rqchao/spongebob · Datasets at Hugging Face

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Mr. Krabs: Don't think of it as lying, boy. Think of it as... uh... a practical joke. You know. Something everybody can have a good laugh about. The public expects a little embellishment here and there, so I want you to go out there, and get me a lead story that'll sell!	Mrs. Puff is going to laugh her hat off when she reads this!
Mr. Krabs: Boating Teacher in High Speed Chase! I think you finally done it, boy! You've given me a story that'll sell! And sell it has!	Yeah, but that isn't the story I wrote.
Mr. Krabs: That's called editorial privilege, son. It gives you that extra oomph to move units. Besides, how could such a little news story possibly affect Mrs. Puff in any way? Mrs. Puff: I can't believe such a little news story could have ruined my business!	Let's see what there is to see. Wait a minute. Larry the Lobster. Hmm, wonder what kind of dirt he has under those muscles. Uh-huh, this looks shady, very shady.
Frankie: Larry, hey, tough guy? Can I punch you in the gut? Larry: Sure. Everybody does. It won't hurt me a bit. Told you it wouldn't hurt. Frankie: Thanks, big guy. Larry: See ya round.	Very interesting...
Gym Teacher: Out! Out! Out! Larry: Hey, what's the big idea? Gym Teacher: This! Larry: Larry the Loser Gets Beaten Up by Pipsqueak? But, but, but... Gym Teacher: No buts! I can't have a wimp like you destroying my gym's reputation! You're banned forever!	Hello, Larry.
Larry: Not now, SpongeBob. Let me take in the fact that my life is ruined!	Ruined? What are you talking about?
Larry: These lies someone wrote about me. Mr. Krabs: Thanks for your business, and here's your paper.	Mr. Krabs, can I have a word with you?
Mr. Krabs: Make it quick, boy. These papers are selling faster then we can print 'em!	That's exactly what I wanted to talk to you about, sir. I don't think these stories are doing anyone any good.
Mr. Krabs: Well, they're certainly doing me some good. Can you believe it? Look at all this loot!	Yeah, but isn't there a way we could write juicy stories without hurting people?
Mr. Krabs: Ah, you just don't get it, do you boy? We're not hurting anyone. We're just making their lives interesting for everybody else. Now get out there and fetch another story! Plankton: Oh, Karen! I think this is it! The Chum Stick that's finally gonna drive Krabs out of business! Health Inspector: I think not. I'm Health Inspector Yellowtail. I'm officially closing down your restaurant. Plankton: Why? I haven't done anything. Health Inspector: That's not what this says. Plankton: Plankton's Chum Made of Your Chums? The Chum Bucket serves your friends in more ways than one? What?! Who's to blame for this? Who?! Mr. Krabs: You're reaching new levels of imagination, boy-o!	Yeah, I... I know.
Mr. Krabs: What's wrong, boy? You sick or something?	Yes, Mr. Krabs, you could say that.
Mr. Krabs: Don't be silly, boy! We're a success!	Mr. Krabs, we're hurting people!
Mr. Krabs: Oh, baloney! You better start feeling right! 'Cause if you don't, you can just kiss your spatular goodbye!	Mr. Krabs, you wouldn't!
Mr. Krabs: Oh, darn tootin' I would! Now get out there, and bring me a juicy one!	Aye-aye, sir.
Sandy: Sorry, fellers, this is a private treedome. Dennis: I had no idea it talked. Don't worry, we're from the Neptunian Science Committee, and we've come to confiscate all your science awards. Haven't you read today's headlines? Sally: It can't even read. Why are you--? Sandy: Oh, gimme that! Sandy Cheeks or Sandy Chump? Bushy tailed brainiac really a slow-witted squirrel, by... SpongeBob SquarePants? That yellow sidewinder thinks he can do that to me?! Dennis: Oh boy... We better scram! The dumb ones are always the most violent! Mr. Krabs: You've really outdone yourself this time!	Mr. Krabs, I can't write these stories anymore.
Mr. Krabs: Come on, that's a bunch of hooey!	I've seen people's lives ruined with my own eyes!
Mr. Krabs: People want wild juicy stories! That's what sells! Now I want your little yellow noggin to come up with the wildest story ever! One that'll top all the others!	Gee, Mr. Krabs, I've written about everybody in town. Any ideas, sir?
