rqchao/spongebob · Datasets at Hugging Face

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Patrick: Who's saying I'm abusing my power!? I'll put the whole town in prison! Questioning my authority is reason! All these giggly speeches are making me thirsty. SpongeBob, I request a drink. SpongeBob? SpongeBob?! Huh. Gee, everybody's gone. I'm all alone. Fine, I'll get it myself! Mirror: Knock knock. Patrick: Huh? A knock knock joke! Who's there? Mirror: You. Patrick and Mirror: I don't get it. Mirror: I'm you and you are me. Patrick and Mirror: What have I become?! Patrick: Aaah, help! Monster! Monster! Huh? Oh, it's, it's you! Here, here, take it. I don't want it anymore. It's turned me into a monster. Starfish: Oh, I think I know what's going on here. Patrick, with great power comes great responsibility. You haven't a clue what I just told you, do you? Patrick: No. Uh-uh. Starfish: Oh, just as well. I've come to take the crown back, as it seems that you aren't royalty after all. Patrick: Huh? Starfish: I've discovered this coffee stain, which upon removal, reveals that Sir Gary is the true heir to the king's crown.	Well, would you look at that. Gary, you're royalty!
Gary: Meow? Squidward: Mr. Krabs, some guy in a suit wants to come in before we open. Mr. Krabs: What? Guy in a suit? No, it's a tax collector! Hide us, SpongeBob! Now we'll walk nonchalantly to the rear exit. Squidward: He's got a card. R.A. Penny Pincher: Vending Supplies. Mr. Krabs: What? My machine has arrived?! Oh, let 'em in, let 'em in, let 'em in! R.A. Penny Pincher: Bring it in, boys. Mr. Krabs: That's it, set her down easy. R.A. Penny Pincher: Here are the keys, Mr. Krabs. Happy vending! Squidward: What is it? Mr. Krabs: Only the greatest money maker since the Krabby Patty. Gentlemen, meet Skill Crane!	Ooh. Skill Crane.
Mr. Krabs: At a quarter a pop, this thing will pay for itself in no time. Which reminds me, step up, boys. First one's free.	Thanks, Mr. Krabs.
Squidward: No, thanks, I'll pass. Mr. Krabs: C'mon, Squidward, you know you want to. Squidward: Okay, if you insist. Thanks. Mr. Krabs: Squidward! In the machine! Squidward: All right, all right. Oh, boy, what fun. Skill Crane: You lose! Squidward: Did you see that, SpongeBob?! I almost got that on my first try! Mr. Krabs: My work here is done. Squidward: They don't call me Squidward 'Manual Dexterity' Tentacles for nothing.	Well, why don't I give it a try?
Squidward: Haha, good luck. You'll… Skill Crane: Winner!	It's a bear! I'm gonna call you Beary.
Squidward: Hmph, beginner's luck. Now it's the master's turn. Skill Crane: Loser!	Wow, Squidward, you flipped him over! That takes an awful amount of skill.
Squidward: Well, thank you for saying so.	Beary says he's getting lonely. Don't worry, Beary, I'll get you a friend.
Squidward: Ha! If you think you're winning that thing again… Skill Crane: Winner!	There ya go, Beary.
Squidward: Oh, I loosened that one up for you. You would've never won that without my skill.	Wow, thanks for your help, Squidward.
Squidward: Hmph. I bet I win at this thing the very next time I try. Now all I have to do is… Mr. Krabs: At a quarter a pop, this thing pays for itself in no time. Squidward: Ha! I'm not falling for that malarkey.	Hey, Squidward. Hey, Squidward. Hey, Squidward. Okay, Mrs. Wiggles, order up. Beary cooked this one all by himself. Oh, he makes me so proud.
Skill Crane: Squid…ward. Squid…ward. Squidward: Oh, what the… Alright. Let's get this over with. Mr. Krabs: Need some change? There ya are. Squidward: Gee, thanks. Mr. Krabs: No, no, Mr. Squidward. Thank you. Skill Crane: You lose. Mr. Krabs: Need some more change? Skill Crane: You lose! Mr. Krabs: Need some change? Squidward: No... Mr. Krabs: What? Why? Squidward: Because... I'm... all... out... of... MONEY!! Mr. Krabs: All out of…? Hmmm. Boys, it's payday!	But, Mr. Krabs, today is Monday!
Mr. Krabs: What the... No. It's payday, me boy. Here's your check, SpongeBob.	Money, money, money, money, money!
Mr. Krabs: I took the liberty of turning your paycheck... ...into quarters. Just in case you wanna... oh, I don't know, do laundry or buy a soda or... something. Squidward: Very funny, Mr. Krabs. If I can't win one of those stupid things with this quarter, I'm walking away. Narrator: Six hours later…	Pardon me, Squidward. SpongeBear, Jr. here wants me to win him a little brother.
Skill Crane: You are a winner! Squidward: Huh?	Two in one quarter? That's not fair. What's that, clown frown? Oh, you'd rather sit next to lovely lion? There you are, nice and cozy. See ya later, Squidward.
