rqchao/spongebob · Datasets at Hugging Face

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Squidward: Uhh... How about this, huh? Remember?	That's not in the book, either.
Squidward: FORGET ABOUT THE BOOK!!! Ha! Look at all this mess, SpongeBob! What do all these little bits of paper make you want to do!?	Wait, I know this. Oh, wait, I think I got it! There we go! Yeah!! Ta-da!
Squidward: Okay, SpongeBob. Let's just move onto the marble.	First, an artist must concentrate and visualize his concept.
Squidward: Now you've got it.	I've gotta embrace the marble!
Squidward: Right.	I've gotta sniff the marble!
Squidward: Well, uh, okay.	I've gotta lick the marble!
Squidward: Uhh...	I've gotta wash the marble! I've gotta date the marble! I'VE GOTTA BE THE MARBLE! I've got it! I have see the sculpture within.
Squidward: Here you go, buddy.	With this tool, I shall give birth... to art!
Squidward: Oh, boy...	But, one more thing. There. Now it's art. Well, what do you think, Squidward? Just take it all in for a moment. Let it soak in. It looks like the excitement of my artistic triumph is too much for Squidward. Oh, well, back to the dump. ♪To the dump, to the dump, to the dump, dump dump. To the dump, to the dump, To the dump, dump dump.♪
Monty: I'm here for the... what the? Who is responsible for this?! Squidward: As of now, it's his responsibility. Good day to you, sir! Monty: You, sir, are the greatest artist who ever lived!	Hi. Gary, I feel funny inside. Yow! Hello. Gary, there's something inside of me.
Gary: Meow.	You see anything? Gary the Snail, is that any way to treat an uninvited guest? Oh, hello. Ooh! That tickles! More like prickles. Hey, I think I'll call you Prickles! I see you! Okay, okay. Enough's enough. It's time for you to go, little guy. I already have a pet—Gary. I'm afraid I just don't need another one. Aw, stop, stop! Oh, Gary, I don't want to hear the little guy cry.
Gary: Meow.	Such a sad story. Okay, little buddy, but just for one night. Nighty-night, Prickles. Huh? Wow, a house party going on inside of me! Hey, why wasn't I invited? I guess I was since I am the house! Look, Gary, now we have tons of prickly new friends!
Gary: Meow, meow.	Wup-poo! Wup-poo! Wup-poo!
French Narrator: 3,000 Wup-poos later...	Wup-poo! Wup-poo! Wup-poo! Wup-poo! Oh, my gosh! I completely lost all track of time! Hey, uh, sorry to be a party pooper, guys, but I've gotta take a shower and get ready for work. Guys? Guy—guys? Gary, calm down. We're all friends here. Ow! Open up, Gary! I'm still in my underwear! Gary, I need to take a shower.
Debbie Rechid: I did not need to see that! Ugh!	All right, I guess you guys will just have to stay and go to work with me. Just keep a low profile or I could lose my job.
Mr. Krabs: Eh, SpongeBob. Did ya clean out the— Sweet Dutchman's ghost! When's the last time you took a bath, boy-o? You're riddled with vermin.	I—I d—d—don't know what you mean, sir.
Mr. Krabs: If customers find out you're touching patties with your wormy hands, the health department will shut us down for sure.	I understand, sir. Mr. Krabs, will you excuse me for a second? Prickles, you heard my boss. I'm sorry, but I'm gonna have to ask you and your friends to leave, please. Squatters rights? What the heck is squatters rights?
Mr. Krabs: Oh, they're lawyering up, boy-o. They're makin' a legal claim to keep living in your body.	It's okay, Mr. Krabs, they're not hurting me.
Mr. Krabs: Son, you gotta understand. I can't have you work here in your present filthy condisherin'. Mr. Krabs: Oh! That's the last straw! Mr. Squid— Squidward: On it, sir! Hasta la vista, worm boy! Mr. Krabs: And don't come back until you're dewormed!	What am I gonna do?
Plankton: Hey, SpongeBo— Whoa! I see you've got yourself a little problem with the cooties.	Yeah, and I lost my job over it.
Plankton: Lost your job you say? I might be able to help you, if you can do something for me.	Anything, Plankton! Anything!
