rqchao/spongebob · Datasets at Hugging Face

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Squidward: The one that I left sitting on the counter this morning that I bought from pirates for 25 bucks and I didn't know it was a bomb, and you ate it... th... that pie!	Pie...pie... Oh, you mean this pie! I was saving it in my pocket for us to share. Let's eat! Oops!
Squidward: Ouch.	Ooh-wah! Oh!
Squidward: Hmm? Who's that?	Ah! Hmm, something's missing. Aha! June 15th. Fine month for pickles. Order up! One perfect patty on a pristine plate in a squeaky-clean Krusty Krab. Man, oh, man, do I love my job! Hey, Mr. Krabs. What's the good word?
Mr. Krabs: Well, actually, SpongeBob, uh, there's two words. And they're not very good. You're fired.	Oh, Mr.- what?
Squidward: Fired? Mr. Krabs: Well, you see, I've been doing some calculating and, you know, crunching the old numbers. And it turns out that I'll save a whole nickel if I cut your salary. Completely.	Bu-bu-bu-but how about if I work for free?
Mr. Krabs: Yeah, I looked into that. Apparently, it's illegal. And I'll lose my vendor's license. Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah. Bill: Uh, excuse me. Is that mine?	I don't know. Maybe. Take it.
Mr. Krabs: You know I love you like a son. But you can't argue with a nickel.	But--but--but--but--but--but--but--but--but--but--but--but--but--but--but--but--but--but.
Squidward: Hey, what about me? Can I get fired too? Mr. Krabs: I'm afraid not, Squidward. You've got seniority. Squidward: Oh, yeah. Mr. Krabs: Nope, it's gotta be you, son. You're canned. Here's your pink slip. I'm giving you the ax. You're fired.	No, not that, anything but that!
Mr. Krabs: So, uh, if you could just hand over your spatula. Um... I'll just take that.	Here, I'll get that for you.
Mr. Krabs: I'll also need the hat. Allow me. Go ahead; take a moment to collect yourself. Long as you need. Old Man Jenkins: I'm not a very strong swimmer. Squidward: Okay, that's enough. It's closing time. You know, it just won't be the same around here without you. You'll have to visit sometime... As a customer. Buh-bye now. Sayonara. Good riddance. Man, is it going to be sweet without that pest around! This day couldn't get any better. Well, Eugene, let me commend you on a terrific business decision. But now that SpongeBob's gone, who will be running the grill? Mr. Krabs: Squidward, I'll have you know, I was five times golden spatula in the navy, so I'll be running the grill. Ooh! Squidward: I can smell the grease fires already.	Hey, Gary, I'm home. Forever.
Gary: Meow meow?	Oh, Mr. Krabs feels he doesn't need me anymore.
Gary: Meow.	What's that, Gary? You need me? Oh, the unconditional love of a pet. Oh, I'm sorry. Here I am wallowing in my misery, and it's past your dinnertime. I used to feed everyone in Bikini Bottom. Now I just feed you. Oh, thanks, Gary.
Gary: Meow.	That's how I used to hold my spatula. Patrick, what's wrong?
Patrick: Oh, hey, SpongeBob. I heard you crying and it made me sad.	Gee, I'm sorry. Why don't you come inside?
Patrick: Hi, SpongeBob! Why are you making me so sad?	Patrick, the most horrible thing happened today. I got-- f-f-f-f-f-f-f...
Patrick: Free French fries?	F-f-f-f-f-f-f...
Patrick: Fried Frittatas?	F-f-f-f-f-f-f...
Patrick: Frothy frappe?	F-f-f-f...
Patrick: I can't think of any more food that starts with the letter c, SpongeBob.	It's not food, Patrick. I got fired.
Patrick: Hey, that's great! Being unemployed is the best gig I know! I tell you what. Meet me tomorrow morning, and I'll introduce you to the wonders of the unemployed lifestyle.	Sorry, Patrick, I can't. I have to wor-- oh. Yeah, okay.
Patrick: Great. See you then. Patrick: Oh! Hey, buddy! Are you ready? Ready for your first day of glorious unemployment? Or as I like to call it, fun-employment!	Yeah, sure. Whatever.
