rqchao/spongebob · Datasets at Hugging Face

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Patrick: Let's take it from the top. Not so excellent, Squidward. Let me demonstrate the proper technique. On second thought, practice makes perfect. Let's begin. Thank you, my good chap. Unfortunately, this is a solo piece for clarinet only. And 1, 2, 3, 4... Stop! Enough! Find yourself a new mentor!	Now that you have some free-time, let's get some grub.
Patrick: No, SpongeBob, I'm afraid not.	Well, I have a brand new bottle of super-bubbly bubble soap!
Patrick: No, thanks again.	Well, maybe later we can play pirates.
Patrick: Robert, my dear, it's no use. We've just grown apart.	What? What do you mean?
Patrick: I know we've had fun in the past, but we're just not compatible anymore. It's time we went our separate ways...such is life.	But Patrick, you're my best friend!
Patrick: I know it's hard, but brace up, chap.	Yeah.
Patrick: Maybe our paths will cross again someday. Think fondly of me, Mr. SquarePants.	Goodbye... Mr... Best friend! Sandy, you there? I need some professional help. Patrick?
Sandy: Well, Pat, the new you gets an A+. Patrick: Why, thank you, Sandra. I find your intellect rather stimulating as well. Sandy: Oh, really? Well, thanks. Well, Patrick, what do you think about this problem? Patrick: You simply change the literal term to a coefficient and the minuend will achieve the desired quotient. Even the simplest of mammals can figure it out with a little thought. Sandy: What do you mean by that, Patrick? Patrick: I'm merely suggesting you lack the ability to solve remedial equations. Sandy: Are you suggesting I'm dumb? Patrick: I'd use a more sophisticated word like 'impaired'. Sandy: I think you'd better leave. Patrick: I was only trying to help. Sandy: I don't need your kind of help, Mr. know-it-all! I liked you better when you were a barnacle head!	I never thought I'd lose my best friend. How can I compete with geniusness? Ohhhhhh!
Patrick: Surrounded by knowledge and no one to share it with. No one I can call friend. Who's that old chap I used to run with? SpongeBob.	Well, at least Patrick's my friend in my memories.
Patrick: Aww, the glory days. Why have we grown apart? I must apply all that I know to solve this problem! What could it be? What's different? Ah! What?! I'd do anything to have my old buddy back by my side again!	Coming... Patrick, you're kidnapping me?
Patrick: Yes, I am.	Yay! What should we do?
Patrick: We are going to have fun, whatever the cost may be.	Let's do this.
Patrick: Yes, let's have some fun.	Oh, yeah!
Patrick: Oh, absolutely! Are you quite sure I found this activity to be fun?	Yeah! That was fun, huh Patrick?
Patrick: When did the fun go away, SpongeBob?	It went away when you jumped off that cliff and knocked your head clean off.
Patrick: That's it!	That's what? Patrick, what are you doing?
Patrick: I'm going to duplicate my actions from that day to ascertain the origin of my cha...an...nge!	Patrick! Hold on, buddy! There ya go. Don't worry, Patrick. I found your head last time, I'll find it again! Not back there. Not under here. What if I can't find it? Oh, poor headless Patrick! Patrick, your head is back! But, uhh, do you feel different?
Patrick: Quite unchanged, actually.	I guess we'll never have fun together again.
Patrick: You said you found my dislodged cranial cap last time.	Yes.
Patrick: Where exactly did you find it?	Uhh, it was right here.
Patrick: Hmmm, impossible! If I landed here, the trajectory of my dismembered skull would cause it to come to rest, not there, but here, exactly five meters due north.	But if that's your head, then what did I pick up over... Brain Coral! No wonder you got so smart, buddy. Here you go, Patrick, your old head. Are you sure you want to give up being smart and sophisticated to be my friend again?
