rqchao/spongebob · Datasets at Hugging Face

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Squidward: Now don't hold back, SpongeBob. Just really let me have it.	Just remember, Squidward, this is going to hurt me more than it's going to hurt you.
Squidward: Uhh... okay, just let me just memori... Dooowww! Hey, I wasn't ready. Would you mind waiting ‘til I...	Hang on, you're starting to look like your old self again. Nope. Still too handsome. It's still not working. Maybe I'm not doing it hard enough.
Squidward: Spo... hang on a sec ... let me... uhhhh...	Eeee! Squidward, you're even more handsome now! And the crowd is in a frenzy.
Squidward: Well, SpongeBob, it was you who got me into this mess, now you have to get me out again!	I know, Squidward! I'll think of something! Huh! I just need, I just need...
Squidward: Got me into...	Squidward! Look out for that falling shoe!
Squidward: Huh?	Squidward...
Squidward: SpongeBob?	You're back! Oh, Squidward...I love you no matter how many times we smash your face.
Squidward: I almost wish that meant something. Mr. Krabs: Hey, where you going? Don't leave me! Please! I'm beggin' ya! Look. I can make him handsome again. Watch! See? He's getting handsome. It just takes a little effort, just a little elbow grease. Please! Come back! Squidward: Have I told you how beautiful you are? Your tentacles, your nose, your eyes...a little lopsided. There. And now that I've been immortalized in wax, I have conquered all artistic media. Come on, my precious reflection, smile!	Hike, Patrick, hike! You just lost three points. One. Two. Five! G-7!
Patrick: G-7? King me! King me! I lose!	But it's not Tuesday, Patrick.
Patrick: Tartar sauce! Squidward: Hey! What are you invertebrates doing? SpongeBob & Patrick: We don't know. Squidward: Hey, Patrick, do you know what time it is? Patrick: Uh, yeah, Squidward, it's... Squidward: Time to find some other game to play!	Now what?
Patrick: We could toss that shell back and forth.	Okay... ready!
Patrick: Go!	I got it! I got it! I got it! I got it! I got it! Remember, Patrick, finders keepers.
Patrick: There it is! SpongeBob & Patrick: I got it! I got it! Patrick: Bonus points!	Uhh, Patrick? I think something's wrong with Squidward. He looks unconscious.
Patrick: Don't worry. I know how to do this.	Get off him, Patrick!
Patrick: What are you worried about? He looks better already.	But he still feels cold.
Patrick: Well, let's go put him in the warm.	Do you think he'll be okay?
Patrick: You know, you worry too much. The Patrick is here and SpongeBob I know a lot about head injuries, believe... ...me. Hey, what's that on your shoe?	I don't know.
Patrick: It kind of looks like... SpongeBob & Patrick: Squidward!	No, no, that part goes here.
Patrick: Yeah-yeah, that's it, uh-huh.	We're almost there. We can do this.
Patrick: It's working, it's working...	This is working. Patrick, this isn't working!
Patrick: Look!	I don't know how to say it, but our old pal Squidward, he's... He's... He's pushing up daisies!
Patrick: Oh, I thought he was dead. Squidward: What are you doing here?! Well? Are you two trying to say something, or do I have to...?	No, stay back!
Squidward: What is the matter with you two? Patrick: Don't, don't hurt us!	It was an accident!
Squidward: What are you two talking about? Look what you've done to me! When I get my hands on you, I'll...	Please, Mr. Squidward's ghost! Spare us your ghostly anger!
Patrick: Oh, yes, Mr. Squidward's ghost! Please don't haunt us!	We'll do anything you want! Just have mercy on us!
Squidward: Enough! Listen up, Squidward's ghost is feeling unusually generous today. He hath decided to spare ye a horrible fate. All ye must do is tend to my every whim and tickle my fancy on demand.	Does that include...
Squidward: Quiet! Now, do as you're told! Lest ye incur the wrath of Squidward! Patrick: I think they make a cream for that now.	Here?
Squidward: Too hot.	Here?
Squidward: No, too wet. Keep going. Keep going.	Here?
Squidward: Toulouse-Lautrec.	Too tired...
Squidward: Perfect. Hmmm, I feel needy. Slaves, fetcheth me some nourishment.	Only the freshest, o spooky one. A grape fresh from the vine, your ghostliness. A banana peeled to your liking, your incorporealness.
Patrick: One watermelon... Fresh from the manure fields, your spookiness.	Art thou not pleased?
Squidward : Enough of that! I want something else to eat now. Something that's very difficult to find. Patrick : What do you hunger for, master?	Whatever you want, we'll find it. We'll find it.
Squidward: Cherry pie. Where'd you get that? Patrick: I found it. Squidward: Well, go find it again! SpongeBob, get over here. Now spin around. That's better. Now jog in place. Say flank steak.	Flank steak.
Squidward: I think I'm beginning to like this. Stop. Now, play me an elaborate song with this!	But this is just a piece of tissue paper.
Squidward: Oh, my. Always having to have it our way, don't we? Oh, boo-hoo.	I can't do it!
