rqchao/spongebob · Datasets at Hugging Face

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Patrick: I'm not your best friend. I'm a no-good jelly netting thief fish!	Where are you going?
Patrick: I'm leaving Bikini Bottom while I still have my dignity.	Patrick, no! So, this is it?
Patrick: Barring the unforeseen hand of fate, I'm afraid it is.	Patrick, don't go! I'm sorry I accused you! It's bad enough I lost my net. I don't want to lose my friend, too. Please forgive me.
Nat Peterson: What's the holdup? Oh, it's you two. Look, you left your net on the bus again.	Ol' Reliable? I left you on the bus?
Nat Peterson: You do it every week. Now can we get going?	Patrick, I want you to take this to remember me by.
Patrick: You're giving me Ol' Reliable? I accept your apology!	Oh, come here, you big lug!
All: Aww... Nat Peterson: They do this all the time. I'm serious. I--ugh, never mind. Patrick: I'm staying in Bikini Bottom! Passengers: Hooray! Patrick: You want to go jellyfishing? I just got a new net.	So did I. My best friend made it for me.
SpongeBob & Patrick: Whee!	Hi, mailman! Okay, see you tomorrow!
Patrick: Hey, the mail's here! What did you get?	Let's see... Gary, Gary, Gary, Gary, Gary, Gary, hey! A magazine! That's funny, I don't remember subscribing to Fancy Living Digest.
SpongeBob and Patrick: Whoa!	Look at all these glossy depictions of a higher standard of living! This guy's so rich, he has a swimming pool in his swimming pool!
Patrick: This guy's got shoes! Squidward: Give me that! Stealing my mail, eh? You're lucky I don't report you to the authorities.	Hey, Squidward, how do the people in that magazine get all that money?
Squidward: They're entrepreneurs. They sell things to people.	What kind of things?
Squidward: How should I know? Things people wanna buy. Now keep your paws off my mail.	That's it, Patrick! We gotta become entrepreneurs!
Patrick: Is that gonna hurt?	Quick, Patrick, without thinking, if you could have anything in the world right now, what would it be?
Patrick: Uh... More time for thinking.	No, something real, an item, something you would pay for.
Patrick: A chocolate bar?	That's a great idea, Pat! We'll become traveling chocolate bar salesmen! Fancy living, here we come!
Patrick: Make way for a couple of ontre-prenyouers!	Okay, Patrick, this is it! The first step on our road to living fancy! Just follow my lead. Good afternoon, sir, could we interest you in some chocolate?
Tom: Chocolate? Did you say, Chocolate?! Patrick: Yes, sir. With or without nuts? Tom: Chocolate?! CHOCOLATE?! CHOCOLATE! CHOCOLATE!	Okay, the first guy didn't count. This is our real first step! Good morning, sir! Would you like to buy some chocolate?
Con man: Chocolate bars, eh?	Yes, sir, we are chocolate bar salesmen!
Con man: Ha! A couple of mediocre salesmen if you ask me. That's no way to carry your merchandise! Con man: No, no no no, wrong. You guys wanna be good salesmen, right? SpongeBob and Patrick: Oh, most certainly, sir! Con man: Well, no self respecting candy bar salesman would be caught dead without one of these!	Wow... what is it?
Con man: It's a candy bar bag, you knucklehead! It's specially designed to cradle each candy bar in velvet-lined comfort! Con man: But, I'm wasting my time. You don't need these bags. SpongeBob and Patrick: We need 'em! We need 'em! Con man: So long, boys! Happy hunting! Suckers... SpongeBob and Patrick: Fancy livin', here we come! La la la la, la!	Let's try next door!
Con man: Yes?	Huh? Say, weren't you the same guy who sold us these candy bar bags?
Con man: I... don't recall. But it looks to me like you fellas have got a lot of bags there. You two lady killers are too smart to be without one of my patented Candy Bar Bag Carrying Bags. Patrick: We'll take twenty! Sadie: Oh, what can I do for you two nice young men?	We're selling chocolate bars. Would you like to buy one?
Sadie: That sounds heavenly! I'll take one.	One chocolate bar, coming up!
Sadie: I don't have time for this.	I... got it! One chocolate bar for the nice—
Tom: Chocolate! Chocolate! Chocolate!	—lady. We're not doing so well, Patrick. We need a new approach, a new tactic.
Patrick: Hm... I got it! Let's get naked!	No, let's save that for when we're selling real estate. There must be something. What was the reason we bought those bags?
Patrick: He said we were mediocre...	That's it! He made us feel special!
Patrick: Yeah, he did... I'm going back to buy more bags!	No, wait, Patrick! Why don't we try being nice?
Patrick: Oh, okay.	Remember, Patrick, flatter the customer. Make him feel good.
Blue Fish with purple stripes: Hello? Patrick: I love you.	I think you laid it on a teensy bit thick there, old pal. Let me try.
Blue Fish with purple stripes: Please. G-Go away!	Um, H-H-How you doin'?
Blue Fish with purple stripes: How am I doing?	Wanna buy some chocolate?