Squidward: A little mind-numbing television ought to help me forget about that stupid machine. Yeeowwww! You've had a rough day, Squiddie. But that doesn't mean tomorrow won't be better. Ooh, phooey! I GOTTA WIN THAT CRANE!! Just once! Please, oh, please, let me win one time!	Squid, I think you have a problem.
Mr. Krabs: No, he doesn't. You don't listen to him, Squidward. You keep playing until you win! What's this? Squidward: The deed to my house. Mr. Krabs: Okey-dokey, then. Carry on. Squidward: If I can just win once, I'd never play again!	Hey, you want me to tell you the secret of how to win on this machine?
Squidward: SpongeBob! There's a secret?!?!	Mmhmm.
Squidward: Tell... me... the... secret.	Are you ready to be a winner?
Squidward: Yes.	Yeah?
Squidward: Yeah!	Yes?
Squidward: Yes!	Yeah?
Squidward: Yeah!	Yes?
Squidward: SpongeBob! The secret?!	Okay, Squidward, okay. I face the crane. Deposit my quarter. Then I close my eyes.
Squidward: Close your eyes?	Quiet, Squidward. I'm being the crane.
Squidward: Oh, that's ludi... Skill Crane: Winner!	See? Now you try.
Squidward: This is ridiculous, if I close my eyes, how will I know where the...	Squidward, do you wanna win or not?
Squidward: YES, YES, I DO!!!!!	Okay, Squidward, put your quarter in.
Squidward: But this is my last quarter.	In the machine, Squidward.
Squidward: Okay, okay.	Close your eyes. Now be the crane. Be the crane... be the crane... be the crane.
Skill Crane: Winner! Squidward: Whoo-hoo! Yeah! I knew I could do it! I'm a winner!	You're a winner!
Squidward: I am a winner, aren't I? Winner, winner, winner! Wiiiiiinner! I'M A WINNER, EVERYBODY!!! YOU HEAR THAT!?! I'm... a winner! Mr. Krabs: That's funny. Last I checked, you were a cashier. Squidward: Yuck it up all you want, Mr. Krabs. But just remember, you're yucking in the presence... of a winner! HA! Mr. Krabs: I'll try to remember that. 3,498 of Squidward's quarters... 3,499 of Squidward's quarters.	Triple decker, on deck.
Squidward: Make way for the winner! Skill Crane: You lose! Squidward: You didn't win the prize? Billy: No... Squidward: You know what that means? Billy: No, what? Squidward: It means, you have no skills and you're a loser! HA! Hahahaha! I'm a winner, see my prize, you're a loser who sits and cries! Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! Did you see how I handled that crane?	I sure did.
Squidward: I think I had the magic touch.	Uh-huh.
Squidward: I just closed my eyes and became the crane.	Oh, yeah, you're the man.
Squidward: SpongeBob, look.	Uhh, Squidward, I don't think the same principles apply.
Squidward: Be the crane...	Wait, Squidward!
Squidward: Be the crane...	He did it. Yay, Squidward!
Squidward: Be the crane... be the crane... be the… Construction Worker: You know this guy?	Yeah, that's Squidward. He's got the magic touch. Ding. Tada! Ah! Squidward, open your eyes!
Squidward: Oh, uhh, be the crane. Be the crane. Look out, SpongeBob. I can't stop! Be the crane. Be the crane. Be the crane. Okay, don't be the crane! Don't be the crane!! Mr. Krabs: What the? Squidward: Oh, my. Ohhh, my. Uhh... time to go, Teddy. Milt: Just where do you think you're going, crane master? Gerome: You ain't going anywhere.	Hang on, buddy. I got ya. I guess I can only pick up toys.
Squidward: Uh-oh!	There it is! Grandma's house! What wonders await me today? Fresh-baked cookies? Story time? A sweater with love in every stitch? Aw, what am I waiting for? Grandma, Grandma, Grandma!
Grandma: SpongeBob!	Hi, Grandma!
Grandma: Come in and sit for a while. Have a cookie, SpongeBob!	Grandma, you make the best cookies in the deep blue sea. Oh yeah... Grandma's cookies...
Grandma: Now, who wants to lick the spoon?	Me, me, me!
Grandma: ...and then we drove all the way home with all the windows down in the freezing cold.	Tell me another story about when I was a baby. Three o'clock? I'm gonna be late for work!
Grandma: Hop in my car, I'll drop you off.	Thanks, Grandma!
Grandma: SpongeBob, you forgot your kissy-kissy!	I sure did. Bye, Grandma, thanks for the ride. Thank you, Squidward. Isn't this great? Everybody's in a good mood today.
Squidward: I love bursting your bubble, SpongeBob, but they're laughing at you, not with you.	Did I do something funny?
Squidward: Your forehead.	My forehead is funny?
Charlie: Hey, hey, Grandma's boy? Kissy-kissy-kissy!	No, you're wrong! There's nothing wrong with getting kisses from your grandma.
Charlie: No, especially if you're a big baby who wears diapers! And sucks his thumb, and plays with dolls, and, um... ...wears pajamas with feet in 'em, and carries his, um... blankie around, and... Customers: All right already! Squidward: Cheer up, SpongeBob. I know someone who still likes you.	Really? You do, Squidward?
