rqchao/spongebob · Datasets at Hugging Face

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Patrick: Not... touch anything.	Mm-hmm. What else?
Patrick: Not do anything.	And...?
Patrick: Not... look at anything.	Until when? Until...?
Patrick: Until... SpongeBob is done house sitting.	Good boy, Patrick!
Patrick: SpongeBob!	Yes, Patrick?
Patrick: Uh, can I... can I... can I... can I... can I...	Patrick, how many times did we---
SpongeBob and Patrick: Uh-oh! Patrick: Wasn't me!	Well, I, I guess I can't handle it after all I... I'm a failure!
Patrick: Hey, buddy, it's not as bad as it seems.	Oh yeah, what makes you say that?
Patrick: Well, not everything is broken.	Sa..S...S..San....Sandy! How was the inventors convention?
Patrick: Did you bring back any souvenirs? Sandy: Funny, y'all should ask that.	It is?
Sandy: Yep. I brought home something real handy. SpongeBob and Patrick: Sandy: And I'm setting it to maximum power. Patrick: SpongeBob, this is it, our final goodbye.	I never thought I go out like this.
Patrick: At a handsome squirrel?	No, with a fishbowl on my head.
Sandy: Eureka, it worked! The experiment is a success. SpongeBob and Patrick: Experiment? Sandy: That's right, boys. I wanted you to destroy my home all along so I can test this out this here rubble reverse ray blaster on some genuine rubble. I could've just smashed all this stuff up myself, but nobody destroys stuff up quite like y'all. You're not a failure SpongeBob, you're a scientist! Patrick: Hooray!	Hooray!
SpongeBob, Patrick, and Sandy: Uh-oh! Patrick: Wasn't me! Sandy: Quit your worryin', y'all. I can fix it all with my handy dandy rubble reverse ray blaster. Robot: Ha, ha, ha!	Silly old robot. He doesn't realize you have more than one of these ray guns. Isn't that right, Sandy? You do have more than one them? Don't you Sandy? Sandy?
Sandy: SpongeBob!	La la la la la. Missed ya. Uh-oh. You shouldn't play in the street, little guy. You could get run over. The Ild Ones! That's a strange name. Scallop! Bye Ild Ones. I like your silly name. Hmm...w. Oh, oh, they're not the Ild Ones. They must be the Wild Ones.
Fish: The Wild Ones?! Tar nation! Don't you know who the Wild Ones are, son?!	No; I don't know who you are, either.
Fish: Why, they're the most ferocious, bloodthirsty biker gang under the sea. They've destroyed entire cities in an afternoon!	Bloodthirsty bikers? And they're headed straight for Bikini Bottom! I've got to warn everybody! I better take the shortcut! Mr. Krabs!
Mr. Krabs: SpongeBob! Where in the blue barnacles did you come from?	There's no time for that, Mr. Krabs. Grab something heavy! Bar the door! Board up the windows. We've got to protect the Krusty Krab. The Krabby Patties must survive!
Mr. Krabs: Settle down, son. What are you all riled up about?	Bikers... coming... nasty... ferocious... take... over... town. Destroy... must hide!
Mr. Krabs: What are you going on about? Bikers?	The Wild Ones are coming, Mr. Krabs. They're the most vicious, ravenous horde of hooligans in the sea.
Mr. Krabs: Ravenous did you say? That's another word for hungry, isn't it? Welcome Wild Ones! They'll be drawn here like a sailor at a tattoo parlor. With the special biker parking and authentic biker decor, with real bloodstains. And to top it off, a custom chopper patty. And best of all, I'll raise me prices 150%. I'll make a fortune.	Mr. Krabs, this is serious!
Mr. Krabs: That kid needs a vacation -- unpaid of course.	Squidward!
Squidward: Yes, SpongeBob?	A horrible biker gang called the Wild Ones are coming. We've got to run, hide!
Squidward: Oh, my. This sounds serious. Luckily, I know just what you should do. Listen closely.	Uh-huh.
Squidward: Get a good grip on your pants. Turn around.	Like this, Squidward?
Squidward: That's it.	Patrick!
Patrick: Hello, SpongeBob.	Patrick, an evil gang of bikers are coming to ravage Bikini Bottom.
Patrick: Huh.	Patrick, didn't you hear what I said?
Patrick: Oh, I heard you. But what didn't hear was a hello.	Hello, Patrick.
Patrick: Hello, SpongeBob. Bloodthirsty bikers! Ah! We got to hide! Giant Clam #2: Hey, what happened to you? Giant Clam #1: I... I don't want to talk about it, man. Patrick: Hide me!	No, hide me!
