, SpongeBrain! Yah! Heh, silly me.	Hey, Sandy, have you ever heard the one about the squirrel and the tin cans?
Sandy: I don't think so.	Well, it goes like this! Oh, wait, I forgot the punch line. Oh, yeah! That's a good one, isn't it? What a beautiful day. Beautiful sky. Beautiful plants. Hi plants. Beautiful... pile of cans? Mmm, mmm, Sandy, that is your worst disguise yet.
Sandy: No it's not, SpongeBob. This is! Now, prepare for a long, merciless whooping! Mmmm, my favorite. Volcano Sauce Drop: Eheheheheheh! By the powers of naughtiness, I command this particular drop of hot sauce to be really... really... hot!	Sandy! Wait! Victory is yours.
Sandy: I knew you'd come to your senses, SpongeBob.	Yah.
Sandy: Hi-yah!	Curses!
Customer: With extra cheese. To go! Squidward: Three patties, four large oyster skins, on the double, SpongeBob!	Oh yeah. Gotcha!
Squidward: SpongeBob!	What?
Squidward: I'm going to pretend that didn't happen. Now fill these orders or leave, SpongeBob. We're very busy today!	Order up.
Squidward: SpongeBob! Now are you gonna... Mr. Krabs: Oh, Squidward. I was going through some records back in me office and--Huh? So, you got the hairpiece after all.	Hi-yah!
Fred: My leg!	Thought you could sneak up on me at work, did ya? Well, you can't! ‘Cause I'm fast, I'm mean, and I can do this! Ssss! Took care of her, yes I did. Oh, ahoy, sir!
Mr. Krabs: What was that?	But, sir, she snuck up on me. In my own dojo.
Mr. Krabs: Are you on some new allergy medication, boy?	No, sir. Just practicing my karate, sir. Or kara-tay, as some call it.
Mr. Krabs: Kara-tay? You should be making me money-ay! With your spatu-lae! Now get back to work.	Aye aye, capi-tay. Nice hairpiece, Squidward.
Squidward: SpongeBob, did you get those bathrooms mopped yet?	Yes, ma'am. I mean, sir. I mean, boss. I mean, poobah!
Squidward: Go!	Hah! Sandy!
Mr. Krabs: No more.	But, Mr. Krabs.
Mr. Krabs: Shh! No more of this karate stuff, lad. Or you're fired.	Fired? No more karate? How am I gonna tell Sandy?
Sandy: Hi-yah!	Sandy, wait! I can't. Mr. Krabs said I have to give up karate.
Sandy: Uh-huh. Sure, SpongeBob.	No, no. Really, Sandy. Stop.
Sandy: I'm not falling for it, SpongeBob!	No, really! Please, stop!
Mr. Krabs: What the? SpongeBob!	Ahh, Mr. Krabs!
Mr. Krabs: What did I just get through telling ye, lad?	But I, uhh, she...
Mr. Krabs: SpongeBob, you're fired! Sandy: Huh?	Fired?
Mr. Krabs: Eh? Sandy: SpongeBob? Wait, Mr. Krabs, it's not his fault! It's- it's mine! He tried to tell me, but I wouldn't listen! Give him another chance, please? Mr. Krabs: Hmmm. Alright, me boy, I'll give you a second chance. But no more karate. It's poisoning your mind. Mmm, mammals. Sandy: Aww, shoot, SpongeBob. I guess you ain't fibbing. Aww, that game was getting old anyway. It's not fun anymore. I mean, what's so fun about this?	Nothing. Nothing is fun about that at all!
Sandy: We can find something to do that's almost nine times as fun.	We can? I mean, sure we can. Yeah! Like we can, uhh. We can squeeze things! Woo! How much fun was that?
Sandy: Almost some.	I know! We can act like plants. Photosynthesis. Photosynthesis.
Sandy: Wanna go to the park?	Karate sure is dumb.
Sandy: Yeah, you can say that again.	I feel dumb just thinking about it. Duuuuh! I'm stuuuupiiid! I like karaaateee! Doyeee!
Sandy: You like what?	Not karate.
Sandy: Ha! I don't even know what that is.	Me, too. I don't know what anything is! In fact...
Fisherman: Hi-yah! Hi-yah!	For a second, that sounded like.
Sandy: Karate?	Right now? I mean, no! What is this karate? Uhh, what do you want on your sandwich?
Sandy: Karate.	What did you say?
Sandy: Uhh, mustard. Mustard! I want mustard on my sandwich. There we go.	How many slices of barnacle loaf do you want?
Sandy: One. Just one.	One for you!
Sandy: Hmmm?	And one for me!
Sandy: Ohh, uhh, SpongeBob?	Hmm?
Sandy: Maybe just one more. Uhh, I'm kinda hungry.	Sure thing, Sandy.
Sandy: SpongeBob?	Yeah?
Sandy: Do you think, umm, do you think I could cut this one?	Uhh, sure.
Sandy: Thanks. Hi-yah! Is that enough?	Maybe just one more. Or two!
Sandy: Or three!	Or ten!
Sandy: Ten! Yes, ten! Because we're really hungry!	Right!
Sandy: Right!	Right!
Sandy: Right!	Time for buns!