Mr. Krabs: Surprise me! Give me a shocker! Good night, boy. I'll check on you tomorrow morning. And remember, the wildest story ever!	Oh, the wildest story ever, huh?
Mr. Krabs: How's it going, lad?	Ah-ah-ah, it's a surprise.
Mr. Krabs: Excellent! We're gonna sell out in no time! We'll have to do another printing. Huh? Martha: Taskmaster! Mr. Krabs: What's going on? Martha: You should know! Mr. Krabs: Krabs Overworks Employees? Reaps Reward? Krabby Kronicle mastermind behind bogus stories pays his tired, underage reporter pennies while he rakes in the dough?! Martha: How could you do that to such an innocent child?! That is sick and inhumane! Sandy: Not to mention the fact that he's written lies about us! Plankton: I lost my restaurant because of you! And I thought I was evil... Larry: All the kids in town want to beat me up for lunch money! Mrs. Puff: And I've had to go back to watching... daytime television! Martha: Oh, that's it! We're taking our money back! Mr. Krabs: No!	Mr. Krabs, are you okay?
Mr. Krabs: How can I be okay when me money's gone?! All gone! It just goes to show, trying to make an easy buck doesn't pay. Or does it? Get me some scissors, boy-o! It's time to use my imagination! Patrick: Hey, guys. Could you fix me and the wife up a couple of Krabby Patties? French Narrator: Ahh, a happy pineapple under the sea. Let's take a peek inside, shall we? French Narrator: You will notice that the sponge is bored, because his best friend Patrick is away.	Ohh! Hmm... what's this? All alone? No one to talk to? Why not write to a total stranger? Connect with other Mermaid Man and Barnacle Boy Pen Pals Today! Oh, I've never had a pen pal! Hmm... Dear Pen Pal, my name is SpongeBob SquarePants... Oh, that's great! I work at a restaurant. I love frying and I'm very good at it. Sincerely, your new best friend! Behold, the perfect letter! Now for the envelope. Gary, get off of that! You'll spoil my masterpiece!
Gary: Meow, meow. French Narrator: Uh-oh. It looks as if the domesticated snail has unintentionally deformed the word Frying. Making it look like the word Flying. This is probably going to be a problem later on.	Nah, it's just a little slime. Ah, perfect!
French Narrator: 4 to 6 days later...	Dear SpongeBob, Wow! You know how to fly? Fly? What does he mean by...
French Narrator: See? What did I tell you?	Gary, my pen pal thinks I can fly!
Gary: Meow?	Ha! What a silly misunderstanding. I can't believe I know a real life pilot! I wish I could watch you fly, because I am dying! Dying?! Not Pen Pal! I don't want to let him down and say that I can't fly! 'Cause then, his dying wish will never come true!
Priest: We're gathered here today to celebrate the life of Pen Pal. He died disappointed.	Time to make Pen Pal's wish come true with a tiny white lie! Dearest Pen Pal, yes, I can fly! Boy, do I love flying! Fly, fly, fly, fly, fly!
French Narrator: 4 to 6 more days later...	Dear SpongeBob, I'll be at the Bikini Bottom Air Show tomorrow. Please meet me there so I can finally see you fly?! Oh no! What have I done? What have I done? What have I done? I can't fly, Gary! I'm not a flier! I'm a liar!
Gary: Meow.	Good thinking, Gary. Sandy will know just what to do.
Sandy: What can I do ya for, SquarePants?	I did a bad thing, Sandy! I did a very bad thing!
Sandy: Here. Take these. They're clean.	No, no. It's not that. It's... it's... I lied! I lied! I lied! I lied! I lied! I lied!
Sandy: Relax, SpongeBob. You're twitchin' like a prairie dog on a cow-skin rug.	Uh, what on a which?
Sandy: What's got your behind a-buzzin'?	By who I've a where's in?
Sandy: What did you lie about, SpongeBob?	Well, there was this big misunderstanding and now my pen pal thinks I can fly! And I don't think I ever mean it, but now I have to! If he doesn't see me fly and I don't know how! If I don't fly, he'll die disappointed! I made a horrible mistake, Sandy! Please help!
Sandy: Well, it ain't no lie if you actually learn how to fly. And I can help you with that!	Really?
Sandy: Sure.	Seatbelt, check. Controls, check.
Sandy: Proper take off, check. How are ya doing in there?	Oh, I'm good. Oh, there's my house! Oop. I've forgot to feed Gary.
Gary: Meow.	Oh, hi Gary.
