rqchao/spongebob · Datasets at Hugging Face

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Patrick: N-n-no!	Okay, my final offer, we trade off every second!
Patrick: One.	One.
Patrick: One. Squidward: I hate them. Sandy: Howdy, Patrick, SpongeBob. Both: Hi, Sandy. Sandy: What in tarnation's going on with you two? Patrick: SpongeBob won't let me play with my toy.	Patrick won't share OUR toy.
Sandy: What you need is a mediator. Y'all best sit down and work this out. Now the main problem in an argument is a lack of communication. You can only resolve conflict when you understand each other. So I want each of you to state what is most important to the each of you right now.	Water?!
Patrick: Oh boy.	That mediator lady made some good points.
Patrick: Most definitely.	It takes understanding.
Patrick: Communication is key.	It's my turn!
Patrick: No, it's mine!	Mine!
Patrick: If I can't have it, no one can!	Nooooo!
Mr. Krabs: Avast, there, laddies! What's all this ruckerus about now?	It's our Krabby Patty toy, Mr. Krabs, and Patrick ate it, so that I couldn't play with it.
Patrick: SpongeBob won't let me play with it.	Only because you hogged it all night.
Patrick: I did not!	Did too!
Patrick: Nuh-uh!	Oh, you toy eater!
Patrick: Tattletale! Mr. Krabs: Whoa, whoa, whoa there, now! Settle down! All this brawling is over a toy? You two shouldn't let a little trinket get between youse. You should be ashamed of yourselves. If I gave each of ya another toy, would that make you happy? SpongeBob and Patrick: Yes. Mr. Krabs: Well, you're in luck! You two seem so thrilled with the toy. I had an entire case of 'em made. They've been selling my hotcakes. That'll be $13.50 each. Patrick: This time, it's on me.	Patrick, that's my money.
Patrick: Have you learned nothing about sharing?	Order up! Go now, and bless the taste buds of your lucky connoisseur.
Squidward: It went in my mouth! Choking on sentiment! I think I'm poisoned!	Well, okay, you sit this one out, Squidward, this will be a special delivery from the chef. For your dining pleasure, two double Krabby Patties cooked to perfection complimented by a side of coral bits and a jumbo diet soda, topped off with a little extra love. Enjoy your meal! It's the little details that they really appreciate, isn't it, Squidward?
Squidward: Oh, yeah, you really touched his life.	Nothing beats making quality food for good people with discriminating tastes.
Squidward: Quality food?	Yeah!
Squidward: Good people?	Uh-huh.
Squidward: Discriminating tastes?	Testify!
Squidward: D'oh! Only pathetic losers with horrible taste would eat this garbage!	Squidward! The Krusty clientèle needs to be cuddled and treated with respect. There, there. Mr. Krabs will be ashamed!
Mr. Krabs: All right, you filthy bilge rats!	Mr. Krabs?
Mr. Krabs: You got three seconds to get out of me restaurant before I kick you out! Fine, have it your way!	What's happening, Mr. Krabs?
Mr. Krabs: Ah, we don't need those losers anymore! I'm turning the restaurant in to one of those fancy froufrou places, where they charge big bucks for itsy-bitsy portions! Squidward: Fancy? Froufrou? Mr. Krabs: We're getting a gourmet chef from the chef exchange program and I'm going to raise me prices to the roof!	Chef exchange program?
Mr. Krabs: Oh. Uh, yeah. Well, you'll be shipped off to some other restaurant somewhere far away from here! Uh details are kinda hazy, but I packed your bags and your bus leaves in five minutes! Heh, looks like it's early. Squidward: It was that easy? All these years? I've underestimated the power of public transportation! Mr. Krabs: Welcome to the Krusty Krab. Squidward: Does your middle name happen to be No SpongeBob within a thousand kilometers of here? Le Schnook: I find you disgusting. However, my culture dictates zat I must kiss you regardless. Mr. Krabs: Well, he's just as affectionate as the boy. Squidward: But the surly attitude he has is a step in the right direction! Fancy Head Chef: What is this rubbish?! I would not wipe my own bottom with this! Start over! And this I would not wash my own bottom with this after carefully wiping and wiping and wiping! Now go stand in the corner and think about what you have done! And where is my exchange chef?!	Um, right here, sir.