Plankton: Ridding SpongeBob of his worms will put him forever in my debt. That secret formula is good as mine! Plankton: Time to crash this lousy party. Get it? Lousy? Louse? Oh, I'm good. Plankton: You're on your own, worm boy. French Narrator: Soon after... Patrick: Hello?	You gotta help me!
Patrick: Ah! It's a monster with SpongeBob's voice!	No, no, Patrick, wait, don't close the— Aw! Hmm? Squidward! Squidward! Squidward! I need a hug! Does that mean no hug?
Squidward: There will be no hugs! Get away from me, you monstrosity!	Well, this is my life from now on, huh? Just call me SpongeBob WormPants, cause that's all I am, just an apartment for worms! Oh, that's better. Looks like I really wormed my way out of that one.
Gary: Meow!	Gary, it feels so good to be worm free!
Squidward: SpongeBob! I need a hug! Squidward: Let the madness begin.	It's driving test day!
Squidward: SpongeBob! Thanks?	Don't wish me luck, Squidward, I don't need it. What do you say, Mrs. Puff? Let's get this party started. I'm sorry, Mrs. Puff, I know what I did wrong. Don't worry, Mrs. Puff, I got it this time.
Mrs. Puff: No, SpongeBob, not again. Oh no! We're airborne!	Yeah. It's a good thing too. One more crash and you would've popped for sure. Here, let me take that wheel.
Mrs. Puff: No, SpongeBob! Don't touch that! Oh, dear! .	Hey, Mrs. Puff. How are you feeling?
Mrs. Puff: Oh my. What happened to me? Purple Doctorfish: I'm afraid you've had a serious accident. It seems when you crashed, you ruptured your inflation sack. . Mrs. Puff: Oh no! Will I ever be my old self again? Purple Doctorfish: Umm no, my dear, I'm afraid you'll never puff again. Mrs. Puff: .	Hm, from now on, I guess we'll have to call you Mrs. Pop!
Mrs. Puff: .	Mrs. Puff! What are you doing!?
Mrs. Puff: This is all your fault!	I'm sorry! Stop, Mrs. Puff! That tickles!
Mrs. Puff: Why can't you just graduate out of my life?! Oh. Ohh.. Purple Doctorfish: There! That should help her relax.	Sheesh! I don't know what she is so upset about! I think she looks better this way! If I always say, it's duh doy. .
Purple Doctorfish: Yes. Everyone needs to relax. .	Hello, Mrs. Puff. Are we feeling any better?
Mrs. Puff:	I see you got the flowers I sent.
Mrs. Puff: Yes. I'm allergic to them and you!	Ah, this room is so dark and depressing! You need sunlight! .
Mrs. Puff: Ouch.	Come on, Mrs. Puff! You need to get out of this stuffy, old room!
Mrs. Puff: I'm not leaving this bed! Whoa!	Up and at 'em! Y'know what will make you feel better, Mrs. Puff? A nice peaceful stroll! .
Male Doctor: Clear the way! Injured coming through! .	Excuse me! Doctor! What's up with those guys?
Purple Doctorfish: Oh, it's nothing serious. Just a caluty from this week's Demolition Derby! Come check out the carnage! It's actually quite entertaining. . Purple Doctorfish: Pretty gruesome, huh? You gotta hand it to those guys! Risking their lives for our amusement! Mrs. Puff: Risking their lives for our amusement? I could finally be rid of SpongeBob! Forever! Ha ha! And I mean that in the worst possible way! .	What's so funny?
Mrs. Puff: I just thought of a way that you could earn extra credit!	Hooray!
Mrs. Puff: Yes, hooray indeed! . Mrs. Puff: So what do you say Captain Lutefisk? Will you enter him in the derby? For old times sake? Captain Lutefisk: Well, Puff old girl! I wouldn't be I am today without your driving school. But I don't know. He looks kinda soft. . Mrs. Puff: Looks can be deceiving! Observe! Here SpongeBob Hold this. . Captain Lutefisk: Whoa-oa-oa! That kid's a natural! But he's going to need a scarier identity. Derby's all about image! .	Look out, extra credit! Here I come!