Sandy: Failed. Alright, let's try that again! SpongeBob? Hmm? Sandy: Alright, SpongeBob. I tied ya up to a rope so you won't be able to go too far off course. Sandy: Contact!	I'm doing it! I'm actually doing it! Whoo-hoo! Whoo-hoo! Did I do it?
Sandy: Hmm. Good enough.	Hey, you must be Pen Pal!
Frail Fish:	What an honor it is to finally meet you! Oh, you pretty, pretty pen pal you.
Frail Fish: Hmm?	I just wanted to say that today... Today... Today is the first day of the rest of your life. I promise to fly to the best of my ability just for you. Oh, I will not let you down.
Frail Fish:	My heart is full too, Pen Pal. My heart is full too.
Frail Fish: Whew! That was a close one! What was that guy talking about? Announcer: Ladies and gentlemen! Boys and girls! Feast your eyes upon one daring, death-defying, the Polaris, the incredible, flying sponge!	Take off. Don't die. Fly a few seconds lower to the ground. Don't die. Slam. Don't die. So simple.
Steve: Steve's the name and scythes on the game! You need a scythe? Steve's got ya covered! One scythe fits all! Sandy: Get outta here, Steve! Steve: Oh, I gotta say in it.	Sandy, I'm nervous. No, it's still not that.
Sandy: Don't worry, SpongeBob. You'll be, uh, just fine. Yeah. Sandy: Get ready, boys! The bronco is loose! I repeat, the bronco is loose!	Just fine. Pen Pal, this one's for you. Whoo-hoo! I'm flying! Yee-haw!
Patrick: Hey, SpongeBob! I can't believe you can actually fly like you said in your letter!	Patrick? You're Pen Pal?
Patrick: Duh!	But... but you said you were dying! You're not dying!
Patrick: Dying? Oh, oh! You didn't read the whole letter!	See? It says, I wish I could watch you fly because I am dying!
Patrick: And here's the second page! To see you as a real pilot, SpongeBob. Here are some other things I like to see: candy rain, a firetruck full of clowns, and... a bunch of other stuff.	It all makes sense now! Oh, Patrick!
Patrick: You thought I was dying! Patrick: Watch out! Patrick: Candy rain, check! Patrick: Firetruck clowns, check!	Excuse me, pardon me, pardon me, excuse me, excuse me, pardon me, pardon me, excuse me!
Passengers and crew: Heave-ho! Patrick: Fly first class, check!	Ah, something's wrong with the plane! Here, take the controls!
Patrick: Take what now? Perry: Match point, SpongeBob. Patrick: Whoo-hoo! Check and check!	Hey, Patrick. Who's flying the plane?!
Patrick: I am! Patrick: No, wait.	Hold on! We're going down! Whew! We ran out of gas.
Patrick: Uh, don't worry! I've got this! Yep! Patrick: Thanks for helping me finish my list, SpongeBob.	Patrick, it was my pleasure.
Patrick: Really? Well, if you don't mind, I have a couple of other things I'd like to see.	Let's hear 'em.
Patrick: An edible balloon, a skateboarding snail, a tower of loose meat that tastes like ice cream, some ghosts... French Narrator: Ahh, another peaceful evening in Bikini Bottom. Listen to the tropical tranquility. Uh-oh.	Two soups, please. Thank you. You keep the change. What? I saw it! It was big! It was all wiggly! And it ate everything!
Patrick: That's horrible!	It was an ALASKAN BULL WORM!!!
Fred: He ate my wheelbarrow! Nancy Suzy Fish: He ate my children's homework! Unnamed Fish 3: ...Do I need to say it? Unnamed Fish 4: How can we protect ourselves? Mr. Krabs: I've got it! Let's all buy a Krabby Patty! Nat Peterson: We should lock our doors! Mable: We should call my nephew! Knight Fish: We should dig a moat! Patrick: We should take Bikini Bottom, and push it somewhere else! Squidward: That idea may just be crazy enough... TO GET US ALL KILLED! Patrick: What's wrong with my idea? Fred: Let's get someone to go after it! Mr. Krabs: There ain't no one fool enough to take on an Alaskan Bull Worm! Unnamed Sailor: You got a bathroom in this place? Mr. Krabs: In the back. Unnamed Sailor: Thanks. Sandy: I'll catch your worm for ya, that is if'n you're willin' ta pay. Mr. Krabs: NOOOO! YOU'LL NEVER GET A CENT OUT OF ME! NEVER! I'D RATHER THAT WORM COME IN HERE RIGHT NOW AND EAT YOU ALL ALIVE!!! ...Sorry. Sandy: Aw, shucks. I don't want your money. I was just playing up the drama of the moment, is all. Nope. I'm not gonna take that spineless critter down for nothing, 'cause this is personal. Look. My tail's gone! Varmint must've got it while I had my back turned, the coward! I am gonna get back what's mine!	What!?! But, Sandy, you don't know what you're up against! We're talking about an ALASKAN BULL WORM!!!