Fancy Head Chef: There you are. Bonjour! Now, get to your station and prepare me your best dish! This is not funny! And I certainly did not exchange my top sous chef for a, how you say, comedian! Prepare me a gourmet dish, NOW!	I'm sure with all my years in the kitchen, I can make something other than... Just warming up. Come on, SpongeBob! Just one egg then... No, that's not it, no...
Fancy Head Chef: You are making a mockery of my... This taste is fantastic! What do you call it?	A Krabby Patty.
Fancy Head Chef: The whole world must taste this! Narrator: Meanwhile, at the Krusty Krab... Mr. Krabs: Hey, Squidward, look at this! We're charging 52 smackeroos for this little guy. Squidward: Oh! What is that?! Mr. Krabs: I don't know! Some kind of bean paste or something. Le Schnook: Wrong, monsieur! It is ze Rare Fruit of ze Kazook Tree. Mr. Krabs: So it's supposed to smell like a rotten gym socks? Le Schnook: Its naturally rancid odor can only be neutralized by shredded gold. Mr. Krabs: Shredded... gold? Couldn't we use less expensive ingredients? Le Schnook: Price can be no object when it comes to dealing with exquisite food like zis. It must be prepared with only the finest ingredients, and eaten with only the finest silverware, while sitting on the finest furniture! Zis... is not ze chair I ordered... Mr. Krabs: Yeah, well you see those were out of stock. Le Schnook: And zis fork of plastic... Spray painted to look silver, is it not? I cannot prepare food UNDER ZESE CONDITIONS! Fancy Head Chief: Monsieur SpongeBob, although it is in direct violation of our chef exchange program rules, let me assure you that these kisses are not merely a formality. They are genuine! I am sure that this is only the beginning of a long and...	Well, my time here is up. I am officially a Krusty Krab employee once again!
Fancy Head Chef: I apologize, Monsieur SpongeBob, but you can see that my customers had grown rather fond of your Krabby Patties.	The Krabby Patties, I almost forgot! These babies also belong to the Krusty Krab! So long!
Customer: Wait, just one more?	I'm sorry, but I've got to go.
Mr. Krabs: I'm ruined! Busted! Hello? Pearl: Daddy, the house is full of burglars. Mr. Krabs: No, those aren't burglars, Pearl. Those are just friendly repo men. Squidward: Mr. Krabs, tell these guys to let go of me! Mr. Krabs: Uh, well, you know, until I come up with the money I owe, I'm afraid you'll be staying with these nice gents. Squidward: You sold me?!? Mr. Krabs: No! Bartered is more like it. They keep you, I keep my kneecaps. Repo Man: Come on, mac! Squidward: You're pathetic! Mr. Krabs: Oh, Mr. Le Schnook... I lost everything! I'm bankrupt! You and your fancy eats are all I got left now. Le Schnook: Not quite. My time in the chef's exchange program has expired. So my eats and I are leaving. This is for you. Mr. Krabs: Is it money? Le Schnook: It is the bill for my services. Repo Man: One side, please. Mr. Krabs: Oh, I've been such a fool! I turned away SpongeBob, the best fry cook I ever had, and it cost me everything!	Mr. Krabs?
Mr. Krabs: Oh, I can still hear his sweet little voice.	Mr. Kra-a-abs?!
Mr. Krabs: Okay, now I'm scared.	Mr. Krabs!
Mr. Krabs: Darn his cursed mocking voice! I... SpongeBob?	Ahoy, Mr. Krabs!
Mr. Krabs: SpongeBob, me boy. You came back! And you brought customers! Mr. Krabs: Well, Mr. Squidward, all's well that end's well. I got me poor disgusting old clientèle back, and rich disgusting new clientèle to boot! I'm back in business! Squidward: Couldn't you at least give them tables to eat on? Mr. Krabs: Oh, no way. See, I've learned that you can't buy customer loyalty with fancy tables, froufrou food, or even sanitary conditions. Hey, get back you, eat your own. Nope, just good food prepared with love. Ain't that right, SpongeBob?	You got it, Mr. Krabs. Oh, Squidward!
Squidward: What do you want, SpongeBob?	Time for work, Squidward. Another day, another dollar.
Squidward: More like another nickel.	Good one, Squidward! Another day, another nickel.
Squidward: It's not that funny.	It's funny, because it's true!
Squidward: Move over.	Nickel.
Squidward: Here's your food. It's not that funny! Please make it stop!	Okay, Squidward, see you tomorrow.
Customer #1: And always check for spare change.	Another day, another...nickel! 2 Krabby Patties.
Customer #2: Thanks, kid.	Another day, another nickel.
Customer #2: Oh. Squidward: He's gone laughing tormentor. This could be my chance. SpongeBob, you don't look well!	I don't?
Squidward: No. You should sit down.	But...
Squidward: Shh, shh, shh. You're burning up, SpongeBob.	I am?
