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Squidward: Ah, stay away! Oh, another SpongeBob nightmare. | The best job... |
Mr. Krabs: He's already ten seconds late! I'm docking him a month's pay for this. | And, of course, the bestest pet. |
Gary: Meow. Meow! | I'm sorry! I'm sorry! |
Patrick: Hi, SpongeBob. | Hey, Patrick! How goes it? |
Patrick: Well, it was great until you showed up. | What's that? |
Patrick: Oh, just a birthday cake for my mom that I spent all day baking. Idiot Boy. | Oh, that's the first time someone's called me that. Wait, I know who will enjoy my company. Squidward! |
Squidward: Don't you ever wake me up from my beauty sleep! Do you understand? Idiot Boy. Sandy: It's all done! My greatest invention yet! | Sandy! What a neat robot! |
Sandy: No! | Let me explain. You see... I was passing by the tree, and I thought it'd be funny if I gave you a surprise. |
Sandy: Oh, you gave me a surprise, alright. Look at the surprise I got! Get out of here! Idiot Boy! | I guess that means there's only one place left to go. A place where I am wanted, wherever they like it or not! SpongeBob WorkPants reporting for duty, Mr. Krabs. |
Mr. Krabs: Hurry up and get in there, boy! Patties need flipping. | No worries, captain! Oops, well, all in a day's work. Now, back to doing what I do best! No way I can mess this up... |
Mr. Krabs: Mr. Dollar, allow me to introduce you to Mrs. Dollar. What the barnacles is going on? | Mr. Krabs! Mr. Krabs, are you okay? |
Mr. Krabs: I'm fine, as long as me money's okay. Mr. Dollar: Although we've only known each other a short time, I want you to know... I love you. Mr. Krabs: If I were you, I'd get as far away from me as possible-- Idiot Boy! | I guess that's it, then. If Mr. Krabs is calling me Idiot Boy, it must be true, I know what must be done! I somehow managed to make everyone mad at me. At least you still like me, right, Gare? I'll miss you too, buddy. There's a year's supply of snail food for you. Goodbye, pineapple. Goodbye, Squidward. Goodbye, Patrick. Goodbye, Sandy. Goodbye, Bikini Bottom. Goodbye, life as I know it. Welcome to Bikini Bottom. Population 538. Minus 1. Idiot Boy, Idiot Boy, Idiot Boy, Idiot Boy, Idiot Boy, Idiot Boy, Idiot Boy, Idiot Boy, Idiot Boy, Idiot Boy... Oooh, boy, that's quite a lump! |
Sandy: Patrick, where's SpongeBob? Patrick: I don't know. I've been knocking on his door for three hours. I need his hot sauce for my milkshake. Sandy: We ain't got time for that. Hi-yah! Gary: Mrloooow. Sandy: Gary? Where are you, little guy? Gary: Mrloooow. Sandy: Gary? Gary? Gary: Mrloow. Sandy: Gary! What happened to you? Gary: Mrlooooooowrooowroowrooow. Sandy: A note. To whom it may concern: if you found this letter, that means Gary's food bowl is empty and that it needs to be refilled. It also means it's been approximately one year since I've split town, and no one's noticed 'til now. No one needs to worry, I won't bother anyone again. Sincerely, SpongeBob. A.K.A. Idiot Boy. Harold: I could use this. Jennifer-Millie: Yeah, I like these here. Harold: This is top quality. | Hello there. What's going on? |
Harold: Oh, we thought you were taking a dirt nap, but we organized your clothes for you... SpongeBob. | Are you talking to me? |
Harold: Isn't this your name? | I don't know, is it? |
Harold: You don't know your name? | All I know is that I hit my head on some rocks! Now I can't seem to remember anything. |
Harold: Err, well, then I'll remind you that these are not your clothes, and your name isn't SpongeBob, it's, umm... it's... CheeseHead BrownPants. Ha ha! That's it! | CheeseHead, huh? Wait a minute, what's this? |