Squidward: Well, I hope you don't have any plans tonight, 'cause you're not allowed to leave that spot till I hear a song. What's this? Napping on the job? You're supposed to be making music for me. As punishment for this insolence, Squidward's ghost commandeth you to clean out his back room. Patrick: I found it. Squidward: I'll take that! Patrick: Yes, your ghostliness! This is fun.	Patrick, are you ready for this?
Patrick: Yes.	Okay, let's go. Patrick, are you coming?
Patrick: Yes.	Patrick, it's this way.
Patrick: Where?	Here.
Patrick: Oh, coming! How are we going to clean up all this mess?	It's easy. Just tear this wallpaper off!
Patrick: Oh look, you missed some.	Oh, let's see. It's a comic book, and look at this. It's the Origin of the Flying Dutchman. It says when he died they used his body as a window display. Now he haunts the seven seas because he was never put to rest. Well, don't you get it, Patrick?
Patrick: We're going to go shopping?	No! We're gonna put poor old Squidward to rest.
Squidward: Ow! What the heck was that?	Initiation! That was part one of your ceremony.
Squidward: Ceremony for what?	We're going to put you to rest.
Squidward: I don't want to be put to rest! All I want are those chores done. Now, did you clean the back room yet?	Yeah.
Squidward: Oh, really? I'm going to go check.	Okay, get in.
Squidward: Are you crazy? I'm not getting in that thing!	But you said we could put you to rest.
Squidward: I didn't say anything like that! Now, get out of my house! Squidward: Now what?	I wrote Here lies Squidward. You may not remember him, but he... Oh, hi, Squidward. Does this look deep enough?
Squidward: SpongeBob! Cut that out!	Oh, look, the mourners have arrived.
Mr. Krabs: Oh, Squidward, we all came as soon as we were sure you were dead. Squidward: SpongeBob, are you trying to put me in the nuthouse?	No, just into this hole.
Squidward: SpongeBob, I have a confession to make.	You're bald?
Squidward : No, I'm not bald! I'm alive! Now get rid of that tombstone and tell all your friends to go home!	But-
Squidward: Do it!	Go home. But I, Master--
Squidward: I'm not your master, I'm your neighbor. Now do me a favor and stop doing me favors!	As you wish, master.
Squidward: D'oh! Patrick: Boy, he really had us fooled.	No, Patrick, he's the fool. He's a ghost in denial. He needs us now more than ever.
Patrick: You're right. He really needs to get up to the great beyond.	Patrick, say that again.
Patrick: That again?	No, the other thing.
Patrick: No, the other thing.	No, what you said before when you...
Patrick: No, what you said before when you...	Never mind! I've got an idea.
Patrick: Never mind! I've got an idea.	I can't reach him!
Patrick: Blow harder! There he goes!	Isn't he beautiful?
Patrick: How high's he going to go?	All the way, Patrick, up to the great beyond. Goodbye, friend!
Patrick: Happy trails! SpongeBob and Patrick: You're welcome!	He's on the other side now.
Patrick: Yeah. He's in a better place. Dream SpongeBob: Order up, Squidward!	Hey, hey Squidward, did you see me? Okay, see you later, Squidinator.
Mr. Krabs: Good morning, Mr. Squidward. So, are you ready? Squidward: To go home? Mr. Krabs: No, to exchange gifts for Employee Brotherhood Day. Squidward: Mr. Krabs, you pay me to stand behind this register and take orders and give change. But you could never pay me enough to act brotherly towards... ...that guy! Mr. Krabs: That attitude of yours is precisely why we're having this little shenanigan. Now pay attention, the lad's got a surprise for ye.	Squidward, in honor of employee brotherhood, I present to you a gift. Ta-dah.
Squidward: I Heart you... Mr. Krabs: Try it on, Mr. Squidward! It's got you written all over it.	I wasn't sure how big to make the hole for the head, so I used a watermelon for size. Do you love it?
Squidward: It's a little itchy. What's this thing made of?	Eyelashes!
Squidward: Now may I resume to my minimum-wage duties? Mr. Krabs: After you present your brotherhood gift. Squidward: I'll buy the little twerp a Gumball. Mr. Krabs: Oh, no, no, no, no, lad. You know the rules; you have to make the gift. Squidward: The only thing I'm making is for the exit.	Is this any better, Squidward? I made this one with my tears.
Mr. Krabs: I knew you'd come around, boy. Make something nice. Squidward: Why can't I just buy something for the little weirdo? Captain: Heave-ho! If you drop one single slice of me booty, I'll have... your booty! Squidward: Hi, there. Those homemade pies sure look good. Pirate: Oh, these aren't homemade. They were made in a factory... a bomb factory. They're bombs. Squidward: Oh, well, that's too bad. I thought they were pies and I wanted to buy one. Captain: Wait! We were just kidding about all that bomb stuff. That'll be 25 bucks, please. Squidward: So, what flavor is it? Pirates: Cherry. Apple. Raspberry. Squidward: Well, if it'll get old man Mr. Krabs off my back. Okay, here it is, Mr. Krabs, fresh from the oven. I'll be returning to my life now. Mr. Krabs: Not yet. I got to make sure you did it right. Wait a second... this would go great with some milk! So, you tried to kill me over a little new age management, eh? Squidward: But, Mr. Krabs, I had no idea. I can explain!	Mr. Krabs, are you okay? I heard a... wow! A pie! It's from Squidward. To SpongeBob... Well, here you go.