Squidward: Tell me, SpongeBob, have your sides been hurting?	Yeah, a little.
Squidward: And your temperature is 175 degrees!	It's that bad?
Squidward: Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no. Unless you've been doing a lot of laughing.	I have been laughing a lot, lately.
Squidward: SpongeBob, you've got to be careful! You're going to burn out your laugh box.	My laugh box?
Squidward: Yes, it's the part of your body that enables laughter. If you use it too long without giving it a break, it burns out and you can never laugh again.	Is that what happened to you, Squidward?
Squidward: Yes. What? No! Listen, SpongeBob, this is serious. If you burn your laugh box you live your whole life without ever laughing again. Sandy: Hey, Patrick, you want to hear a joke? Patrick: Sure, Sandy.	Sure, I'd love a good laugh.
Sandy: What has four wheels and flies? A garbage truck!	I don't want to burn out my laugh box, Squidward.
Squidward: Well, the most important thing is to stop laughing. Any laugh at all could be dangerous.	How long do I have to avoid laughing?
Squidward: Gosh, SpongeBob, I'd say at least for the rest of the day. But you better go 24 hours just to be safe.	Thank you so much, Squidward! I don't know what I'd do without you! A day without laughter is a small price to pay to save my laugh box from utter destruction. I must remain vigilant. Nothing funny over there. Nothing funny over here.
Patrick: Hey, SpongeBob, how's it going?	Patrick, banana peel, don't!
Patrick: What'd you say?	Oh, no.
Patrick: Hey, what the...	Wait a minute, Patrick! Please stop!
Patrick: Right foot first...	Wait, Patrick, I can't laugh.
Patrick: You can't? Oh, I know what to do! That usually knocks him out.	Get a grip on yourself, SpongeBob. You're in control. Just back away from the whoopee cushion, SpongeBob. They're everywhere. Everywhere!
Delivery Fish: Look out for that pie truck!	I gotta get outta here. There's nothing funny up here. But just to be safe... Ah, I made it 24 hours without laughing. That's odd. I've lost my laugh. I've lost my laugh!
Patrick: Hi, SpongeBob.	It's terrible, Patrick. I can't laugh anymore!
Patrick: What happened?	I went a whole day without laughing and now my laugh is gone.
Patrick: Let me take a look. Hmmm, it's dark in here. I better light a match. Mr. Krabs: Come in.	Mr. Krabs?
Mr. Krabs: What's wrong, boy?	I lost my laugh.
Mr. Krabs: You've come to the right place, son. Ya know, there's one thing that always makes me laugh. Don't it just tickle you, boy?	Not really.
Mr. Krabs: This calls for drastic measures. I don't usually do this but you seem desperate. touch it.	Nothing.
Mr. Krabs: Oh, this is worse than I thought. After all, money is the ultimate source of joy.	Maybe I should ask Sandy. She's a scientist.
Sandy: Oh, it's easy if you approach it scientifically, SpongeBob. Now, what is laughter?	The thing that used to give my life meaning and purpose, but now mocks me with its cruel indifference.
Sandy: But scientifically speaking, it's caused by your epiglottis constricting your larynx causing irregular air intake and respiratory upset.	Sounds painful.
Sandy: Science makes everything sound painful, SpongeBob. Now, here's a humor theory textbook, laugh mechanics, and the quantum giggle theory.	Thank you, Sandy.
Squidward: Ah, it sure is peaceful around here since SquarePants became a sad sack.	I read all the books and still nothing. I guess I'll never laugh again.
Squidward: I really hate to see the little guy sad but not as much as I hate to see him happy. Narrator: Later that same evening... Squidward: I think I found the one thing I hate more than his laugh. I'm sure he'll cry himself out soon. What have I done? Oh, that's it! This charade has to end.	Hi, Squidward.
Squidward: SpongeBob, this infernal crying has to stop.	But Squidward, I...I broke my laugh box!
Squidward: SpongeBob, there's no such thing as a laugh box! I made the whole thing up to get some peace from your insipid laughter!	You mean...my laugh box isn't broken and it was a cruel lie that sent me into spiral depression.
Squidward: (taken aback by the revelation) Uhh, well it sounds pretty harsh when you put it that way, but yes.	I could laugh the whole time?
Squidward: Yeah. You really fell for it.	I guess I did.
Squidward: You even fell for the ol' thermometer in the boiling oil routine.	It's really not that funny, Squidward.