Patrick: Hide me!	Me!
Patrick: No, me!	Me!
Patrick: Me!	Me!
Patrick: No! No more running.	What?
Patrick: Those bikers think they're so tough. With their leather hats and their leather pants.	Their leather socks.
Patrick: If we dressed up like that, then we'd be the big, scary bikers and they'd be little baby doody-heads.	Say that again, Patrick.
Patrick: Little baby doody-heads?	No, no, not that part. The part about dressing up like big, scary bikers. What do you think, Patrick? Do I look tough?
Patrick: I wouldn't mess with ya.	Nor I with you, my friend. Let's ride. Fear not. There is no need to panic. The Bikini Bottom bad boys are here.
Harold: Ooh, I feel protected now. Scooter: Those are some mean looking rides, dudes.	Patrick, it's working. They think we're... vicious bikers. Bikini Bottom, your salvation is here.
Patrick: See?	Patrick, that's your salivation.
Patrick: Oh.	So, Squidward, are you ready to do your part?
Squidward: Does that part include laughing at you? ‘Cause you two look even more idiotic than usual.	Don't we look vicious and bloodthirsty?
Patrick: I'm bloodthirsty. See? Want some?	Oh, no thank you, Patrick. I'm drinking diet blood. See, Squidward? We walk the walk, but can we talk the talk? Do you want to join our biker gang?
Squidward: No, I don't. Patrick: What about our biker club? Squidward: No.	How about our biker organization?
Squidward: No! I don't want to join your biker alliance, your outfits, or your fellowships.	What about our coalition?
Patrick: Ooh, I don't know. That one's pretty exclusive.	We'll just pencil you down as undecided. Hi, Mr. Krabs. We're the Bikini Bottom bad boys and we're bad to the bone.
Mr. Krabs: This'll be great. Those bikers can work up an appetite beating you up in the parking lot. Then they can fill up on delicious Krabby Patties then they can beat you up again.	Please, Mr. Krabs. We're going to run off those bikers and save the Krusty Krab.
Mr. Krabs: You're not running off any of me paying customers. You can stay and get beat up in the parking lot if you wish.	Then can we save the town?
Squidward: Has it ever crossed your mind that you might be getting all worked up over nothing?	Squidward, when have I ever been known to over-react? Squidward! We're out of napkins! Out of napkins! Squidward! I accidentally removed the Do Not Remove by Penalty of Law tag on my mattress! Hide me! Hide me! Squidward! Squidward! I've gone blind! Oh. Thanks, Squidward.
Squidward: SpongeBob, you always over-react to everything. It's one of your many annoying traits.	Me? Annoying? Yeah, right.
Squidward: You are so wrong about everything, SpongeBob, that the only thing that I am completely sure about is that there is no motorcycle gang headed this way. What was that? Mr. Krabs: Ahoy there, mateys. Motorized vehicles headed over the horizon. Squidward: What? Gimme that. Don't just stand there, save us!	Patrick, I know this looks like the end, but you and I can get through anything. As long as we do it together. Patrick? Patrick! Well, it's just you and me, Squidward. But I want you to know that we can get through this. As long as we...
Squidward: Panic! Run for your lives! The Wild Ones are coming! Lenny: The Wild Ones? Mable, get the kids! Charlie: Honey, I got the napkins. Oh, what have I missed this time? Squidward: Please don't kill me. I want to join you. It's been my life-long dream to be to be a member of a motorcycle gang. I even knitted my own Wild Ones jacket. I want to ride to live and live to ride. I'll do whatever you want. I'll betray my friends and neighbors. Just let me live. Biker #1: What's that, missy? Biker #2: What? Biker #1: Howdy, we're the Mild Ones.	Mild Ones? Oh!
Biker #1: Gimme back my M. Let's go, boys. Mr. Krabs: Don't you want to spend any money? Biker #1: Don't you want to kiss the seat of my pants? Let's ride.	Goodbye. They seem really nice. Hey, where's Squidward?
Squidward: Woo-hoo-hoo! Ride to live and live to ride!	Mmm! Isn't this salt water taffy just tafflicious?
Patrick: Mmm! Stickerific! Patrick: Oww!	What's the matter, Patrick?
Patrick: I have a headache inside of my tooth!	Maybe you should do something about that.