Patrick: That's the spirit! Now, the first stop on our tour of fun-employment is a healthy breakfast with our good friend Mr. Squidward. Hey, Squidward! How are you this fine morning? Squidward: How many times do I have to tell you... Keep.. Off... My... ... Petunias!!?! Patrick: I'll just save this for later. Now you try.	Uh... Hey, Squidward. Look at me. I'm fun-employed!
Patrick: Are you feeling any better yet?	Uh-uh.
Patrick: Come on, SadPants. You know what always picks me up?	Nope.
Patrick: Free lunch with friends!	Yippee.
Sandy: Okay, let's begin the experiment. Mm-hmm. Okay, next. Patrick: Oh, boy, lunch! Patrick's Forehead: More! More! Sandy: Very interesting. Okay, next. SpongeBob! I almost didn't recognize you. You look awful! What are you doing with these here freeloaders?	I got fired. Now I'm fun-employed. Whoo-hoo.
Sandy: Whoa, there. You do not want to eat that.	Why? What is it?
Sandy: Heck if I know. this here's a psychological test to see how much weird gunk folks will eat... if it's free. Who's for seconds? Both Patricks: Me! Patrick: Here you go, little buddy. Ahh. Mmm! Sandy: SpongeBob, you're a mess. You're falling apart. Come on now, SpongeBob. You need to pull yourself together. Get some structure in your life. What you need is a new job.	You're right, Sandy. I'm afraid I can't do this anymore, Patrick. Unemployment may be fun for you, but I need to get a job.
Patrick's Forehead: Who do you think you're fooling, you loser? You couldn't keep a job if you tried! Patrick: Hey! You can't talk to my friend like that! Patrick's Forehead: Unh! Patrick: Don't listen to him, SpongeBob. You need to follow your heart.	Thanks, Patrick. It's time to rejoin the workforce. Gainful employment, here I come! Yah! I'm ready! Whoo-hoo! ♪I'm ready, I'm ready for a new job, for a new job, I'm ready for a new job; I'm ready♪ Greetings, purveyor of elongated sausage products! I would love to work at your establishment.
Mr. Weiner: Well, you do look enthusiastic. Hmm. All right, kid. Let's see what you got. So this is the kitchen.	Hmm. This grill is not in very good shape.
Mr. Weiner: Oh, we don't use the grill. We cook everything on the roller. Good luck, kid.	Hmm. There's something not quite right about this food, but I'm not sure what it is. Aha!
Mr. Weiner: Hey! Where are those weenies?	Your weenies, sir.
Mr. Weiner: What in the name of Davy Jones' gym shorts are these?	They're weenie patties.
Mr. Weiner: What are you some kind of nut? You've ruined my weenies! You're fired!	Aah! But, Mr. Krabs, why?
Mr. Weiner: Mr. Who?	I mean, Mr. Wiener!
Mr. Weiner: Just go.	Well that was a setback. Hello, Pizza Piehole!
Pizza Pete:	Excuse me, Mr. Pizza man. You need a fry-cook?
Pizza Pete: Oh, boy, do I! Can you make pizza?	Eh... probably.
Pizza Pete: Oh, that's amazing. Congratulations, you're hired.	Cool. Well, it's no Krabby Patty, but... perhaps I'll find contentment.
Pizza Pete: Hey, buddy, how's the pizza coming?	Almost done! But I did change the recipe a bit.
Pizza Pete: No problem. A few extra toppings never hurt anyone. Huh? What have you done? You've turned an innocent pizza into... a pizza patty! It's an abomination!	Yeah, of deliciousness!
Pizza Pete: You're fired!	But who'll make the Krabby Patties?
Pizza Pete: Krabby Patties? What do you think this is, the Krusty Krab?	Like I need his dumb job, anyway. I hope his pepperoni falls off. Hey, taco man, may I have a job, por favor?
Senor Taco: Hmm. All right. Let's see what you can do with a burrito.	How about that?
Senor Taco: Interesting. It's some sort of burrito patty. Hmm. Who'd like to taste it? Pilar: I'll give it a go! Senor Taco: You're fired!	But I've given you the best years of my life, Mr. Krabs!
Noodleman: You're fired!	Aah!
Noodleman: And take your noodle patty with you!	Oh, I'll take it, all right. I'll take it to go! Home. For years I worked at the Krusty Krab. Now I've been fired five times in one day. Who are you going to cook for now, SpongeBob?