Squidward: It's hilarious!	See ya later, Squidward.
Squidward: Break your laugh box! What a schlemiel. yahhhh! Patrick: Look, he's waking up. Squidward: (groans) Where am I? Sandy: You're in the hospital, silly. You broke your laugh box. Mr. Krabs: The doctor said it was the most tiny, dried-out, underused laugh box he ever laid eyes on. Patrick: So they cut it out. Squidward: Cut it out?! Patrick: Yeah, wanna see it? It's fun to shake it up and watch it bounce around. Squidward: Gimme! Oh. I can never laugh again? Doctor: Nonsense. Your laugh should be stronger than ever. Squidward: But, you cut out my laugh box. Doctor: Yes, but uhh, one of your friends generously allowed us to transplant part of theirs to you. Patrick: Nope. Mr. Krabs: They wouldn't pay me. Sandy: You're getting warmer. Squidward: SpongeBob?	Hey, you laugh just like me. Ah, there he goes off to share his laugh with the world. ♪La La La La La La La La! Getting clean! La La La La La doo doo doo! Oh, what a delightful day it is to get...♪ Noooooo! Good thing I have a spare. I still have one more thing to clean! Oh, what would I do without you, wringer? Guess I'd be all wet! And now I'm ready to go to work! You've got to be more careful, SquarePants! Always gotta be watching out for... things. Things like... ... that! Oh, I saw you. Not going to fool me this time, soap. This is not going well.
Patrick: Hey, SpongeBob, have you seen my rubber ducky?	Oh, is that it?
Patrick: I found you! Duckie Duck! Quack, quack, quack!	Uhh, Patrick?
Patrick: Huh...	I hate to interrupt your reunion, but I kind of need your help over here.
Patrick: What do you need, SpongeBob?	Well, I'm a little stuck, if you know what I mean.
Patrick: Stuck? I can help with that. There you go, buddy. Now you're stuck forever!	Gee, thanks, Patrick! Now I'm stuck for- fe, fe, fe, forever?! Patrick, I wanted to get un-stuck, not more stuck! How am I going to get to work when I'm stuck here forever? Must get out of wringer!
Patrick: There, is that better?	No, Patrick. It isn't. How am I supposed to flip patties like this?
Patrick: Okay, you know what, SquarePants? That's quitter talk. And are you a quitter?	No.
Patrick: And are you going to let this wringer get between you and your passion? Those sweet tomatoes, crisp onions. Are you, SpongeBob?	No. I'm won't let it get between me and those crisp onions, sweet tomatoes, fresh lettuce, a flame-broiled patty, a warm bun sprinkled with sesame seeds, served with a smile that says, Hey! I can! I'm ready!
Patrick: That's the spirit!	Woo! Don't worry, Patrick! My spirits are still high! Hello, perfectly made Krabby Patty. Order's up!
Squidward: It's about time. Hey, SpongeBob, love the outfit. Where'd you get it, the hardware store?! Hardware store!	Hardware store! No, from my bathroom.
Squidward: Well, I must say, it really completes your imbecile look. Way to go, buddy.	Aw, thanks, pal. Ohh! Squidward! Squidward! Are you okay?
Squidward: Please, just get away from me. Customer: Excuse me, can I have a refill on my soda?	Ohh! A refill!
Customer: Oww! Oh, my foot! Oh, my foot! Ow! My back! My face!	Not to worry, sir. I'm comi-i-i-i-ing-- Whoa! Don't worry, everybody, I'm ok- Hey! Don't touch Mr. Krabs' money!
Mr. Krabs: Me money! What do you think you're doing? That ain't yours. Thank you very much. When I get my hands on that boy...	Here, Mr. Krabs. I'll help.
Mr. Krabs: Help?! I think you've helped quite enough today. And don't even think about coming back here until that destructive device of yours is gone! Patrick: Hey, SpongeBob, how was work?	Oh, an absolute disaster. I can't do anything without this stupid wringer getting in the way. Patrick, I am nothing more than a-- a bike rack. A sad, sad, sad, sad little bike rack.
Patrick: Hey! Don't you go crying on me! Crying never solves anything. I know what always makes you feel better.	You were right! Ice cream always makes me feel better!
Patrick: Dig in!	I can't even eat ice cream now! This dumb wringer's in the way!
Patrick: Ohh! Oh! The spinning steering wheels! Oh, we got to do that!	I don't know... I have too much eye pain.
Patrick: SpongeBob?	Oh, dear Neptune! Why?!
Patrick: Hey, pal, want some of my cotton candy? They gave it to me when I won the dart tournament. I got this, too! Check it out!	That's nice, Patrick, but I don't want any cotton candy.
Patrick: Well, have some. It'll make you feel better.	I said I don't want any!