Squidward: Yeah, your grandma! All: HaHaHaHaHaHa!!!	STOOOOOP IIIIIIIIT! I have been publicly humiliated for the last time!
Patrick: I'm sorry that happened to you, SpongeBob.	Me, too.
Patrick: You're the most adult person I know.	Thanks, Patrick.
Patrick: You know how grandmas are, they love babies. You just can't act like a baby around her.	You're right, Patrick.
Patrick: Have I ever not been right? You're a man now, SpongeBob, and it's time you starting acting like one.	Yeah! Oh, but I'm not sure I know how.
Patrick: Allow me to demonstrate. First, puff out your chest. Now say, tax exemption!	Tax exemption!
Patrick: Now, you must acquire a taste for free-form jazz. ...Okay, SpongeBob, you're ready! This is it. What are you gonna tell Grandma?	I'm a grown up!
Patrick: No ifs, ands, or buts about it!	A man's gotta do what a man's gotta do!
Patrick: And then you get behind her and I'll push!	Patrick, we didn't say that!!!
Patrick: Oh yeah, right.	All we need now is the icing on the maturity cake. I've been growing these babies for years...!
SpongeBob & Patrick: Sideburns! Grandma: Oh, hello, SpongeBob. What a nice surprise. Come here and give your Granny her kissy-kissy.	Sorry, grandmother, but the kissing has to stop.
Patrick: Tell her like it is, SpongeBob, no more baby stuff.	He is right, Grandmother. Kisses are for babies, which I am no longer. I have grown up. It is nature's way.
Grandma: Oh, you are absolutely right.	I am? I mean, of course I am.
Grandma: You will definitely not be treated like a baby around here anymore ever again.	I am glad you see it my way, grandmother.
Grandma: Well, I'm glad that's settled. But what am I going to do with all these fresh baked cookies?	Sorry, grandmother, we adults don't partake in the consumption of sweets, right, Pat... ...rick?
Patrick: Keep 'em coming, Granny!	So much for no more baby stuff.
Grandma: And don't forget the cookie-eating hat!	Hey, that's my cookie-eating hat! I mean it was when I was a baby.
Grandma: Well, look who's here. It's my big old adult grandson.	Grandmother, I need to have a mature conversation with Mr. Patrick. Patrick! What are you doing?! Cookies?! Warm milk?! A bib?! Is that a kissy mark on your forehead?! We are supposed to be adults!
Grandma: Oh, oh, no roughhousing with a full tummy. Who's the baby? Patrick: I'm the baby, I'm the baby, I'm the baby! Being grown up is boring. I love being a baby. Besides, I don't get jazz.	Poor Patrick. I almost feel sorry for you. Trapped in the awkward phase of diaper days... never to know the rich rewards of being a grownup.
Grandma: Here's a fresh batch of cookies. Patrick: All right! Rewards, huh?	Well, yeah, there's, eh... well, let's see, we... We went over the jazz...
Patrick: Oh, Grandma, I'm full. Grandma: More cookies!	It appears to be my lunch hour. Grownups have to eat to. I guess this will have to do.
Grandma: Oh, you don't want this baby food. How about a big piece of steamed coral?	Oh yeah, uh... great. Nutritious.
Grandma: Storytime! Patrick: Oh, boy! Storytime, storytime, storytime!	Storytime?
Grandma: You'll enjoy this, Patrick. It's a wonderful story about a magical sea leprechaun. Oh, SpongeBob, you wouldn't be interested in this baby book. Here's the technical manual on routine active maintenance.	Oh, uh... great. Yeah. Fascinating. No pictures, just the way I like it.
Patrick: D'oh! My wittle finger! Grandma: Hold still, hold still. All better? Patrick: Sorta.... this finger hurts a little bit too. Grandma: How about I give you a present? Patrick: Oh, boy, I hope it's cookies! ALRIGHT! Another hat! Grandma: No, Patrick, it's a sweater.	Huh?
Grandma: With love in every stitch.	No... Don't I get a present, Grandma?
Grandma: Oh, I almost forgot. Here's some office supplies. I didn't wrap them. I knew you wouldn't mind. Uh-oh, three o'clock, time for adults to go to work. Bye-bye, SpongeBob. I'll bet you'd fancy a nap, huh, Patrick? You still here, SpongeBob?	Uh, I don't need to leave yet. I can be late for work.
Grandma: No, no, no, that wouldn't be the adult thing to do.	Alright, I guess I'll be going. I've, uh, got a lot of adult-type business to take care of, so, uh, I'll see yah later.
Grandma: Okay, thanks for stopping by, SpongeBob.	Yep, that is it. Here I go.
Grandma: Come again if you get the chance.	Out into the cold, grown-up world alone without a sweater.
Grandma: Toodleloo.	I don't know when I'll be back.
Grandma: I know how busy you are.	So, uh... that's it.