Patrick: Knowledge can never replace friendship. I prefer to be an idiot!	Not just an idiot, Patrick. You're also my pal. Patrick? Say something, Patrick.
Patrick: Hi, SpongeBob.	Patrick, you're back!
Patrick: Patrick, you're back.	Sounds like Squidward ate at Mario's last night. Good thing no one's around to notice his embarrassing... Those construction workers! Squidward will die of embarrassment if they hear his dilemma! Poor Squidward, he must be in too much pain to make courtesy noises. I'll cover for him! Whoa! Sorry, fellas, this sure is a noisy trowel. Listen to this thing! Ah, I really should get...
Squidward: SpongeBob, can you keep it down? I am trying to hone my musical talent here.	You mean that wasn't gastrointestinal distress?
Squidward: And you guys! Do you really think that billboard is more important than my musical genius? Worker 1: Well, sorry, but some of us rather enjoy the Bikini Bottom Symphony Orchestra. Squidward: Bikini Bottom Symphony Orchestra? Worker 1: And we find their public announcements to be quite interesting. Squidward: Original compositions wanted? Me, a famous composer? Thank you, thank you! That would be nice. Worker 1: Ew! Squidward: Whoo-hooo! Yeah! Yeah!	You've really made him happy.
Worker 2: I know what I've done.	Okay...
Squidward: Okay. Get it together, Squidward. Put your game face on. Ah, that's better. Take your time with this one, Squidward, old boy. Due tomorrow?! Only one day to write my masterpiece!	Don't worry, Squidward, we'll do it together.
Squidward: No! Get out! Patrick, what're you doing here? Patrick: Uhh... I don't know. I'm funny.	Are you sure you don't need any help, Squidward?
Squidward: No, thank you. I am a solitary artist. Patrick: Uhh, SpongeBob...	Yes, Patrick?
Patrick: I think I broke my bottom.	Broke your bottom, oh, Patrick, you're a card! Whoa!
Patrick: Yeah! Ah. Much better.	Hey, Patrick, I think you should see a doctor.
Patrick: I can't see a doctor. My job doesn't provide me with health insurance.	What job is that?
Patrick: Exactly. Squidward: I'm a genius!	The doctor will see you now, Mr. Star. Mmm hmm. Mmm hmm. Mmm hmm.
Squidward: Can't you two be quiet for one day? My composition is due tomorrow.	Oh, no. No, no, no, no, no. My patient is very sick.
Patrick: Hey, I broke my butt. Squidward: Become famous, revenge later. Hmm. Come on! Be inspired! Brilliant! Squidward: Noooo! Why? Why? Why? Oh, why? Dowrgghgh! I did it! Hahahahahaha! Yes! I did it! I did it! I did it! And I did it! Ha ha ha ha! Patrick: Did what? Squidward: Here you go, maestro, my masterpiece. Conductor: Hmm, ohh, very unusual. I think we have a winner, Mr. Tentacles! Johnny: Good evening, music lovers of Bikini Bottom. Tonight, is the premiere of a new symphony, written by one of our own, Squidward Tentacles. Squidward: I wrote down everything I heard? Pilar: Oooo! That's gonna leave a mark! Nazz: Poor guy. Squidward: Patrick, get off of me! Audience Member: Oh, now that's what I call music! Shubie: That little yellow guy is awesome! Bill: Let us not forget the tubby starfish! Fred: Oh, yeah, but the real genius is the composer! Squidward! Squidward! Squidward!	Wow, Squidward, they really liked you! Just don't get a swelled head. What's this? It says a free prize! Huh? Where's my prize? Free Prize. Offer inside! Just send in 99 box tops! How you doing over there, Gary?
Gary: Meow. Meow.	Send in the box tops... ...before eating all the cereal?!? Gary, you are a genius! I'm waiting. I'm waiting.
SpongeBob and Patrick: I'm waiting. Patrick: I'm waiting. SpongeBob and Patrick: We're waiting. We're waiting.	We're waiting.
Patrick: SpongeBob, what are we waiting for?	We're waiting for the mailman. He's bringing me a free toy.
Patrick: I love toys! Can I wait for your toy with you?	Why, sure.
Both: We're waiting. We're waiting. We're waiting. Patrick: There's the mailman! Mailfish: Are you SpongeBob SquarePants?	Yup. Isn't there anything else?