Patrick: N-n-no!

Okay, my final offer, we trade off every second!

Patrick: One.

One.

Patrick: One. Squidward: I hate them. Sandy: Howdy, Patrick, SpongeBob. Both: Hi, Sandy. Sandy: What in tarnation's going on with you two? Patrick: SpongeBob won't let me play with my toy.

Patrick won't share OUR toy.

Sandy: What you need is a mediator. Y'all best sit down and work this out. Now the main problem in an argument is a lack of communication. You can only resolve conflict when you understand each other. So I want each of you to state what is most important to the each of you right now.

Water?!

Patrick: Oh boy.

That mediator lady made some good points.

Patrick: Most definitely.

It takes understanding.

Patrick: Communication is key.

It's my turn!

Patrick: No, it's mine!

Mine!

Patrick: If I can't have it, no one can!

Nooooo!

Mr. Krabs: Avast, there, laddies! What's all this ruckerus about now?

It's our Krabby Patty toy, Mr. Krabs, and Patrick ate it, so that I couldn't play with it.

Patrick: SpongeBob won't let me play with it.

Only because you hogged it all night.

Patrick: I did not!

Did too!

Patrick: Nuh-uh!

Oh, you toy eater!

Patrick: Tattletale! Mr. Krabs: Whoa, whoa, whoa there, now! Settle down! All this brawling is over a toy? You two shouldn't let a little trinket get between youse. You should be ashamed of yourselves. If I gave each of ya another toy, would that make you happy? SpongeBob and Patrick: Yes. Mr. Krabs: Well, you're in luck! You two seem so thrilled with the toy. I had an entire case of 'em made. They've been selling my hotcakes. That'll be $13.50 each. Patrick: This time, it's on me.

Patrick, that's my money.

Patrick: Have you learned nothing about sharing?

Order up! Go now, and bless the taste buds of your lucky connoisseur.

Squidward: It went in my mouth! Choking on sentiment! I think I'm poisoned!

Well, okay, you sit this one out, Squidward, this will be a special delivery from the chef. For your dining pleasure, two double Krabby Patties cooked to perfection complimented by a side of coral bits and a jumbo diet soda, topped off with a little extra love. Enjoy your meal! It's the little details that they really appreciate, isn't it, Squidward?

Squidward: Oh, yeah, you really touched his life.

Nothing beats making quality food for good people with discriminating tastes.

Squidward: Quality food?

Yeah!

Squidward: Good people?

Uh-huh.

Squidward: Discriminating tastes?

Testify!

Squidward: D'oh! Only pathetic losers with horrible taste would eat this garbage!

Squidward! The Krusty clientèle needs to be cuddled and treated with respect. There, there. Mr. Krabs will be ashamed!

Mr. Krabs: All right, you filthy bilge rats!

Mr. Krabs?

Mr. Krabs: You got three seconds to get out of me restaurant before I kick you out! Fine, have it your way!

What's happening, Mr. Krabs?

Mr. Krabs: Ah, we don't need those losers anymore! I'm turning the restaurant in to one of those fancy froufrou places, where they charge big bucks for itsy-bitsy portions! Squidward: Fancy? Froufrou? Mr. Krabs: We're getting a gourmet chef from the chef exchange program and I'm going to raise me prices to the roof!

Chef exchange program?

Mr. Krabs: Oh. Uh, yeah. Well, you'll be shipped off to some other restaurant somewhere far away from here! Uh details are kinda hazy, but I packed your bags and your bus leaves in five minutes! Heh, looks like it's early. Squidward: It was that easy? All these years? I've underestimated the power of public transportation! Mr. Krabs: Welcome to the Krusty Krab. Squidward: Does your middle name happen to be No SpongeBob within a thousand kilometers of here? Le Schnook: I find you disgusting. However, my culture dictates zat I must kiss you regardless. Mr. Krabs: Well, he's just as affectionate as the boy. Squidward: But the surly attitude he has is a step in the right direction! Fancy Head Chef: What is this rubbish?! I would not wipe my own bottom with this! Start over! And this I would not wash my own bottom with this after carefully wiping and wiping and wiping! Now go stand in the corner and think about what you have done! And where is my exchange chef?!

Um, right here, sir.

Fancy Head Chef: There you are. Bonjour! Now, get to your station and prepare me your best dish! This is not funny! And I certainly did not exchange my top sous chef for a, how you say, comedian! Prepare me a gourmet dish, NOW!

I'm sure with all my years in the kitchen, I can make something other than... Just warming up. Come on, SpongeBob! Just one egg then... No, that's not it, no...