Sandy: Well, I don't know nothing about Alaska, but looky here. Back in Texas I wrangled bulls, and I wrangled worms. Far as I'm concerned, doing 'em both together just saves rope. Now I'm gonna go kick me some worm tail! Yee-haw!	But, Sandy, you don't know!
Sandy: Don't worry, SpongeBob. I won't be long.	Sandy! Sandy!
Mr. Krabs: Go get 'em, Sandy! We have the utmost confidence in you! Now, what was that idea of yours? Patrick: PUSH!!!!	Wait! Sandy!
Sandy: Hey, SpongeBob, you coming to watch?	Sandy, don't go!
Sandy: Why not?	Sandy, I saw it! It's BIG, SCARY AND PINK!
Sandy: So's Patrick's belly button, but I ain't afraid of that, neither.	You'll get massacred!
Sandy: SpongeBob, I'm from Texas. What you think is big and what I think is big are two totally different bigs. Besides, he's got my tail. I can't take that sitting down.	Okay, but what if the worm didn't take your tail?
Sandy: If that worm ain't got my tail, who does?	Um, I do?
Sandy: You do? Where?	Um... in my pocket.
Sandy: Well, why didn't you just say so? Give it here! Come on! SpongeBob, that's a paper clip... and a piece of string.	No, it's not, this is your tail.
Sandy: SpongeBob!	HOW WOULD YOU KNOW!? IT'S ALWAYS BEHIND YOU! Oh, don't go, don't go, don't go!
Sandy: SpongeBob, what is the matter with you? Now, I'm gonna go give that legless rascal what-for... and there ain't nothin' you can say to stop me!	Oh, yeah? What if I said... 'blargen fedibble no-hip'?
Sandy: Well, I gotta admit, that's slowing me down, but I'm still going for him!	You know, tails are so overrated. Let's just forget about it and go home. I've got ice cream! With nuts... Sandy, this is your pappy speaking, and I forbid you to go after this worm! Y'all come back here, young lady!
Sandy: You ain't my pa!	Sandy, if you want to get to that worm, you're gonna have to go through me! Sandy, no! I can't let you! I'm not gonna let you get killed. If you find him, you'll get eaten for sure!
Sandy: Ain't no way some dumb old sea worm's gonna make a meal of me. I'm too Texas tough!	No, not tough enough. Not tough enough!
Sandy: SpongeBob, quit your worrying. I can take care of myself. After all, who's the strongest critter in Bikini Bottom?	You are.
Sandy: And who put the hi-yah, hi, ho, K in karate?	You did.
Sandy: And who saves your yellow backside from certain destruction on a regular basis?	You do.
Sandy: Right. And I can handle your little bull worm too, 'cause I am the best there is! There ain't nothin' too big or too ornery for me to catch.	Okay.
Sandy: Say it.	There isn't anything...
Sandy: Ain't nothin'!	Ain't nothin' too big or too ornery for you to catch. But... But... And... We... I... Yeah but...
Sandy: No!	You see...
Sandy: No!	I...
Sandy: Worm sign. He's in that cave.	Sandy, are you sure you...?
Sandy: Course I am! I'm going in, and I ain't coming out 'til I got me a big heaping plate of worm stew. Aha! There you are, you tail-nabbin' varmint! Hi-yah! I'm winnin', SpongeBob!	Sandy, that's not...!
Sandy: This shouldn't take long.	Sandy, that's not...!
Sandy: Almost done!	Sandy!
Sandy: Yee-haw! I got him, SpongeBob!	Sandy...?
Sandy: Boy, howdy. This critter put up some sort of fight. But I'm from Texas, and as you can see, no worm is a match for me. I even found my tail!	That's not the worm.
Sandy: Pardon?	That's not the worm. That's his tongue!
Sandy: ...Ohhhh, this is the tongue. And the whole thing is the... worm. RUN FOR YOUR LIFE!	So what's the plan, Sandy?
Sandy: Run faster!	I could've thought of that. Hey, wait a minute! I was right, wasn't I?!
Sandy: Later!	Ah, he is too big for you, isn't he?
Sandy: Not now, SpongeBob!	I wanna hear you say it!
Sandy: Can we talk about this another time?	Say it!
Sandy: SpongeBob!	Say it, or I'll trip you!
Sandy: No!	Say it!
Sandy: Not now!	Say it!
Sandy: Okay! You were right, and I was wrong. I was wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong! Are you happy now?	I knew it.
Unnamed Fish 3: Not again!	Uh, Sandy?
Sandy: Yeah?	What do we do now?
Sandy: I've got it! SpongeBob, you still got that paper clip and that string?	I'm way ahead of you, Sandy. Look, it's a necklace! S for SpongeBob or S for Sandy! That way they can identify our bodies!