Squidward: And that's what happened! Mr. Krabs: 25 dollars?! A bomb?! Squidward & Mr. Krabs: In the Krusty Krab?! Mr. Krabs: That's where you left it. Squidward: It's not there.	Hey guys. Thanks for the pie, Squidward. La, la, lalalalalala.
Mr. Krabs: You had to kill him. The boy cries you a sweater of tears... and you kill him. How are you gonna live with yourself? Squidward: Kill him?	Here's your order, sir.
Customer: Thanks. Squidward: No, no! What we got... we got to call the hospital! Mr. Krabs: Won't do any good. I've seen this before. When that pie goes up to bat, I mean, hits his lower intestine... boom! Squidward: You've seen this before? Mr. Krabs: Eleven times as a matter of fact. Squidward: Yes, hello, doctor? Hospital? It won't do any good? Eleven times? Oh, he's a goner. How do we tell him? Mr. Krabs: Don't tell him. That'll only make him feel worse. The way I see it, he's only got till sunset. Why ruin his last day on earth? The lad deserves to enjoy his final hours. Squidward: You're right, Mr. Krabs! I'm gonna make SpongeBob's final hours the best he's ever had. And this time, there's going to be love... so much, he's going to drown in it. Drown in it! Mr. Krabs: Note to self: Watch out for Squidward. Squidward: Uh, SpongeBob?	Yes?
Squidward: I forgot to tell you, there's a part two to your gift.	Part two? Part two, part two, part two, part two...
Squidward: Please, don't do that.	What's the part two?
Squidward: Well, what's the most fun thing you can think of?	Actually, I keep a list of the fun things I like to do. I call it my friendship list.
Squidward: Great. Uh, let me see it.	The things that are extra fun, I've written in red.
Squidward: Everything's in red.	Yeah, I know.
Squidward: We'd better start now if we want to get through this list before you die... of anticipation.	Then let's roll! Bye, Mr. Krabs. Heads up, Squidward—looks like they're gonna replace you.
Squidward: Uh, yeah. Let's take a look at that list.	Well, the first thing I want to do is show my best friend Squidward to everybody in town. Hi, there, this is my best friend, Squidward. Hey, kids, check it out! This is my best friend, Squidward. Hi, I want to show you my best friend, Squidward.
Squidward: Hey, Frank. Glad that's over.	Good, 'cause we're onto our next activity.
Squidward: Which is...?	I'm gonna show my best friend Squidward to everybody in town wearing a salmon suit.
Squidward: You're gonna be wearing a salmon suit?	That's a good one Squidward! Next. Knock-knock jokes! Hey Squid, knock-knock.
Squidward: Who's there?	I am!
Squidward: Oh, yeah...	Look out, everyone, friends in reverse! Turn left, and... stop. See, that's what it would be like if you had me for a face.
Squidward: I can't breathe. Squidward: Are you sure you should be poking it like that?	Who's the doctor here? The last thing on the list is...
Squidward: Does it involve more dismemberment?	Watch the sunset with Squidward.
Squidward: Sunset? Mr. Krabs: The way I see it, the lad's got until sunset before that bomb hits his lower intestine.	Hey, it's Mr. Krabs! Hi, Mr. Krabs. Okay, see you later.
Squidward: C'mon buddy, you want a sunset, you'll get a sunset.	Ah, underwater sunsets sure are beautiful. Eh, Squidward?
Squidward: Yeah.	Yeah, this is great, just the three of us. You, me, ...and this brick wall that you built between us.
Squidward: Yeah.	Sunsets always remind me of bowls of fruit. What do they make you think of, Squidward?
Squidward: Explosions... I mean, erosion.	You know, if I were to die right now in some sort of fiery explosion due to the carelessness of a friend, well, that would just be okay. Wow, it feels like something just dropped into my lower intestine. Hey, smells like cherry. Or maybe grape. Blueberry? Here it is, the sunset! I always love to count it down. Five... You do the rest, buddy.
Squidward: Four... three... two... one...	I guess we started too early. Let's start again.
Squidward: Five... four... three... two... o-o-o-one... Well, at least I was able to make his last few hours meaningful. I am such a good person.	Hey, Squidward, check this out! Squidward, we already played babble like an idiot.
Squidward: Why are you still here?!	Well, since we finished everything on the list, I thought I'd make up a new one. I already filled up this book of ideas. We should be able to finish by January.
Squidward: Forget the book! I spent the whole day with you, doing all kinds of ridiculous things, because you were supposed to explode!	You want me to explode?
Squidward: Yes! That's what I've been waiting for!	Um, okay, I'll try. Gary! You are gonna finish your desert, and you are gonna like it! Now it's your turn!
Squidward: That's not what I meant you barnacle head!	Oh, good one.
Squidward: No! You were supposed to explode into a million pieces!	Why would I do that?
Squidward: Because the pie you ate was a bomb!	What pie?