Mailfish: Nope, sorry kid.	Guess we'll have to keep waiting.
Patrick: Hey, SpongeBob, I'm hungry.	Me, too.
Patrick: Let's go down to the Krusty Krab for a Krabby Patty.	Great idea, Patrick. Krusty Krab, here we... wait a minute. What if the mailman comes when I'm gone?
Patrick: What's wrong SpongeBob?	If I leave, the mailman might come and I might miss him.
Patrick: Oh, I'm gonna take off then. I don't think my arm can stand much more of this.	Got to stay focused.
Sandy: Hiya! Hey, SpongeBob, want to do some karaaaaaa...!	Not now, I'm busy. Oh, Gary, not now. Can't you see that I'm waiting for the mailman?! Doesn't anyone understand this?!? So tired. So hungry. But... must wait... for toy.
Patrick: Hey, buddy.	WHAT?! WHAT DO YOU WANT?! Can't you see I'm doing something here?! This better be good.
Patrick: You missed your surprise birthday party, so I just wanted to bring you a present and some cake because you missed it.	My birthday party? I missed... my... birthday party?
Patrick: Yeah, see? Here's a present and your cake.	My birthday cake.
Patrick: Yeah. Let me just get you a fork so you can eat it. Uh, let me just hold the cake like this, so I can get you a fork. Huh, I wonder where I put that fork. Oops.	That was my cake. What is the present?
Patrick: Oh, yeah. The fork!	That stupid toy! I wasted my whole life waiting for it!
Patrick: Actually, you've only been here 20 minutes.	I've been mean to Gary and I flipped Sandy, and now you hate me cause... I'm a big jerk!
Patrick: No, I don't.	Yes, you do.
Patrick: I said he's having a moment! Now leave him alone! Mailfish: But I just...	No, Patrick, people like me don't deserve moments. I get so caught up in...
Mailfish: Oh, here ya go.	...in waiting for... my toy! Whoo!
Both: Whoo! Yeah!	Patrick, are you thinking what I'm thinking?
Patrick: Yup. Both: It's beautiful! Patrick: SpongeBob?	I waited so long...
Patrick: SpongeBob?	And you broke it...
Patrick: You okay, buddy?	Yes, yes I'm okay.
Patrick: For a sec, I...	You! You ruined my free toy!
Patrick: I'm sorry. Oh, maybe if you just... Squidward: Just keep walking, Squiddy, don't make eye contact. Ah, now to soothe my frayed nerves. Alright, what's going on? Why are you two crying?	I-I ate... bo-bo-box tops. And then... I'm waiting. I'm waiting. And then he came and we're waiting. We're waiting. And then my toy and then you and then snap and then this!
Squidward: There. Now see? It's supposed to do that.	Hey, my toy's okay!
Squidward: Good. Now will you two be quiet?	Look, Patrick, Squidward fixed it. How can we ever thank you?
Patrick: Yeah, how can we thank you? Squidward: Move to another neighborhood. Gary: Meow.	Good morning to you, too, Gary. Help yourself to some breakfast kibble while I make ready for my day at the Krusty Krab.
Gary: Meow.	Finished your breakfast already, Gare? You always were a good little eater.
Gary: Meow.	We can play fetch when I get home, Gary. Right now Mr. Krabs needs me. There's leftovers in the fridge if you get...
Gary: Meow.	Ah! Gary, what has gotten into you? Is there something important that you'd like to tell me? Ah! Today is Sunday?! But that means...
Gary: Meow.	Yeah. That's exactly right, Gare-bear. I can't go to work today. The Krusty Krab is closed on Sundays. Gee, Gary, I was really looking forward to work. Now what purpose could today possibly have? Yeah, Mr. Krabs, did you me to come into work today? Oh. Hi, Sandy. Yeah... No... No, just me and Gary... No. I don't know yet... No, I'm not sick... You... need... a house-sitter?! Today?!
Sandy: That's right, SpongeBob. I know it's last minute, but...	I would love to.
Sandy: Okay, SpongeBob, my treedome is a highly technical facility and there are many facets to its operation. SpongeBob, are you getting all this?	Uh-huh.
Sandy: Here's a comprehensive list of dos and don'ts to follow.	Well, this looks easy to remember. It's just a little black smudge.