Harold: Bubbles?! CheeseHead: I wonder what got into them? Perch Perkins: We interrupt this program for an important announcement. Bikini Bottom is literally in a state of total chaos tonight. Leugey: Literally! Perch Perkins: We go now to news scene chopper 7. What's up? News Chopper: Not looking too good out here, Perch. The Krusty Krab is about to come apart of the hinges. Customers are in a rage over not getting their Krabby Patties. Mr. Krabs: Squidward, where the barnacles is SpongeBob? This place is going down the toilet! Patties need flipping! Squidward: If I knew, do you think I'd be standing here getting yelled at by a bunch of morons? Mr. Krabs: Don't talk back to your superior officer, you... Sandy: Squidward! Mr. Krabs! Y'all seen SpongeBob? Squidward: I think we just went through this... Mr. Krabs: What he means to say is, no, we haven't. Sandy: Well, apparently, he's left Bikini Bottom, and he ain't coming back. Mr. Krabs: Let me see that. To whom that may concern, ... AKA...AKA? Idiot Boy? IDIOT BOY?! It is SpongeBob! What am I gonna do without me fry cook?! Patrick: What am I gonna do without my best friend?! I should never have been mean to you! Sandy: I should have never kicked you out of my house! Squidward: If I knew that was the last time I've seen SpongeBob-- I would have slammed the door in his face even harder! Mr. Krabs: All right, group meeting. Everybody out! The Krusty Krab's closed until further notice! Now... how do you propose we find me money-making employee? CheeseHead: Whoo, I live in a dump! Bert: Hey, watch where your stepping! CheeseHead: Sorry, sir, I was just- Bert: I know what you was doing. You was doing the old bump into the sucker and reach into his pockets and take his change routine, but it ain't gonna work this time. You want money? Get a job, you deadbeat! CheeseHead: I'm a jobless deadbeat? What a sad existence I don't remember I lead. Ooh, seems like I'm running on empty. Not a penny to my name. Well, I guess if I want to fill the hole in my gut, I'll need to fill a job somewhere. Help wanted? Lisa: Well, Mr... BrownPants... you seem to have left this entire application blank. CheeseHead: I can't remember a thing. Lisa: Well, do you have any special skills? CheeseHead: Special skills... oh, I can do this! Lisa: Oh, what do you think you're doing?! Sorry, sir, but we run a respectable business here! CheeseHead: Okay, I guess they don't want you blowing bubbles, unless it directly relates to the job at hand. Thanks for the job, boss! You won't be disappointed. Matt: That's real sweet, BrownPants, but I don't hear that hammer pounding. CheeseHead: Then this might be music to your ears. Matt: Neptune's son, what are you doing? You aren't doing that on my building site! You're fired! CheeseHead: I do not understand this. What is wrong with this city? Maybe it's not the city. Maybe it's me. Hey, mister, Look at me! Mister, look at me! Is there something wrong with me? Sandy: Listen up, y'all! I got a plan to bring back SpongeBob. Mr. Krabs: You do? Sandy: Yup, and it involves this. It'll track any sponge within a 50-mile radius. Squidward: So, you're saying this thing can actually find SpongeBob? Sandy: You got it, SquidCakes, but it's gonna take all of us to find-- Sandy, Mr. Krabs and Patrick: Squidward: Oops, I dropped it. Mr. Krabs: Mr. Squidward! This device was me last chance to get this place back into ship shape! And since you destroyed it, I am ordering you to find SpongeBob! Squidward: I wouldn't seek out that twit for all the leotards of the sea. Mr. Krabs: If you don't find him, you'll be out of a job forever. Squidward: Ha! Is