Patrick: Okay, I will!	How does that help?
Patrick: Well, now that my all over hurts, I'm not thinking about my mouth. Ow! I guess that didn't work!	That's it! I'm taking you to the dentist, Patrick.
Patrick: No way! I've heard horror stories!	Oh, don't worry, Patrick. Dentists are our friends. Huh? Patrick? Patrick? Oh.
Carnie: And we have a winner.	Thank you!
Patrick: Aww, darn it.	Oh boy! Aren't dentist offices fun? Oh, they've got colorful wooden beads on wires! Whoa, look at it go!
Patrick: Slow down, SpongeBob! This place is scary enough without you going crazy with the beads! Radio announcer: And that was the Incidentals with the startling number called Dramatic Music Stings. Coming up, here's the Spookers with the haunting little tune called Ominous. Agnes: Patrick Star, we're ready for you now.	Aww, come on, Patrick. The doctor will fix you right up.
Agnes: Sit here, please. Dr. Mundane will be right with you. Dr. Mundane: Agnes, please turn down that radio. Dr. Mundane: I'm Dr. Beige Mundane. You must be Patrick Star. What seems to be the problem? Patrick: No problem. I was just leaving.	No, Patrick! Sit! Good boy. Ow!
Dr. Mundane: Let's take a look in your mouth. Open wide, please. Dr. Mundane: Mm-hmm. I see the problem. Your friend here still has a baby tooth.	Oh, I wanna see! Aww. Coochie coo!
Patrick: I still have a baby tooth? Dr. Mundane: Yes. And the pain is coming from your adult tooth trying to push your baby tooth out of the way. Patrick: That's not right! Dr. Mundane: It's the natural way of things. If you want the pain to go away, then I need to extract the tooth. Patrick: You leave my baby tooth alone, you monster!	Patrick, come back!
Patrick: Nobody's gonna tell me what to do with my baby tooth! This tooth is staying in my mouth!	Okay, Patrick. But that means your tooth won't be going to Tooth Island.
Patrick: Tooth Island?	Yeah! Tooth Island! It's where the Tooth Fairy takes all the baby teeth that are left under pillows. Tooth Island is a wonderful place where teeth can be free! They can soak in the calcium pools all day or sleep in the comfort of the pink gum trees. They get to swing on floss vines and never ever have to worry about cavities.
Baby teeth: Hey, come on over! Come on!	Of course, I guess your baby tooth could be happy in your mouth all alone by itself.
Patrick: I don't care, SpongeBob! I know what's best for my tooth! I can make it happy. Patrick: ♪Rock a bye baby on the treetop♪ Patrick: Oops. Patrick: Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow!	Hmm. My friendship sense is tingling. Patrick must be in trouble. What's the matter, pal?
Patrick: Nothing! Just, uh, practicing being a seal! Patrick: Ow!	Patrick, Dr. Mundane always says, If you can't bite, things ain't right.
Patrick: Okay, SpongeBob. I guess I have to get my tooth to the Tooth Fairy. Squidward: Ha! You rube. There's no such thing as a Tooth Fairy.	Squidward!
Squidward: It's all a bunch of made-up baloney.	It is not baloney!
Squidward: It is baloney! Patrick: Who's got baloney? Squidward: There is no baloney! Just like there is no Tooth Fairy. In fact, if you could prove there were a Tooth Fairy, I would eat, oh, a bucket of chum! SpongeBob and Patrick: Eew!	Squidward, why would you want to do that?
Squidward: I said I would, only if there was a Tooth Fairy, and since there isn't a Tooth Fairy, I will never have to eat a bucket of chum.	Patrick, I've been your friend for a long time. I would never lie to you. You need Dr. Mundane's help so you could get your tooth to the Tooth Fairy.
Patrick: That's okay, SpongeBob. I think I can manage.	You see, Patrick? We have got to get that tooth out.
Patrick: You'll have to catch me first!	Patrick, wait!
Squidward: Ha, ha! Tooth Fairy! What a couple of molar morons! Patrick: The worms! Patrick: Not wanted. That fixes it. Old Lady: Mipsey, Pipsey, you bad girls! You get back on this leash! Patrick: You may have called off your worms, but I'm not coming down!	Patrick, they weren't mine.
Patrick: A likely story!	Patrick, can I show you something?
Patrick: What's that?	It's a scrapbook of all my baby teeth. Ha. That was a good one. I remember every tooth. Even though they're no longer in my mouth, I still keep the memory of them in my heart.