Sandy: That's to save paper. You'll need this special reading scope.	Oh.
Sandy: Now pay attention as I clue you in on some of your more elaborate responsibilities. This majestic structure is my kelp greenhouse. Its functions are complete automated, so all you have to do...	Wow...!
Sandy: ...is check this thermometer right here and make sure the temperature is normal.	Nor... mal. Got it.
Sandy: And this is the robot warehouse. It's where I keep all my robots.	That stands to reason.
Sandy: This part's easy. All's you gotta do is come in here and count every single one of these robots and make sure none of them's gone missing. You seem to be doing a good job paying attention, SpongeBob.	I respect your meticulous nature.
Sandy: Oh! Why, thank you, SpongeBob!	What's next on the list?
Sandy: This here is my worm incubator. They're not set to hatch for weeks, but I just thought I'd show it to you anyway. And last but not least is my collection of rare and fragile artifacts that has to be cleaned twice daily. Now are you sure you can handle all that, SpongeBob?	Trust me, Sandy. You've got nothing to worry about. Your beloved treedome is in my capable hands.
Sandy: Are you sure?	Yep.
Sandy: Are you really sure?	Really sure.
Sandy: Okay.	Normal. 2,692... 2,693... 2,694... Sandy said this collection of rare fragile artifacts needs to be gently cleaned twice daily. There we go. Not a speck of dust anywhere. Wait a minute. Aha! There... we go. Worm incubator. Well, looks like everything's fine here. What the...? Ohhh! Sandy said these wouldn't hatch for... ...weeks! What is going on?! Oh! Patrick?
Patrick: SpongeBob! There you are!	Oh, what a relief. I thought you were a horrible mutant worm who was about to soak me with digestive juices and slowly consume me over a period of weeks.
Patrick: Nah, no thanks. I had a late breakfast.	Why are you wearing that funny thing on your head?
Patrick: Well, because we can't breathe in Sandy's treedome, remember? It's filled with air.	Oh, yeah, thanks for reminding me. I almost for... P-P-P-Patrick! Help me! I-I can't b-b-b-breathe!
Patrick: There you go.	Thanks, Patrick. You're a life-saver. Now that I haven't suffocated, it's high time I got back to this list of house-sitting duties. So without further ado, Patrick, I'd like you to please immediately exit the treedome.
Patrick: E-Exit the... Exit the treedome?!	That's right. Exit the tree...
Patrick: Oh, SpongeBob, that's a great idea! Where should we go—Jellyfish Fields, Goo Lagoon, Barg'N-Mart, Lucky Larry's?	Well, Lucky Larry's sounds fun.
Patrick: All right, let's go!	Hold it! I promised Sandy I'd take extra-special care of her treedome while she's at the Inventor's Convention today. And that is exactly what I intend to do. Patrick, this is a major responsibility.
Patrick: Well, in that case, I'd better stay and help you.	Nnnnope.
Patrick: Pleeease?	Not gonna happen.
Patrick: Pretty please?	No way.
Patrick: Pretty please with a scoop of vanilla ice cream?	Yeah, right.
Patrick: Pretty please with a scoop of strawberry, vanilla, and chocolate ice cream, smothered in gooberberry sauce and topped with half a can of whipped topping?	Patrick, what do you take me for?
Patrick: And a scoop of nuts!	Deal.
Patrick: Hooray!	But you have to promise not to touch anything.
Patrick: I, Patrick Star, hereby promise not to touch anything.	Okay. Now, let's check the list to see what's nex... Patrick! Patrick, no! You promised me you weren't gonna touch anything!
Patrick: I wasn't touching anything!	Then what were you just doing to Sandy's collection of rare and fragile artifacts?!
Patrick: Um... Tasting it.	Okay, Patrick, I insist. From now on, you must stick to me as closely as possible. Do I make myself perfectly clear? Patrick, I said, do I make myself perf... Patrick! Patrick?
Patrick: Is this close enough?	Okay, Patrick, tell me again what it is you're gonna do.