Patrick: We got him now! Blue Fish with purple stripes: Sorry, chocolate has sugar and sugar turns to bubbling fat. Isn't that right, blubber boy? Patrick: Hee hee, it tickles! Blue Fish with purple stripes: As you can see, me and chocolate no longer hang. Blue Fish with purple stripes: You can keep that for five bucks. Patrick: I'll take ten!	We haven't sold one chocolate bar. I got a feeling that we're too easily distracted.
Patrick: Huh?	Let's make a pact right now that we will stay focused on selling at the next house.
Patrick: Huh?	Let's shake on it.
Patrick: Did you say something?	Remember, Patrick, focus.
Purple Fish: Yes?	Good afternoon, sir, we're selling chocolate bars.
Purple Fish: Why is Chubby here staring at me? Patrick: Focusing. Purple Fish: Back up, Jack! Patrick: Nice place you got in here.	I can't understand what were doing wrong.
Patrick: I can't understand anything.	There's something to this selling game that were just not getting. Other people do it, I mean look at that!
Patrick: Eat Barnacle Chips, they're delicious.	They are most certainly not delicious!
Patrick: Not the way I use them!	Yet they sell millions of bags a day!
Patrick: Well, maybe if they didn't stretch the truth, they wouldn't sell as many.	That's it, Patrick! We've gotta stretch the truth!
Tom: Chocolate!	We'll work as a team. Let me get this customer warmed up, and then you come in for the kill!
Patrick: The kill! Mary: Yes?	Hello, young lady. We're selling chocolate. Is your mother home?
Mary: Mom! Mary's Mother: What, what, what's all the yelling? Mary's Mother: You just can't wait for me to die, can you? Mary: They're selling chocolate. Mary's Mother: Chocolate? Mary: Yeah! Mary's Mother: What, what are they selling? Mary: Chocolates! Mary's Mother: What? Mary: Chocolates! Mary's Mother: I can't hear you! Mary: They're selling chocolates! Mary's Mother: They're selling chocolate? Mary: Yeah! Mary's Mother: Chocolate. I remember when they first invented chocolate. Sweet, sweet chocolate. Mary's Mother: I always hated it!	Oh, but this chocolate's not for eating. It's for...
Patrick: You rub it on your skin and it makes you live forever. Mary's Mother: Live forever, you say? I'll take one. Mary's Mother: Come on, you lazy Mary! Start rubbing me with that chocolate! Mary: I hate you.	If we keep exaggerating the truth, we'll be fancy living in no time!
Patrick: Hooray for lying!	It'll make your hair grow.
Fred: Great! My wife's trying to grow a beard!	They'll make you sound smart.
Customer: I'll take twenty! Patrick: It'll keep your face from getting any uglier. Patrick 2: Just in time.	They'll make you fly!
Patrick: You'll fall in love!	They'll bring world peace!
Patrick: You'll walk through walls!	You'll rule the world!
Patrick: This'll be the best lie yet!	Yeah, this guy will feel so sorry for us, he'll have to buy all of our chocolate!
Customer: What can I do for you boys?	Hello, sir. Would you like to buy a chocolate bar? We need an operation.
Customer: Really? Customer: Small world. What's the matter with you guys?	Um, we've got some head trauma and internal bleeding.
Customer: Ah, some guys have all the luck. Customer: I was born with glass bones and paper skin. Every morning, I break my legs, and every afternoon, I break my arms. Customer: At night, I lie awake in agony until my heart attacks put me to sleep. Customer: Oh, no... Customer: Ow...	Quick, Patrick, let's help him! Careful, put him down gently.
Customer: Ow...!	Poor, poor man. If there's anything, anything we can do to help you?
Customer: Well, there is one thing... as you can well imagine, my medical bills are extremely high, but luckily, I am able to keep myself alive by selling... chocolate bars. Customer: Such nice boys, it does my heart good to con a couple of Class A suckeroonies like those two! Ha ha ha!	Don't get me wrong, Patrick. It's great that we helped that guy out, but there's no one left in town to sell chocolate bars to. Let's admit it, Patrick. We're failures.
Patrick: I can live with that.	Let's change our names to Why and Bother.
Tom: Chocolate!	No! Don't hurt us. Please don't hurt me. No no. Please...
Patrick: No! Have mercy on me! Please spare me! Tom: Finally! I've been trying to catch you boys all day! Now that I got you right where I want you... I'd like to buy all your chocolate.	Thank you for your patronage.
Patrick: Are we living the fancy life yet, SpongeBob?	Not yet, pally! First, we got to spend all the money.
Patrick: But what are we going to spend it on? Squidward: Good evening, sir. Table for one, please. Server: Sorry, but the whole restaurant has been rented to a private party. Squidward: But it's my only night to be fancy! Oh, who could afford to rent out the whole restaurant? Server: Oh, a couple of rich entrepreneurs and their dates.	So, how long have you two ladies known each other?