Mini Squid: Of course, I am. I love to work! Sandals: Who is that little fellow with SpongeBob? Suzy Fish: I don't know, but isn't he handsome? Sandals: Yeah, he is handsome. Ahem. Squidward: Oh, sorry, sir. Can I take your order? Sandals: No. I don't like your attitude, bub. Is this what the Krusty Krab calls friendly service? Mini Squid: Sorry, sir. Can I take your order? Sandals: Now that's more like it. Finally, a server with a good attitude. Mini Squid: Well, thank you very much. Sandals: I'll take eight dozen of your finest patties, please. But don't let old chowder pants over there touch them. He might taint the patties. Squidward: Fine then. Do my work for me. Squidward: I'm starting to like this Mini Squid doing my work, keeping SpongeBob off my back. I could get used to this.

Order up, Mini Squid!

Mini Squid: Okay, SpongeBob. Always happy to help.

Here you go, pal! Go get em', tiger!

Mini Squid: Okay, now, who had the Krabby Patty, and who had the Krabby Patty? Squidward: What the...? That's my joke! Sandals: Wow, honey, this new Mini Squidward is such a card! Suzy Fish: And a great waiter, dear. Sandals: Yeah. You're right. So much better than that old, lousy, larger-scale Squidward. Suzy Fish: Yeah! Bring that little fella over here and let me give him a $300 dollar tip! Squidward: What? All right, all right! That's enough! My break is finished. Squidward: Oh boy! Back to work! Mr. Krabs: Hold on a second, there. Squidward: Oh, Mr. Krabs. Mr. Krabs: Uh... Squidward, me cephalopod, I'm sorry to tell you this — well, not that sorry — the customers prefer the new smaller Squidward to you. And so do I! 'Cause he's making me some bucks! So I'm changing your job to busboy, effective immediately. Now pipe down and watch how it's done. Mini Squid: Hey, everybody! I'm Squidward and I love to dance. Jimmy Gus: I, for one, love to watch people dance while I eat. Who's with me? Who wants Mini Squidward to dance for our amusement? Mini Squid: Well, gosh, okay. Squidward: What's the big deal? Those are all my moves! Ta-da! Fred: Talk about no talent! Harold: Maybe Squidward should get sized-reduction surgery so he'll dance better! Squidward: That Mini Squid... Mini Squid: Everybody dance! Squidward: That was awful! Squidward: He stole my jokes... he stole my job... he stole my standing ovation! You little wooden fiend! Stop stealing my life! Milo: Stop, stop! Don't gnaw on the head of my new client, please! You don't know what you're doing. Are you mad? Have mercy! Squidward: Wait a minute. I've seen you before. You're that music agent that represents my favorite clarinet player. Milo: Salutations! I'm Milo J. Finkerfish: manager for Curly Bubbles Records. Squidward: You mean you're here to sign me up for a record deal? Milo: The answer to that question is a big N-O. This little fella on the other hand is woo-hoo woo-hoo good! We're offering him a million dollar contract and a sequin suit. Squidward: A sequin suit?! That's what you're supposed to offer me! Why take a cheap knock off when you can have the original. Squidward: Now, where do I sign? Milo: Yeah, right, kid!

Well, ol' Mini Squidward, I guess this is it. We've had some good times playing charades and dancing around like two giddy butterflies! Remember?

Mini Squid: Yep, those were the days.

But I guess it's time for you to move on, huh? Onto greener pastures. Arrivederci, mon frere.

Milo: Alright, kid, let's go become a sensation. Oh, and I'll see you at the Clammy Awards. Oh no, I guess I won't.

Bye-bye! What's the matter, actual-size Squidward?

Squidward: My dreams are crushed. But, hey, at least I won't have to see that Mini Squid ever again!

Yeah, I have something even better! Another me! You're nothing! Is all that grime meant to scare me, Mr. Mirror? I've met sardines tougher than you are. Time to put you in your place. Looking good, mirror! Sorry about the harsh words. Now to attack these floors!