Mrs. Puff: Heh heh, yes! Extra credit! . . Captain Lutefisk: Welcome to the Bikini Bottom Demolition Derby! Allow me to introduce our contestants! First off, fegin of crossing guards everywhere: The Kruncher! And from the darkest depths of the brivin' blue: Divin' Bell Dale! And of course, you know and admire: Blow Torch! And the funniest driver of all: The Cackling Cruiser! (The Cackling Crusier laughs) Now with introductions out of the way......Oh! I almost forgot! (Laughs) The Squish! The Kruncher: Hey, Le Squish looks pretty tough. Maybe we should give up now. . Captain Lutefisk: Ok drivers! Start yer engines! And let the destruction begin! . . Mrs. Puff: I can't look! Wait, yes I can!	Ah! .
The Kruncher: What the hay? . Mrs. Puff: What? This is not going well...	Huh? Oh, dear. I think I'm in that fellow's way. Engage turn signals. Adjust mirrors. Hands at ten and two, and finally floor it. .
The Kruncher: Oh, what happened? . Mrs. Puff: What is wrong with you guys?! Squash the Squish! Yes! Blow Torch: . . Captain Lutefisk: Oh! Ooh! Le Squish turns it around with a rare face trend maneuver! Mrs. Puff: .	Mrs. Puff! What should I...
Mrs. Puff: Why... are you still... ALIVE?!	Put her in drive? Thanks, Mrs. Puff, you're the best!
. Mrs. Puff: Curse you, SpongeBob!	What's that Mrs. Puff? .
Blow Torch: I got you this time! . Mrs. Puff: This is it! Ha ha! Yes! Huh? . Mrs. Puff: If you want someone demolished, I guess you have to demolish them yourself! Not so fast! There's one more challenger! I'm The Huff! You're blocking my view! Hah hah hah! Huh? .	Mrs. Puff! It's you! And you're all puffy again! Now everything's back to normal!
. Mrs. Puff: Yes, perfectly normal.	Patrick! Tee time, Patrick! Patrick! Tee time, Patrick! Patrick! Wake up!
Patrick: Ready to lose? Weather permitting, of course.	Aw, how are we supposed to golf in this this downpour? Our putters are getting waterlogged.
Patrick: Dumb rain! Doesn't anybody know I'm the sheriff in these parts? Hey, rain! You better stop that! Patrick: AAAAAAHHH!!!!! Squidward: If you two don't mind, could you keep it down to a low rumble? SpongeBob and Patrick: Sorry, Squidward.	I guess we were just too upset about the rain and how...
Squidward: Don't care.	I was really looking forward to a day of sportsmanship and male bonding. Thanks a lot, rain! Hey, that gives me an idea.
French narrator: What follows is a brief construction montage. French narrator: We hope you enjoyed this brief construction montage. Squidward: Hey! Hello?! Nitwit, morons.	Oh, hi, Squidward. Up from your slumber, I see. Well, you're just in time to endure in a friendly game of indoor miniature golf!
Squidward: I will not indulge in anything friendly or otherwise with the likes of you two! Presently, I am heading to enjoy a well-deserved morning nap! Patrick: But we sculpted your likeness out of butter on hole five. Squidward: I don't care! Listen up, I will not be woken from my nap again, and if I am, I'm gonna... Patrick: Join us on the back nine? Squidward: Just don't let it happen again! Or else.	Let's get this game teed off. You're up first, my good man.
Squidward: Would you two KEEP IT DOWN?!	Better tone down the calisthenics, Patrick. Don't want to upset Squidward.
Patrick: Can't wait to lose, huh? NO! Ooh. If you would just let me finish my stretches, I wouldn't have missed my first shot!	Oh, don't worry, Patrick, I'm sure you'll get the hang of it. Besides, we're just playin' for fun, right? And back, and-
Patrick: Nice shot.	What are you doing?
Patrick: Moving my ball.	Patrick, you have to play it where it lands.
Patrick: Fine. Have it your way. Ready to give up? Patrick: Ha! Let's see how you do against the windmill. You haven't got a chance.	You know, Patrick, this is just a game.
Patrick: Oh, it is just a game, which I am gonna win.	I think you're missing the point.
Patrick: Speaking of m-m-MISSING! Ha! Gotta play it where it lands. Watch and learn, SquarePants. Watch and learn. YES! See if you can top that!	Okay.
Patrick: SpongeBob readies the approach shot. He's gotta be very careful he doesn't hook the shot here, because this would certainly be an inopportune time for a bogey. A pressure-packed shot to be sure. Bikini Bottomites: Aw. Patrick: Looks like we're tied, three shots to three.	Shots. They're called strokes in golf, Patrick. Not shots.