that your version of a threat? Mr. Krabs: Oh, Squidward, don't forget your retirement gift. Squidward: Mr. Krabs, I am not interested in any– Is that a handcrafted jewel-encrusted ornamental egg? That'll complete my collection! Oh, thank you, thank you, thank you, Mr. Krabs! Mr. Krabs: Not so fast! Bring back me number one fry cook first. Jake: Real drag, isn't it? Having to stand around the fire for warmth every night? CheeseHead: Yeah. Josh: Heh, not for us... we're just waiting in line for a new video game. CheeseHead: I guess I am just a jobless deadbeat. You guys mind if I bubble? Jake: You can't do that here! CheeseHead: But... bubbles will steady the ol' nerves. Watch. See? Feeling better already. Roddie: Do you have any... I think we've made our point with the snapping! As I was saying... do you have any idea who we are? CheeseHead: Um, wait... err, um... don't tell me, um... Roddie: Don't answer. I'll show ya. We call us the Bubble Poppin' Boys. And article one of our charter prohibits bubble blowing on our turf. You see why we don't allow bubbles in our city?! Fortunately, we have ways of dealing with careless bubble blowers like you. Let's rough him up, boys! Roddie: Where'd he go? After him! CheeseHead: Ah, I'll be making this getaway in comfort. Alex: You- you did it! Do you realize what you've done? CheeseHead: No. Alex: You have freed the city. Citzens of New Kelp, come out of the shadows, 'cause CheeseBoy kicked the Bubble Poppin' gang right out of town! All: Thank you, CheeseBoy! Mitch: What an amazing gift CheeseBoy has given us. CheeseHead: Actually, it's CheeseHead. Mayor: Well, CheeseHead, this is a historic day for New Kelp City. You have rid this city of the Bubble Poppin' Boys, and restored bubble-blowing to the streets. Something I wasn't able to do for 20 years as mayor. For this, I appoint you... mayor of New Kelp City! All: All hail mayor CheeseHead! Sandy: SpongeBob! Patrick: SpongeBob! Sandy: SpongeBob! Patrick: Buddy? You there? Sandy: SpongeBob! Maybe someone at that truck stop has seen our porous little buddy. Patrick: SpongeBob! Sandy: There he is, guys! Patrick: Huh? SpongeBob! Oh, I knew I'd find you, buddy! Look at you. You haven't changed a bit. Let's go home and eat a gallon of seanut butter. Sandy: That's not SpongeBob, Patrick. here's SpongeBob. Patrick: I'll get ya out of this cage, buddy! You're safe now in my arms. Huh? Where'd you go now? Sandy: Uh, Pat? All the ink came off on your belly. Patrick: Oh. Sandy: Now let's see what that little critter's up to. New mayor of... SpongeBob's mayor of New Kelp City! Mayor CheeseHead: Citizens of New Kelp City. I don't know much about politics or balanced budgets or how to be a leader. I'm not exactly sure what a mayor…is. But I do know this, while I am wearing the mayor's hat, it will always be safe to blow bubbles on the streets of New Kelp or my name isn't CheeseHead BrownPants. Sandy: CheeseHead BrownPants? Donny: New Kelp City has brown-pants mania. Sandy: Hang on a minute. I don't mean to put a damper on the mood here, but Bikini Bottom needs you back, SpongeBob. Mayor CheeseHead: What's that? Sandy: Well, I'm sorry I yelled at you, buddy. Mayor CheeseHead: Oh, this is a surprise. Sandy: Surprised I found you? Mayor CheeseHead: No, surprised at seeing a talking weasel. Sandy: It's me, Sandy. Don't pretend you don't remember me, SpongeBob. Mayor CheeseHead: Sorry, Sandy. But I'd probably remember another underwater, talking weasel. Patrick: You may not remember the weasel, but you haven't forgotten your best friend, have you? Mayor CheeseHead: I have no idea how that got there. All I remember