Patrick: Let's take it from the top. Not so excellent, Squidward. Let me demonstrate the proper technique. On second thought, practice makes perfect. Let's begin. Thank you, my good chap. Unfortunately, this is a solo piece for clarinet only. And 1, 2, 3, 4... Stop! Enough! Find yourself a new mentor!

Now that you have some free-time, let's get some grub.

Patrick: No, SpongeBob, I'm afraid not.

Well, I have a brand new bottle of super-bubbly bubble soap!

Patrick: No, thanks again.

Well, maybe later we can play pirates.

Patrick: Robert, my dear, it's no use. We've just grown apart.

What? What do you mean?

Patrick: I know we've had fun in the past, but we're just not compatible anymore. It's time we went our separate ways...such is life.

But Patrick, you're my best friend!

Patrick: I know it's hard, but brace up, chap.

Yeah.

Patrick: Maybe our paths will cross again someday. Think fondly of me, Mr. SquarePants.

Goodbye... Mr... Best friend! Sandy, you there? I need some professional help. Patrick?

Sandy: Well, Pat, the new you gets an A+. Patrick: Why, thank you, Sandra. I find your intellect rather stimulating as well. Sandy: Oh, really? Well, thanks. Well, Patrick, what do you think about this problem? Patrick: You simply change the literal term to a coefficient and the minuend will achieve the desired quotient. Even the simplest of mammals can figure it out with a little thought. Sandy: What do you mean by that, Patrick? Patrick: I'm merely suggesting you lack the ability to solve remedial equations. Sandy: Are you suggesting I'm dumb? Patrick: I'd use a more sophisticated word like 'impaired'. Sandy: I think you'd better leave. Patrick: I was only trying to help. Sandy: I don't need your kind of help, Mr. know-it-all! I liked you better when you were a barnacle head!

I never thought I'd lose my best friend. How can I compete with geniusness? Ohhhhhh!

Patrick: Surrounded by knowledge and no one to share it with. No one I can call friend. Who's that old chap I used to run with? SpongeBob.

Well, at least Patrick's my friend in my memories.

Patrick: Aww, the glory days. Why have we grown apart? I must apply all that I know to solve this problem! What could it be? What's different? Ah! What?! I'd do anything to have my old buddy back by my side again!

Coming... Patrick, you're kidnapping me?

Patrick: Yes, I am.

Yay! What should we do?

Patrick: We are going to have fun, whatever the cost may be.

Let's do this.

Patrick: Yes, let's have some fun.

Oh, yeah!

Patrick: Oh, absolutely! Are you quite sure I found this activity to be fun?

Yeah! That was fun, huh Patrick?

Patrick: When did the fun go away, SpongeBob?

It went away when you jumped off that cliff and knocked your head clean off.

Patrick: That's it!

That's what? Patrick, what are you doing?

Patrick: I'm going to duplicate my actions from that day to ascertain the origin of my cha...an...nge!

Patrick! Hold on, buddy! There ya go. Don't worry, Patrick. I found your head last time, I'll find it again! Not back there. Not under here. What if I can't find it? Oh, poor headless Patrick! Patrick, your head is back! But, uhh, do you feel different?

Patrick: Quite unchanged, actually.

I guess we'll never have fun together again.

Patrick: You said you found my dislodged cranial cap last time.

Yes.

Patrick: Where exactly did you find it?

Uhh, it was right here.

Patrick: Hmmm, impossible! If I landed here, the trajectory of my dismembered skull would cause it to come to rest, not there, but here, exactly five meters due north.

But if that's your head, then what did I pick up over... Brain Coral! No wonder you got so smart, buddy. Here you go, Patrick, your old head. Are you sure you want to give up being smart and sophisticated to be my friend again?

Patrick: Knowledge can never replace friendship. I prefer to be an idiot!

Not just an idiot, Patrick. You're also my pal. Patrick? Say something, Patrick.

Patrick: Hi, SpongeBob.

Patrick, you're back!

Patrick: Patrick, you're back.