Patrick: Whatever. AND HE SINKS ANOTHER HOLE IN ONE! That's two in a row!	All right. You wanna play competitive, eh? Observe. Right between the old wickets. Come on bally, don't fail me now.
Patrick: Watch out for the water hazard.	Patrick, the only hazard I can see is you standing in my shot.
Patrick: I have no idea what you're talking about.	Fine. Be that way. I'll just go around you. Oops.
Patrick: Show-off. I can do that.	Oh, where did our balls go?!
Patrick: Well, how do I know? I was just copying you.	Uh-oh. Oh well, I guess that's game point.
Patrick: Oh-ho-ho-ho-ho, hold on there, fella. It's not over yet.	But remember what Squidward said? We can't make any noise!
Patrick: Who said anything about noise? We're just gonna get outta the rough and back to the course!	Hey! Patrick. Patrick! What's the big idea? I thought we were in here to play golf, remember?
Patrick: Okay, okay!	Now where is that darn ball?
Patrick: Oh!	Patrick, have you seen my ball?
Patrick: Was it a red one?	M-hmm.
Patrick: It might have been in the kelp salad.	Patrick, you ate my ball?
Patrick: Don't worry, I'll get it.	Patrick, no.
Patrick: No?	I have to play the ball where it lies. You'll need to leave this open. Now, let's see, if I was a golf ball, where would I-oh! Next to the gallbladder, of course. Fore! Where's your ball?
Patrick: I don't know. Got to be around here somewhere.	There it is!
Patrick: Uh-oh.	Play it where it lies.
Patrick: Hole in one! Top that!	I could do that blindfolded.
Patrick: Wait up! Warmer. Warmer. Red hot!	Aha!
Patrick: Warmer. Warmer. Colder. Colder. Warmer. Warmer. Warmer. Hot. Hotter. Red hot! Red hot! Wait, My mistake. You're right. Oh, Warmer. Warmer. Hot. Hot. Red hot. Red hot! SpongeBob, red hot! Wrong again.	Patrick...
Patrick: Stop peeking! Hotter. Hotter! Hot! Hot! Cold. Hot. Cold. Hot! Cold.	Patrick, this is ridic- -ulous. Wow. Squidward's really let this place go. Patrick...!
Patrick: AAAAAHHH!!!!!!!!!!	What are you doing?
Patrick: I was just freshening up. But these fancy fixtures are touchy Hot! Red hot! Ah! Cold! Cold! Cold!	Would you please get back in the game?
Patrick: But I wanted to try his loofah.	Those balls have got to be around here somewhere. Oh, Patrick.
Patrick: Uhh, look a little closer, buddy.	Play it where it lies?
Patrick: Play it where it lies.	But how are we gonna hit our balls back to my house from here?
Patrick: All it takes is a little finesse, SpongeBob. All it takes is a little finesse.	Okay, you're good to go.
Patrick: Fore! It's all yours.	This one's for all the marbles.
Patrick: But I thought we weren't betting.	No, I mean whoever wins this hole wins the game.
Squidward: What's going on here? SpongeBob and Patrick: Hole in one!	Good morning.
Patrick: Sorry we woke you. Squidward: Wha-What?	Hey, Squidward, what happened to your dentures?
Patrick: Good game, pal.	Rematch next Saturday?
Patrick: Rain or shine, SpongeBob. Rain or shine. Squidward: SpongeBob?!	Gary, the paper's here! You can have this, buddy. 'Cause all I need is the entertainment section! I am a happy sponge!
Gary: Meow! Patrick: I see you got the paper.	Oh, hey, Patrick. Well, I'd better get going.
Patrick: Yep, see you later. SpongeBob and Patrick: What did you say? Patrick: Well, I didn't say anything.	I didn't say anything, either.
SpongeBob and Patrick: See you later then.	Alright, quit messing with me! I know you said something.
Patrick: Ah, but it is you that is messing with me. That's what's messing with us!	It's a baby scallop.
Patrick: I'll take care of this!	No, Patrick! It's totally helpless. It looks like he can't even fly yet.
Patrick: What's the matter, is he stupid?	No, Patrick, he's just a baby. He's all alone with no one to take care of him.
Patrick: Well, we can't just leave him out here.	You're right. Come on, let's take him into the pineapple. Hmmm, let's see, we need a box for him to sleep in. There you go. It's the best seat in the house.