Mary's Mother: What? What did he say? French narrator: Last week, a never-before-seen episode of SpongeBob SquarePants was discovered under a desk at Nickelodeon Studios. Now all the world is waiting in fevered anticipation to watch... the SpongeBob SquarePants Lost Episode! Now, to present the Lost Episode, from Encino, California, the president of the SpongeBob SquarePants fan club, Patchy the Pirate! Potty: Patchy! Patchy! The kids're here. Patchy: Wagh! Hot! Hot! Hot! Potty, don't you know this is Patchy's private time? Oh, hello! Dahh! What are you all doing here? Potty: They're here to see the lost episode. Brawk! Patchy: But I haven't got the lost episode because I... well, I lost it! Children: No, Patchy! Please! Don't say that, Patchy! Please! Patchy: But it is! It's lost and I have no idea where it is, so it's best if you forget all about old SpongeBob. French narrator: Remembering SpongeBob. Patchy: I don't believe I lost the Lost Episode. I never lose anything. Potty: What about your leg? Patchy: Well, yeah, but... Potty: And your eye. Patchy: Well, the eye, I... Potty: And your hand. Patchy: And the h... oh, get out of here you blasted bird! Hmm... if only I had a map to tell me where the Lost Episode is. Potty: What is it? Brawk! Patchy: Hey... it's a map! It's a map to the Lost Episode of SpongeBob I lost! Potty: It's a dream come true! Patchy: We gotta go find it, Potty! Oh, first I'll need me treasure hunting leg. Come on, Potty! Ah! Times a-wastin'! Potty: Brawk! Patchy: Ten paces past Mrs. Johnson's house. Mrs. Johnson: Would you boys like some cookies? Patchy: Put 'em in a doggie bag, Mrs. Johnson. Can't right now, we're on a treasure hunt. Mrs. Johnson: Okay, don't catch a cold. Patchy: Walk five fathoms past Don's Import Store and Delicatessen. Half a league to the forked tree. Oh! Now all that's left is... Huh?! The seven trials of Monkey Lagoon?! Merciful Neptune. Only for SpongeBob. Only for SpongeBob! Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! Ow! Ahh... Ahh... Ah! We made it. We survived the trials. Oh, I'm really gonna dig this lost episode. Dig it, get it? Potty: You stink. Patchy: And I just got out of the shower. Hey, Potty, I think I hit something. Clever, bury your treasure above the surface. Potty: Brawk! Patchy: This is it! I don't know what it means either... ...but I got what I came for. Come on, Potty, time's a-wastin'. Yeah! Popcorn. Soda. Pickled garlic. Hurry Potty, hit the remote! Potty: Brawk! Patchy: This is gonna be great. I can't believe it. More SpongeBob. This is so exciting! Here it comes! Potty: Brawk. Pipe down. Patchy: That's it? That's the Lost Episode? That was just a bunch of cheap walk cycles! Potty: What a rip. Patchy: Grrrrr... SpongeBob betrayed us! I'm sorry I ever started this stupid fan club in the first place! I'm gonna get rid of all my SpongeBob stuff! All of it! All of it! All of it! I'm gonna run away; that's what I'll do, run away! Potty: Sheesh, what a hothead. Announcer: And now, the real Lost Episode. Potty: Brawk! Patchy, come back, there's more! Patchy: Really? Hooray, let's watch! French narrator: Here we see the proud jellyfish hunter. He stands motionless to lure the jellyfish into a false sense of security. And when his prey ventures to close, he springs into action.	Huh? Ooh! Phew! I salute you, oh majestic jellyfish. Your command of the sky is unmatched. Floating just out of the reach of my net, but near enough that I can see your untamed beauty. ♪If only I could join you there in the air. Floating free without a care. I wish I could fly. And see things with a different eye.♪ ♪I would fly so very high and touch the sky.♪ ♪And never have to ask why it is that I can't fly♪ Wait a minute, I'm forgetting the words of Grandpa SquarePants.
Grandpa SquarePants: If we were meant to fly, we'd have propellers on our heads or jet engines on our backs.	I'm gonna follow his advice, by gum. I'll invent a flying machine!
Patrick: What's that contraption, SpongeBob?	That, Patrick, is a flying machine.
Patrick:	What's so funny?
Patrick: Well, it's like my grandpa used to say. Grandpa SquarePants: If we were meant to fly... Hey, I'm not your grandfather!	Well, here I go, Patrick! I'm off to fly with the jellyfish! Ignition, check! Landing gear... check! Complimentary peanuts... check-a-roo. Ready for takeoff!
Patrick: You cut a hole in Farmer Jenkins' grain silo!	Don't remind me.
Jenkins: I knew no good would come from city folk and their flying machines! Now git! Patrick: We better do what he says. He knows how to grow food!	Well, it took me all night, but here they are. The new blueprints! I wasn't even close with that last one. Propellers, rudders... This one's gonna fly! I can feel it. Ready, Patrick?
Patrick: Ready!	It's working, Patrick! I'm flying! I'm... falling! Ooh! This is it, Patrick. The physics are all here. This time, I'm gonna fly! Behold.