Patrick: I thought you kept them in the scrapbook!	Patrick, don't you think your baby tooth wants to see all his old friends on Tooth Island?
Old Lady: Don't listen to him! I still have all my baby teeth and look at me! Patrick: Okay, SpongeBob. We can go. Patrick: I'm ready, Doc. Do what you have to do. Dr. Mundane: I'm done. Patrick: That's it? Dr. Mundane: That's it. Patrick: You're going under my pillow so you can go to Tooth Island my sweet boy! Patrick: SpongeBob? Squidward: Ha! I was right! The Tooth Fairy isn't real! Patrick: Oh, SpongeBob!	Patrick, you don't understand! I'm just helping to get your tooth to the Tooth Fairy!
Squidward: Oh, that's a good one.	It's true!
Patrick: How can I believe you? All the lies! The chicanery! Squidward: Look at how betrayed Patrick feels! Oh, this was totally worth staying up all night.	You don't believe there's a Tooth Fairy? Well, follow me and I'll show ya. Behold, the Tooth Ferry! This is where parents and friends take teeth so they can be ferried to Tooth Island.
Patrick: There really is a Tooth Ferry!	Of course.
Ferry Worker: All aboard! Baby Tooth: Hello!	Oh, here. This is yours.
Patrick: Could you wait 'til I'm asleep and put it under my pillow?	Mm, sure Patrick. Anything for a pal.
Patrick: Hey! Where do you think you're going, chum chewer? Squidward: Hey, come on! This is just a big misunderstanding! Ferry, fairy: They're two different words that just happen to sound alike!	Open wide, Squidward!
Squidward: No.	Patrick! Patrick! Oh, Patrick! Are you ready to go jellyfishing?
Patrick: Oh, boy, am I!	Here's your net. Well, come on, Patrick! The jellyfish don't catch themselves.
Patrick: First, I have to put away my secret box.	Secret box? You never told me about your... secret box!
Patrick: Hey, hands off, PeepingBob! This here is my secret box! Besides, if I showed you what was inside, it wouldn't be a secret anymore. Duh! Oh, SpongeBob… if only you could see what's inside my secret box, it would change your life!	It's okay, Patrick, I know all about secrets.
Patrick: You do?	I've got a gazillion secrets!
Patrick: Like what?	Well, it's not a secret that the best thing about a secret is secretly telling someone your secret, thereby secretly adding another secret to their secret collection of secrets. Secretly. You wanna hear one of my secrets?
Patrick: Do I?	Uhh... Let's see... Did you know that you're my best friend?
Patrick: No... way. Oh, let's hear another one!	Okay. Uhh... Secretly... I'm a little bit naïve.
Patrick: Wow! I'll never look at you the same way again, SpongeBob. Gosh. Tell me some more secrets!	Okay. I love my job at the Krusty Krab, I sleep with my shoes on, I like jelly on both sides of my toast, I've got an overdue library book, I think jellyfishing and bubble-blowing are the... ...overbite. I've never been late for work, I've said the word fancy in conversation, I like to dance to loading zone announcements, I still don't have my driver's license. I'm a little bit on the short side. And I'm wearing three pairs of underwear, right now.
Patrick: Gasp. I never would have guessed.	Now will you show me what's inside your secret box?
Patrick: No, SpongeBob! It's for me to know and for you to never find out. You may be an open book, SpongeBob, but I'm a bit more complicated than that. The inner machinations of my mind are an enigma.	Oh, yeah?! Well, I got plenty of secret stuff, too! Uh… I've got my secret socks on. And my secret Gary's bowl! My secret TV! And my secret TV channel. What do you think of that, Patrick? Patrick?
Patrick: Maybe if you saw what was inside, you'd know why it has to be secret. Inside this very box is the most secret-y secret of all of secret-dom and I am it's sole witness! It's a heavy burden, SpongeBob, but nobody must know the mystery of the box. Nobody! Not even… Squidward's house. It's a full-time job. I'm constantly on the alert. You never know when someone's gonna… SpongeBob! What do you think you're doing?! That's my secret box! Now, hand it over!	But, Patrick, I must know the secret!
Patrick: For the last time, SpongeBob, no!	Come on, Patrick, just a peek?