Sounds like Squidward ate at Mario's last night. Good thing no one's around to notice his embarrassing... Those construction workers! Squidward will die of embarrassment if they hear his dilemma! Poor Squidward, he must be in too much pain to make courtesy noises. I'll cover for him! Whoa! Sorry, fellas, this sure is a noisy trowel. Listen to this thing! Ah, I really should get...

Squidward: SpongeBob, can you keep it down? I am trying to hone my musical talent here.

You mean that wasn't gastrointestinal distress?

Squidward: And you guys! Do you really think that billboard is more important than my musical genius? Worker 1: Well, sorry, but some of us rather enjoy the Bikini Bottom Symphony Orchestra. Squidward: Bikini Bottom Symphony Orchestra? Worker 1: And we find their public announcements to be quite interesting. Squidward: Original compositions wanted? Me, a famous composer? Thank you, thank you! That would be nice. Worker 1: Ew! Squidward: Whoo-hooo! Yeah! Yeah!

You've really made him happy.

Worker 2: I know what I've done.

Okay...

Squidward: Okay. Get it together, Squidward. Put your game face on. Ah, that's better. Take your time with this one, Squidward, old boy. Due tomorrow?! Only one day to write my masterpiece!

Don't worry, Squidward, we'll do it together.

Squidward: No! Get out! Patrick, what're you doing here? Patrick: Uhh... I don't know. I'm funny.

Are you sure you don't need any help, Squidward?

Squidward: No, thank you. I am a solitary artist. Patrick: Uhh, SpongeBob...

Yes, Patrick?

Patrick: I think I broke my bottom.

Broke your bottom, oh, Patrick, you're a card! Whoa!

Patrick: Yeah! Ah. Much better.

Hey, Patrick, I think you should see a doctor.

Patrick: I can't see a doctor. My job doesn't provide me with health insurance.

What job is that?

Patrick: Exactly. Squidward: I'm a genius!

The doctor will see you now, Mr. Star. Mmm hmm. Mmm hmm. Mmm hmm.

Squidward: Can't you two be quiet for one day? My composition is due tomorrow.

Oh, no. No, no, no, no, no. My patient is very sick.

Patrick: Hey, I broke my butt. Squidward: Become famous, revenge later. Hmm. Come on! Be inspired! Brilliant! Squidward: Noooo! Why? Why? Why? Oh, why? Dowrgghgh! I did it! Hahahahahaha! Yes! I did it! I did it! I did it! And I did it! Ha ha ha ha! Patrick: Did what? Squidward: Here you go, maestro, my masterpiece. Conductor: Hmm, ohh, very unusual. I think we have a winner, Mr. Tentacles! Johnny: Good evening, music lovers of Bikini Bottom. Tonight, is the premiere of a new symphony, written by one of our own, Squidward Tentacles. Squidward: I wrote down everything I heard? Pilar: Oooo! That's gonna leave a mark! Nazz: Poor guy. Squidward: Patrick, get off of me! Audience Member: Oh, now that's what I call music! Shubie: That little yellow guy is awesome! Bill: Let us not forget the tubby starfish! Fred: Oh, yeah, but the real genius is the composer! Squidward! Squidward! Squidward!

Wow, Squidward, they really liked you! Just don't get a swelled head. What's this? It says a free prize! Huh? Where's my prize? Free Prize. Offer inside! Just send in 99 box tops! How you doing over there, Gary?

Gary: Meow. Meow.

Send in the box tops... ...before eating all the cereal?!? Gary, you are a genius! I'm waiting. I'm waiting.

SpongeBob and Patrick: I'm waiting. Patrick: I'm waiting. SpongeBob and Patrick: We're waiting. We're waiting.

We're waiting.

Patrick: SpongeBob, what are we waiting for?

We're waiting for the mailman. He's bringing me a free toy.

Patrick: I love toys! Can I wait for your toy with you?

Why, sure.

Both: We're waiting. We're waiting. We're waiting. Patrick: There's the mailman! Mailfish: Are you SpongeBob SquarePants?

Yup. Isn't there anything else?

Mailfish: Nope, sorry kid.

Guess we'll have to keep waiting.