Patrick: Oh boy, a birthday party!	No, Patrick. This is the SquarePants Flyer Mark Three. All you do is remove the brick, or ballast, and... Huh? Well, back to the drawing board.
Patrick: Can we have the cake now? Happy, happy birthday to you!	Patrick, get ready to say Eureka!
Patrick: Okay!	Go! It's working! I'm flying!
Cap Fish: Hey! Look at that guy tied to a kite! Fred: Why's he doing that? Nancy: Oh my goodness... Fred: Why's he doing that? Cap Fish: He'll fall and break his... Nancy: Can you see from up there?	Do not be afraid, earthbound people. I am not a flying monster, I am just one of you. D'oh! Ow! Patrick! Ow! Patrick! Ow! Patrick! Ow! Patrick! Excuse me, sir, but I would like to return this kite.
Lou: Hey... I know you. Yeah, from today's paper!	Local nutcase tries to fly?! I'm a nutcase because I follow my dreams? Well, they laughed at the guy who invented light bulbs, too!
Lou: No they didn't.	You'll see.
Monroe: Look mom, it's the Bird Man of Bikini Bottom. Mable: Wow! I wonder why he's still using his legs. Monroe: Come on, Bird Man. Flap your wings and fly! Cap Fish: Hey, Bird Man, going to check on your eggs? Nancy: Maybe he's looking for a statue to poop on. Fred:	Go on and laugh, but it is a sad day in Bikini Bottom when a guy is ridiculed for having dreams!
Mother #2: You think you're the only one with unfulfilled dreams? Stubble Fish: I was supposed to be a concert pianist... until I realized I didn't have any fingers. Nat: We all had dreams. Nancy: What makes you so special? Mob: Let's get him!	Huh?
Nat: Good riddance, dreamer!	Ooh! Well, it can't get any worse. D'oh! I guess I spoke too soon.
French narrator: Will SpongeBob learn to fly? Stay tuned.	There they go again, Gary. I suppose I'll never join them in the sky. I'll be stuck on the ground, sentenced to a flightless life. Oh well. I guess all dreams aren't meant to come true. Back to reality.
Gary: Meow.	No, Gary, my dreams are silly. Hello? No, this isn't the Bird Man of Bikini Bottom. What? No, I certainly do not live in a birdcage. Who is this? Joe Mama? Well, listen up, Joe. I hate to break it to you, but flying is impossible. I have to go now. My head just hit the ceiling. Huh? Hey! Look, Gary! I... I think I'm flying! Jellyfish Fields, here I come!
Monroe: Mom, look! It's the flying guy! Mable: Wow, I guess he wasn't a lunatic after all.	♪I'm flying. I'm flying!♪
Citizens: ♪He's flying!♪ ♪He's flying!♪ ♪He's really, really flying!♪	♪They laughed, they scoffed, before I had liftoff.♪
Citizens: ♪But now he's flying.♪ ♪He's flying high in the sky.♪	♪I'd love to hang around to say I told you so.♪ ♪But it's off to Jellyfish Fields I go!♪ ♪Roads and streets are not for me.♪
Mrs. Puff: ♪Help! Please help! My snail is up a tree. I've had her since I was a little girl.♪ ♪But now it looks like the end of her world.♪ No!	Gotcha! Next time, try the elevator.
Mrs. Puff: Thank you, Bird Man!	♪I have never felt so free!♪ ♪High in the sky is the place for me.♪ ♪Helping friends from up above.♪ ♪These are the things that I love!♪ ♪I'll help Mr. Krabs reclaim his dime.♪
Mr. Krabs: I'm rich!	♪And I'll save Patrick from this mime!♪
Patrick: Thanks, buddy!	♪Even Plankton needs some help, when he gets tangled in the ke-heh-heh-heh-heh-heh-heh-heh-heh-heh-heh-heh-heh-elllllllp!♪
Plankton: Please put me down! Johnny: All of Bikini Bottom is abuzz over the identity of a mysterious flying man who helps people. Tom: He found my hair piece! Tyler: He helps people... and he flies... and he helps people. Fish Head: Who knows what superhero act of courage he'll astound us with next? Nat: Oh no! The light in the Goo Lagoon lighthouse went out, and Sailor Jenkins is headed for the coastline! Jenkins: I'm glad I gave up farming!	I'm coming!
Nat: Thanks, mysterious flying man! Jenkins: I knew no good would come from city folk and their flying machines!	That's enough good deeds for one day. I've got a date with a flock of jellyfish.
Mr. Krabs: SpongeBob! Son! I need you and your magical pants!	But, Mr. Krabs, I invented these pants so I could fly with the jellyfish! If I keep doing favors for people I'll never make my dreams a reality.
Mr. Krabs: But, SpongeBob, it's an emergency!	Let's roll! Where to, Mr. K?
Mr. Krabs: Uh... my garage.	You've got it! What's the emergency, Mr. Krabs?
Mr. Krabs: Are you sure you're up for it, boy?	I think my pants can handle it.
Mr. Krabs: I need you...	Yes?
Mr. Krabs: To clean...	Clean up crime?
Mr. Krabs: My garage.	That's your emergency?
Mr. Krabs: But, SpongeBob, everyone knows it's easier to clean a garage when you can fly!	All right, Mr. Krabs. I'll clean your garage. But after this, no more favors! All done, Mr. Krabs.
Mr. Krabs: And the recyclables?	Aw, shrimp. Finally! Jellyfish Fields, here I come!