Fancy Head Chef: You are making a mockery of my... This taste is fantastic! What do you call it?

A Krabby Patty.

Fancy Head Chef: The whole world must taste this! Narrator: Meanwhile, at the Krusty Krab... Mr. Krabs: Hey, Squidward, look at this! We're charging 52 smackeroos for this little guy. Squidward: Oh! What is that?! Mr. Krabs: I don't know! Some kind of bean paste or something. Le Schnook: Wrong, monsieur! It is ze Rare Fruit of ze Kazook Tree. Mr. Krabs: So it's supposed to smell like a rotten gym socks? Le Schnook: Its naturally rancid odor can only be neutralized by shredded gold. Mr. Krabs: Shredded... gold? Couldn't we use less expensive ingredients? Le Schnook: Price can be no object when it comes to dealing with exquisite food like zis. It must be prepared with only the finest ingredients, and eaten with only the finest silverware, while sitting on the finest furniture! Zis... is not ze chair I ordered... Mr. Krabs: Yeah, well you see those were out of stock. Le Schnook: And zis fork of plastic... Spray painted to look silver, is it not? I cannot prepare food UNDER ZESE CONDITIONS! Fancy Head Chief: Monsieur SpongeBob, although it is in direct violation of our chef exchange program rules, let me assure you that these kisses are not merely a formality. They are genuine! I am sure that this is only the beginning of a long and...

Well, my time here is up. I am officially a Krusty Krab employee once again!

Fancy Head Chef: I apologize, Monsieur SpongeBob, but you can see that my customers had grown rather fond of your Krabby Patties.

The Krabby Patties, I almost forgot! These babies also belong to the Krusty Krab! So long!

Customer: Wait, just one more?

I'm sorry, but I've got to go.

Mr. Krabs: I'm ruined! Busted! Hello? Pearl: Daddy, the house is full of burglars. Mr. Krabs: No, those aren't burglars, Pearl. Those are just friendly repo men. Squidward: Mr. Krabs, tell these guys to let go of me! Mr. Krabs: Uh, well, you know, until I come up with the money I owe, I'm afraid you'll be staying with these nice gents. Squidward: You sold me?!? Mr. Krabs: No! Bartered is more like it. They keep you, I keep my kneecaps. Repo Man: Come on, mac! Squidward: You're pathetic! Mr. Krabs: Oh, Mr. Le Schnook... I lost everything! I'm bankrupt! You and your fancy eats are all I got left now. Le Schnook: Not quite. My time in the chef's exchange program has expired. So my eats and I are leaving. This is for you. Mr. Krabs: Is it money? Le Schnook: It is the bill for my services. Repo Man: One side, please. Mr. Krabs: Oh, I've been such a fool! I turned away SpongeBob, the best fry cook I ever had, and it cost me everything!

Mr. Krabs?

Mr. Krabs: Oh, I can still hear his sweet little voice.

Mr. Kra-a-abs?!

Mr. Krabs: Okay, now I'm scared.

Mr. Krabs!

Mr. Krabs: Darn his cursed mocking voice! I... SpongeBob?

Ahoy, Mr. Krabs!

Mr. Krabs: SpongeBob, me boy. You came back! And you brought customers! Mr. Krabs: Well, Mr. Squidward, all's well that end's well. I got me poor disgusting old clientèle back, and rich disgusting new clientèle to boot! I'm back in business! Squidward: Couldn't you at least give them tables to eat on? Mr. Krabs: Oh, no way. See, I've learned that you can't buy customer loyalty with fancy tables, froufrou food, or even sanitary conditions. Hey, get back you, eat your own. Nope, just good food prepared with love. Ain't that right, SpongeBob?

You got it, Mr. Krabs. Oh, Squidward!

Squidward: What do you want, SpongeBob?

Time for work, Squidward. Another day, another dollar.

Squidward: More like another nickel.

Good one, Squidward! Another day, another nickel.

Squidward: It's not that funny.

It's funny, because it's true!

Squidward: Move over.

Nickel.

Squidward: Here's your food. It's not that funny! Please make it stop!

Okay, Squidward, see you tomorrow.

Customer #1: And always check for spare change.

Another day, another...nickel! 2 Krabby Patties.

Customer #2: Thanks, kid.

Another day, another nickel.

Customer #2: Oh. Squidward: He's gone laughing tormentor. This could be my chance. SpongeBob, you don't look well!

I don't?

Squidward: No. You should sit down.

But...

Squidward: Shh, shh, shh. You're burning up, SpongeBob.

I am?