Squidward: Uhh... How about this, huh? Remember?

That's not in the book, either.

Squidward: FORGET ABOUT THE BOOK!!! Ha! Look at all this mess, SpongeBob! What do all these little bits of paper make you want to do!?

Wait, I know this. Oh, wait, I think I got it! There we go! Yeah!! Ta-da!

Squidward: Okay, SpongeBob. Let's just move onto the marble.

First, an artist must concentrate and visualize his concept.

Squidward: Now you've got it.

I've gotta embrace the marble!

Squidward: Right.

I've gotta sniff the marble!

Squidward: Well, uh, okay.

I've gotta lick the marble!

Squidward: Uhh...

I've gotta wash the marble! I've gotta date the marble! I'VE GOTTA BE THE MARBLE! I've got it! I have see the sculpture within.

Squidward: Here you go, buddy.

With this tool, I shall give birth... to art!

Squidward: Oh, boy...

But, one more thing. There. Now it's art. Well, what do you think, Squidward? Just take it all in for a moment. Let it soak in. It looks like the excitement of my artistic triumph is too much for Squidward. Oh, well, back to the dump. ♪To the dump, to the dump, to the dump, dump dump. To the dump, to the dump, To the dump, dump dump.♪

Monty: I'm here for the... what the? Who is responsible for this?! Squidward: As of now, it's his responsibility. Good day to you, sir! Monty: You, sir, are the greatest artist who ever lived!

Hi. Gary, I feel funny inside. Yow! Hello. Gary, there's something inside of me.

Gary: Meow.

You see anything? Gary the Snail, is that any way to treat an uninvited guest? Oh, hello. Ooh! That tickles! More like prickles. Hey, I think I'll call you Prickles! I see you! Okay, okay. Enough's enough. It's time for you to go, little guy. I already have a pet—Gary. I'm afraid I just don't need another one. Aw, stop, stop! Oh, Gary, I don't want to hear the little guy cry.

Gary: Meow.

Such a sad story. Okay, little buddy, but just for one night. Nighty-night, Prickles. Huh? Wow, a house party going on inside of me! Hey, why wasn't I invited? I guess I was since I am the house! Look, Gary, now we have tons of prickly new friends!

Gary: Meow, meow.

Wup-poo! Wup-poo! Wup-poo!

French Narrator: 3,000 Wup-poos later...

Wup-poo! Wup-poo! Wup-poo! Wup-poo! Oh, my gosh! I completely lost all track of time! Hey, uh, sorry to be a party pooper, guys, but I've gotta take a shower and get ready for work. Guys? Guy—guys? Gary, calm down. We're all friends here. Ow! Open up, Gary! I'm still in my underwear! Gary, I need to take a shower.

Debbie Rechid: I did not need to see that! Ugh!

All right, I guess you guys will just have to stay and go to work with me. Just keep a low profile or I could lose my job.

Mr. Krabs: Eh, SpongeBob. Did ya clean out the— Sweet Dutchman's ghost! When's the last time you took a bath, boy-o? You're riddled with vermin.

I—I d—d—don't know what you mean, sir.

Mr. Krabs: If customers find out you're touching patties with your wormy hands, the health department will shut us down for sure.

I understand, sir. Mr. Krabs, will you excuse me for a second? Prickles, you heard my boss. I'm sorry, but I'm gonna have to ask you and your friends to leave, please. Squatters rights? What the heck is squatters rights?

Mr. Krabs: Oh, they're lawyering up, boy-o. They're makin' a legal claim to keep living in your body.

It's okay, Mr. Krabs, they're not hurting me.

Mr. Krabs: Son, you gotta understand. I can't have you work here in your present filthy condisherin'. Mr. Krabs: Oh! That's the last straw! Mr. Squid— Squidward: On it, sir! Hasta la vista, worm boy! Mr. Krabs: And don't come back until you're dewormed!

What am I gonna do?

Plankton: Hey, SpongeBo— Whoa! I see you've got yourself a little problem with the cooties.

Yeah, and I lost my job over it.

Plankton: Lost your job you say? I might be able to help you, if you can do something for me.

Anything, Plankton! Anything!

Plankton: Ridding SpongeBob of his worms will put him forever in my debt. That secret formula is good as mine! Plankton: Time to crash this lousy party. Get it? Lousy? Louse? Oh, I'm good. Plankton: You're on your own, worm boy. French Narrator: Soon after... Patrick: Hello?