Squidward: Now don't hold back, SpongeBob. Just really let me have it.

Just remember, Squidward, this is going to hurt me more than it's going to hurt you.

Squidward: Uhh... okay, just let me just memori... Dooowww! Hey, I wasn't ready. Would you mind waiting ‘til I...

Hang on, you're starting to look like your old self again. Nope. Still too handsome. It's still not working. Maybe I'm not doing it hard enough.

Squidward: Spo... hang on a sec ... let me... uhhhh...

Eeee! Squidward, you're even more handsome now! And the crowd is in a frenzy.

Squidward: Well, SpongeBob, it was you who got me into this mess, now you have to get me out again!

I know, Squidward! I'll think of something! Huh! I just need, I just need...

Squidward: Got me into...

Squidward! Look out for that falling shoe!

Squidward: Huh?

Squidward...

Squidward: SpongeBob?

You're back! Oh, Squidward...I love you no matter how many times we smash your face.

Squidward: I almost wish that meant something. Mr. Krabs: Hey, where you going? Don't leave me! Please! I'm beggin' ya! Look. I can make him handsome again. Watch! See? He's getting handsome. It just takes a little effort, just a little elbow grease. Please! Come back! Squidward: Have I told you how beautiful you are? Your tentacles, your nose, your eyes...a little lopsided. There. And now that I've been immortalized in wax, I have conquered all artistic media. Come on, my precious reflection, smile!

Hike, Patrick, hike! You just lost three points. One. Two. Five! G-7!

Patrick: G-7? King me! King me! I lose!

But it's not Tuesday, Patrick.

Patrick: Tartar sauce! Squidward: Hey! What are you invertebrates doing? SpongeBob & Patrick: We don't know. Squidward: Hey, Patrick, do you know what time it is? Patrick: Uh, yeah, Squidward, it's... Squidward: Time to find some other game to play!

Now what?

Patrick: We could toss that shell back and forth.

Okay... ready!

Patrick: Go!

I got it! I got it! I got it! I got it! I got it! Remember, Patrick, finders keepers.

Patrick: There it is! SpongeBob & Patrick: I got it! I got it! Patrick: Bonus points!