Gary: Meow.	Sorry, Gary, you must be starving. Don't worry gare-bear. I'll open up a can of Snailpo for you. Oh, no. We're all out of Snailpo. We'll just have to make our own. Perfect! One homemade can of Snailpo!
Gary: Meow.	What's that, Gary? It's the best food you've ever had?
Gary: Meow. Patrick: Yeah, this is dee-licious! Does it have any side effects?	Only satisfaction. If only my bosses liked my cooking as much as you two do. I mean three. Hello. Hmm. That's odd. I could've sworn I heard a knock at the door. Mr. Weenie?
Mr. Weiner: Congratulations, SpongeBob, you've been promoted.	But you just fired me.
Mr. Weiner: That's mustard under the bun, my boy. The important thing is my customers love your little sliders. Now get to work!	I'm pretty sure this is illegal. What am I gonna do now?
Pizza Pete: Pst! Hey, kid. You need help out of here?	Pizza Pete! Yes, please. That wiener has me chained to the grill, and he really seems to be relishing it.
Pizza Pete: I have something to free you.	Pizza sauce? I'm free!
Pizza Pete: Great! Now you can get to my grill.	What? Parmesan-crusted breadstick! Whoa!
Mr. Weiner: Hey! Where are you going with my fry cook? Noodleman: I'll take one fry-cook to go!	Oh, thank you, Señor Taco! Oh, no! Not you too!
Pizza Pete, Mr. Weiner and Noodleman: Get him!	Whoa!
Noodleman: Let go! Mr. Weiner: He's mine! Senor Taco: I was here first! Pizza Pete: No, I was! Krabby Patty Man: Stop! Unhand that sponge! Noodleman: It's the Killer Patty! Mr. Weiner: Here, take him! Just don't hurt me. Aah!	Krabby Patty! You saved me! Well, here we go again.
John: Ugh! This place is terrible! Blue Fred: The Krusty Krab has really gone downhill. Nat Peterson: How can you serve this slop? I'm never eating here again! Mr. Krabs: Wait! Come back! That was me last customer. SpongeBob? Squidward, you found him!	Squidward?
Squidward: I'm afraid so. SpongeBob...	Yes, Squidward?
Squidward: You know I hate you, right?	Yes. Yes, I do.
Squidward: Well, I hate the smell of burning Krabby Patties even more. Please come back and be the fry cook again.	Well, if it's okay with you, Mr. Krabs.
Mr. Krabs: Oh, laddy. I shoulda never let you go. The Krusty Krab has fallen apart without you. You're rehired, boy.	All right! Now my life has purpose again! Let's get this place cleaned up.
Squidward: Hmm. Not exactly my color.	The Krusty Krab is back in business!
Mr. Krabs: Well, SpongeBob, it looks like things are back to normal. And to make up for that extra nickel I was losing, I installed a pay toilet. Old Man Jenkins: Oh, dear, where is that nickel? Huh? Why are you laughing?	Okay, that's enough stretching.
Gary: Meow.	Now we're ready for a morning jog.
Gary: Meow!	What's the matter, Gary? Don't you like jogging?
Gary: Meow, meow, meow.	Oh, right. You're a snail. Hm. We've got to find a way to get you moving. This should do it. You'll tank me later. Hey, now you're moving.
Gary: Meow, meow!	Whoa—ow! I'm okay. Ow! Ow! Yow!
Gary: Meow!	Aww, poor Gary. Looks like you could use a leg up. Or maybe two. There! A perfect set of legs. Now let's make some for you. This will only hurt for a second. Yow!
Gary: Meow! Meow.	Voilà! What do you think, Gary?
Gary: Me—ow, meow—meow.	Let's try 'em out. Come on. Come to SpongeBob.
Gary: Hm.	Oh, your first steps.
Gary: Meow.	My little guy's growing up. Now let's try something a little harder.
Gary: Meow, meow, meow.	Ooh, not bad. Try this.
Gary: Meow, meow, meow, meooow!	Nice moves. Ow! Ah! The student has surpassed the master. Ready to stretch your stuff, Gare-bear?
Gary: Meow, meow. Meow!	Hey, wait! Whoa!
Gary: Meow, meow.	Oh! Oy. After you.
Gary: Meow, meow.	Oh, yeah, that's right. You're not dreaming. Check it out. Snail with legs, people.
Gary: Meow. Bikini Bottomites: Would you look at that. Well, that's certainly different.	Gary!
Worm owner: Hey, control your snail, fella!	Sorry. Guess Gary's new legs got him a little excited.