You gotta help me!

Patrick: Ah! It's a monster with SpongeBob's voice!

No, no, Patrick, wait, don't close the— Aw! Hmm? Squidward! Squidward! Squidward! I need a hug! Does that mean no hug?

Squidward: There will be no hugs! Get away from me, you monstrosity!

Well, this is my life from now on, huh? Just call me SpongeBob WormPants, cause that's all I am, just an apartment for worms! Oh, that's better. Looks like I really wormed my way out of that one.

Gary: Meow!

Gary, it feels so good to be worm free!

Squidward: SpongeBob! I need a hug! Squidward: Let the madness begin.

It's driving test day!

Squidward: SpongeBob! Thanks?

Don't wish me luck, Squidward, I don't need it. What do you say, Mrs. Puff? Let's get this party started. I'm sorry, Mrs. Puff, I know what I did wrong. Don't worry, Mrs. Puff, I got it this time.

Mrs. Puff: No, SpongeBob, not again. Oh no! We're airborne!

Yeah. It's a good thing too. One more crash and you would've popped for sure. Here, let me take that wheel.

Mrs. Puff: No, SpongeBob! Don't touch that! Oh, dear! .

Hey, Mrs. Puff. How are you feeling?

Mrs. Puff: Oh my. What happened to me? Purple Doctorfish: I'm afraid you've had a serious accident. It seems when you crashed, you ruptured your inflation sack. . Mrs. Puff: Oh no! Will I ever be my old self again? Purple Doctorfish: Umm no, my dear, I'm afraid you'll never puff again. Mrs. Puff: .

Hm, from now on, I guess we'll have to call you Mrs. Pop!

Mrs. Puff: .

Mrs. Puff! What are you doing!?

Mrs. Puff: This is all your fault!

I'm sorry! Stop, Mrs. Puff! That tickles!

Mrs. Puff: Why can't you just graduate out of my life?! Oh. Ohh.. Purple Doctorfish: There! That should help her relax.

Sheesh! I don't know what she is so upset about! I think she looks better this way! If I always say, it's duh doy. .

Purple Doctorfish: Yes. Everyone needs to relax. .

Hello, Mrs. Puff. Are we feeling any better?

Mrs. Puff:

I see you got the flowers I sent.

Mrs. Puff: Yes. I'm allergic to them and you!

Ah, this room is so dark and depressing! You need sunlight! .

Mrs. Puff: Ouch.

Come on, Mrs. Puff! You need to get out of this stuffy, old room!

Mrs. Puff: I'm not leaving this bed! Whoa!

Up and at 'em! Y'know what will make you feel better, Mrs. Puff? A nice peaceful stroll! .

Male Doctor: Clear the way! Injured coming through! .

Excuse me! Doctor! What's up with those guys?

Purple Doctorfish: Oh, it's nothing serious. Just a caluty from this week's Demolition Derby! Come check out the carnage! It's actually quite entertaining. . Purple Doctorfish: Pretty gruesome, huh? You gotta hand it to those guys! Risking their lives for our amusement! Mrs. Puff: Risking their lives for our amusement? I could finally be rid of SpongeBob! Forever! Ha ha! And I mean that in the worst possible way! .

What's so funny?

Mrs. Puff: I just thought of a way that you could earn extra credit!

Hooray!

Mrs. Puff: Yes, hooray indeed! . Mrs. Puff: So what do you say Captain Lutefisk? Will you enter him in the derby? For old times sake? Captain Lutefisk: Well, Puff old girl! I wouldn't be I am today without your driving school. But I don't know. He looks kinda soft. . Mrs. Puff: Looks can be deceiving! Observe! Here SpongeBob Hold this. . Captain Lutefisk: Whoa-oa-oa! That kid's a natural! But he's going to need a scarier identity. Derby's all about image! .

Look out, extra credit! Here I come!

Mrs. Puff: Heh heh, yes! Extra credit! . . Captain Lutefisk: Welcome to the Bikini Bottom Demolition Derby! Allow me to introduce our contestants! First off, fegin of crossing guards everywhere: The Kruncher! And from the darkest depths of the brivin' blue: Divin' Bell Dale! And of course, you know and admire: Blow Torch! And the funniest driver of all: The Cackling Cruiser! (The Cackling Crusier laughs) Now with introductions out of the way......Oh! I almost forgot! (Laughs) The Squish! The Kruncher: Hey, Le Squish looks pretty tough. Maybe we should give up now. . Captain Lutefisk: Ok drivers! Start yer engines! And let the destruction begin! . . Mrs. Puff: I can't look! Wait, yes I can!