Patrick: I'm not your best friend. I'm a no-good jelly netting thief fish!

Where are you going?

Patrick: I'm leaving Bikini Bottom while I still have my dignity.

Patrick, no! So, this is it?

Patrick: Barring the unforeseen hand of fate, I'm afraid it is.

Patrick, don't go! I'm sorry I accused you! It's bad enough I lost my net. I don't want to lose my friend, too. Please forgive me.

Nat Peterson: What's the holdup? Oh, it's you two. Look, you left your net on the bus again.

Ol' Reliable? I left you on the bus?

Nat Peterson: You do it every week. Now can we get going?

Patrick, I want you to take this to remember me by.

Patrick: You're giving me Ol' Reliable? I accept your apology!

Oh, come here, you big lug!

All: Aww... Nat Peterson: They do this all the time. I'm serious. I--ugh, never mind. Patrick: I'm staying in Bikini Bottom! Passengers: Hooray! Patrick: You want to go jellyfishing? I just got a new net.

So did I. My best friend made it for me.

SpongeBob & Patrick: Whee!

Hi, mailman! Okay, see you tomorrow!

Patrick: Hey, the mail's here! What did you get?

Let's see... Gary, Gary, Gary, Gary, Gary, Gary, hey! A magazine! That's funny, I don't remember subscribing to Fancy Living Digest.

SpongeBob and Patrick: Whoa!

Look at all these glossy depictions of a higher standard of living! This guy's so rich, he has a swimming pool in his swimming pool!

Patrick: This guy's got shoes! Squidward: Give me that! Stealing my mail, eh? You're lucky I don't report you to the authorities.

Hey, Squidward, how do the people in that magazine get all that money?

Squidward: They're entrepreneurs. They sell things to people.

What kind of things?

Squidward: How should I know? Things people wanna buy. Now keep your paws off my mail.

That's it, Patrick! We gotta become entrepreneurs!

Patrick: Is that gonna hurt?

Quick, Patrick, without thinking, if you could have anything in the world right now, what would it be?

Patrick: Uh... More time for thinking.

No, something real, an item, something you would pay for.

Patrick: A chocolate bar?

That's a great idea, Pat! We'll become traveling chocolate bar salesmen! Fancy living, here we come!

Patrick: Make way for a couple of ontre-prenyouers!

Okay, Patrick, this is it! The first step on our road to living fancy! Just follow my lead. Good afternoon, sir, could we interest you in some chocolate?

Tom: Chocolate? Did you say, Chocolate?! Patrick: Yes, sir. With or without nuts? Tom: Chocolate?! CHOCOLATE?! CHOCOLATE! CHOCOLATE!

Okay, the first guy didn't count. This is our real first step! Good morning, sir! Would you like to buy some chocolate?

Con man: Chocolate bars, eh?

Yes, sir, we are chocolate bar salesmen!

Con man: Ha! A couple of mediocre salesmen if you ask me. That's no way to carry your merchandise! Con man: No, no no no, wrong. You guys wanna be good salesmen, right? SpongeBob and Patrick: Oh, most certainly, sir! Con man: Well, no self respecting candy bar salesman would be caught dead without one of these!

Wow... what is it?

Con man: It's a candy bar bag, you knucklehead! It's specially designed to cradle each candy bar in velvet-lined comfort! Con man: But, I'm wasting my time. You don't need these bags. SpongeBob and Patrick: We need 'em! We need 'em! Con man: So long, boys! Happy hunting! Suckers... SpongeBob and Patrick: Fancy livin', here we come! La la la la, la!

Let's try next door!

Con man: Yes?

Huh? Say, weren't you the same guy who sold us these candy bar bags?

Con man: I... don't recall. But it looks to me like you fellas have got a lot of bags there. You two lady killers are too smart to be without one of my patented Candy Bar Bag Carrying Bags. Patrick: We'll take twenty! Sadie: Oh, what can I do for you two nice young men?

We're selling chocolate bars. Would you like to buy one?

Sadie: That sounds heavenly! I'll take one.

One chocolate bar, coming up!

Sadie: I don't have time for this.

I... got it! One chocolate bar for the nice—

Tom: Chocolate! Chocolate! Chocolate!

—lady. We're not doing so well, Patrick. We need a new approach, a new tactic.

Patrick: Hm... I got it! Let's get naked!

No, let's save that for when we're selling real estate. There must be something. What was the reason we bought those bags?

Patrick: He said we were mediocre...

That's it! He made us feel special!

Patrick: Yeah, he did... I'm going back to buy more bags!

No, wait, Patrick! Why don't we try being nice?

Patrick: Oh, okay.

Remember, Patrick, flatter the customer. Make him feel good.

Blue Fish with purple stripes: Hello? Patrick: I love you.

I think you laid it on a teensy bit thick there, old pal. Let me try.

Blue Fish with purple stripes: Please. G-Go away!

Um, H-H-How you doin'?

Blue Fish with purple stripes: How am I doing?

Wanna buy some chocolate?

