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Sandy, Karen, Mrs. Puff, and Pearl: ♪We're Gal Pals and, yes, we shall conquer the world one day! We're no sea bunnies, we're smart and funny and we demand equal pay! We'll shout Gal Pals right into your ear canal and bang it on a drum! We're sweet and nice, but take our advice cross us and you'll be chum!♪ Mrs. Puff: Ooh, this is gonna be so much fun! We're gonna have a real adventure with our newbie, aren't we, ladies? | Where am I? Huh? All right, I'll just sit tight and wait to hear from Pearl. I've got the trailer, so there's plenty of food and blankets. Barnacles! Now what am I gonna do? Hey, a peanut! A lucky peanut! Mm, I'm not gonna go hungry out here. I'm gonna survive! Wait a minute, I can't eat this peanut. You're my lucky peanut. I've got a lucky peanut! |
Mrs. Puff: Here we are. Sandy: Uh-oh, looks like we lost something. Pearl: Oh, no, my backpack! This is the worst thing that could ever happen! Karen: Aww, there, there, sweetie. It's just a backpack. We can buy you a new one. It's not like losing a friend. Pearl: She must be psychic. Sandy: Aww, heck, we'll just have to rough it! All right, gals, let's not just hang here like mama's washing! Time to gussy up the place! Karen: Good thing we have a Texas tornado among the Gal Pals. Who knew you could use a jellyfish as a recharger. Oh, yeah. Sandy: Yep, nature always provides. Mrs. Puff: Hey, where's the newbie? Pearl: Oh...Oh, please, SpongeBob, be all right. | I'm Sponge-zan of the brine apes! Oh, my lucky peanut's ringing. Hello? Shell-lo? |
Pearl: SpongeBob! Oh, thank Neptune, you're still alive. | Don't worry, Pearl, I'm still gonna do the prank. I just have to find your cabin. Are there any landmarks I can head to? |
Pearl: Uh, well, there are a lot of trees. | Trees, perfect! I'll just follow the trees. Are you sure you didn't ring, too, lucky peanut? Hello, hello? Ugh, bad reception. No peanut bars. Follow the trees! Follow the trees, follow the trees, follow the trees, follow the trees, follow the trees, follow the trees... |
Mrs. Puff: Oh, this kelp cocoa is delicious. Karen: Yeah, my sensors indicate an agreeable flavor. Sandy: Okay, Gal Pals, it's time to initiate our newest member. Mrs. Puff: You are now a Gal Pal. Pearl: That's it? Just this necklace? No swats or parading around in my PJ's? No tryin' to scare me with urban legends? Sandy: Why would we do that? Karen: Yeah, we like you. Mrs. Puff: We haven't had a forth member since that incident with Flibberty Gibbet. I— Sandy: Puff! Shh. Pearl: Who's Slippery Giveth? Sandy: Oh, Flibberty Gibbet. She was the fourth member of our group. We had a fight with her years ago right here at this very cabin one dark and stormy night. Mrs. Puff: We don't even remember what the fight was about. Sandy: It sure was a humdinger of an argument! Karen: She went bananas and vowed to destroy any and all the Gal Pals. Mrs. Puff: Then she just ran off into these woods! Sandy: Some say she's still out there, all hot-headed and waiting to get her revenge. Karen: That's her pendant you're wearing. Pearl: Flibberty Gibbet?! Why did you give me that? Why did you take me here?! Thanks, gals, you got me. But I knew you were gonna prank me. Karen: Sure you did. Mrs. Puff: You should have seen your face. Sandy: We got you good! Pearl: Mm, Gal Pals. Sandy: What was that? Pearl: 'Kay, you can stop trying to scare me. I know Flipperty Giblets is a prank. Karen: Flibberty Gibbet is partly true. Mrs. Puff: She was a Gal Pal. We did have a fight with her. Sandy: And she did run off into these woods. Pearl: Wait, that was all the parts! Mrs. Puff: Quick, let's hide in the cabin! Pearl: Wait, it—it's okay. It's only SpongeBob. I asked him to make noise and prank you. All right, SpongeBob, you can come out! I'm canceling the prank! | There's another tree. And another tree. Wow, following the trees really works. Tree, tree, tree, tree. |
Mrs. Puff: So, SpongeBob thinks he can prank us, huh? We'll prank him right back. We can rig up the cabin with trap doors, flying ghosts, and a thousand cadavers in a zombie ballroom! Ooh, what am I saying? Sandy: Let's scale it down a smidge. Karen: Yeah, let's hide behind this tree and scream when he shows up. Sandy: You coming, Pearl? Pearl: Well, I'm certainly not staying by myself in the dark. Sandy: Shh, he's coming. Wait for it. Now! Sandy, Karen, Mrs. Puff, and Pearl: Flibberty Gibbet! Mrs. Puff: It's her! Oh, s—she looks like she's been in the woods too long! Sandy: I have a plan. We'll run out the back door and into Puff's boat. Count of three. One, two, three! Karen: Let's go! | Rawr! Hmm? |