Mr. Krabs: Are you kidding? He's an absolute treasure to have around the restaurant!

Sounds like Mr. Krabs is bragging about me again to his associates.

Mr. Krabs: And he's been with me for such a long time now.

I am.

Mr. Krabs: But I'm afraid I'm gonna have to let the little guy go today.

Yep, he's gonna have to-- What? Let the little guy go?! Little guy? Who's the little guy? It must be either me, or Squidward! Phew! I am taller. You're the little guy, Squidsy!

Squidward: No, and I want you to stop calling me Squidsy.

Oh, Squidward looked taller there for a second. Better get a more accurate measurement.

Squidward: What do you think you're doing?

Oh, just seeing which one of us is the little guy... ...and it looks like it is you!

Squidward: No, I'm not!

Squidward, wait! We haven't measured with my legs at full extension yet!

Squidward: I don't care! Now get back in the kitchen!

You'll care when you find out what's gonna happen to the little guy. Whoa! Oh, who am I kidding? I need to face the facts. Face the facts that I'm the little guy! And that Mr. Krabs is letting me go today.

Squidward: Krabs is letting you go today? As in I won't have to work with you ever again.

Goodbye, Krusty Krab. Goodbye, life as I know it.

Mr. Krabs: Yeah, as much as I don't like doing it, I have to let him go. Gotten too big for his cage. Go on, little guy. Fly away. You'll be missed. Gary:

Oh, what's the use, Gary? I've lost the will to go on! Hi, Patrick.

Patrick: Oh, sorry to interrupt your fit of self-loathing, SpongeBob. I'm just borrowing your refrigerator again.

What happened to yours?

Patrick: Nothing, it's just empty.

Oh, get it out of my sight! Now that I have no means of purchasing food for myself, I do not need a refrigerator.

Patrick: Oh, don't get down on yourself, buddy. You can still purchase food for me.

Oh, no I can't, Patrick. I lost my job today. I won't be able to buy food for you, or Gary, or for anybody!

Patrick: Oh, no! What are you gonna do?!

I don't know! I don't know! I don't know! I've been a fry cook for so long I... I don't think I can do anything else.

Patrick: I know, SpongeBob! Just do what I do when I'm looking for a job. Kick back, watch some TV, and chug down a carton on Drinkable Sausage! Gary:

Good, Gary! There had to be some job openings in the classifieds. Whoa! Although, these ads smell a little out of date. I better get some fresh ones. Lawyer, no. Too much arguing. Stunt driver, don't have a boating license. Astronaut, don't like food in a bag. Oh, this one sounds interesting. Bank Teller Needed. That shouldn't be too much of a stretch from fry cooking. 20, 40, 60, 80, 90, 95, 96, 97. Order up! What do you think, boss?

Carpenter: Clam shells! What have you done, boy? I told you to build me a house, not a sandwich!

I guess I'm not a carpenter, Patrick. I need to start fresh. With a job that feels...natural. Something that says, This is a job for a sponge. Any idea where I can find a job like that, Patrick?

Patrick: No. Oh, but, yes! It's so obvious! You should work at the Krusty Krab. They need a fry cook!

I can't, Patrick. That's the job I got fired from, remember?

Patrick: Ohhh. Mayhaps you should talk to the sponge behind you. He looks happy.

That's just a billboard, Patrick.

Patrick: Why don't you get a job as a billboard?

I...don't think that's physically possible, but I could audition to be a sponge model.

Patrick: Fine, do it your way.

Wow! What a setup! Oh, I don't know, Patrick. Maybe this was a mistake. Maybe I don't have the talent.

Patrick: Oh, you have the talent. But do you have the natural ability?

Yeah, but...wait, isn't that the same thing?

Patrick: Why don't you find out?

Wait! I can't do this, Patrick. What if I don't stack up to the competition? Maybe I should just beg Mr. Krabs for my old job back.

Patrick: No way! It's too late for that now. Krabs doesn't need you anymore. This is your chance to prove you don't need him. Now get in there and earn me some groceries! My friend here wants to audition for the sponge model role.

Oh, well, want is a strong word. I'd like an audition, but if you've already cast it, that's fine if you cast it. I think she's already cast it. We'd better go, Patrick.

Casting Director: Hold it. You want the audition, kid? You got it.

I did?

Casting Director: Show me what you got.

Okay. Here goes. Patrick, please? ♪ Laaa! ♪ Sorry.

Casting Director: Okay, okay, okay! Let's get on with this train wreck.