Gary: Pow! Worm owner: You'll be hearing from my lawyer! Bikini Bottomites: What is your problem, man?	Oh, wh—s—sorry!
Fred: His legs!	Gary the snail, that was very naughty!
Gary: Meow.	Oh. I can't stay mad at you.
Gary: Meow!	Whoa! I'm a little beat, Gary. Can you give me a hand with the door?
Gary: Meow—ow.	Looks like I should give you a hand, huh? Hm? Hm. Hmm. Uh-huh. Uh-huh. Yow! They look a little tight in the shoulder.
Gary: Meow—meow, meow—meow.	Whoops! I accidentally gave you two left hands. Boop! Perfect. Give 'em a test drive, Gary.
Gary: Meow, meow, meow...	Maybe you just need some motivation.
Gary: Meow. Meow!	You're doing it, Gary. Yes, yes! Keep it up, keep it up! Ow! Yes, yes!
Gary: Meow!	That's it, Gary. Move the— Move the— Move those arms.
Gary: Meow—ow—ow—ow—ow—ow. Meow? Meow. Gary: Meow. French Narrator: One Weekend of Pampering Later...	Ow! Yikes! Look at the time! I gotta get to the Krusty Krab. Thanks for spoiling me, Gary. I didn't have to lift a finger. My fingers... Wha—! A whole weekend of pampering has left my limbs in limbo. Got. To go. To work. Hm? Too weak to flip Krabby Patties.
Gary: Ooh. Uh-oh. Customer #1: Excuse me, but I would like to complain! Mr. Krabs: I see. Well, the Krusty Krab takes customers feedback very seriously, sir. After they pay the $5.00 complaint fee. Customer #1: All right, fine. Mr. Krabs: Yee—hee—hee—hee. Thank you, sir. Now what seems to be your problem? Customer #1: There is slime on my patty! Customer #2: And mine has— slime on it, too. Sheldon: My patty doesn't have enough slime! Mr. Krabs: What? Give me that. Bleh! Ugh! Gah! SpongeBob! Just what do you think you're doing changing me patty... formula? Gary: Meow. Meow—mow. Mr. Krabs: Squidward! Why is there a mollusk cooking me Krabby Patties? Squidward: I thought it was strangely quiet and peaceful today. Mr. Krabs: Where the halibut is SpongeBob? Squidward: Maybe he quit? Or got hit by a bus?! Or caught a terminal disease! Mr. Krabs: I don't care if he turned into a bucket of chum. I need me fry cook! Mr. Squidward, you have the helm. Squidward: Attention Krusty Krab customers: Get out. It's time for my break. Mr. Krabs: SpongeBob! SpongeBob? SpongeBob? Are you okay in there? You catch the flu or something? Ugh. Are you at death's door? Because you know darn well they ain't valid excuses to miss work! Ah! SpongeBob has gone full raving loony. Uh-oh! Gary: ♪Meow—meow—meow—meow—meow—meow—meow. Meow—meow—meow—meow—meow—meow.♪ Gary: Meow? Mr. Krabs: What in the name of Neptune's nostrils is going on in here?! SpongeBob, you're acting like you're the pet and that darn snail is the owner! Gary: Meow! Meow—meow—meow. Mr. Krabs: Bad snail! Down boy! SpongeBob, what are you— Oh, snap out of it, SpongeBob!	Mr. Krabs?
Mr. Krabs: Have you completely lost your mind, boy-o? Snails ain't supposed to have arms and legs.	Aww, but Gary is so happy with his new limbs.
Mr. Krabs: Oh, is he? Well, it's time to cut this nonsense! Ay! Huh-hah! Gary: Meow.	Mr. Krabs, I'm sorry I forgot who I was.
Mr. Krabs: That's okay, boy-o.	And Gary, I am so sorry I tried to change you. And Patrick, I'm sorry I haven't returned your hat yet.
Patrick: It's okay...	Hm? Well, I guess I shouldn't let these go to waste. I can always use an extra hand
Mr. Krabs: All right, all right. That's enough Sponge-bobbery for today, boy-o. Time to get you flipping patties again.	Ah, sure is nice having everything back to normal, isn't it Gare-bear? Yup. Same old, same old.
Gary: Meow—ow. Meow. Meow.	Oops! Sorry. Boop-boop. Nothing like a fresh frozen Krabby Patty with extra freezer burn flavor. Here we go... Hmm, grill look a tad dirty.
Customer: Yeah, I like to order... Squidward: Hold that thought. SpongeBob, what is all that r... Customer: Uh, so I like to order...	Say! Who wants...the first patty from our freshly cleaned grill?!
Customer: I would like a Krabby Patty.!	Okay! How about you, Squid-