Grandma: Shh, he's asleep.	Soooo loooong... I DON'T WANNA GROW UP! I want cookies! and milkie! I want a sweater with love in the stitches! I wanna wear diadies! I wanna ride in my wagon! I wanna cuddle-wuddle with Mister Stuffykins! I wanna rocky-rock on my seahorsey! And I want kissy-kissy on my boo-boo!
Grandma: Take it easy, SpongeBob. SpongeBob. SpongeBob! You don't have to be a baby to get ol' Grandma's love.	I don't?
Grandma: Of course not. No matter how grown-up you get, you'll always be my little baby boo. And remember, you can kiss your grandma and still be an adult. Here you go.	Thanks, Grandma. Uh, Grandma, could you not mention this to the guys down at the Krusty Krab?
Grandma: No problem. Gary: Meow.	Okay, Gare. I'll get out of your hair, buddy. See you later, Gare. Oh, you want to go for a walk. Sorry, buddy, I don't have time for a walk right now. Gotta get over the old job. You'll just have to stay here alone, little buddy. But I promise as soon as I get done we'll have fun… together. Okay… …Love you, Gare-bear. Bye. Poor little snail just wanted some fun time. I can only image the tortured loneliness he must be feeling right now. Welcome to the Kru- Sorry, sir, but the Krusty Krab has a strict no pet policy. I'm afraid your worm will have to wait outside.
Customer: Oh, I could never do that. He gets far too lonely and upset when he's left alone. Sorry, buddy, I guess I can't buy you that Krabby Patty you wanted. Let's just go home. Mr. Krabs: Eh? Hey, hey, hey. Let's not be hasty. Why didn't ya say you were buying your pet a Krabby Patty? Listen. Tell you what, for your troubles I'll give you two Krabby Patties at regular price. SpongeBob, give this responsible pet owner two Krabby Patties.	Responsible pet owner. I leave Gary alone all by himself all day. I'd better call him just to be sure if he's okay. Too distraught to even answer the phone.
Phone: Hello. You've reached SpongeBob and… C'mon Gary. Meow. Gary. The two of us are having too much fun together to answer the phone right now. so, leave the massage and will call you right back. Not as long as we take a break and have fun… together!	My outgoing message is a lie. Gary, are you there? Gary, it's SpongeBob. Just checking in. If you're there please pick up…
Gary:	Just hang in there, Gary, Daddy'll be home soon.
Mr. Krabs: Well, well, well, SpongeBob SquarePants. I was just about to re-tar the parking lot. Why don't you come help me, boy?	Mr. Krabs, I'd really love to help, but I've got a lonely pet snail alone at home.
Mr. Krabs: Oh, say no more. You go on home to your pet turtle or whatever.	Really, Mr. Krabs? You'd let me do that?
Mr. Krabs: Yeah, sure just come in five hours early tomorrow to finish up the parking lot.	You're the best, Mr. Krabs! Poor Gary must have been left alone. How am I going to keep him happy when they're not alone while I'm at the Krusty Krab?
Timmy: Wow, Dad, is it really mine to keep? Fred: Sure, son. Now you have a furry friend to give your pet without getting lonely. And now Daddy can go on his business trips guilt-free.	Maybe if I get Gary a pal he could play with, he wouldn't be so lonely while I'm at work.
Timmy: Hey, thanks, Dad.	They're so precious! SOLD! I'll take that one right there!
Store Owner: You wish to have one of my rare and extremely dangerous… huh?	Oh yeah, this is the one.
Store Owner: Beware, boy, this is no ordinary pet!	Oh, Gary's gonna be so happy!
Store Owner: You must to understand. These pets can be very unstable. especially around other pets!	Yeah, yeah, yeah, thanks, bye.
Store Owner: Why bother? They never listen. Cowboy: Sheriff, I've caught the bank robber. There's your culprit right here. Now cuff him.	Hello, Gary!
Gary: Meow.	I've brought you a surprise. Your very own play pal. His name is Puffy Fluffy and he'll keep you company while I'm at work. Oh, you two get to know each other. I'll be right back. Eat up, you two. Gary! What happened to your manners? You be nice and share with Puffy Fluffy. Come here, you. There you go, Fluffy. Now eat up, I'm gonna go make some enchiladas. Done! Oh, these enchiladas are hot, hot, hot! Garold, it is not nice to ignore new friends. Why don't you two play a little? That will help you bond. Great, now my enchiladas are cold. Gary, what has gotten into you, boy, huh?! Because you refuse to show the least bit of respect for our new friend, and because you have ruined my enchilada dinner, I have but no choice to put you to siesta early tonight. I hope you're happy now.
Gary: Meow.	Good. Maybe you can extend that happiness your new friend. Aww, look at you two so cute together.