Okay, getting on it. ♪ When you dream upon a wish, you'll be heartened to know, that hope fills your dish, to the brim! ♪

Casting Director: All right, all right. Thank you. I've heard enough.

How'd I do?

Casting Director: Horribly. I've seen clams with more talent than you. But since the role specifically calls for a real sponge, the part is yours. Here's the script. We start shooting tomorrow at 10. Don't be late.

I guess a sponge can make it in this town. I am going to be a star!

News Reporter: I'm standing here with the new face of television, Mr. SpongeBob SquarePants. I'm sure the viewing audience would love to know, how does it feel to be the next big thing?

Fantastic.

Patrick: SpongeBob. Hey, SpongeBob. Did you say something?

Oh, yes I did, Patrick. I said, You're looking at the new face of television.

Patrick: All right!

Well, I better go home and get some beauty sleep.

Patrick: Yeah, beauty sleep!

That's right. You are looking at a changed sponge. But don't worry. I won't forget all the people who held me on the way up.

Mr. Krabs: Afternoon, boy-o!

Ah, just as I was saying. I'd like to thank you for giving me my humble start. I won't forget you.

Mr. Krabs: What was that about? Oh, probably just nonsense and babbling, as usual.

Patrick, when next you see me, it shall be on the television.

Casting Director: Oh, you're back!

A star's first day is his most important.

Casting Director: Great. Let me see if they're ready on set. SpongeBob's here, sir. Uh-huh. Okay, great. Okay, you can go right in.

Yippee! I am ready for my close-up, Mr. Director.

Director: Very well. Lose the pants! Hans! Where's my star?!

Whoa! What's happening? Wh-wh-what's happening?!

Director: In this scene, you'll be cleaning bathroom mixtures.

Okay, so, uh, where's my cleaning utensil?

Director: Don't you get it? You are the cleaning utensil. Roll speed! Charlie: New Sponge Commercial: Take one. Director: Action! Announcer: Oh, no! Your bathroom is a disaster. Get it cleaned up fast with...the new sponge! Household chores are a snap with new sponge. It cleans sinks. Just look at that shine! New sponge cuts through even the toughest grime and grit. New sponge also cleans showers! Ha, ha! That tile looks good as new! But best of all, new sponge can make any toilet sparkle!

Nooo! I can't do this!

Director: Cut!

I'm sorry. I don't think I'm cut out for acting.

Director: Was? You said you were professional actor.

Well, I'm not. I am a fry cook. That's what I am, and that's what I've always been! I'm sorry to waste your time, mister.

Director: Wait! Wait! Mr. Krabs: Ever so gently...

Mr. Krabs! Please let me back, please! I promise I'll do better. Please.

Mr. Krabs: Boy, what are you going on about?!

I heard you on the phone saying you were gonna let the little guy go. But I don't wanna go! Please don't let me go, Mr. Krabs! You're looking at the little guy that doesn't want to go.

Mr. Krabs: All right, boy-o! I won't get rid of ya: on one condition.

Oh, boy! This is the best job in the world!

Hans: Hey, could you keep it down in there? I'm trying to concentrate!

Hi-yah! Oh, sorry, pineapple house. I thought you were someone else. Ah, what a great day at work. Huh? Yeah... I know you're back there, Sandy! And I also know that nobody can hide from Sponge... ...Bob. I got you now! Hi-yah! Well, I guess the coast is clear.

TV: Yeah, shopping's weird. Did you ever go into the seafood aisle and say “Who eats this stuff?

I love this show!

Sandy: Me too!

Hi-yah!

Sandy: Hi-yah!

Hi-yah! Uhh, just a second. Safety first! And now, spin technique!

Sandy: Hi-yah! Yah.

Double overhand squirrel knot!

Sandy: I'm gonna get you tomorrow, SpongeBob!

That'll be the day.

Sandy: Hello? Nice try, SpongeBrain! Yah! Heh, silly me.

Hey, Sandy, have you ever heard the one about the squirrel and the tin cans?

Sandy: I don't think so.

Well, it goes like this! Oh, wait, I forgot the punch line. Oh, yeah! That's a good one, isn't it? What a beautiful day. Beautiful sky. Beautiful plants. Hi plants. Beautiful... pile of cans? Mmm, mmm, Sandy, that is your worst disguise yet.

Sandy: No it's not, SpongeBob. This is! Now, prepare for a long, merciless whooping! Mmmm, my favorite. Volcano Sauce Drop: Eheheheheheh! By the powers of naughtiness, I command this particular drop of hot sauce to be really... really... hot!