Mr. Krabs: Don't think of it as lying, boy. Think of it as... uh... a practical joke. You know. Something everybody can have a good laugh about. The public expects a little embellishment here and there, so I want you to go out there, and get me a lead story that'll sell!

Mrs. Puff is going to laugh her hat off when she reads this!

Mr. Krabs: Boating Teacher in High Speed Chase! I think you finally done it, boy! You've given me a story that'll sell! And sell it has!

Yeah, but that isn't the story I wrote.

Mr. Krabs: That's called editorial privilege, son. It gives you that extra oomph to move units. Besides, how could such a little news story possibly affect Mrs. Puff in any way? Mrs. Puff: I can't believe such a little news story could have ruined my business!

Let's see what there is to see. Wait a minute. Larry the Lobster. Hmm, wonder what kind of dirt he has under those muscles. Uh-huh, this looks shady, very shady.

Frankie: Larry, hey, tough guy? Can I punch you in the gut? Larry: Sure. Everybody does. It won't hurt me a bit. Told you it wouldn't hurt. Frankie: Thanks, big guy. Larry: See ya round.

Very interesting...

Gym Teacher: Out! Out! Out! Larry: Hey, what's the big idea? Gym Teacher: This! Larry: Larry the Loser Gets Beaten Up by Pipsqueak? But, but, but... Gym Teacher: No buts! I can't have a wimp like you destroying my gym's reputation! You're banned forever!

Hello, Larry.

Larry: Not now, SpongeBob. Let me take in the fact that my life is ruined!

Ruined? What are you talking about?

Larry: These lies someone wrote about me. Mr. Krabs: Thanks for your business, and here's your paper.

Mr. Krabs, can I have a word with you?

Mr. Krabs: Make it quick, boy. These papers are selling faster then we can print 'em!

That's exactly what I wanted to talk to you about, sir. I don't think these stories are doing anyone any good.

Mr. Krabs: Well, they're certainly doing me some good. Can you believe it? Look at all this loot!

Yeah, but isn't there a way we could write juicy stories without hurting people?

Mr. Krabs: Ah, you just don't get it, do you boy? We're not hurting anyone. We're just making their lives interesting for everybody else. Now get out there and fetch another story! Plankton: Oh, Karen! I think this is it! The Chum Stick that's finally gonna drive Krabs out of business! Health Inspector: I think not. I'm Health Inspector Yellowtail. I'm officially closing down your restaurant. Plankton: Why? I haven't done anything. Health Inspector: That's not what this says. Plankton: Plankton's Chum Made of Your Chums? The Chum Bucket serves your friends in more ways than one? What?! Who's to blame for this? Who?! Mr. Krabs: You're reaching new levels of imagination, boy-o!

Yeah, I... I know.

Mr. Krabs: What's wrong, boy? You sick or something?

Yes, Mr. Krabs, you could say that.

Mr. Krabs: Don't be silly, boy! We're a success!

Mr. Krabs, we're hurting people!

Mr. Krabs: Oh, baloney! You better start feeling right! 'Cause if you don't, you can just kiss your spatular goodbye!

Mr. Krabs, you wouldn't!

Mr. Krabs: Oh, darn tootin' I would! Now get out there, and bring me a juicy one!

Aye-aye, sir.

Sandy: Sorry, fellers, this is a private treedome. Dennis: I had no idea it talked. Don't worry, we're from the Neptunian Science Committee, and we've come to confiscate all your science awards. Haven't you read today's headlines? Sally: It can't even read. Why are you--? Sandy: Oh, gimme that! Sandy Cheeks or Sandy Chump? Bushy tailed brainiac really a slow-witted squirrel, by... SpongeBob SquarePants? That yellow sidewinder thinks he can do that to me?! Dennis: Oh boy... We better scram! The dumb ones are always the most violent! Mr. Krabs: You've really outdone yourself this time!

Mr. Krabs, I can't write these stories anymore.

Mr. Krabs: Come on, that's a bunch of hooey!

I've seen people's lives ruined with my own eyes!

Mr. Krabs: People want wild juicy stories! That's what sells! Now I want your little yellow noggin to come up with the wildest story ever! One that'll top all the others!

Gee, Mr. Krabs, I've written about everybody in town. Any ideas, sir?

Mr. Krabs: Surprise me! Give me a shocker! Good night, boy. I'll check on you tomorrow morning. And remember, the wildest story ever!

Oh, the wildest story ever, huh?

Mr. Krabs: How's it going, lad?

Ah-ah-ah, it's a surprise.