Patrick: Who's saying I'm abusing my power!? I'll put the whole town in prison! Questioning my authority is reason! All these giggly speeches are making me thirsty. SpongeBob, I request a drink. SpongeBob? SpongeBob?! Huh. Gee, everybody's gone. I'm all alone. Fine, I'll get it myself! Mirror: Knock knock. Patrick: Huh? A knock knock joke! Who's there? Mirror: You. Patrick and Mirror: I don't get it. Mirror: I'm you and you are me. Patrick and Mirror: What have I become?! Patrick: Aaah, help! Monster! Monster! Huh? Oh, it's, it's you! Here, here, take it. I don't want it anymore. It's turned me into a monster. Starfish: Oh, I think I know what's going on here. Patrick, with great power comes great responsibility. You haven't a clue what I just told you, do you? Patrick: No. Uh-uh. Starfish: Oh, just as well. I've come to take the crown back, as it seems that you aren't royalty after all. Patrick: Huh? Starfish: I've discovered this coffee stain, which upon removal, reveals that Sir Gary is the true heir to the king's crown.

Well, would you look at that. Gary, you're royalty!

Gary: Meow? Squidward: Mr. Krabs, some guy in a suit wants to come in before we open. Mr. Krabs: What? Guy in a suit? No, it's a tax collector! Hide us, SpongeBob! Now we'll walk nonchalantly to the rear exit. Squidward: He's got a card. R.A. Penny Pincher: Vending Supplies. Mr. Krabs: What? My machine has arrived?! Oh, let 'em in, let 'em in, let 'em in! R.A. Penny Pincher: Bring it in, boys. Mr. Krabs: That's it, set her down easy. R.A. Penny Pincher: Here are the keys, Mr. Krabs. Happy vending! Squidward: What is it? Mr. Krabs: Only the greatest money maker since the Krabby Patty. Gentlemen, meet Skill Crane!

Ooh. Skill Crane.

Mr. Krabs: At a quarter a pop, this thing will pay for itself in no time. Which reminds me, step up, boys. First one's free.

Thanks, Mr. Krabs.

Squidward: No, thanks, I'll pass. Mr. Krabs: C'mon, Squidward, you know you want to. Squidward: Okay, if you insist. Thanks. Mr. Krabs: Squidward! In the machine! Squidward: All right, all right. Oh, boy, what fun. Skill Crane: You lose! Squidward: Did you see that, SpongeBob?! I almost got that on my first try! Mr. Krabs: My work here is done. Squidward: They don't call me Squidward 'Manual Dexterity' Tentacles for nothing.

Well, why don't I give it a try?

Squidward: Haha, good luck. You'll… Skill Crane: Winner!

It's a bear! I'm gonna call you Beary.

Squidward: Hmph, beginner's luck. Now it's the master's turn. Skill Crane: Loser!

Wow, Squidward, you flipped him over! That takes an awful amount of skill.

Squidward: Well, thank you for saying so.

Beary says he's getting lonely. Don't worry, Beary, I'll get you a friend.

Squidward: Ha! If you think you're winning that thing again… Skill Crane: Winner!

There ya go, Beary.

Squidward: Oh, I loosened that one up for you. You would've never won that without my skill.

Wow, thanks for your help, Squidward.

Squidward: Hmph. I bet I win at this thing the very next time I try. Now all I have to do is… Mr. Krabs: At a quarter a pop, this thing pays for itself in no time. Squidward: Ha! I'm not falling for that malarkey.

Hey, Squidward. Hey, Squidward. Hey, Squidward. Okay, Mrs. Wiggles, order up. Beary cooked this one all by himself. Oh, he makes me so proud.

Skill Crane: Squid…ward. Squid…ward. Squidward: Oh, what the… Alright. Let's get this over with. Mr. Krabs: Need some change? There ya are. Squidward: Gee, thanks. Mr. Krabs: No, no, Mr. Squidward. Thank you. Skill Crane: You lose. Mr. Krabs: Need some more change? Skill Crane: You lose! Mr. Krabs: Need some change? Squidward: No... Mr. Krabs: What? Why? Squidward: Because... I'm... all... out... of... MONEY!! Mr. Krabs: All out of…? Hmmm. Boys, it's payday!

But, Mr. Krabs, today is Monday!

Mr. Krabs: What the... No. It's payday, me boy. Here's your check, SpongeBob.

Money, money, money, money, money!

Mr. Krabs: I took the liberty of turning your paycheck... ...into quarters. Just in case you wanna... oh, I don't know, do laundry or buy a soda or... something. Squidward: Very funny, Mr. Krabs. If I can't win one of those stupid things with this quarter, I'm walking away. Narrator: Six hours later…

Pardon me, Squidward. SpongeBear, Jr. here wants me to win him a little brother.

Skill Crane: You are a winner! Squidward: Huh?

Two in one quarter? That's not fair. What's that, clown frown? Oh, you'd rather sit next to lovely lion? There you are, nice and cozy. See ya later, Squidward.