Sandy! Wait! Victory is yours.

Sandy: I knew you'd come to your senses, SpongeBob.

Yah.

Sandy: Hi-yah!

Curses!

Customer: With extra cheese. To go! Squidward: Three patties, four large oyster skins, on the double, SpongeBob!

Oh yeah. Gotcha!

Squidward: SpongeBob!

What?

Squidward: I'm going to pretend that didn't happen. Now fill these orders or leave, SpongeBob. We're very busy today!

Order up.

Squidward: SpongeBob! Now are you gonna... Mr. Krabs: Oh, Squidward. I was going through some records back in me office and--Huh? So, you got the hairpiece after all.

Hi-yah!

Fred: My leg!

Thought you could sneak up on me at work, did ya? Well, you can't! ‘Cause I'm fast, I'm mean, and I can do this! Ssss! Took care of her, yes I did. Oh, ahoy, sir!

Mr. Krabs: What was that?

But, sir, she snuck up on me. In my own dojo.

Mr. Krabs: Are you on some new allergy medication, boy?

No, sir. Just practicing my karate, sir. Or kara-tay, as some call it.

Mr. Krabs: Kara-tay? You should be making me money-ay! With your spatu-lae! Now get back to work.

Aye aye, capi-tay. Nice hairpiece, Squidward.

Squidward: SpongeBob, did you get those bathrooms mopped yet?

Yes, ma'am. I mean, sir. I mean, boss. I mean, poobah!

Squidward: Go!

Hah! Sandy!

Mr. Krabs: No more.

But, Mr. Krabs.

Mr. Krabs: Shh! No more of this karate stuff, lad. Or you're fired.

Fired? No more karate? How am I gonna tell Sandy?

Sandy: Hi-yah!

Sandy, wait! I can't. Mr. Krabs said I have to give up karate.

Sandy: Uh-huh. Sure, SpongeBob.

No, no. Really, Sandy. Stop.

Sandy: I'm not falling for it, SpongeBob!

No, really! Please, stop!

Mr. Krabs: What the? SpongeBob!

Ahh, Mr. Krabs!

Mr. Krabs: What did I just get through telling ye, lad?

But I, uhh, she...

Mr. Krabs: SpongeBob, you're fired! Sandy: Huh?

Fired?

Mr. Krabs: Eh? Sandy: SpongeBob? Wait, Mr. Krabs, it's not his fault! It's- it's mine! He tried to tell me, but I wouldn't listen! Give him another chance, please? Mr. Krabs: Hmmm. Alright, me boy, I'll give you a second chance. But no more karate. It's poisoning your mind. Mmm, mammals. Sandy: Aww, shoot, SpongeBob. I guess you ain't fibbing. Aww, that game was getting old anyway. It's not fun anymore. I mean, what's so fun about this?

Nothing. Nothing is fun about that at all!

Sandy: We can find something to do that's almost nine times as fun.

We can? I mean, sure we can. Yeah! Like we can, uhh. We can squeeze things! Woo! How much fun was that?

Sandy: Almost some.

I know! We can act like plants. Photosynthesis. Photosynthesis.

Sandy: Wanna go to the park?

Karate sure is dumb.

Sandy: Yeah, you can say that again.

I feel dumb just thinking about it. Duuuuh! I'm stuuuupiiid! I like karaaateee! Doyeee!

Sandy: You like what?

Not karate.

Sandy: Ha! I don't even know what that is.

Me, too. I don't know what anything is! In fact...

Fisherman: Hi-yah! Hi-yah!

For a second, that sounded like.

Sandy: Karate?

Right now? I mean, no! What is this karate? Uhh, what do you want on your sandwich?

Sandy: Karate.

What did you say?

Sandy: Uhh, mustard. Mustard! I want mustard on my sandwich. There we go.

How many slices of barnacle loaf do you want?

Sandy: One. Just one.

One for you!

Sandy: Hmmm?

And one for me!

Sandy: Ohh, uhh, SpongeBob?

Hmm?

Sandy: Maybe just one more. Uhh, I'm kinda hungry.

Sure thing, Sandy.

Sandy: SpongeBob?

Yeah?

Sandy: Do you think, umm, do you think I could cut this one?

Uhh, sure.

Sandy: Thanks. Hi-yah! Is that enough?

Maybe just one more. Or two!

Sandy: Or three!

Or ten!

Sandy: Ten! Yes, ten! Because we're really hungry!

Right!

Sandy: Right!

Right!

Sandy: Right!

Time for buns!