Squidward: The one that I left sitting on the counter this morning that I bought from pirates for 25 bucks and I didn't know it was a bomb, and you ate it... th... that pie!

Pie...pie... Oh, you mean this pie! I was saving it in my pocket for us to share. Let's eat! Oops!

Squidward: Ouch.

Ooh-wah! Oh!

Squidward: Hmm? Who's that?

Ah! Hmm, something's missing. Aha! June 15th. Fine month for pickles. Order up! One perfect patty on a pristine plate in a squeaky-clean Krusty Krab. Man, oh, man, do I love my job! Hey, Mr. Krabs. What's the good word?

Mr. Krabs: Well, actually, SpongeBob, uh, there's two words. And they're not very good. You're fired.

Oh, Mr.- what?

Squidward: Fired? Mr. Krabs: Well, you see, I've been doing some calculating and, you know, crunching the old numbers. And it turns out that I'll save a whole nickel if I cut your salary. Completely.

Bu-bu-bu-but how about if I work for free?

Mr. Krabs: Yeah, I looked into that. Apparently, it's illegal. And I'll lose my vendor's license. Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah. Bill: Uh, excuse me. Is that mine?

I don't know. Maybe. Take it.

Mr. Krabs: You know I love you like a son. But you can't argue with a nickel.

But--but--but--but--but--but--but--but--but--but--but--but--but--but--but--but--but--but.

Squidward: Hey, what about me? Can I get fired too? Mr. Krabs: I'm afraid not, Squidward. You've got seniority. Squidward: Oh, yeah. Mr. Krabs: Nope, it's gotta be you, son. You're canned. Here's your pink slip. I'm giving you the ax. You're fired.

No, not that, anything but that!

Mr. Krabs: So, uh, if you could just hand over your spatula. Um... I'll just take that.

Here, I'll get that for you.

Mr. Krabs: I'll also need the hat. Allow me. Go ahead; take a moment to collect yourself. Long as you need. Old Man Jenkins: I'm not a very strong swimmer. Squidward: Okay, that's enough. It's closing time. You know, it just won't be the same around here without you. You'll have to visit sometime... As a customer. Buh-bye now. Sayonara. Good riddance. Man, is it going to be sweet without that pest around! This day couldn't get any better. Well, Eugene, let me commend you on a terrific business decision. But now that SpongeBob's gone, who will be running the grill? Mr. Krabs: Squidward, I'll have you know, I was five times golden spatula in the navy, so I'll be running the grill. Ooh! Squidward: I can smell the grease fires already.

Hey, Gary, I'm home. Forever.

Gary: Meow meow?

Oh, Mr. Krabs feels he doesn't need me anymore.

Gary: Meow.

What's that, Gary? You need me? Oh, the unconditional love of a pet. Oh, I'm sorry. Here I am wallowing in my misery, and it's past your dinnertime. I used to feed everyone in Bikini Bottom. Now I just feed you. Oh, thanks, Gary.

Gary: Meow.

That's how I used to hold my spatula. Patrick, what's wrong?

Patrick: Oh, hey, SpongeBob. I heard you crying and it made me sad.

Gee, I'm sorry. Why don't you come inside?

Patrick: Hi, SpongeBob! Why are you making me so sad?

Patrick, the most horrible thing happened today. I got-- f-f-f-f-f-f-f...

Patrick: Free French fries?

F-f-f-f-f-f-f...

Patrick: Fried Frittatas?

F-f-f-f-f-f-f...

Patrick: Frothy frappe?

F-f-f-f...

Patrick: I can't think of any more food that starts with the letter c, SpongeBob.

It's not food, Patrick. I got fired.

Patrick: Hey, that's great! Being unemployed is the best gig I know! I tell you what. Meet me tomorrow morning, and I'll introduce you to the wonders of the unemployed lifestyle.

Sorry, Patrick, I can't. I have to wor-- oh. Yeah, okay.

Patrick: Great. See you then. Patrick: Oh! Hey, buddy! Are you ready? Ready for your first day of glorious unemployment? Or as I like to call it, fun-employment!

Yeah, sure. Whatever.

Patrick: That's the spirit! Now, the first stop on our tour of fun-employment is a healthy breakfast with our good friend Mr. Squidward. Hey, Squidward! How are you this fine morning? Squidward: How many times do I have to tell you... Keep.. Off... My... ... Petunias!!?! Patrick: I'll just save this for later. Now you try.