is hitting my head, blowing some bubbles and now, poof, I'm mayor. Sandy: You must've lost your memory when you hit your head. You'll just have to come back with us to Bikini Bottom. The familiar surroundings will bring your memory right back. Mayor CheeseHead: Uh, sorry, weasel girl, I can't leave. These people need my leadership. In fact, I'm late for a meeting. Sandy: SpongeBob, wait! Squidward: Don't just stand there, get in. Sandy: Squidward? Squidward: Hurry up! Decorative egg, here I come. Sandy: Here it is! You must recognize this place. Mayor CheeseHead: Nope. Mr. Krabs: Don't recognize the Krusty Krab? Stop your kidding, boy. And start frying up them patties. Mayor CheeseHead: I was a fry cook before? Mr. Krabs: Aye, the best in the business. Now get flipping. Mayor CheeseHead: Look, guys, as much as I'd love to toil the days away flipping burgers, I think I'll just go back to my modest job as mayor of a major city. Squidward: Whoo-hoo-hoo, SpongeBob's leaving for real this time! Mr. Krabs, I brought back your number one fry cook. You gotta pay up. Mr. Krabs: All right, Mr. Squidward, a deal's a deal. Here's your fancy egg. Squidward: Ohh! It's BEAU-TI-FUL! NOOOOOO! Sandy: You okay, SpongeBob? | Yeah, just a bit of a headache, Sandy- Hey, I remember this place! |
Sandy: SpongeBob's back! Mr. Krabs: We're really sorry we ran you out of town, boy. But we're glad you're back. | I'd really love to stay, but the people of New Kelp City need their mayor. Goodbye, everyone. |
Sandy, Mr. Krabs and Patrick: What? / Huh? / Oh, not again. Squidward: He's leaving, again! Perch Perkins: Stop what you're doing and don't go out that door. This is a KNKC special report. Panic in the streets of New Kelp City as rampant bubbles bring visibility down to 0. The angry citizens here blame the apocalyptic scene on Mayor CheeseHead BrownPants and his newly-enacted bubble policy. Alfred: If I ever see Mayor Brown Pants again I'm gonna grab his little, yellow head and literally rip his!-- Mr. Krabs: Where's SpongeBob? | Order up! Who wants to be a dumb old mayor when you're the best fry cook in town? And how could I ever leave behind my bestest friends? |
Patrick: Oh, boy, oh, boy, oh, boy, Krabby Patty! SpongeBob, another masterpiece. Sandy: It's great to have you back, Spongy. | Looks like I'm back in Bikini Bottom forever. |
TV Announcer: The New Adventures of Mermaid Man and Barnacle Boy! We join Bikini Bottom's noblest, boldest, oldest superheroes as they bravely prepare for vacation. But wait! While our heroes relax at Leisure Village... who will watch the Mermalair?! | ManSponge... |
Patrick: ...and BoyPatrick... SpongeBob and Patrick: Reporting for duty! Barnacle Boy: Yeah, yeah, follow me. SpongeBob and Patrick: Up, up, and awayyyyyy!! Mermaid Man: EVIL! Barnacle Boy: Now, we want you boys to keep an eye on the place. Water the plants, and make sure that... | Oh my gosh, Patrick! This is the greatest wall of superhero secret gadgetry ever! I'm going to play with the Cosmic-Ray! |
Patrick: I get the Aqua-Glove! Mermaid Man: Hold on there, boys! You cannot play with this stuff! | What about the Orb of Confusion? |
Mermaid Man: No, no! Prolonged exposure to the Orb of Confusion will give you... uh... confusion! Patrick: What about the Invisible Boatmobile? Barnacle Boy: Especially not the Invisible Boatmobile! When we say don't touch anything, we mean don't. Touch. Anything! Do you understand? SpongeBob and Patrick: Loud and clear, trusted boy companion! Barnacle Boy: Well, great. Here are the keys. We'll see you in a week. Mermaid Man: UP, UP, AND AWAYYYYYY! | Come, BoyPatrick. While our heroes are away, we will keep evil at bay! |