Mr. Krabs: Excellent! We're gonna sell out in no time! We'll have to do another printing. Huh? Martha: Taskmaster! Mr. Krabs: What's going on? Martha: You should know! Mr. Krabs: Krabs Overworks Employees? Reaps Reward? Krabby Kronicle mastermind behind bogus stories pays his tired, underage reporter pennies while he rakes in the dough?! Martha: How could you do that to such an innocent child?! That is sick and inhumane! Sandy: Not to mention the fact that he's written lies about us! Plankton: I lost my restaurant because of you! And I thought I was evil... Larry: All the kids in town want to beat me up for lunch money! Mrs. Puff: And I've had to go back to watching... daytime television! Martha: Oh, that's it! We're taking our money back! Mr. Krabs: No!

Mr. Krabs, are you okay?

Mr. Krabs: How can I be okay when me money's gone?! All gone! It just goes to show, trying to make an easy buck doesn't pay. Or does it? Get me some scissors, boy-o! It's time to use my imagination! Patrick: Hey, guys. Could you fix me and the wife up a couple of Krabby Patties? French Narrator: Ahh, a happy pineapple under the sea. Let's take a peek inside, shall we? French Narrator: You will notice that the sponge is bored, because his best friend Patrick is away.

Ohh! Hmm... what's this? All alone? No one to talk to? Why not write to a total stranger? Connect with other Mermaid Man and Barnacle Boy Pen Pals Today! Oh, I've never had a pen pal! Hmm... Dear Pen Pal, my name is SpongeBob SquarePants... Oh, that's great! I work at a restaurant. I love frying and I'm very good at it. Sincerely, your new best friend! Behold, the perfect letter! Now for the envelope. Gary, get off of that! You'll spoil my masterpiece!

Gary: Meow, meow. French Narrator: Uh-oh. It looks as if the domesticated snail has unintentionally deformed the word Frying. Making it look like the word Flying. This is probably going to be a problem later on.

Nah, it's just a little slime. Ah, perfect!

French Narrator: 4 to 6 days later...

Dear SpongeBob, Wow! You know how to fly? Fly? What does he mean by...

French Narrator: See? What did I tell you?

Gary, my pen pal thinks I can fly!

Gary: Meow?

Ha! What a silly misunderstanding. I can't believe I know a real life pilot! I wish I could watch you fly, because I am dying! Dying?! Not Pen Pal! I don't want to let him down and say that I can't fly! 'Cause then, his dying wish will never come true!

Priest: We're gathered here today to celebrate the life of Pen Pal. He died disappointed.

Time to make Pen Pal's wish come true with a tiny white lie! Dearest Pen Pal, yes, I can fly! Boy, do I love flying! Fly, fly, fly, fly, fly!

French Narrator: 4 to 6 more days later...

Dear SpongeBob, I'll be at the Bikini Bottom Air Show tomorrow. Please meet me there so I can finally see you fly?! Oh no! What have I done? What have I done? What have I done? I can't fly, Gary! I'm not a flier! I'm a liar!

Gary: Meow.

Good thinking, Gary. Sandy will know just what to do.

Sandy: What can I do ya for, SquarePants?

I did a bad thing, Sandy! I did a very bad thing!

Sandy: Here. Take these. They're clean.

No, no. It's not that. It's... it's... I lied! I lied! I lied! I lied! I lied! I lied!

Sandy: Relax, SpongeBob. You're twitchin' like a prairie dog on a cow-skin rug.

Uh, what on a which?

Sandy: What's got your behind a-buzzin'?

By who I've a where's in?

Sandy: What did you lie about, SpongeBob?

Well, there was this big misunderstanding and now my pen pal thinks I can fly! And I don't think I ever mean it, but now I have to! If he doesn't see me fly and I don't know how! If I don't fly, he'll die disappointed! I made a horrible mistake, Sandy! Please help!

Sandy: Well, it ain't no lie if you actually learn how to fly. And I can help you with that!

Really?

Sandy: Sure.

Seatbelt, check. Controls, check.

Sandy: Proper take off, check. How are ya doing in there?

Oh, I'm good. Oh, there's my house! Oop. I've forgot to feed Gary.

Gary: Meow.

Oh, hi Gary.

Sandy: Failed. Alright, let's try that again! SpongeBob? Hmm? Sandy: Alright, SpongeBob. I tied ya up to a rope so you won't be able to go too far off course. Sandy: Contact!

I'm doing it! I'm actually doing it! Whoo-hoo! Whoo-hoo! Did I do it?

Sandy: Hmm. Good enough.

Hey, you must be Pen Pal!

Frail Fish:

What an honor it is to finally meet you! Oh, you pretty, pretty pen pal you.