Squidward: A little mind-numbing television ought to help me forget about that stupid machine. Yeeowwww! You've had a rough day, Squiddie. But that doesn't mean tomorrow won't be better. Ooh, phooey! I GOTTA WIN THAT CRANE!! Just once! Please, oh, please, let me win one time!

Squid, I think you have a problem.

Mr. Krabs: No, he doesn't. You don't listen to him, Squidward. You keep playing until you win! What's this? Squidward: The deed to my house. Mr. Krabs: Okey-dokey, then. Carry on. Squidward: If I can just win once, I'd never play again!

Hey, you want me to tell you the secret of how to win on this machine?

Squidward: SpongeBob! There's a secret?!?!

Mmhmm.

Squidward: Tell... me... the... secret.

Are you ready to be a winner?

Squidward: Yes.

Yeah?

Squidward: Yeah!

Yes?

Squidward: Yes!

Yeah?

Squidward: Yeah!

Yes?

Squidward: SpongeBob! The secret?!

Okay, Squidward, okay. I face the crane. Deposit my quarter. Then I close my eyes.

Squidward: Close your eyes?

Quiet, Squidward. I'm being the crane.

Squidward: Oh, that's ludi... Skill Crane: Winner!

See? Now you try.

Squidward: This is ridiculous, if I close my eyes, how will I know where the...

Squidward, do you wanna win or not?

Squidward: YES, YES, I DO!!!!!

Okay, Squidward, put your quarter in.

Squidward: But this is my last quarter.

In the machine, Squidward.

Squidward: Okay, okay.

Close your eyes. Now be the crane. Be the crane... be the crane... be the crane.

Skill Crane: Winner! Squidward: Whoo-hoo! Yeah! I knew I could do it! I'm a winner!

You're a winner!

Squidward: I am a winner, aren't I? Winner, winner, winner! Wiiiiiinner! I'M A WINNER, EVERYBODY!!! YOU HEAR THAT!?! I'm... a winner! Mr. Krabs: That's funny. Last I checked, you were a cashier. Squidward: Yuck it up all you want, Mr. Krabs. But just remember, you're yucking in the presence... of a winner! HA! Mr. Krabs: I'll try to remember that. 3,498 of Squidward's quarters... 3,499 of Squidward's quarters.

Triple decker, on deck.

Squidward: Make way for the winner! Skill Crane: You lose! Squidward: You didn't win the prize? Billy: No... Squidward: You know what that means? Billy: No, what? Squidward: It means, you have no skills and you're a loser! HA! Hahahaha! I'm a winner, see my prize, you're a loser who sits and cries! Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! Did you see how I handled that crane?

I sure did.

Squidward: I think I had the magic touch.

Uh-huh.

Squidward: I just closed my eyes and became the crane.

Oh, yeah, you're the man.

Squidward: SpongeBob, look.

Uhh, Squidward, I don't think the same principles apply.

Squidward: Be the crane...

Wait, Squidward!

Squidward: Be the crane...

He did it. Yay, Squidward!

Squidward: Be the crane... be the crane... be the… Construction Worker: You know this guy?

Yeah, that's Squidward. He's got the magic touch. Ding. Tada! Ah! Squidward, open your eyes!

Squidward: Oh, uhh, be the crane. Be the crane. Look out, SpongeBob. I can't stop! Be the crane. Be the crane. Be the crane. Okay, don't be the crane! Don't be the crane!! Mr. Krabs: What the? Squidward: Oh, my. Ohhh, my. Uhh... time to go, Teddy. Milt: Just where do you think you're going, crane master? Gerome: You ain't going anywhere.

Hang on, buddy. I got ya. I guess I can only pick up toys.

Squidward: Uh-oh!

There it is! Grandma's house! What wonders await me today? Fresh-baked cookies? Story time? A sweater with love in every stitch? Aw, what am I waiting for? Grandma, Grandma, Grandma!

Grandma: SpongeBob!

Hi, Grandma!

Grandma: Come in and sit for a while. Have a cookie, SpongeBob!

Grandma, you make the best cookies in the deep blue sea. Oh yeah... Grandma's cookies...

Grandma: Now, who wants to lick the spoon?

Me, me, me!

Grandma: ...and then we drove all the way home with all the windows down in the freezing cold.

Tell me another story about when I was a baby. Three o'clock? I'm gonna be late for work!

Grandma: Hop in my car, I'll drop you off.

Thanks, Grandma!

Grandma: SpongeBob, you forgot your kissy-kissy!

I sure did. Bye, Grandma, thanks for the ride. Thank you, Squidward. Isn't this great? Everybody's in a good mood today.

Squidward: I love bursting your bubble, SpongeBob, but they're laughing at you, not with you.

Did I do something funny?

Squidward: Your forehead.

My forehead is funny?

Charlie: Hey, hey, Grandma's boy? Kissy-kissy-kissy!

No, you're wrong! There's nothing wrong with getting kisses from your grandma.