Patrick: Hey, SpongeBob, I'm hungry.

Me, too.

Patrick: Let's go down to the Krusty Krab for a Krabby Patty.

Great idea, Patrick. Krusty Krab, here we... wait a minute. What if the mailman comes when I'm gone?

Patrick: What's wrong SpongeBob?

If I leave, the mailman might come and I might miss him.

Patrick: Oh, I'm gonna take off then. I don't think my arm can stand much more of this.

Got to stay focused.

Sandy: Hiya! Hey, SpongeBob, want to do some karaaaaaa...!

Not now, I'm busy. Oh, Gary, not now. Can't you see that I'm waiting for the mailman?! Doesn't anyone understand this?!? So tired. So hungry. But... must wait... for toy.

Patrick: Hey, buddy.

WHAT?! WHAT DO YOU WANT?! Can't you see I'm doing something here?! This better be good.

Patrick: You missed your surprise birthday party, so I just wanted to bring you a present and some cake because you missed it.

My birthday party? I missed... my... birthday party?

Patrick: Yeah, see? Here's a present and your cake.

My birthday cake.

Patrick: Yeah. Let me just get you a fork so you can eat it. Uh, let me just hold the cake like this, so I can get you a fork. Huh, I wonder where I put that fork. Oops.

That was my cake. What is the present?

Patrick: Oh, yeah. The fork!

That stupid toy! I wasted my whole life waiting for it!

Patrick: Actually, you've only been here 20 minutes.

I've been mean to Gary and I flipped Sandy, and now you hate me cause... I'm a big jerk!

Patrick: No, I don't.

Yes, you do.

Patrick: I said he's having a moment! Now leave him alone! Mailfish: But I just...

No, Patrick, people like me don't deserve moments. I get so caught up in...

Mailfish: Oh, here ya go.

...in waiting for... my toy! Whoo!

Both: Whoo! Yeah!

Patrick, are you thinking what I'm thinking?

Patrick: Yup. Both: It's beautiful! Patrick: SpongeBob?

I waited so long...

Patrick: SpongeBob?

And you broke it...

Patrick: You okay, buddy?

Yes, yes I'm okay.

Patrick: For a sec, I...

You! You ruined my free toy!

Patrick: I'm sorry. Oh, maybe if you just... Squidward: Just keep walking, Squiddy, don't make eye contact. Ah, now to soothe my frayed nerves. Alright, what's going on? Why are you two crying?

I-I ate... bo-bo-box tops. And then... I'm waiting. I'm waiting. And then he came and we're waiting. We're waiting. And then my toy and then you and then snap and then this!

Squidward: There. Now see? It's supposed to do that.

Hey, my toy's okay!

Squidward: Good. Now will you two be quiet?

Look, Patrick, Squidward fixed it. How can we ever thank you?

Patrick: Yeah, how can we thank you? Squidward: Move to another neighborhood. Gary: Meow.

Good morning to you, too, Gary. Help yourself to some breakfast kibble while I make ready for my day at the Krusty Krab.

Gary: Meow.

Finished your breakfast already, Gare? You always were a good little eater.

Gary: Meow.

We can play fetch when I get home, Gary. Right now Mr. Krabs needs me. There's leftovers in the fridge if you get...

Gary: Meow.

Ah! Gary, what has gotten into you? Is there something important that you'd like to tell me? Ah! Today is Sunday?! But that means...

Gary: Meow.

Yeah. That's exactly right, Gare-bear. I can't go to work today. The Krusty Krab is closed on Sundays. Gee, Gary, I was really looking forward to work. Now what purpose could today possibly have? Yeah, Mr. Krabs, did you me to come into work today? Oh. Hi, Sandy. Yeah... No... No, just me and Gary... No. I don't know yet... No, I'm not sick... You... need... a house-sitter?! Today?!

Sandy: That's right, SpongeBob. I know it's last minute, but...

I would love to.

Sandy: Okay, SpongeBob, my treedome is a highly technical facility and there are many facets to its operation. SpongeBob, are you getting all this?

Uh-huh.