Patrick: Not... touch anything.

Mm-hmm. What else?

Patrick: Not do anything.

And...?

Patrick: Not... look at anything.

Until when? Until...?

Patrick: Until... SpongeBob is done house sitting.

Good boy, Patrick!

Patrick: SpongeBob!

Yes, Patrick?

Patrick: Uh, can I... can I... can I... can I... can I...

Patrick, how many times did we---

SpongeBob and Patrick: Uh-oh! Patrick: Wasn't me!

Well, I, I guess I can't handle it after all I... I'm a failure!

Patrick: Hey, buddy, it's not as bad as it seems.

Oh yeah, what makes you say that?

Patrick: Well, not everything is broken.

Sa..S...S..San....Sandy! How was the inventors convention?

Patrick: Did you bring back any souvenirs? Sandy: Funny, y'all should ask that.

It is?

Sandy: Yep. I brought home something real handy. SpongeBob and Patrick: Sandy: And I'm setting it to maximum power. Patrick: SpongeBob, this is it, our final goodbye.

I never thought I go out like this.

Patrick: At a handsome squirrel?

No, with a fishbowl on my head.

Sandy: Eureka, it worked! The experiment is a success. SpongeBob and Patrick: Experiment? Sandy: That's right, boys. I wanted you to destroy my home all along so I can test this out this here rubble reverse ray blaster on some genuine rubble. I could've just smashed all this stuff up myself, but nobody destroys stuff up quite like y'all. You're not a failure SpongeBob, you're a scientist! Patrick: Hooray!

Hooray!

SpongeBob, Patrick, and Sandy: Uh-oh! Patrick: Wasn't me! Sandy: Quit your worryin', y'all. I can fix it all with my handy dandy rubble reverse ray blaster. Robot: Ha, ha, ha!

Silly old robot. He doesn't realize you have more than one of these ray guns. Isn't that right, Sandy? You do have more than one them? Don't you Sandy? Sandy?

Sandy: SpongeBob!

La la la la la. Missed ya. Uh-oh. You shouldn't play in the street, little guy. You could get run over. The Ild Ones! That's a strange name. Scallop! Bye Ild Ones. I like your silly name. Hmm...w. Oh, oh, they're not the Ild Ones. They must be the Wild Ones.

Fish: The Wild Ones?! Tar nation! Don't you know who the Wild Ones are, son?!

No; I don't know who you are, either.

Fish: Why, they're the most ferocious, bloodthirsty biker gang under the sea. They've destroyed entire cities in an afternoon!

Bloodthirsty bikers? And they're headed straight for Bikini Bottom! I've got to warn everybody! I better take the shortcut! Mr. Krabs!

Mr. Krabs: SpongeBob! Where in the blue barnacles did you come from?

There's no time for that, Mr. Krabs. Grab something heavy! Bar the door! Board up the windows. We've got to protect the Krusty Krab. The Krabby Patties must survive!

Mr. Krabs: Settle down, son. What are you all riled up about?

Bikers... coming... nasty... ferocious... take... over... town. Destroy... must hide!

Mr. Krabs: What are you going on about? Bikers?

The Wild Ones are coming, Mr. Krabs. They're the most vicious, ravenous horde of hooligans in the sea.

Mr. Krabs: Ravenous did you say? That's another word for hungry, isn't it? Welcome Wild Ones! They'll be drawn here like a sailor at a tattoo parlor. With the special biker parking and authentic biker decor, with real bloodstains. And to top it off, a custom chopper patty. And best of all, I'll raise me prices 150%. I'll make a fortune.

Mr. Krabs, this is serious!

Mr. Krabs: That kid needs a vacation -- unpaid of course.

Squidward!

Squidward: Yes, SpongeBob?

A horrible biker gang called the Wild Ones are coming. We've got to run, hide!

Squidward: Oh, my. This sounds serious. Luckily, I know just what you should do. Listen closely.

Uh-huh.

Squidward: Get a good grip on your pants. Turn around.

Like this, Squidward?

Squidward: That's it.

Patrick!

Patrick: Hello, SpongeBob.

Patrick, an evil gang of bikers are coming to ravage Bikini Bottom.

Patrick: Huh.

Patrick, didn't you hear what I said?

Patrick: Oh, I heard you. But what didn't hear was a hello.

Hello, Patrick.