Patrick: Huh? MUH-MUH-MUH-MA-MUH-MUH-MA-MUH-MA... | What is it, trusted sidekick? |
Patrick: MUH-MUH-MUH-MA-MUH-MUH-MA-MUH-MA! MUH-MUH-MUH-MA-MUH-MUH-MA-MUH-MA! SpongeBob and Patrick: MUH-MUH-MUH-MA-MUH-MUH-MA-MUH-MA! MUH-MUH-MUH-MA-MUH-MUH-MA-MUH-MA! Man Ray! Aaaaaaaahhh! Patrick: Hey, SpongeBob, how come he's not chasing us? | Looks like he's frozen or something. |
Patrick: FRUH-FRUH-FRUH-FRO-FRUH-FRUH-FRO-FRUH-FRO! | It appears to be some sort of prison chamber... ...made out of frozen tartar sauce. This is incredible! Next to the Dirty Bubble, the evil Man Ray is the all-time greatest arch nemesis of Mermaid Man and Barnacle Boy. I have so many questions to ask him! Pat, what are you doing!?! We're not supposed to touch anything! |
Patrick: But you said you had a question. | We could get in trouble! |
Patrick: Well, that's not a question. | They said not to touch anything and that includes unfreezing a super-villain! |
Man Ray: I'm free! Hahaha! | Uh, actually, Mr. uh... Man Ray, sir, only your head is free. |
Man Ray: By the supreme authority of wickedness, I, the evil Man Ray, command you to release me from this frozen prison at once! | Well, uhh, Mr. Evil Man Ray, sir, we can't do that. |
Man Ray: Why... NOT?! | Because you're evil! |
Man Ray: You mean, if I was good, then you'd let me go? | Yeah, sure, why not? |
Man Ray: Then, uhhh, in that case... I am good. | Really? |
Man Ray: Yes, really. | Really, really? |
Man Ray: Yes. Yes. Really, really. | Really Really Really??? |
Man Ray: YES, YES, ALREADY! I'M GOOD, I'M GOOD! NOW, LET ME OUT OF HERE OR YOU'LL SUFFER DIRE CONSEQUENCES!! | Well, that's good enough for me. |
Man Ray: You fools! Prepare to be eradicated! What's wrong with me? Hahaha! What is this, HAHA HEH HEH HA, infernal contraption!? | Don't play dumb, Man Ray! You know that's the tickle belt Mermaid Man used on you in episode 17! |
Narrator: As seen in episode 17! Patrick: Oh, I love that episode. | Oh, me too, me too! |
Man Ray: I'll never get out of here wearing this belt! I... I need an evil plan that will trick them to take it off me. Time for those acting lessons to pay off. | Remember that part Mermaid Man and Barnacle... |
Man Ray: Oh, boohoo! Oh, sob! Oh, cry! Oh, woe is me! You don't know what it's like being evil for so long. Oh, how I wish to be... good. If only some kind heroes would show me the path to decency. | We could teach you how to be good and then we'll let you go! |
Man Ray: Ahh, that would be fantastic! I'll fake my way through this just like I did in high school. | Okay, Man Ray. Are you ready for your first day at goodness school? Pat, get your wallet out. Okay, goodness lesson number one. You see someone drop their wallet. Patrick, drop the wallet. Now, what do you do? |
Man Ray: Excuse me, sir, but I do believe you've dropped your wallet. Patrick: Doesn't look familiar to me. Man Ray: What? I just saw you drop it. Here. Patrick: Nope, it's not mine. Man Ray: It is yours. I am trying to be a good person and return it to you. Patrick: Return what to who? Man Ray: ...Aren't you Patrick Star? Patrick: Yup. Man Ray: And this is your ID. Patrick: Yup. Man Ray: I found this ID in this wallet. And if that's the case, this must be your wallet. Patrick: That makes sense to me. Man Ray: Then take it. Patrick: It's not my wallet. Man Ray: You dim ball! Take back your wallet or I'll rip your arms off! | Ah-ah! Wrong. Good people don't rip other people's arms off! Okay, goodness lesson number two. You see someone struggling with a heavy package. What do you do? |