Ah! .

The Kruncher: What the hay? . Mrs. Puff: What? This is not going well...

Huh? Oh, dear. I think I'm in that fellow's way. Engage turn signals. Adjust mirrors. Hands at ten and two, and finally floor it. .

The Kruncher: Oh, what happened? . Mrs. Puff: What is wrong with you guys?! Squash the Squish! Yes! Blow Torch: . . Captain Lutefisk: Oh! Ooh! Le Squish turns it around with a rare face trend maneuver! Mrs. Puff: .

Mrs. Puff! What should I...

Mrs. Puff: Why... are you still... ALIVE?!

Put her in drive? Thanks, Mrs. Puff, you're the best!

. Mrs. Puff: Curse you, SpongeBob!

What's that Mrs. Puff? .

Blow Torch: I got you this time! . Mrs. Puff: This is it! Ha ha! Yes! Huh? . Mrs. Puff: If you want someone demolished, I guess you have to demolish them yourself! Not so fast! There's one more challenger! I'm The Huff! You're blocking my view! Hah hah hah! Huh? .

Mrs. Puff! It's you! And you're all puffy again! Now everything's back to normal!

. Mrs. Puff: Yes, perfectly normal.

Patrick! Tee time, Patrick! Patrick! Tee time, Patrick! Patrick! Wake up!

Patrick: Ready to lose? Weather permitting, of course.

Aw, how are we supposed to golf in this this downpour? Our putters are getting waterlogged.

Patrick: Dumb rain! Doesn't anybody know I'm the sheriff in these parts? Hey, rain! You better stop that! Patrick: AAAAAAHHH!!!!! Squidward: If you two don't mind, could you keep it down to a low rumble? SpongeBob and Patrick: Sorry, Squidward.

I guess we were just too upset about the rain and how...

Squidward: Don't care.

I was really looking forward to a day of sportsmanship and male bonding. Thanks a lot, rain! Hey, that gives me an idea.

French narrator: What follows is a brief construction montage. French narrator: We hope you enjoyed this brief construction montage. Squidward: Hey! Hello?! Nitwit, morons.

Oh, hi, Squidward. Up from your slumber, I see. Well, you're just in time to endure in a friendly game of indoor miniature golf!

Squidward: I will not indulge in anything friendly or otherwise with the likes of you two! Presently, I am heading to enjoy a well-deserved morning nap! Patrick: But we sculpted your likeness out of butter on hole five. Squidward: I don't care! Listen up, I will not be woken from my nap again, and if I am, I'm gonna... Patrick: Join us on the back nine? Squidward: Just don't let it happen again! Or else.

Let's get this game teed off. You're up first, my good man.

Squidward: Would you two KEEP IT DOWN?!

Better tone down the calisthenics, Patrick. Don't want to upset Squidward.

Patrick: Can't wait to lose, huh? NO! Ooh. If you would just let me finish my stretches, I wouldn't have missed my first shot!

Oh, don't worry, Patrick, I'm sure you'll get the hang of it. Besides, we're just playin' for fun, right? And back, and-

Patrick: Nice shot.

What are you doing?

Patrick: Moving my ball.

Patrick, you have to play it where it lands.

Patrick: Fine. Have it your way. Ready to give up? Patrick: Ha! Let's see how you do against the windmill. You haven't got a chance.

You know, Patrick, this is just a game.

Patrick: Oh, it is just a game, which I am gonna win.

I think you're missing the point.

Patrick: Speaking of m-m-MISSING! Ha! Gotta play it where it lands. Watch and learn, SquarePants. Watch and learn. YES! See if you can top that!

Okay.

Patrick: SpongeBob readies the approach shot. He's gotta be very careful he doesn't hook the shot here, because this would certainly be an inopportune time for a bogey. A pressure-packed shot to be sure. Bikini Bottomites: Aw. Patrick: Looks like we're tied, three shots to three.

Shots. They're called strokes in golf, Patrick. Not shots.