Patrick: We got him now! Blue Fish with purple stripes: Sorry, chocolate has sugar and sugar turns to bubbling fat. Isn't that right, blubber boy? Patrick: Hee hee, it tickles! Blue Fish with purple stripes: As you can see, me and chocolate no longer hang. Blue Fish with purple stripes: You can keep that for five bucks. Patrick: I'll take ten!

We haven't sold one chocolate bar. I got a feeling that we're too easily distracted.

Patrick: Huh?

Let's make a pact right now that we will stay focused on selling at the next house.

Patrick: Huh?

Let's shake on it.

Patrick: Did you say something?

Remember, Patrick, focus.

Purple Fish: Yes?

Good afternoon, sir, we're selling chocolate bars.

Purple Fish: Why is Chubby here staring at me? Patrick: Focusing. Purple Fish: Back up, Jack! Patrick: Nice place you got in here.

I can't understand what were doing wrong.

Patrick: I can't understand anything.

There's something to this selling game that were just not getting. Other people do it, I mean look at that!

Patrick: Eat Barnacle Chips, they're delicious.

They are most certainly not delicious!

Patrick: Not the way I use them!

Yet they sell millions of bags a day!

Patrick: Well, maybe if they didn't stretch the truth, they wouldn't sell as many.

That's it, Patrick! We've gotta stretch the truth!

Tom: Chocolate!

We'll work as a team. Let me get this customer warmed up, and then you come in for the kill!

Patrick: The kill! Mary: Yes?

Hello, young lady. We're selling chocolate. Is your mother home?

Mary: Mom! Mary's Mother: What, what, what's all the yelling? Mary's Mother: You just can't wait for me to die, can you? Mary: They're selling chocolate. Mary's Mother: Chocolate? Mary: Yeah! Mary's Mother: What, what are they selling? Mary: Chocolates! Mary's Mother: What? Mary: Chocolates! Mary's Mother: I can't hear you! Mary: They're selling chocolates! Mary's Mother: They're selling chocolate? Mary: Yeah! Mary's Mother: Chocolate. I remember when they first invented chocolate. Sweet, sweet chocolate. Mary's Mother: I always hated it!

Oh, but this chocolate's not for eating. It's for...

Patrick: You rub it on your skin and it makes you live forever. Mary's Mother: Live forever, you say? I'll take one. Mary's Mother: Come on, you lazy Mary! Start rubbing me with that chocolate! Mary: I hate you.

If we keep exaggerating the truth, we'll be fancy living in no time!

Patrick: Hooray for lying!

It'll make your hair grow.

Fred: Great! My wife's trying to grow a beard!

They'll make you sound smart.

Customer: I'll take twenty! Patrick: It'll keep your face from getting any uglier. Patrick 2: Just in time.

They'll make you fly!

Patrick: You'll fall in love!

They'll bring world peace!

Patrick: You'll walk through walls!

You'll rule the world!

Patrick: This'll be the best lie yet!

Yeah, this guy will feel so sorry for us, he'll have to buy all of our chocolate!

Customer: What can I do for you boys?

Hello, sir. Would you like to buy a chocolate bar? We need an operation.

Customer: Really? Customer: Small world. What's the matter with you guys?

Um, we've got some head trauma and internal bleeding.

Customer: Ah, some guys have all the luck. Customer: I was born with glass bones and paper skin. Every morning, I break my legs, and every afternoon, I break my arms. Customer: At night, I lie awake in agony until my heart attacks put me to sleep. Customer: Oh, no... Customer: Ow...

Quick, Patrick, let's help him! Careful, put him down gently.

Customer: Ow...!

Poor, poor man. If there's anything, anything we can do to help you?

Customer: Well, there is one thing... as you can well imagine, my medical bills are extremely high, but luckily, I am able to keep myself alive by selling... chocolate bars. Customer: Such nice boys, it does my heart good to con a couple of Class A suckeroonies like those two! Ha ha ha!

Don't get me wrong, Patrick. It's great that we helped that guy out, but there's no one left in town to sell chocolate bars to. Let's admit it, Patrick. We're failures.

Patrick: I can live with that.

Let's change our names to Why and Bother.

Tom: Chocolate!

No! Don't hurt us. Please don't hurt me. No no. Please...

Patrick: No! Have mercy on me! Please spare me! Tom: Finally! I've been trying to catch you boys all day! Now that I got you right where I want you... I'd like to buy all your chocolate.

Thank you for your patronage.

Patrick: Are we living the fancy life yet, SpongeBob?

Not yet, pally! First, we got to spend all the money.

Patrick: But what are we going to spend it on? Squidward: Good evening, sir. Table for one, please. Server: Sorry, but the whole restaurant has been rented to a private party. Squidward: But it's my only night to be fancy! Oh, who could afford to rent out the whole restaurant? Server: Oh, a couple of rich entrepreneurs and their dates.

So, how long have you two ladies known each other?