Sandy: Here's a comprehensive list of dos and don'ts to follow.

Well, this looks easy to remember. It's just a little black smudge.

Sandy: That's to save paper. You'll need this special reading scope.

Oh.

Sandy: Now pay attention as I clue you in on some of your more elaborate responsibilities. This majestic structure is my kelp greenhouse. Its functions are complete automated, so all you have to do...

Wow...!

Sandy: ...is check this thermometer right here and make sure the temperature is normal.

Nor... mal. Got it.

Sandy: And this is the robot warehouse. It's where I keep all my robots.

That stands to reason.

Sandy: This part's easy. All's you gotta do is come in here and count every single one of these robots and make sure none of them's gone missing. You seem to be doing a good job paying attention, SpongeBob.

I respect your meticulous nature.

Sandy: Oh! Why, thank you, SpongeBob!

What's next on the list?

Sandy: This here is my worm incubator. They're not set to hatch for weeks, but I just thought I'd show it to you anyway. And last but not least is my collection of rare and fragile artifacts that has to be cleaned twice daily. Now are you sure you can handle all that, SpongeBob?

Trust me, Sandy. You've got nothing to worry about. Your beloved treedome is in my capable hands.

Sandy: Are you sure?

Yep.

Sandy: Are you really sure?

Really sure.

Sandy: Okay.

Normal. 2,692... 2,693... 2,694... Sandy said this collection of rare fragile artifacts needs to be gently cleaned twice daily. There we go. Not a speck of dust anywhere. Wait a minute. Aha! There... we go. Worm incubator. Well, looks like everything's fine here. What the...? Ohhh! Sandy said these wouldn't hatch for... ...weeks! What is going on?! Oh! Patrick?

Patrick: SpongeBob! There you are!

Oh, what a relief. I thought you were a horrible mutant worm who was about to soak me with digestive juices and slowly consume me over a period of weeks.

Patrick: Nah, no thanks. I had a late breakfast.

Why are you wearing that funny thing on your head?

Patrick: Well, because we can't breathe in Sandy's treedome, remember? It's filled with air.

Oh, yeah, thanks for reminding me. I almost for... P-P-P-Patrick! Help me! I-I can't b-b-b-breathe!

Patrick: There you go.

Thanks, Patrick. You're a life-saver. Now that I haven't suffocated, it's high time I got back to this list of house-sitting duties. So without further ado, Patrick, I'd like you to please immediately exit the treedome.

Patrick: E-Exit the... Exit the treedome?!

That's right. Exit the tree...

Patrick: Oh, SpongeBob, that's a great idea! Where should we go—Jellyfish Fields, Goo Lagoon, Barg'N-Mart, Lucky Larry's?

Well, Lucky Larry's sounds fun.

Patrick: All right, let's go!

Hold it! I promised Sandy I'd take extra-special care of her treedome while she's at the Inventor's Convention today. And that is exactly what I intend to do. Patrick, this is a major responsibility.

Patrick: Well, in that case, I'd better stay and help you.

Nnnnope.

Patrick: Pleeease?

Not gonna happen.

Patrick: Pretty please?

No way.

Patrick: Pretty please with a scoop of vanilla ice cream?

Yeah, right.

Patrick: Pretty please with a scoop of strawberry, vanilla, and chocolate ice cream, smothered in gooberberry sauce and topped with half a can of whipped topping?

Patrick, what do you take me for?

Patrick: And a scoop of nuts!

Deal.

Patrick: Hooray!

But you have to promise not to touch anything.

Patrick: I, Patrick Star, hereby promise not to touch anything.

Okay. Now, let's check the list to see what's nex... Patrick! Patrick, no! You promised me you weren't gonna touch anything!

Patrick: I wasn't touching anything!

Then what were you just doing to Sandy's collection of rare and fragile artifacts?!

Patrick: Um... Tasting it.

Okay, Patrick, I insist. From now on, you must stick to me as closely as possible. Do I make myself perfectly clear? Patrick, I said, do I make myself perf... Patrick! Patrick?

Patrick: Is this close enough?

Okay, Patrick, tell me again what it is you're gonna do.