Uh... Hey, Squidward. Look at me. I'm fun-employed!

Patrick: Are you feeling any better yet?

Uh-uh.

Patrick: Come on, SadPants. You know what always picks me up?

Nope.

Patrick: Free lunch with friends!

Yippee.

Sandy: Okay, let's begin the experiment. Mm-hmm. Okay, next. Patrick: Oh, boy, lunch! Patrick's Forehead: More! More! Sandy: Very interesting. Okay, next. SpongeBob! I almost didn't recognize you. You look awful! What are you doing with these here freeloaders?

I got fired. Now I'm fun-employed. Whoo-hoo.

Sandy: Whoa, there. You do not want to eat that.

Why? What is it?

Sandy: Heck if I know. this here's a psychological test to see how much weird gunk folks will eat... if it's free. Who's for seconds? Both Patricks: Me! Patrick: Here you go, little buddy. Ahh. Mmm! Sandy: SpongeBob, you're a mess. You're falling apart. Come on now, SpongeBob. You need to pull yourself together. Get some structure in your life. What you need is a new job.

You're right, Sandy. I'm afraid I can't do this anymore, Patrick. Unemployment may be fun for you, but I need to get a job.

Patrick's Forehead: Who do you think you're fooling, you loser? You couldn't keep a job if you tried! Patrick: Hey! You can't talk to my friend like that! Patrick's Forehead: Unh! Patrick: Don't listen to him, SpongeBob. You need to follow your heart.

Thanks, Patrick. It's time to rejoin the workforce. Gainful employment, here I come! Yah! I'm ready! Whoo-hoo! ♪I'm ready, I'm ready for a new job, for a new job, I'm ready for a new job; I'm ready♪ Greetings, purveyor of elongated sausage products! I would love to work at your establishment.

Mr. Weiner: Well, you do look enthusiastic. Hmm. All right, kid. Let's see what you got. So this is the kitchen.

Hmm. This grill is not in very good shape.

Mr. Weiner: Oh, we don't use the grill. We cook everything on the roller. Good luck, kid.

Hmm. There's something not quite right about this food, but I'm not sure what it is. Aha!

Mr. Weiner: Hey! Where are those weenies?

Your weenies, sir.

Mr. Weiner: What in the name of Davy Jones' gym shorts are these?

They're weenie patties.

Mr. Weiner: What are you some kind of nut? You've ruined my weenies! You're fired!

Aah! But, Mr. Krabs, why?

Mr. Weiner: Mr. Who?

I mean, Mr. Wiener!

Mr. Weiner: Just go.

Well that was a setback. Hello, Pizza Piehole!

Pizza Pete:

Excuse me, Mr. Pizza man. You need a fry-cook?

Pizza Pete: Oh, boy, do I! Can you make pizza?

Eh... probably.

Pizza Pete: Oh, that's amazing. Congratulations, you're hired.

Cool. Well, it's no Krabby Patty, but... perhaps I'll find contentment.

Pizza Pete: Hey, buddy, how's the pizza coming?

Almost done! But I did change the recipe a bit.

Pizza Pete: No problem. A few extra toppings never hurt anyone. Huh? What have you done? You've turned an innocent pizza into... a pizza patty! It's an abomination!

Yeah, of deliciousness!

Pizza Pete: You're fired!

But who'll make the Krabby Patties?

Pizza Pete: Krabby Patties? What do you think this is, the Krusty Krab?

Like I need his dumb job, anyway. I hope his pepperoni falls off. Hey, taco man, may I have a job, por favor?

Senor Taco: Hmm. All right. Let's see what you can do with a burrito.

How about that?

Senor Taco: Interesting. It's some sort of burrito patty. Hmm. Who'd like to taste it? Pilar: I'll give it a go! Senor Taco: You're fired!

But I've given you the best years of my life, Mr. Krabs!

Noodleman: You're fired!

Aah!

Noodleman: And take your noodle patty with you!

Oh, I'll take it, all right. I'll take it to go! Home. For years I worked at the Krusty Krab. Now I've been fired five times in one day. Who are you going to cook for now, SpongeBob?

Gary: Meow.

Sorry, Gary, you must be starving. Don't worry gare-bear. I'll open up a can of Snailpo for you. Oh, no. We're all out of Snailpo. We'll just have to make our own. Perfect! One homemade can of Snailpo!

Gary: Meow.

What's that, Gary? It's the best food you've ever had?