Charlie: No, especially if you're a big baby who wears diapers! And sucks his thumb, and plays with dolls, and, um... ...wears pajamas with feet in 'em, and carries his, um... blankie around, and... Customers: All right already! Squidward: Cheer up, SpongeBob. I know someone who still likes you.

Really? You do, Squidward?

Squidward: Yeah, your grandma! All: HaHaHaHaHaHa!!!

STOOOOOP IIIIIIIIT! I have been publicly humiliated for the last time!

Patrick: I'm sorry that happened to you, SpongeBob.

Me, too.

Patrick: You're the most adult person I know.

Thanks, Patrick.

Patrick: You know how grandmas are, they love babies. You just can't act like a baby around her.

You're right, Patrick.

Patrick: Have I ever not been right? You're a man now, SpongeBob, and it's time you starting acting like one.

Yeah! Oh, but I'm not sure I know how.

Patrick: Allow me to demonstrate. First, puff out your chest. Now say, tax exemption!

Tax exemption!

Patrick: Now, you must acquire a taste for free-form jazz. ...Okay, SpongeBob, you're ready! This is it. What are you gonna tell Grandma?

I'm a grown up!

Patrick: No ifs, ands, or buts about it!

A man's gotta do what a man's gotta do!

Patrick: And then you get behind her and I'll push!

Patrick, we didn't say that!!!

Patrick: Oh yeah, right.

All we need now is the icing on the maturity cake. I've been growing these babies for years...!

SpongeBob & Patrick: Sideburns! Grandma: Oh, hello, SpongeBob. What a nice surprise. Come here and give your Granny her kissy-kissy.

Sorry, grandmother, but the kissing has to stop.

Patrick: Tell her like it is, SpongeBob, no more baby stuff.

He is right, Grandmother. Kisses are for babies, which I am no longer. I have grown up. It is nature's way.

Grandma: Oh, you are absolutely right.

I am? I mean, of course I am.

Grandma: You will definitely not be treated like a baby around here anymore ever again.

I am glad you see it my way, grandmother.

Grandma: Well, I'm glad that's settled. But what am I going to do with all these fresh baked cookies?

Sorry, grandmother, we adults don't partake in the consumption of sweets, right, Pat... ...rick?

Patrick: Keep 'em coming, Granny!

So much for no more baby stuff.

Grandma: And don't forget the cookie-eating hat!

Hey, that's my cookie-eating hat! I mean it was when I was a baby.

Grandma: Well, look who's here. It's my big old adult grandson.

Grandmother, I need to have a mature conversation with Mr. Patrick. Patrick! What are you doing?! Cookies?! Warm milk?! A bib?! Is that a kissy mark on your forehead?! We are supposed to be adults!

Grandma: Oh, oh, no roughhousing with a full tummy. Who's the baby? Patrick: I'm the baby, I'm the baby, I'm the baby! Being grown up is boring. I love being a baby. Besides, I don't get jazz.

Poor Patrick. I almost feel sorry for you. Trapped in the awkward phase of diaper days... never to know the rich rewards of being a grownup.

Grandma: Here's a fresh batch of cookies. Patrick: All right! Rewards, huh?

Well, yeah, there's, eh... well, let's see, we... We went over the jazz...

Patrick: Oh, Grandma, I'm full. Grandma: More cookies!

It appears to be my lunch hour. Grownups have to eat to. I guess this will have to do.

Grandma: Oh, you don't want this baby food. How about a big piece of steamed coral?

Oh yeah, uh... great. Nutritious.

Grandma: Storytime! Patrick: Oh, boy! Storytime, storytime, storytime!

Storytime?

Grandma: You'll enjoy this, Patrick. It's a wonderful story about a magical sea leprechaun. Oh, SpongeBob, you wouldn't be interested in this baby book. Here's the technical manual on routine active maintenance.

Oh, uh... great. Yeah. Fascinating. No pictures, just the way I like it.

Patrick: D'oh! My wittle finger! Grandma: Hold still, hold still. All better? Patrick: Sorta.... this finger hurts a little bit too. Grandma: How about I give you a present? Patrick: Oh, boy, I hope it's cookies! ALRIGHT! Another hat! Grandma: No, Patrick, it's a sweater.

Huh?

Grandma: With love in every stitch.

No... Don't I get a present, Grandma?

Grandma: Oh, I almost forgot. Here's some office supplies. I didn't wrap them. I knew you wouldn't mind. Uh-oh, three o'clock, time for adults to go to work. Bye-bye, SpongeBob. I'll bet you'd fancy a nap, huh, Patrick? You still here, SpongeBob?

Uh, I don't need to leave yet. I can be late for work.

Grandma: No, no, no, that wouldn't be the adult thing to do.

Alright, I guess I'll be going. I've, uh, got a lot of adult-type business to take care of, so, uh, I'll see yah later.

Grandma: Okay, thanks for stopping by, SpongeBob.

Yep, that is it. Here I go.