Mary's Mother: What? What did he say? French narrator: Last week, a never-before-seen episode of SpongeBob SquarePants was discovered under a desk at Nickelodeon Studios. Now all the world is waiting in fevered anticipation to watch... the SpongeBob SquarePants Lost Episode! Now, to present the Lost Episode, from Encino, California, the president of the SpongeBob SquarePants fan club, Patchy the Pirate! Potty: Patchy! Patchy! The kids're here. Patchy: Wagh! Hot! Hot! Hot! Potty, don't you know this is Patchy's private time? Oh, hello! Dahh! What are you all doing here? Potty: They're here to see the lost episode. Brawk! Patchy: But I haven't got the lost episode because I... well, I lost it! Children: No, Patchy! Please! Don't say that, Patchy! Please! Patchy: But it is! It's lost and I have no idea where it is, so it's best if you forget all about old SpongeBob. French narrator: Remembering SpongeBob. Patchy: I don't believe I lost the Lost Episode. I never lose anything. Potty: What about your leg? Patchy: Well, yeah, but... Potty: And your eye. Patchy: Well, the eye, I... Potty: And your hand. Patchy: And the h... oh, get out of here you blasted bird! Hmm... if only I had a map to tell me where the Lost Episode is. Potty: What is it? Brawk! Patchy: Hey... it's a map! It's a map to the Lost Episode of SpongeBob I lost! Potty: It's a dream come true! Patchy: We gotta go find it, Potty! Oh, first I'll need me treasure hunting leg. Come on, Potty! Ah! Times a-wastin'! Potty: Brawk! Patchy: Ten paces past Mrs. Johnson's house. Mrs. Johnson: Would you boys like some cookies? Patchy: Put 'em in a doggie bag, Mrs. Johnson. Can't right now, we're on a treasure hunt. Mrs. Johnson: Okay, don't catch a cold. Patchy: Walk five fathoms past Don's Import Store and Delicatessen. Half a league to the forked tree. Oh! Now all that's left is... Huh?! The seven trials of Monkey Lagoon?! Merciful Neptune. Only for SpongeBob. Only for SpongeBob! Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! Ow! Ahh... Ahh... Ah! We made it. We survived the trials. Oh, I'm really gonna dig this lost episode. Dig it, get it? Potty: You stink. Patchy: And I just got out of the shower. Hey, Potty, I think I hit something. Clever, bury your treasure above the surface. Potty: Brawk! Patchy: This is it! I don't know what it means either... ...but I got what I came for. Come on, Potty, time's a-wastin'. Yeah! Popcorn. Soda. Pickled garlic. Hurry Potty, hit the remote! Potty: Brawk! Patchy: This is gonna be great. I can't believe it. More SpongeBob. This is so exciting! Here it comes! Potty: Brawk. Pipe down. Patchy: That's it? That's the Lost Episode? That was just a bunch of cheap walk cycles! Potty: What a rip. Patchy: Grrrrr... SpongeBob betrayed us! I'm sorry I ever started this stupid fan club in the first place! I'm gonna get rid of all my SpongeBob stuff! All of it! All of it! All of it! I'm gonna run away; that's what I'll do, run away! Potty: Sheesh, what a hothead. Announcer: And now, the real Lost Episode. Potty: Brawk! Patchy, come back, there's more! Patchy: Really? Hooray, let's watch! French narrator: Here we see the proud jellyfish hunter. He stands motionless to lure the jellyfish into a false sense of security. And when his prey ventures to close, he springs into action.

Huh? Ooh! Phew! I salute you, oh majestic jellyfish. Your command of the sky is unmatched. Floating just out of the reach of my net, but near enough that I can see your untamed beauty. ♪If only I could join you there in the air. Floating free without a care. I wish I could fly. And see things with a different eye.♪ ♪I would fly so very high and touch the sky.♪ ♪And never have to ask why it is that I can't fly♪ Wait a minute, I'm forgetting the words of Grandpa SquarePants.

Grandpa SquarePants: If we were meant to fly, we'd have propellers on our heads or jet engines on our backs.

I'm gonna follow his advice, by gum. I'll invent a flying machine!

Patrick: What's that contraption, SpongeBob?

That, Patrick, is a flying machine.

Patrick:

What's so funny?

Patrick: Well, it's like my grandpa used to say. Grandpa SquarePants: If we were meant to fly... Hey, I'm not your grandfather!

Well, here I go, Patrick! I'm off to fly with the jellyfish! Ignition, check! Landing gear... check! Complimentary peanuts... check-a-roo. Ready for takeoff!

Patrick: You cut a hole in Farmer Jenkins' grain silo!

Don't remind me.

Jenkins: I knew no good would come from city folk and their flying machines! Now git! Patrick: We better do what he says. He knows how to grow food!

Well, it took me all night, but here they are. The new blueprints! I wasn't even close with that last one. Propellers, rudders... This one's gonna fly! I can feel it. Ready, Patrick?

Patrick: Ready!

It's working, Patrick! I'm flying! I'm... falling! Ooh! This is it, Patrick. The physics are all here. This time, I'm gonna fly! Behold.

Patrick: Oh boy, a birthday party!

No, Patrick. This is the SquarePants Flyer Mark Three. All you do is remove the brick, or ballast, and... Huh? Well, back to the drawing board.

Patrick: Can we have the cake now? Happy, happy birthday to you!

Patrick, get ready to say Eureka!

Patrick: Okay!