Patrick: Hello, SpongeBob. Bloodthirsty bikers! Ah! We got to hide! Giant Clam #2: Hey, what happened to you? Giant Clam #1: I... I don't want to talk about it, man. Patrick: Hide me!

No, hide me!

Patrick: Hide me!

Me!

Patrick: No, me!

Me!

Patrick: Me!

Me!

Patrick: No! No more running.

What?

Patrick: Those bikers think they're so tough. With their leather hats and their leather pants.

Their leather socks.

Patrick: If we dressed up like that, then we'd be the big, scary bikers and they'd be little baby doody-heads.

Say that again, Patrick.

Patrick: Little baby doody-heads?

No, no, not that part. The part about dressing up like big, scary bikers. What do you think, Patrick? Do I look tough?

Patrick: I wouldn't mess with ya.

Nor I with you, my friend. Let's ride. Fear not. There is no need to panic. The Bikini Bottom bad boys are here.

Harold: Ooh, I feel protected now. Scooter: Those are some mean looking rides, dudes.

Patrick, it's working. They think we're... vicious bikers. Bikini Bottom, your salvation is here.

Patrick: See?

Patrick, that's your salivation.

Patrick: Oh.

So, Squidward, are you ready to do your part?

Squidward: Does that part include laughing at you? ‘Cause you two look even more idiotic than usual.

Don't we look vicious and bloodthirsty?

Patrick: I'm bloodthirsty. See? Want some?

Oh, no thank you, Patrick. I'm drinking diet blood. See, Squidward? We walk the walk, but can we talk the talk? Do you want to join our biker gang?

Squidward: No, I don't. Patrick: What about our biker club? Squidward: No.

How about our biker organization?

Squidward: No! I don't want to join your biker alliance, your outfits, or your fellowships.

What about our coalition?

Patrick: Ooh, I don't know. That one's pretty exclusive.

We'll just pencil you down as undecided. Hi, Mr. Krabs. We're the Bikini Bottom bad boys and we're bad to the bone.

Mr. Krabs: This'll be great. Those bikers can work up an appetite beating you up in the parking lot. Then they can fill up on delicious Krabby Patties then they can beat you up again.

Please, Mr. Krabs. We're going to run off those bikers and save the Krusty Krab.

Mr. Krabs: You're not running off any of me paying customers. You can stay and get beat up in the parking lot if you wish.

Then can we save the town?

Squidward: Has it ever crossed your mind that you might be getting all worked up over nothing?

Squidward, when have I ever been known to over-react? Squidward! We're out of napkins! Out of napkins! Squidward! I accidentally removed the Do Not Remove by Penalty of Law tag on my mattress! Hide me! Hide me! Squidward! Squidward! I've gone blind! Oh. Thanks, Squidward.

Squidward: SpongeBob, you always over-react to everything. It's one of your many annoying traits.

Me? Annoying? Yeah, right.

Squidward: You are so wrong about everything, SpongeBob, that the only thing that I am completely sure about is that there is no motorcycle gang headed this way. What was that? Mr. Krabs: Ahoy there, mateys. Motorized vehicles headed over the horizon. Squidward: What? Gimme that. Don't just stand there, save us!

Patrick, I know this looks like the end, but you and I can get through anything. As long as we do it together. Patrick? Patrick! Well, it's just you and me, Squidward. But I want you to know that we can get through this. As long as we...

Squidward: Panic! Run for your lives! The Wild Ones are coming! Lenny: The Wild Ones? Mable, get the kids! Charlie: Honey, I got the napkins. Oh, what have I missed this time? Squidward: Please don't kill me. I want to join you. It's been my life-long dream to be to be a member of a motorcycle gang. I even knitted my own Wild Ones jacket. I want to ride to live and live to ride. I'll do whatever you want. I'll betray my friends and neighbors. Just let me live. Biker #1: What's that, missy? Biker #2: What? Biker #1: Howdy, we're the Mild Ones.

Mild Ones? Oh!

Biker #1: Gimme back my M. Let's go, boys. Mr. Krabs: Don't you want to spend any money? Biker #1: Don't you want to kiss the seat of my pants? Let's ride.

Goodbye. They seem really nice. Hey, where's Squidward?

Squidward: Woo-hoo-hoo! Ride to live and live to ride!

Mmm! Isn't this salt water taffy just tafflicious?

Patrick: Mmm! Stickerific! Patrick: Oww!

What's the matter, Patrick?