Frail Fish: Hmm?

I just wanted to say that today... Today... Today is the first day of the rest of your life. I promise to fly to the best of my ability just for you. Oh, I will not let you down.

Frail Fish:

My heart is full too, Pen Pal. My heart is full too.

Frail Fish: Whew! That was a close one! What was that guy talking about? Announcer: Ladies and gentlemen! Boys and girls! Feast your eyes upon one daring, death-defying, the Polaris, the incredible, flying sponge!

Take off. Don't die. Fly a few seconds lower to the ground. Don't die. Slam. Don't die. So simple.

Steve: Steve's the name and scythes on the game! You need a scythe? Steve's got ya covered! One scythe fits all! Sandy: Get outta here, Steve! Steve: Oh, I gotta say in it.

Sandy, I'm nervous. No, it's still not that.

Sandy: Don't worry, SpongeBob. You'll be, uh, just fine. Yeah. Sandy: Get ready, boys! The bronco is loose! I repeat, the bronco is loose!

Just fine. Pen Pal, this one's for you. Whoo-hoo! I'm flying! Yee-haw!

Patrick: Hey, SpongeBob! I can't believe you can actually fly like you said in your letter!

Patrick? You're Pen Pal?

Patrick: Duh!

But... but you said you were dying! You're not dying!

Patrick: Dying? Oh, oh! You didn't read the whole letter!

See? It says, I wish I could watch you fly because I am dying!

Patrick: And here's the second page! To see you as a real pilot, SpongeBob. Here are some other things I like to see: candy rain, a firetruck full of clowns, and... a bunch of other stuff.

It all makes sense now! Oh, Patrick!

Patrick: You thought I was dying! Patrick: Watch out! Patrick: Candy rain, check! Patrick: Firetruck clowns, check!

Excuse me, pardon me, pardon me, excuse me, excuse me, pardon me, pardon me, excuse me!

Passengers and crew: Heave-ho! Patrick: Fly first class, check!

Ah, something's wrong with the plane! Here, take the controls!

Patrick: Take what now? Perry: Match point, SpongeBob. Patrick: Whoo-hoo! Check and check!

Hey, Patrick. Who's flying the plane?!

Patrick: I am! Patrick: No, wait.

Hold on! We're going down! Whew! We ran out of gas.

Patrick: Uh, don't worry! I've got this! Yep! Patrick: Thanks for helping me finish my list, SpongeBob.

Patrick, it was my pleasure.

Patrick: Really? Well, if you don't mind, I have a couple of other things I'd like to see.

Let's hear 'em.

Patrick: An edible balloon, a skateboarding snail, a tower of loose meat that tastes like ice cream, some ghosts... French Narrator: Ahh, another peaceful evening in Bikini Bottom. Listen to the tropical tranquility. Uh-oh.

Two soups, please. Thank you. You keep the change. What? I saw it! It was big! It was all wiggly! And it ate everything!

Patrick: That's horrible!

It was an ALASKAN BULL WORM!!!

Fred: He ate my wheelbarrow! Nancy Suzy Fish: He ate my children's homework! Unnamed Fish 3: ...Do I need to say it? Unnamed Fish 4: How can we protect ourselves? Mr. Krabs: I've got it! Let's all buy a Krabby Patty! Nat Peterson: We should lock our doors! Mable: We should call my nephew! Knight Fish: We should dig a moat! Patrick: We should take Bikini Bottom, and push it somewhere else! Squidward: That idea may just be crazy enough... TO GET US ALL KILLED! Patrick: What's wrong with my idea? Fred: Let's get someone to go after it! Mr. Krabs: There ain't no one fool enough to take on an Alaskan Bull Worm! Unnamed Sailor: You got a bathroom in this place? Mr. Krabs: In the back. Unnamed Sailor: Thanks. Sandy: I'll catch your worm for ya, that is if'n you're willin' ta pay. Mr. Krabs: NOOOO! YOU'LL NEVER GET A CENT OUT OF ME! NEVER! I'D RATHER THAT WORM COME IN HERE RIGHT NOW AND EAT YOU ALL ALIVE!!! ...Sorry. Sandy: Aw, shucks. I don't want your money. I was just playing up the drama of the moment, is all. Nope. I'm not gonna take that spineless critter down for nothing, 'cause this is personal. Look. My tail's gone! Varmint must've got it while I had my back turned, the coward! I am gonna get back what's mine!

What!?! But, Sandy, you don't know what you're up against! We're talking about an ALASKAN BULL WORM!!!

Sandy: Well, I don't know nothing about Alaska, but looky here. Back in Texas I wrangled bulls, and I wrangled worms. Far as I'm concerned, doing 'em both together just saves rope. Now I'm gonna go kick me some worm tail! Yee-haw!