Uhh, Patrick? I think something's wrong with Squidward. He looks unconscious.

Patrick: Don't worry. I know how to do this.

Get off him, Patrick!

Patrick: What are you worried about? He looks better already.

But he still feels cold.

Patrick: Well, let's go put him in the warm.

Do you think he'll be okay?

Patrick: You know, you worry too much. The Patrick is here and SpongeBob I know a lot about head injuries, believe... ...me. Hey, what's that on your shoe?

I don't know.

Patrick: It kind of looks like... SpongeBob & Patrick: Squidward!

No, no, that part goes here.

Patrick: Yeah-yeah, that's it, uh-huh.

We're almost there. We can do this.

Patrick: It's working, it's working...

This is working. Patrick, this isn't working!

Patrick: Look!

I don't know how to say it, but our old pal Squidward, he's... He's... He's pushing up daisies!

Patrick: Oh, I thought he was dead. Squidward: What are you doing here?! Well? Are you two trying to say something, or do I have to...?

No, stay back!

Squidward: What is the matter with you two? Patrick: Don't, don't hurt us!

It was an accident!

Squidward: What are you two talking about? Look what you've done to me! When I get my hands on you, I'll...

Please, Mr. Squidward's ghost! Spare us your ghostly anger!

Patrick: Oh, yes, Mr. Squidward's ghost! Please don't haunt us!

We'll do anything you want! Just have mercy on us!

Squidward: Enough! Listen up, Squidward's ghost is feeling unusually generous today. He hath decided to spare ye a horrible fate. All ye must do is tend to my every whim and tickle my fancy on demand.

Does that include...

Squidward: Quiet! Now, do as you're told! Lest ye incur the wrath of Squidward! Patrick: I think they make a cream for that now.

Here?

Squidward: Too hot.

Here?

Squidward: No, too wet. Keep going. Keep going.

Here?

Squidward: Toulouse-Lautrec.

Too tired...

Squidward: Perfect. Hmmm, I feel needy. Slaves, fetcheth me some nourishment.

Only the freshest, o spooky one. A grape fresh from the vine, your ghostliness. A banana peeled to your liking, your incorporealness.

Patrick: One watermelon... Fresh from the manure fields, your spookiness.

Art thou not pleased?

Squidward : Enough of that! I want something else to eat now. Something that's very difficult to find. Patrick : What do you hunger for, master?

Whatever you want, we'll find it. We'll find it.

Squidward: Cherry pie. Where'd you get that? Patrick: I found it. Squidward: Well, go find it again! SpongeBob, get over here. Now spin around. That's better. Now jog in place. Say flank steak.

Flank steak.

Squidward: I think I'm beginning to like this. Stop. Now, play me an elaborate song with this!

But this is just a piece of tissue paper.

Squidward: Oh, my. Always having to have it our way, don't we? Oh, boo-hoo.

I can't do it!

Squidward: Well, I hope you don't have any plans tonight, 'cause you're not allowed to leave that spot till I hear a song. What's this? Napping on the job? You're supposed to be making music for me. As punishment for this insolence, Squidward's ghost commandeth you to clean out his back room. Patrick: I found it. Squidward: I'll take that! Patrick: Yes, your ghostliness! This is fun.

Patrick, are you ready for this?

Patrick: Yes.

Okay, let's go. Patrick, are you coming?

Patrick: Yes.

Patrick, it's this way.

Patrick: Where?

Here.

Patrick: Oh, coming! How are we going to clean up all this mess?

It's easy. Just tear this wallpaper off!

Patrick: Oh look, you missed some.

Oh, let's see. It's a comic book, and look at this. It's the Origin of the Flying Dutchman. It says when he died they used his body as a window display. Now he haunts the seven seas because he was never put to rest. Well, don't you get it, Patrick?

Patrick: We're going to go shopping?

No! We're gonna put poor old Squidward to rest.

Squidward: Ow! What the heck was that?

Initiation! That was part one of your ceremony.

Squidward: Ceremony for what?

We're going to put you to rest.

Squidward: I don't want to be put to rest! All I want are those chores done. Now, did you clean the back room yet?

Yeah.

Squidward: Oh, really? I'm going to go check.

Okay, get in.

Squidward: Are you crazy? I'm not getting in that thing!

But you said we could put you to rest.

Squidward: I didn't say anything like that! Now, get out of my house! Squidward: Now what?