Grandma: Come again if you get the chance.

Out into the cold, grown-up world alone without a sweater.

Grandma: Toodleloo.

I don't know when I'll be back.

Grandma: I know how busy you are.

So, uh... that's it.

Grandma: Shh, he's asleep.

Soooo loooong... I DON'T WANNA GROW UP! I want cookies! and milkie! I want a sweater with love in the stitches! I wanna wear diadies! I wanna ride in my wagon! I wanna cuddle-wuddle with Mister Stuffykins! I wanna rocky-rock on my seahorsey! And I want kissy-kissy on my boo-boo!

Grandma: Take it easy, SpongeBob. SpongeBob. SpongeBob! You don't have to be a baby to get ol' Grandma's love.

I don't?

Grandma: Of course not. No matter how grown-up you get, you'll always be my little baby boo. And remember, you can kiss your grandma and still be an adult. Here you go.

Thanks, Grandma. Uh, Grandma, could you not mention this to the guys down at the Krusty Krab?

Grandma: No problem. Gary: Meow.

Okay, Gare. I'll get out of your hair, buddy. See you later, Gare. Oh, you want to go for a walk. Sorry, buddy, I don't have time for a walk right now. Gotta get over the old job. You'll just have to stay here alone, little buddy. But I promise as soon as I get done we'll have fun… together. Okay… …Love you, Gare-bear. Bye. Poor little snail just wanted some fun time. I can only image the tortured loneliness he must be feeling right now. Welcome to the Kru- Sorry, sir, but the Krusty Krab has a strict no pet policy. I'm afraid your worm will have to wait outside.

Customer: Oh, I could never do that. He gets far too lonely and upset when he's left alone. Sorry, buddy, I guess I can't buy you that Krabby Patty you wanted. Let's just go home. Mr. Krabs: Eh? Hey, hey, hey. Let's not be hasty. Why didn't ya say you were buying your pet a Krabby Patty? Listen. Tell you what, for your troubles I'll give you two Krabby Patties at regular price. SpongeBob, give this responsible pet owner two Krabby Patties.

Responsible pet owner. I leave Gary alone all by himself all day. I'd better call him just to be sure if he's okay. Too distraught to even answer the phone.

Phone: Hello. You've reached SpongeBob and… C'mon Gary. Meow. Gary. The two of us are having too much fun together to answer the phone right now. so, leave the massage and will call you right back. Not as long as we take a break and have fun… together!

My outgoing message is a lie. Gary, are you there? Gary, it's SpongeBob. Just checking in. If you're there please pick up…

Gary:

Just hang in there, Gary, Daddy'll be home soon.

Mr. Krabs: Well, well, well, SpongeBob SquarePants. I was just about to re-tar the parking lot. Why don't you come help me, boy?

Mr. Krabs, I'd really love to help, but I've got a lonely pet snail alone at home.

Mr. Krabs: Oh, say no more. You go on home to your pet turtle or whatever.

Really, Mr. Krabs? You'd let me do that?

Mr. Krabs: Yeah, sure just come in five hours early tomorrow to finish up the parking lot.

You're the best, Mr. Krabs! Poor Gary must have been left alone. How am I going to keep him happy when they're not alone while I'm at the Krusty Krab?

Timmy: Wow, Dad, is it really mine to keep? Fred: Sure, son. Now you have a furry friend to give your pet without getting lonely. And now Daddy can go on his business trips guilt-free.

Maybe if I get Gary a pal he could play with, he wouldn't be so lonely while I'm at work.

Timmy: Hey, thanks, Dad.

They're so precious! SOLD! I'll take that one right there!

Store Owner: You wish to have one of my rare and extremely dangerous… huh?

Oh yeah, this is the one.

Store Owner: Beware, boy, this is no ordinary pet!

Oh, Gary's gonna be so happy!

Store Owner: You must to understand. These pets can be very unstable. especially around other pets!

Yeah, yeah, yeah, thanks, bye.

Store Owner: Why bother? They never listen. Cowboy: Sheriff, I've caught the bank robber. There's your culprit right here. Now cuff him.

Hello, Gary!

Gary: Meow.

I've brought you a surprise. Your very own play pal. His name is Puffy Fluffy and he'll keep you company while I'm at work. Oh, you two get to know each other. I'll be right back. Eat up, you two. Gary! What happened to your manners? You be nice and share with Puffy Fluffy. Come here, you. There you go, Fluffy. Now eat up, I'm gonna go make some enchiladas. Done! Oh, these enchiladas are hot, hot, hot! Garold, it is not nice to ignore new friends. Why don't you two play a little? That will help you bond. Great, now my enchiladas are cold. Gary, what has gotten into you, boy, huh?! Because you refuse to show the least bit of respect for our new friend, and because you have ruined my enchilada dinner, I have but no choice to put you to siesta early tonight. I hope you're happy now.

Gary: Meow.

Good. Maybe you can extend that happiness your new friend. Aww, look at you two so cute together.