Patrick: Whatever. AND HE SINKS ANOTHER HOLE IN ONE! That's two in a row!

All right. You wanna play competitive, eh? Observe. Right between the old wickets. Come on bally, don't fail me now.

Patrick: Watch out for the water hazard.

Patrick, the only hazard I can see is you standing in my shot.

Patrick: I have no idea what you're talking about.

Fine. Be that way. I'll just go around you. Oops.

Patrick: Show-off. I can do that.

Oh, where did our balls go?!

Patrick: Well, how do I know? I was just copying you.

Uh-oh. Oh well, I guess that's game point.

Patrick: Oh-ho-ho-ho-ho, hold on there, fella. It's not over yet.

But remember what Squidward said? We can't make any noise!

Patrick: Who said anything about noise? We're just gonna get outta the rough and back to the course!

Hey! Patrick. Patrick! What's the big idea? I thought we were in here to play golf, remember?

Patrick: Okay, okay!

Now where is that darn ball?

Patrick: Oh!

Patrick, have you seen my ball?

Patrick: Was it a red one?

M-hmm.

Patrick: It might have been in the kelp salad.

Patrick, you ate my ball?

Patrick: Don't worry, I'll get it.

Patrick, no.

Patrick: No?

I have to play the ball where it lies. You'll need to leave this open. Now, let's see, if I was a golf ball, where would I-oh! Next to the gallbladder, of course. Fore! Where's your ball?

Patrick: I don't know. Got to be around here somewhere.

There it is!

Patrick: Uh-oh.

Play it where it lies.

Patrick: Hole in one! Top that!

I could do that blindfolded.

Patrick: Wait up! Warmer. Warmer. Red hot!

Aha!

Patrick: Warmer. Warmer. Colder. Colder. Warmer. Warmer. Warmer. Hot. Hotter. Red hot! Red hot! Wait, My mistake. You're right. Oh, Warmer. Warmer. Hot. Hot. Red hot. Red hot! SpongeBob, red hot! Wrong again.

Patrick...

Patrick: Stop peeking! Hotter. Hotter! Hot! Hot! Cold. Hot. Cold. Hot! Cold.

Patrick, this is ridic- -ulous. Wow. Squidward's really let this place go. Patrick...!

Patrick: AAAAAHHH!!!!!!!!!!

What are you doing?

Patrick: I was just freshening up. But these fancy fixtures are touchy Hot! Red hot! Ah! Cold! Cold! Cold!

Would you please get back in the game?

Patrick: But I wanted to try his loofah.

Those balls have got to be around here somewhere. Oh, Patrick.

Patrick: Uhh, look a little closer, buddy.

Play it where it lies?

Patrick: Play it where it lies.

But how are we gonna hit our balls back to my house from here?

Patrick: All it takes is a little finesse, SpongeBob. All it takes is a little finesse.

Okay, you're good to go.

Patrick: Fore! It's all yours.

This one's for all the marbles.

Patrick: But I thought we weren't betting.

No, I mean whoever wins this hole wins the game.

Squidward: What's going on here? SpongeBob and Patrick: Hole in one!

Good morning.

Patrick: Sorry we woke you. Squidward: Wha-What?

Hey, Squidward, what happened to your dentures?

Patrick: Good game, pal.

Rematch next Saturday?

Patrick: Rain or shine, SpongeBob. Rain or shine. Squidward: SpongeBob?!

Gary, the paper's here! You can have this, buddy. 'Cause all I need is the entertainment section! I am a happy sponge!

Gary: Meow! Patrick: I see you got the paper.

Oh, hey, Patrick. Well, I'd better get going.

Patrick: Yep, see you later. SpongeBob and Patrick: What did you say? Patrick: Well, I didn't say anything.

I didn't say anything, either.

SpongeBob and Patrick: See you later then.

Alright, quit messing with me! I know you said something.

Patrick: Ah, but it is you that is messing with me. That's what's messing with us!

It's a baby scallop.

Patrick: I'll take care of this!

No, Patrick! It's totally helpless. It looks like he can't even fly yet.

Patrick: What's the matter, is he stupid?

No, Patrick, he's just a baby. He's all alone with no one to take care of him.

Patrick: Well, we can't just leave him out here.

You're right. Come on, let's take him into the pineapple. Hmmm, let's see, we need a box for him to sleep in. There you go. It's the best seat in the house.