I wrote Here lies Squidward. You may not remember him, but he... Oh, hi, Squidward. Does this look deep enough?

Squidward: SpongeBob! Cut that out!

Oh, look, the mourners have arrived.

Mr. Krabs: Oh, Squidward, we all came as soon as we were sure you were dead. Squidward: SpongeBob, are you trying to put me in the nuthouse?

No, just into this hole.

Squidward: SpongeBob, I have a confession to make.

You're bald?

Squidward : No, I'm not bald! I'm alive! Now get rid of that tombstone and tell all your friends to go home!

But-

Squidward: Do it!

Go home. But I, Master--

Squidward: I'm not your master, I'm your neighbor. Now do me a favor and stop doing me favors!

As you wish, master.

Squidward: D'oh! Patrick: Boy, he really had us fooled.

No, Patrick, he's the fool. He's a ghost in denial. He needs us now more than ever.

Patrick: You're right. He really needs to get up to the great beyond.

Patrick, say that again.

Patrick: That again?

No, the other thing.

Patrick: No, the other thing.

No, what you said before when you...

Patrick: No, what you said before when you...

Never mind! I've got an idea.

Patrick: Never mind! I've got an idea.

I can't reach him!

Patrick: Blow harder! There he goes!

Isn't he beautiful?

Patrick: How high's he going to go?

All the way, Patrick, up to the great beyond. Goodbye, friend!

Patrick: Happy trails! SpongeBob and Patrick: You're welcome!

He's on the other side now.

Patrick: Yeah. He's in a better place. Dream SpongeBob: Order up, Squidward!

Hey, hey Squidward, did you see me? Okay, see you later, Squidinator.

Mr. Krabs: Good morning, Mr. Squidward. So, are you ready? Squidward: To go home? Mr. Krabs: No, to exchange gifts for Employee Brotherhood Day. Squidward: Mr. Krabs, you pay me to stand behind this register and take orders and give change. But you could never pay me enough to act brotherly towards... ...that guy! Mr. Krabs: That attitude of yours is precisely why we're having this little shenanigan. Now pay attention, the lad's got a surprise for ye.

Squidward, in honor of employee brotherhood, I present to you a gift. Ta-dah.

Squidward: I Heart you... Mr. Krabs: Try it on, Mr. Squidward! It's got you written all over it.

I wasn't sure how big to make the hole for the head, so I used a watermelon for size. Do you love it?

Squidward: It's a little itchy. What's this thing made of?

Eyelashes!

Squidward: Now may I resume to my minimum-wage duties? Mr. Krabs: After you present your brotherhood gift. Squidward: I'll buy the little twerp a Gumball. Mr. Krabs: Oh, no, no, no, no, lad. You know the rules; you have to make the gift. Squidward: The only thing I'm making is for the exit.

Is this any better, Squidward? I made this one with my tears.

Mr. Krabs: I knew you'd come around, boy. Make something nice. Squidward: Why can't I just buy something for the little weirdo? Captain: Heave-ho! If you drop one single slice of me booty, I'll have... your booty! Squidward: Hi, there. Those homemade pies sure look good. Pirate: Oh, these aren't homemade. They were made in a factory... a bomb factory. They're bombs. Squidward: Oh, well, that's too bad. I thought they were pies and I wanted to buy one. Captain: Wait! We were just kidding about all that bomb stuff. That'll be 25 bucks, please. Squidward: So, what flavor is it? Pirates: Cherry. Apple. Raspberry. Squidward: Well, if it'll get old man Mr. Krabs off my back. Okay, here it is, Mr. Krabs, fresh from the oven. I'll be returning to my life now. Mr. Krabs: Not yet. I got to make sure you did it right. Wait a second... this would go great with some milk! So, you tried to kill me over a little new age management, eh? Squidward: But, Mr. Krabs, I had no idea. I can explain!

Mr. Krabs, are you okay? I heard a... wow! A pie! It's from Squidward. To SpongeBob... Well, here you go.

Squidward: And that's what happened! Mr. Krabs: 25 dollars?! A bomb?! Squidward & Mr. Krabs: In the Krusty Krab?! Mr. Krabs: That's where you left it. Squidward: It's not there.

Hey guys. Thanks for the pie, Squidward. La, la, lalalalalala.

Mr. Krabs: You had to kill him. The boy cries you a sweater of tears... and you kill him. How are you gonna live with yourself? Squidward: Kill him?

Here's your order, sir.