Gary: Meow. Patrick: Yeah, this is dee-licious! Does it have any side effects?

Only satisfaction. If only my bosses liked my cooking as much as you two do. I mean three. Hello. Hmm. That's odd. I could've sworn I heard a knock at the door. Mr. Weenie?

Mr. Weiner: Congratulations, SpongeBob, you've been promoted.

But you just fired me.

Mr. Weiner: That's mustard under the bun, my boy. The important thing is my customers love your little sliders. Now get to work!

I'm pretty sure this is illegal. What am I gonna do now?

Pizza Pete: Pst! Hey, kid. You need help out of here?

Pizza Pete! Yes, please. That wiener has me chained to the grill, and he really seems to be relishing it.

Pizza Pete: I have something to free you.

Pizza sauce? I'm free!

Pizza Pete: Great! Now you can get to my grill.

What? Parmesan-crusted breadstick! Whoa!

Mr. Weiner: Hey! Where are you going with my fry cook? Noodleman: I'll take one fry-cook to go!

Oh, thank you, Señor Taco! Oh, no! Not you too!

Pizza Pete, Mr. Weiner and Noodleman: Get him!

Whoa!

Noodleman: Let go! Mr. Weiner: He's mine! Senor Taco: I was here first! Pizza Pete: No, I was! Krabby Patty Man: Stop! Unhand that sponge! Noodleman: It's the Killer Patty! Mr. Weiner: Here, take him! Just don't hurt me. Aah!

Krabby Patty! You saved me! Well, here we go again.

John: Ugh! This place is terrible! Blue Fred: The Krusty Krab has really gone downhill. Nat Peterson: How can you serve this slop? I'm never eating here again! Mr. Krabs: Wait! Come back! That was me last customer. SpongeBob? Squidward, you found him!

Squidward?

Squidward: I'm afraid so. SpongeBob...

Yes, Squidward?

Squidward: You know I hate you, right?

Yes. Yes, I do.

Squidward: Well, I hate the smell of burning Krabby Patties even more. Please come back and be the fry cook again.

Well, if it's okay with you, Mr. Krabs.

Mr. Krabs: Oh, laddy. I shoulda never let you go. The Krusty Krab has fallen apart without you. You're rehired, boy.

All right! Now my life has purpose again! Let's get this place cleaned up.

Squidward: Hmm. Not exactly my color.

The Krusty Krab is back in business!

Mr. Krabs: Well, SpongeBob, it looks like things are back to normal. And to make up for that extra nickel I was losing, I installed a pay toilet. Old Man Jenkins: Oh, dear, where is that nickel? Huh? Why are you laughing?

Okay, that's enough stretching.

Gary: Meow.

Now we're ready for a morning jog.

Gary: Meow!

What's the matter, Gary? Don't you like jogging?

Gary: Meow, meow, meow.

Oh, right. You're a snail. Hm. We've got to find a way to get you moving. This should do it. You'll tank me later. Hey, now you're moving.

Gary: Meow, meow!

Whoa—ow! I'm okay. Ow! Ow! Yow!

Gary: Meow!

Aww, poor Gary. Looks like you could use a leg up. Or maybe two. There! A perfect set of legs. Now let's make some for you. This will only hurt for a second. Yow!

Gary: Meow! Meow.

Voilà! What do you think, Gary?

Gary: Me—ow, meow—meow.

Let's try 'em out. Come on. Come to SpongeBob.

Gary: Hm.

Oh, your first steps.

Gary: Meow.

My little guy's growing up. Now let's try something a little harder.

Gary: Meow, meow, meow.

Ooh, not bad. Try this.

Gary: Meow, meow, meow, meooow!

Nice moves. Ow! Ah! The student has surpassed the master. Ready to stretch your stuff, Gare-bear?

Gary: Meow, meow. Meow!

Hey, wait! Whoa!

Gary: Meow, meow.

Oh! Oy. After you.

Gary: Meow, meow.

Oh, yeah, that's right. You're not dreaming. Check it out. Snail with legs, people.

Gary: Meow. Bikini Bottomites: Would you look at that. Well, that's certainly different.

Gary!

Worm owner: Hey, control your snail, fella!

Sorry. Guess Gary's new legs got him a little excited.

Gary: Pow! Worm owner: You'll be hearing from my lawyer! Bikini Bottomites: What is your problem, man?

Oh, wh—s—sorry!

Fred: His legs!

Gary the snail, that was very naughty!

Gary: Meow.