Patrick: I have a headache inside of my tooth!

Maybe you should do something about that.

Patrick: Okay, I will!

How does that help?

Patrick: Well, now that my all over hurts, I'm not thinking about my mouth. Ow! I guess that didn't work!

That's it! I'm taking you to the dentist, Patrick.

Patrick: No way! I've heard horror stories!

Oh, don't worry, Patrick. Dentists are our friends. Huh? Patrick? Patrick? Oh.

Carnie: And we have a winner.

Thank you!

Patrick: Aww, darn it.

Oh boy! Aren't dentist offices fun? Oh, they've got colorful wooden beads on wires! Whoa, look at it go!

Patrick: Slow down, SpongeBob! This place is scary enough without you going crazy with the beads! Radio announcer: And that was the Incidentals with the startling number called Dramatic Music Stings. Coming up, here's the Spookers with the haunting little tune called Ominous. Agnes: Patrick Star, we're ready for you now.

Aww, come on, Patrick. The doctor will fix you right up.

Agnes: Sit here, please. Dr. Mundane will be right with you. Dr. Mundane: Agnes, please turn down that radio. Dr. Mundane: I'm Dr. Beige Mundane. You must be Patrick Star. What seems to be the problem? Patrick: No problem. I was just leaving.

No, Patrick! Sit! Good boy. Ow!

Dr. Mundane: Let's take a look in your mouth. Open wide, please. Dr. Mundane: Mm-hmm. I see the problem. Your friend here still has a baby tooth.

Oh, I wanna see! Aww. Coochie coo!

Patrick: I still have a baby tooth? Dr. Mundane: Yes. And the pain is coming from your adult tooth trying to push your baby tooth out of the way. Patrick: That's not right! Dr. Mundane: It's the natural way of things. If you want the pain to go away, then I need to extract the tooth. Patrick: You leave my baby tooth alone, you monster!

Patrick, come back!

Patrick: Nobody's gonna tell me what to do with my baby tooth! This tooth is staying in my mouth!

Okay, Patrick. But that means your tooth won't be going to Tooth Island.

Patrick: Tooth Island?

Yeah! Tooth Island! It's where the Tooth Fairy takes all the baby teeth that are left under pillows. Tooth Island is a wonderful place where teeth can be free! They can soak in the calcium pools all day or sleep in the comfort of the pink gum trees. They get to swing on floss vines and never ever have to worry about cavities.

Baby teeth: Hey, come on over! Come on!

Of course, I guess your baby tooth could be happy in your mouth all alone by itself.

Patrick: I don't care, SpongeBob! I know what's best for my tooth! I can make it happy. Patrick: ♪Rock a bye baby on the treetop♪ Patrick: Oops. Patrick: Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow!

Hmm. My friendship sense is tingling. Patrick must be in trouble. What's the matter, pal?

Patrick: Nothing! Just, uh, practicing being a seal! Patrick: Ow!

Patrick, Dr. Mundane always says, If you can't bite, things ain't right.

Patrick: Okay, SpongeBob. I guess I have to get my tooth to the Tooth Fairy. Squidward: Ha! You rube. There's no such thing as a Tooth Fairy.

Squidward!

Squidward: It's all a bunch of made-up baloney.

It is not baloney!

Squidward: It is baloney! Patrick: Who's got baloney? Squidward: There is no baloney! Just like there is no Tooth Fairy. In fact, if you could prove there were a Tooth Fairy, I would eat, oh, a bucket of chum! SpongeBob and Patrick: Eew!

Squidward, why would you want to do that?

Squidward: I said I would, only if there was a Tooth Fairy, and since there isn't a Tooth Fairy, I will never have to eat a bucket of chum.

Patrick, I've been your friend for a long time. I would never lie to you. You need Dr. Mundane's help so you could get your tooth to the Tooth Fairy.

Patrick: That's okay, SpongeBob. I think I can manage.

You see, Patrick? We have got to get that tooth out.

Patrick: You'll have to catch me first!

Patrick, wait!

Squidward: Ha, ha! Tooth Fairy! What a couple of molar morons! Patrick: The worms! Patrick: Not wanted. That fixes it. Old Lady: Mipsey, Pipsey, you bad girls! You get back on this leash! Patrick: You may have called off your worms, but I'm not coming down!

Patrick, they weren't mine.

Patrick: A likely story!

Patrick, can I show you something?