Man Ray: Hello, friend. I noticed you were struggling with that package. Would you like some help with... Ow! Patrick: Oops, sorry. Can I start over? Man Ray: I noticed you was... Ow! Patrick: Oops! Gotta start again. Man Ray: Would, Ow! Patrick: Oops! Man Ray: You butter-fingered pink thing! What's in that box anyhow?! Patrick: My wallets. Man Ray: Patrick: No! SpongeBob, tickle him! Man Ray: It tickles, but it's worth it! | Alright, goodness lesson number three. Uhh, let's see. |
Patrick: I've got one. I'm thinking of a number between 1 and 100. What is it? Man Ray: Umm... 62? Patrick: Wrong! Man Ray: Haha! Stop! | Hey, Patrick, that's got nothing to do with being good. |
Patrick: Let go of it, SpongeBob! | Pat, we've got to use it only when he's bad! |
Patrick: Let go! | No, you let go! |
SpongeBob and Patrick: Let... GO! Man Ray: Frequency rising. Belt out of control. Hahahaha. Belt on too hard. It's tickling my DNA. Make it stop! Haha. Please!! | Did you hear that, Patrick? He said the P word. |
Patrick: Peanuts? | No. Please. |
Patrick: Well, that's good enough for me. I guess he's reconstituted. | Rehabilitated. |
Patrick: Gesundheit. | It's graduation day, Man Ray. This is the key to your future. Just look at him, Patrick. The picture of goodness. Umm, we're not supposed to touch that stuff. We're not supposed to touch that, either. We are really not suppose to touch those, sir. Good people have no use for weapons such as... thoooooooooose! |
Man Ray: The only thing I'm good at is being evil. So long, suckers! Patrick: What's that smell, SpongeBob? | That, Patrick, is the smell of defeat. |
Patrick: Good, I thought it was my skin. | Forget about your skin, Patrick! Man Ray is still bad and someone has to stop him! This is a job for Mermaid Man... |
Patrick: ...and Barnacle Boy! | To the Invisible Boatmobile! |
Patrick: Ignition, on! | Wait! I don't have a license! |
Patrick: Well, this is an invisible boat, right? So, you need an invisible license. | You're the best sidekick ever, Barnacle Boy. |
Patrick: Thank goodness for invisible seat belts! Man Ray: Out of my way, fools! You no longer have control of me. And now this town belongs to Man Ray! | Not so fast, arch-villain! We still have the Orb of Confusion! Take this! Doy... Duh... |
Man Ray: Well, that was easy. Hahaha! All right, people! Everybody stand right where you are! Man Ray: I want you to, uh... No! No! Stop giggling or I'll have to... STOP LAUGHING, YOU FOOLS! Bank Lady: What can I do for you, sir? Man Ray: I'll tell you what you can do! Gimme all of your... G-gimme, gimme all of your... Give me...! Aah! The belt is gone, but I still feel its tickle! The urge to do bad is gone! I guess I'll just open a checking account. | Doy... Man Ray! |
Man Ray: No need to be alarmed, SpongeBob. Your teachings have transformed me. Besides, I have checks... with little poodles on them! I won't be needing this anymore. Farewell, fellow do-gooder. | Bye, Man Ray! Wow, we did it! Just like the real Mermaid Man and Barnacle Boy! We saved the day! Isn't it incredible, Patrick? Patrick? |
Patrick: Uhh... | Patrick, you know that thing's turned off, right? Patrick? Woo-hoo? Patrick? |
Squidward: Can I help you? Patrick: Yeah. Let's see here. I have a question about the Krabby Kiddy meal. Is it really, really, really cute? . Squidward: Adorable. Patrick: Cuter than a regular Krabby Patty? Squidward : Yes. . | Psssssst. Patrick, get the Krabby Kiddy Meal. Look, a regular Krabby Patty here, , a Krabby Kiddy Patty here. 30% cuter. And it only costs one dollar more. |
Patrick: Oh yah! Yah! Yah! I want that! Squidward: That'll be $4.99. Patrick: Is this enough? Squidward: No. | Sorry Patrick. |