Customer: Thanks. Squidward: No, no! What we got... we got to call the hospital! Mr. Krabs: Won't do any good. I've seen this before. When that pie goes up to bat, I mean, hits his lower intestine... boom! Squidward: You've seen this before? Mr. Krabs: Eleven times as a matter of fact. Squidward: Yes, hello, doctor? Hospital? It won't do any good? Eleven times? Oh, he's a goner. How do we tell him? Mr. Krabs: Don't tell him. That'll only make him feel worse. The way I see it, he's only got till sunset. Why ruin his last day on earth? The lad deserves to enjoy his final hours. Squidward: You're right, Mr. Krabs! I'm gonna make SpongeBob's final hours the best he's ever had. And this time, there's going to be love... so much, he's going to drown in it. Drown in it! Mr. Krabs: Note to self: Watch out for Squidward. Squidward: Uh, SpongeBob?

Yes?

Squidward: I forgot to tell you, there's a part two to your gift.

Part two? Part two, part two, part two, part two...

Squidward: Please, don't do that.

What's the part two?

Squidward: Well, what's the most fun thing you can think of?

Actually, I keep a list of the fun things I like to do. I call it my friendship list.

Squidward: Great. Uh, let me see it.

The things that are extra fun, I've written in red.

Squidward: Everything's in red.

Yeah, I know.

Squidward: We'd better start now if we want to get through this list before you die... of anticipation.

Then let's roll! Bye, Mr. Krabs. Heads up, Squidward—looks like they're gonna replace you.

Squidward: Uh, yeah. Let's take a look at that list.

Well, the first thing I want to do is show my best friend Squidward to everybody in town. Hi, there, this is my best friend, Squidward. Hey, kids, check it out! This is my best friend, Squidward. Hi, I want to show you my best friend, Squidward.

Squidward: Hey, Frank. Glad that's over.

Good, 'cause we're onto our next activity.

Squidward: Which is...?

I'm gonna show my best friend Squidward to everybody in town wearing a salmon suit.

Squidward: You're gonna be wearing a salmon suit?

That's a good one Squidward! Next. Knock-knock jokes! Hey Squid, knock-knock.

Squidward: Who's there?

I am!

Squidward: Oh, yeah...

Look out, everyone, friends in reverse! Turn left, and... stop. See, that's what it would be like if you had me for a face.

Squidward: I can't breathe. Squidward: Are you sure you should be poking it like that?

Who's the doctor here? The last thing on the list is...

Squidward: Does it involve more dismemberment?

Watch the sunset with Squidward.

Squidward: Sunset? Mr. Krabs: The way I see it, the lad's got until sunset before that bomb hits his lower intestine.

Hey, it's Mr. Krabs! Hi, Mr. Krabs. Okay, see you later.

Squidward: C'mon buddy, you want a sunset, you'll get a sunset.

Ah, underwater sunsets sure are beautiful. Eh, Squidward?

Squidward: Yeah.

Yeah, this is great, just the three of us. You, me, ...and this brick wall that you built between us.

Squidward: Yeah.

Sunsets always remind me of bowls of fruit. What do they make you think of, Squidward?

Squidward: Explosions... I mean, erosion.

You know, if I were to die right now in some sort of fiery explosion due to the carelessness of a friend, well, that would just be okay. Wow, it feels like something just dropped into my lower intestine. Hey, smells like cherry. Or maybe grape. Blueberry? Here it is, the sunset! I always love to count it down. Five... You do the rest, buddy.

Squidward: Four... three... two... one...

I guess we started too early. Let's start again.

Squidward: Five... four... three... two... o-o-o-one... Well, at least I was able to make his last few hours meaningful. I am such a good person.

Hey, Squidward, check this out! Squidward, we already played babble like an idiot.

Squidward: Why are you still here?!

Well, since we finished everything on the list, I thought I'd make up a new one. I already filled up this book of ideas. We should be able to finish by January.

Squidward: Forget the book! I spent the whole day with you, doing all kinds of ridiculous things, because you were supposed to explode!

You want me to explode?

Squidward: Yes! That's what I've been waiting for!

Um, okay, I'll try. Gary! You are gonna finish your desert, and you are gonna like it! Now it's your turn!

Squidward: That's not what I meant you barnacle head!

Oh, good one.

Squidward: No! You were supposed to explode into a million pieces!

Why would I do that?

Squidward: Because the pie you ate was a bomb!

What pie?