Squidward: Tell me, SpongeBob, have your sides been hurting?

Yeah, a little.

Squidward: And your temperature is 175 degrees!

It's that bad?

Squidward: Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no. Unless you've been doing a lot of laughing.

I have been laughing a lot, lately.

Squidward: SpongeBob, you've got to be careful! You're going to burn out your laugh box.

My laugh box?

Squidward: Yes, it's the part of your body that enables laughter. If you use it too long without giving it a break, it burns out and you can never laugh again.

Is that what happened to you, Squidward?

Squidward: Yes. What? No! Listen, SpongeBob, this is serious. If you burn your laugh box you live your whole life without ever laughing again. Sandy: Hey, Patrick, you want to hear a joke? Patrick: Sure, Sandy.

Sure, I'd love a good laugh.

Sandy: What has four wheels and flies? A garbage truck!

I don't want to burn out my laugh box, Squidward.

Squidward: Well, the most important thing is to stop laughing. Any laugh at all could be dangerous.

How long do I have to avoid laughing?

Squidward: Gosh, SpongeBob, I'd say at least for the rest of the day. But you better go 24 hours just to be safe.

Thank you so much, Squidward! I don't know what I'd do without you! A day without laughter is a small price to pay to save my laugh box from utter destruction. I must remain vigilant. Nothing funny over there. Nothing funny over here.

Patrick: Hey, SpongeBob, how's it going?

Patrick, banana peel, don't!

Patrick: What'd you say?

Oh, no.

Patrick: Hey, what the...

Wait a minute, Patrick! Please stop!

Patrick: Right foot first...

Wait, Patrick, I can't laugh.

Patrick: You can't? Oh, I know what to do! That usually knocks him out.

Get a grip on yourself, SpongeBob. You're in control. Just back away from the whoopee cushion, SpongeBob. They're everywhere. Everywhere!

Delivery Fish: Look out for that pie truck!

I gotta get outta here. There's nothing funny up here. But just to be safe... Ah, I made it 24 hours without laughing. That's odd. I've lost my laugh. I've lost my laugh!

Patrick: Hi, SpongeBob.

It's terrible, Patrick. I can't laugh anymore!

Patrick: What happened?

I went a whole day without laughing and now my laugh is gone.

Patrick: Let me take a look. Hmmm, it's dark in here. I better light a match. Mr. Krabs: Come in.

Mr. Krabs?

Mr. Krabs: What's wrong, boy?

I lost my laugh.

Mr. Krabs: You've come to the right place, son. Ya know, there's one thing that always makes me laugh. Don't it just tickle you, boy?

Not really.

Mr. Krabs: This calls for drastic measures. I don't usually do this but you seem desperate. touch it.

Nothing.

Mr. Krabs: Oh, this is worse than I thought. After all, money is the ultimate source of joy.

Maybe I should ask Sandy. She's a scientist.

Sandy: Oh, it's easy if you approach it scientifically, SpongeBob. Now, what is laughter?

The thing that used to give my life meaning and purpose, but now mocks me with its cruel indifference.

Sandy: But scientifically speaking, it's caused by your epiglottis constricting your larynx causing irregular air intake and respiratory upset.

Sounds painful.

Sandy: Science makes everything sound painful, SpongeBob. Now, here's a humor theory textbook, laugh mechanics, and the quantum giggle theory.

Thank you, Sandy.

Squidward: Ah, it sure is peaceful around here since SquarePants became a sad sack.

I read all the books and still nothing. I guess I'll never laugh again.

Squidward: I really hate to see the little guy sad but not as much as I hate to see him happy. Narrator: Later that same evening... Squidward: I think I found the one thing I hate more than his laugh. I'm sure he'll cry himself out soon. What have I done? Oh, that's it! This charade has to end.

Hi, Squidward.

Squidward: SpongeBob, this infernal crying has to stop.

But Squidward, I...I broke my laugh box!

Squidward: SpongeBob, there's no such thing as a laugh box! I made the whole thing up to get some peace from your insipid laughter!

You mean...my laugh box isn't broken and it was a cruel lie that sent me into spiral depression.

Squidward: (taken aback by the revelation) Uhh, well it sounds pretty harsh when you put it that way, but yes.

I could laugh the whole time?

Squidward: Yeah. You really fell for it.

I guess I did.

Squidward: You even fell for the ol' thermometer in the boiling oil routine.

It's really not that funny, Squidward.

Squidward: It's hilarious!

See ya later, Squidward.