Patrick: Oh, crud! That's everything I got! . | I have an idea. We can buy it together and share it. |
Patrick: Share it? | Sure. You see, sharing is the most wonderful... |
Patrick: Yeah, yeah, yeah. . Patrick: I'm familiar with the concept of sharing. . Patrick: Sharing is fun. Huh, SpongeBob? | Oh yeah. Aren't you gonna save some of that for me? |
Patrick: What? | Nothing. |
Patrick: Hey! Where's the toy? | Oh, it doesn't come with a toy. |
Patrick: What!? That's a rip off! I want my money back! Mr. Krabs: Money back?! Mr. Krabs: What's the problem here? Patrick: My Kiddy meal didn't come with a toy! Mr. Krabs: Hmm. And you'd like to upgrade to the toy package is that right? | Mr. Krabs, the Krusty Krab doesn't have any toys. |
Mr. Krabs: Oh, really? Then what do you call?... this? . Patrick and SpongeBob: Gasp! | An officially licensed Krusty Krab toy? . |
. | My purpose in life is to have you as my toy. . |
Mr. Krabs: Eww. Disgusting. Ahem. Yep it's pretty special all right. And it can be yours for only... . Mr. Krabs: Hey, good looking. . | I love you officially licensed Krabby Patty toy. Not too formal. I think I'll call you, oh, Patty Pal! |
. Patrick: Am I interrupting? | Oh, hi, Patrick. Have you met my new toy? |
Patrick: Don't you mean our new toy? | Our new toy? |
Patrick: It came from the meal that we're sharing. | Sharing? |
Patrick: Remember? Sharing is the most wonderful feeling in the world, like dancing with a magical seahorse through an enchanted kelp garden Remember those words, SpongeBob? | I didn't say that. But I guess we can share Patty Pal. Now can I see it again, Patrick? |
Patrick: I thought we were sharing it? | When's my turn? |
Patrick: Aren't you supposed to be working? | Of course. Now is it my turn? |
Patrick: No. | How about now? |
Patrick: Nah, maybe tomorrow. | Nighty-night, Patty Pal. |
Patrick: No touching! See you tomorrow. Say good night, Patty Pal. Good night, SpongeBob. | Good night. Poor Patrick. He's only got the Patty Pal for tonight, and he'll be asleep, and won't get to play with it at all! Yes! Today's my Patty Pal day! Oh, this is going to be fun! |
Gary: Meow. | Gary, of course, Patrick will give me my turn with the Patty Pal! |
Gary: Meow. | Gary, you can be a real negative nancy! |
Gary: Meow. | I heard that! Good Morning, Patrick! |
Patrick: Uh, I'm not home right now! Please leave a message! Beeeep! | Patrick, it's me! SpongeBob! It's my turn to play with the toy! |
Patrick: I can't go out! I just washed my hair! | You don't have any h- come out Patrick! It's my turn! |
Patrick: Got any ID? | I have my milkshake dispenser operator license |
Patrick: Looks fake to me, pal! Bye-Bye now! | Well, I guess I had best be going! I'm walking away. Here I go. I'm gone now! |
Patrick: You sure? | I'm sure! Hi, Patrick! Time to share! |
Patrick: Deceiver! You didn't leave at all! | Oh, and you were washing your hair?! |
Patrick: I was too, see? Nice dismount! | I'm working out! |
Patrick: Well, gotta go! | Hold on, buster! Hand over the toy! It's my turn! |
Patrick: I can't! Patty Pal and me have really bonded! | Gary was so right about you! You're a non-sharer! |
Patrick: Gary said that? You're off my friend list, Gary! Gary: Meow. | Hand it over, Patrick! I get to play with the Patty Pal today! |
Patrick: You can't take it! It's not fair! | How about I only take it for half a day? |
Patrick: Mm-mm! | How about we trade off every hour? |
Patrick: Mm-mm! | Every half hour? |
Patrick: Mm-mm! | Every fifteen minutes? |
Patrick: Mm-mm! | Five minutes? |
Patrick: Mm-mm! | One minute? |
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