Patrick: What's that?

It's a scrapbook of all my baby teeth. Ha. That was a good one. I remember every tooth. Even though they're no longer in my mouth, I still keep the memory of them in my heart.

Patrick: I thought you kept them in the scrapbook!

Patrick, don't you think your baby tooth wants to see all his old friends on Tooth Island?

Old Lady: Don't listen to him! I still have all my baby teeth and look at me! Patrick: Okay, SpongeBob. We can go. Patrick: I'm ready, Doc. Do what you have to do. Dr. Mundane: I'm done. Patrick: That's it? Dr. Mundane: That's it. Patrick: You're going under my pillow so you can go to Tooth Island my sweet boy! Patrick: SpongeBob? Squidward: Ha! I was right! The Tooth Fairy isn't real! Patrick: Oh, SpongeBob!

Patrick, you don't understand! I'm just helping to get your tooth to the Tooth Fairy!

Squidward: Oh, that's a good one.

It's true!

Patrick: How can I believe you? All the lies! The chicanery! Squidward: Look at how betrayed Patrick feels! Oh, this was totally worth staying up all night.

You don't believe there's a Tooth Fairy? Well, follow me and I'll show ya. Behold, the Tooth Ferry! This is where parents and friends take teeth so they can be ferried to Tooth Island.

Patrick: There really is a Tooth Ferry!

Of course.

Ferry Worker: All aboard! Baby Tooth: Hello!

Oh, here. This is yours.

Patrick: Could you wait 'til I'm asleep and put it under my pillow?

Mm, sure Patrick. Anything for a pal.

Patrick: Hey! Where do you think you're going, chum chewer? Squidward: Hey, come on! This is just a big misunderstanding! Ferry, fairy: They're two different words that just happen to sound alike!

Open wide, Squidward!

Squidward: No.

Patrick! Patrick! Oh, Patrick! Are you ready to go jellyfishing?

Patrick: Oh, boy, am I!

Here's your net. Well, come on, Patrick! The jellyfish don't catch themselves.

Patrick: First, I have to put away my secret box.

Secret box? You never told me about your... secret box!

Patrick: Hey, hands off, PeepingBob! This here is my secret box! Besides, if I showed you what was inside, it wouldn't be a secret anymore. Duh! Oh, SpongeBob… if only you could see what's inside my secret box, it would change your life!

It's okay, Patrick, I know all about secrets.

Patrick: You do?

I've got a gazillion secrets!

Patrick: Like what?

Well, it's not a secret that the best thing about a secret is secretly telling someone your secret, thereby secretly adding another secret to their secret collection of secrets. Secretly. You wanna hear one of my secrets?

Patrick: Do I?

Uhh... Let's see... Did you know that you're my best friend?

Patrick: No... way. Oh, let's hear another one!

Okay. Uhh... Secretly... I'm a little bit naïve.

Patrick: Wow! I'll never look at you the same way again, SpongeBob. Gosh. Tell me some more secrets!

Okay. I love my job at the Krusty Krab, I sleep with my shoes on, I like jelly on both sides of my toast, I've got an overdue library book, I think jellyfishing and bubble-blowing are the... ...overbite. I've never been late for work, I've said the word fancy in conversation, I like to dance to loading zone announcements, I still don't have my driver's license. I'm a little bit on the short side. And I'm wearing three pairs of underwear, right now.

Patrick: Gasp. I never would have guessed.

Now will you show me what's inside your secret box?

Patrick: No, SpongeBob! It's for me to know and for you to never find out. You may be an open book, SpongeBob, but I'm a bit more complicated than that. The inner machinations of my mind are an enigma.

Oh, yeah?! Well, I got plenty of secret stuff, too! Uh… I've got my secret socks on. And my secret Gary's bowl! My secret TV! And my secret TV channel. What do you think of that, Patrick? Patrick?

Patrick: Maybe if you saw what was inside, you'd know why it has to be secret. Inside this very box is the most secret-y secret of all of secret-dom and I am it's sole witness! It's a heavy burden, SpongeBob, but nobody must know the mystery of the box. Nobody! Not even… Squidward's house. It's a full-time job. I'm constantly on the alert. You never know when someone's gonna… SpongeBob! What do you think you're doing?! That's my secret box! Now, hand it over!

But, Patrick, I must know the secret!

Patrick: For the last time, SpongeBob, no!

Come on, Patrick, just a peek?