But, Sandy, you don't know!

Sandy: Don't worry, SpongeBob. I won't be long.

Sandy! Sandy!

Mr. Krabs: Go get 'em, Sandy! We have the utmost confidence in you! Now, what was that idea of yours? Patrick: PUSH!!!!

Wait! Sandy!

Sandy: Hey, SpongeBob, you coming to watch?

Sandy, don't go!

Sandy: Why not?

Sandy, I saw it! It's BIG, SCARY AND PINK!

Sandy: So's Patrick's belly button, but I ain't afraid of that, neither.

You'll get massacred!

Sandy: SpongeBob, I'm from Texas. What you think is big and what I think is big are two totally different bigs. Besides, he's got my tail. I can't take that sitting down.

Okay, but what if the worm didn't take your tail?

Sandy: If that worm ain't got my tail, who does?

Um, I do?

Sandy: You do? Where?

Um... in my pocket.

Sandy: Well, why didn't you just say so? Give it here! Come on! SpongeBob, that's a paper clip... and a piece of string.

No, it's not, this is your tail.

Sandy: SpongeBob!

HOW WOULD YOU KNOW!? IT'S ALWAYS BEHIND YOU! Oh, don't go, don't go, don't go!

Sandy: SpongeBob, what is the matter with you? Now, I'm gonna go give that legless rascal what-for... and there ain't nothin' you can say to stop me!

Oh, yeah? What if I said... 'blargen fedibble no-hip'?

Sandy: Well, I gotta admit, that's slowing me down, but I'm still going for him!

You know, tails are so overrated. Let's just forget about it and go home. I've got ice cream! With nuts... Sandy, this is your pappy speaking, and I forbid you to go after this worm! Y'all come back here, young lady!

Sandy: You ain't my pa!

Sandy, if you want to get to that worm, you're gonna have to go through me! Sandy, no! I can't let you! I'm not gonna let you get killed. If you find him, you'll get eaten for sure!

Sandy: Ain't no way some dumb old sea worm's gonna make a meal of me. I'm too Texas tough!

No, not tough enough. Not tough enough!

Sandy: SpongeBob, quit your worrying. I can take care of myself. After all, who's the strongest critter in Bikini Bottom?

You are.

Sandy: And who put the hi-yah, hi, ho, K in karate?

You did.

Sandy: And who saves your yellow backside from certain destruction on a regular basis?

You do.

Sandy: Right. And I can handle your little bull worm too, 'cause I am the best there is! There ain't nothin' too big or too ornery for me to catch.

Okay.

Sandy: Say it.

There isn't anything...

Sandy: Ain't nothin'!

Ain't nothin' too big or too ornery for you to catch. But... But... And... We... I... Yeah but...

Sandy: No!

You see...

Sandy: No!

I...

Sandy: Worm sign. He's in that cave.

Sandy, are you sure you...?

Sandy: Course I am! I'm going in, and I ain't coming out 'til I got me a big heaping plate of worm stew. Aha! There you are, you tail-nabbin' varmint! Hi-yah! I'm winnin', SpongeBob!

Sandy, that's not...!

Sandy: This shouldn't take long.

Sandy, that's not...!

Sandy: Almost done!

Sandy!

Sandy: Yee-haw! I got him, SpongeBob!

Sandy...?

Sandy: Boy, howdy. This critter put up some sort of fight. But I'm from Texas, and as you can see, no worm is a match for me. I even found my tail!

That's not the worm.

Sandy: Pardon?

That's not the worm. That's his tongue!

Sandy: ...Ohhhh, this is the tongue. And the whole thing is the... worm. RUN FOR YOUR LIFE!

So what's the plan, Sandy?

Sandy: Run faster!

I could've thought of that. Hey, wait a minute! I was right, wasn't I?!

Sandy: Later!

Ah, he is too big for you, isn't he?

Sandy: Not now, SpongeBob!

I wanna hear you say it!

Sandy: Can we talk about this another time?

Say it!

Sandy: SpongeBob!

Say it, or I'll trip you!

Sandy: No!

Say it!

Sandy: Not now!

Say it!

Sandy: Okay! You were right, and I was wrong. I was wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong! Are you happy now?

I knew it.

Unnamed Fish 3: Not again!

Uh, Sandy?

Sandy: Yeah?

What do we do now?

Sandy: I've got it! SpongeBob, you still got that paper clip and that string?

I'm way ahead of you, Sandy. Look, it's a necklace! S for SpongeBob or S for Sandy! That way they can identify our bodies!