Oh. I can't stay mad at you.

Gary: Meow!

Whoa! I'm a little beat, Gary. Can you give me a hand with the door?

Gary: Meow—ow.

Looks like I should give you a hand, huh? Hm? Hm. Hmm. Uh-huh. Uh-huh. Yow! They look a little tight in the shoulder.

Gary: Meow—meow, meow—meow.

Whoops! I accidentally gave you two left hands. Boop! Perfect. Give 'em a test drive, Gary.

Gary: Meow, meow, meow...

Maybe you just need some motivation.

Gary: Meow. Meow!

You're doing it, Gary. Yes, yes! Keep it up, keep it up! Ow! Yes, yes!

Gary: Meow!

That's it, Gary. Move the— Move the— Move those arms.

Gary: Meow—ow—ow—ow—ow—ow. Meow? Meow. Gary: Meow. French Narrator: One Weekend of Pampering Later...

Ow! Yikes! Look at the time! I gotta get to the Krusty Krab. Thanks for spoiling me, Gary. I didn't have to lift a finger. My fingers... Wha—! A whole weekend of pampering has left my limbs in limbo. Got. To go. To work. Hm? Too weak to flip Krabby Patties.

Gary: Ooh. Uh-oh. Customer #1: Excuse me, but I would like to complain! Mr. Krabs: I see. Well, the Krusty Krab takes customers feedback very seriously, sir. After they pay the $5.00 complaint fee. Customer #1: All right, fine. Mr. Krabs: Yee—hee—hee—hee. Thank you, sir. Now what seems to be your problem? Customer #1: There is slime on my patty! Customer #2: And mine has— slime on it, too. Sheldon: My patty doesn't have enough slime! Mr. Krabs: What? Give me that. Bleh! Ugh! Gah! SpongeBob! Just what do you think you're doing changing me patty... formula? Gary: Meow. Meow—mow. Mr. Krabs: Squidward! Why is there a mollusk cooking me Krabby Patties? Squidward: I thought it was strangely quiet and peaceful today. Mr. Krabs: Where the halibut is SpongeBob? Squidward: Maybe he quit? Or got hit by a bus?! Or caught a terminal disease! Mr. Krabs: I don't care if he turned into a bucket of chum. I need me fry cook! Mr. Squidward, you have the helm. Squidward: Attention Krusty Krab customers: Get out. It's time for my break. Mr. Krabs: SpongeBob! SpongeBob? SpongeBob? Are you okay in there? You catch the flu or something? Ugh. Are you at death's door? Because you know darn well they ain't valid excuses to miss work! Ah! SpongeBob has gone full raving loony. Uh-oh! Gary: ♪Meow—meow—meow—meow—meow—meow—meow. Meow—meow—meow—meow—meow—meow.♪ Gary: Meow? Mr. Krabs: What in the name of Neptune's nostrils is going on in here?! SpongeBob, you're acting like you're the pet and that darn snail is the owner! Gary: Meow! Meow—meow—meow. Mr. Krabs: Bad snail! Down boy! SpongeBob, what are you— Oh, snap out of it, SpongeBob!

Mr. Krabs?

Mr. Krabs: Have you completely lost your mind, boy-o? Snails ain't supposed to have arms and legs.

Aww, but Gary is so happy with his new limbs.

Mr. Krabs: Oh, is he? Well, it's time to cut this nonsense! Ay! Huh-hah! Gary: Meow.

Mr. Krabs, I'm sorry I forgot who I was.

Mr. Krabs: That's okay, boy-o.

And Gary, I am so sorry I tried to change you. And Patrick, I'm sorry I haven't returned your hat yet.

Patrick: It's okay...

Hm? Well, I guess I shouldn't let these go to waste. I can always use an extra hand

Mr. Krabs: All right, all right. That's enough Sponge-bobbery for today, boy-o. Time to get you flipping patties again.

Ah, sure is nice having everything back to normal, isn't it Gare-bear? Yup. Same old, same old.

Gary: Meow—ow. Meow. Meow.

Oops! Sorry. Boop-boop. Nothing like a fresh frozen Krabby Patty with extra freezer burn flavor. Here we go... Hmm, grill look a tad dirty.

Customer: Yeah, I like to order... Squidward: Hold that thought. SpongeBob, what is all that r... Customer: Uh, so I like to order...

Say! Who wants...the first patty from our freshly cleaned grill?!

Customer: I would like a Krabby Patty.!

Okay! How about you, Squid-