Go! It's working! I'm flying!

Cap Fish: Hey! Look at that guy tied to a kite! Fred: Why's he doing that? Nancy: Oh my goodness... Fred: Why's he doing that? Cap Fish: He'll fall and break his... Nancy: Can you see from up there?

Do not be afraid, earthbound people. I am not a flying monster, I am just one of you. D'oh! Ow! Patrick! Ow! Patrick! Ow! Patrick! Ow! Patrick! Excuse me, sir, but I would like to return this kite.

Lou: Hey... I know you. Yeah, from today's paper!

Local nutcase tries to fly?! I'm a nutcase because I follow my dreams? Well, they laughed at the guy who invented light bulbs, too!

Lou: No they didn't.

You'll see.

Monroe: Look mom, it's the Bird Man of Bikini Bottom. Mable: Wow! I wonder why he's still using his legs. Monroe: Come on, Bird Man. Flap your wings and fly! Cap Fish: Hey, Bird Man, going to check on your eggs? Nancy: Maybe he's looking for a statue to poop on. Fred:

Go on and laugh, but it is a sad day in Bikini Bottom when a guy is ridiculed for having dreams!

Mother #2: You think you're the only one with unfulfilled dreams? Stubble Fish: I was supposed to be a concert pianist... until I realized I didn't have any fingers. Nat: We all had dreams. Nancy: What makes you so special? Mob: Let's get him!

Huh?

Nat: Good riddance, dreamer!

Ooh! Well, it can't get any worse. D'oh! I guess I spoke too soon.

French narrator: Will SpongeBob learn to fly? Stay tuned.

There they go again, Gary. I suppose I'll never join them in the sky. I'll be stuck on the ground, sentenced to a flightless life. Oh well. I guess all dreams aren't meant to come true. Back to reality.

Gary: Meow.

No, Gary, my dreams are silly. Hello? No, this isn't the Bird Man of Bikini Bottom. What? No, I certainly do not live in a birdcage. Who is this? Joe Mama? Well, listen up, Joe. I hate to break it to you, but flying is impossible. I have to go now. My head just hit the ceiling. Huh? Hey! Look, Gary! I... I think I'm flying! Jellyfish Fields, here I come!

Monroe: Mom, look! It's the flying guy! Mable: Wow, I guess he wasn't a lunatic after all.

♪I'm flying. I'm flying!♪

Citizens: ♪He's flying!♪ ♪He's flying!♪ ♪He's really, really flying!♪

♪They laughed, they scoffed, before I had liftoff.♪

Citizens: ♪But now he's flying.♪ ♪He's flying high in the sky.♪

♪I'd love to hang around to say I told you so.♪ ♪But it's off to Jellyfish Fields I go!♪ ♪Roads and streets are not for me.♪

Mrs. Puff: ♪Help! Please help! My snail is up a tree. I've had her since I was a little girl.♪ ♪But now it looks like the end of her world.♪ No!

Gotcha! Next time, try the elevator.

Mrs. Puff: Thank you, Bird Man!

♪I have never felt so free!♪ ♪High in the sky is the place for me.♪ ♪Helping friends from up above.♪ ♪These are the things that I love!♪ ♪I'll help Mr. Krabs reclaim his dime.♪

Mr. Krabs: I'm rich!

♪And I'll save Patrick from this mime!♪

Patrick: Thanks, buddy!

♪Even Plankton needs some help, when he gets tangled in the ke-heh-heh-heh-heh-heh-heh-heh-heh-heh-heh-heh-heh-elllllllp!♪

Plankton: Please put me down! Johnny: All of Bikini Bottom is abuzz over the identity of a mysterious flying man who helps people. Tom: He found my hair piece! Tyler: He helps people... and he flies... and he helps people. Fish Head: Who knows what superhero act of courage he'll astound us with next? Nat: Oh no! The light in the Goo Lagoon lighthouse went out, and Sailor Jenkins is headed for the coastline! Jenkins: I'm glad I gave up farming!

I'm coming!

Nat: Thanks, mysterious flying man! Jenkins: I knew no good would come from city folk and their flying machines!

That's enough good deeds for one day. I've got a date with a flock of jellyfish.

Mr. Krabs: SpongeBob! Son! I need you and your magical pants!

But, Mr. Krabs, I invented these pants so I could fly with the jellyfish! If I keep doing favors for people I'll never make my dreams a reality.

Mr. Krabs: But, SpongeBob, it's an emergency!

Let's roll! Where to, Mr. K?

Mr. Krabs: Uh... my garage.

You've got it! What's the emergency, Mr. Krabs?

Mr. Krabs: Are you sure you're up for it, boy?

I think my pants can handle it.

Mr. Krabs: I need you...

Yes?

Mr. Krabs: To clean...

Clean up crime?

Mr. Krabs: My garage.

That's your emergency?

Mr. Krabs: But, SpongeBob, everyone knows it's easier to clean a garage when you can fly!

All right, Mr. Krabs. I'll clean your garage. But after this, no more favors! All done, Mr. Krabs.

Mr. Krabs: And the recyclables?

Aw, shrimp. Finally! Jellyfish Fields, here I come!