Squidward: Break your laugh box! What a schlemiel. yahhhh! Patrick: Look, he's waking up. Squidward: (groans) Where am I? Sandy: You're in the hospital, silly. You broke your laugh box. Mr. Krabs: The doctor said it was the most tiny, dried-out, underused laugh box he ever laid eyes on. Patrick: So they cut it out. Squidward: Cut it out?! Patrick: Yeah, wanna see it? It's fun to shake it up and watch it bounce around. Squidward: Gimme! Oh. I can never laugh again? Doctor: Nonsense. Your laugh should be stronger than ever. Squidward: But, you cut out my laugh box. Doctor: Yes, but uhh, one of your friends generously allowed us to transplant part of theirs to you. Patrick: Nope. Mr. Krabs: They wouldn't pay me. Sandy: You're getting warmer. Squidward: SpongeBob?

Hey, you laugh just like me. Ah, there he goes off to share his laugh with the world. ♪La La La La La La La La! Getting clean! La La La La La doo doo doo! Oh, what a delightful day it is to get...♪ Noooooo! Good thing I have a spare. I still have one more thing to clean! Oh, what would I do without you, wringer? Guess I'd be all wet! And now I'm ready to go to work! You've got to be more careful, SquarePants! Always gotta be watching out for... things. Things like... ... that! Oh, I saw you. Not going to fool me this time, soap. This is not going well.

Patrick: Hey, SpongeBob, have you seen my rubber ducky?

Oh, is that it?

Patrick: I found you! Duckie Duck! Quack, quack, quack!

Uhh, Patrick?

Patrick: Huh...

I hate to interrupt your reunion, but I kind of need your help over here.

Patrick: What do you need, SpongeBob?

Well, I'm a little stuck, if you know what I mean.

Patrick: Stuck? I can help with that. There you go, buddy. Now you're stuck forever!

Gee, thanks, Patrick! Now I'm stuck for- fe, fe, fe, forever?! Patrick, I wanted to get un-stuck, not more stuck! How am I going to get to work when I'm stuck here forever? Must get out of wringer!

Patrick: There, is that better?

No, Patrick. It isn't. How am I supposed to flip patties like this?

Patrick: Okay, you know what, SquarePants? That's quitter talk. And are you a quitter?

No.

Patrick: And are you going to let this wringer get between you and your passion? Those sweet tomatoes, crisp onions. Are you, SpongeBob?

No. I'm won't let it get between me and those crisp onions, sweet tomatoes, fresh lettuce, a flame-broiled patty, a warm bun sprinkled with sesame seeds, served with a smile that says, Hey! I can! I'm ready!

Patrick: That's the spirit!

Woo! Don't worry, Patrick! My spirits are still high! Hello, perfectly made Krabby Patty. Order's up!

Squidward: It's about time. Hey, SpongeBob, love the outfit. Where'd you get it, the hardware store?! Hardware store!

Hardware store! No, from my bathroom.

Squidward: Well, I must say, it really completes your imbecile look. Way to go, buddy.

Aw, thanks, pal. Ohh! Squidward! Squidward! Are you okay?

Squidward: Please, just get away from me. Customer: Excuse me, can I have a refill on my soda?

Ohh! A refill!

Customer: Oww! Oh, my foot! Oh, my foot! Ow! My back! My face!

Not to worry, sir. I'm comi-i-i-i-ing-- Whoa! Don't worry, everybody, I'm ok- Hey! Don't touch Mr. Krabs' money!

Mr. Krabs: Me money! What do you think you're doing? That ain't yours. Thank you very much. When I get my hands on that boy...

Here, Mr. Krabs. I'll help.

Mr. Krabs: Help?! I think you've helped quite enough today. And don't even think about coming back here until that destructive device of yours is gone! Patrick: Hey, SpongeBob, how was work?

Oh, an absolute disaster. I can't do anything without this stupid wringer getting in the way. Patrick, I am nothing more than a-- a bike rack. A sad, sad, sad, sad little bike rack.

Patrick: Hey! Don't you go crying on me! Crying never solves anything. I know what always makes you feel better.

You were right! Ice cream always makes me feel better!

Patrick: Dig in!

I can't even eat ice cream now! This dumb wringer's in the way!

Patrick: Ohh! Oh! The spinning steering wheels! Oh, we got to do that!

I don't know... I have too much eye pain.

Patrick: SpongeBob?

Oh, dear Neptune! Why?!

Patrick: Hey, pal, want some of my cotton candy? They gave it to me when I won the dart tournament. I got this, too! Check it out!

That's nice, Patrick, but I don't want any cotton candy.

Patrick: Well, have some. It'll make you feel better.

I said I don't want any!