Sandy, Karen, Mrs. Puff, and Pearl: No, no! SpongeBob! Don't go in! | Oh, hello. |
Sandy: Gal Pals, we have to save SpongeBob! Sandy, Karen, Mrs. Puff, and Pearl: Gal Pals. | Wow! Ooh, another pinecone on a stick! I love it. Wow! I'm gonna get one of these for each of the Gal Pals. |
Sandy, Karen, Mrs. Puff, and Pearl: Huh? Sandy: It's only a cabin-to-cabin country sales lady. Not Flibberty Gibbet at all. Flibberty Gibbet: Did someone say my name? Hi, gals! Sandy, Karen, Mrs. Puff, and Pearl: Flibberty Gibbet! Flibberty Gibbet: I—I just wanted to say all's forgiven! | Hey, wait! You'll need my lucky peanut! |
Sandy, Karen, Mrs. Puff, and Pearl: Gal Pals! Narrator: The New Adventures of Mermaid Man and Barnacle Boy. In a familiar restaurant, in a familiar part of town, a call goes out in frustration. Frank: Will you hurry up? Narrator: A call that would normally be answered by Bikini Bottom's semi-retired champions. If they weren't the ones causing the problem. Mermaid Man: Let's see... I want a... no. I want a... uh, no, uh, hmmm... Squidward: Sir, will you please order already? You're holding up the line! | Psst. Hey, Mermaid Man, get a Krabby Patty. |
Mermaid Man: I've made my decision! Line of Customers: Hooray! Mermaid Man: One Krabby Patty for me and a Pipsqueak Patty for the boy. Barnacle Boy: Now, wait just a darn minute! Line of Customers: Awww! Barnacle Boy: I don't want a Pipsqueak Patty! I want an adult size Krabby Patty! Mermaid Man: The Krabby Patty is too big for you. You'll never finish it. Barnacle Boy: Don't you see what you're doing? You're treating me like a child! Mr. Krabs: The boy’s eyes are bigger than his stomach. Barnacle Boy: And that's another thing, I'm not a boy! I'm so old I got hairs growing out of the wrinkles in my liver spots. Squidward: One Pipsqueak patty and your bib and highchair. Barnacle Boy: I'm 68 years old and I want a Krabby Patty! Mermaid Man: Your Pipsqueak is getting cold. Shall I feed you? Barnacle Boy: Feed this, old man! All except MM and BB: Ooooooooh. Barnacle Boy: I'm tired of playing second banana to a man who wears a bra! From now on, I want to be called Barnacle Man! And, I'm through protecting citizens that don't respect me! | I respect you, Barnacle Man! |
Barnacle Man: That's Barnacle Boy, I mean, Man! I... Ohh... forget you people. I say if you're not going to give me the respect I want as a hero, then maybe you'll give me respect as a villain. A villain who is... evil! | Evil? |
Squidward, Mr. Krabs, Sandy & Patrick: Evil? Mermaid Man: Evil! Barnacle Man: I'm crossing over... to the dark side! Mr. Krabs: Why should I waste money lighting the whole store? Dirty Bubble: Did someone say evil? | Holy oil spill! It's Mermaid Man and Barnacle Boy's arch enemies: Man Ray and the Dirty Bubble! |
Barnacle Man: Nighty night, you old goat! Mermaid Man: Nighty-night! Will you tuck me in? Realistic Fish Head: We interrupt your bleak and meaningless lives for this news report. Man Ray, the Dirty Bubble, and now, playing for the dark side, Barnacle Boy... Barnacle Man: Barnacle Man! Realistic Fish Head: ...have been committing a series of crimes throughout Bikini Bottom. Barnacle Man: Shh! Senior Citizen: I'll get you crazy kids! Realistic Fish Head: These three have named their new alliance: Every Villain Is Lemons, otherwise known as E.V.I.L.! What can we do? When will this crime wave end? How will we defeat the evil? Why am I asking you all these questions? Mermaid Man, where are you? Mermaid Man: Huh? I'm right here! Don't worry, good citizens! Nothing will stop me from defeating the E.V.I.L.! Nothing! Ice cream? I love ice cream! A double scoop of prune with bran sprinkles. Mmm. Goes right through me every time. Barnacle Man: You might as well give up, Mermaid Man, because there are three of us and only one of you. You don't stand a chance. | Are you okay, Mermaid Man? Oh, how are you going to beat those three guys all by yourself? |
Mermaid Man: You're right. I give up. | You can't give up. What if we help you? |
Mermaid Man: No, no, that's a terrible idea. But what if you help me? | Okay! |
Mermaid Man: Who wants to save the world? | I do! |
Sandy: I do! Patrick: I do! Squidward: I don't. Mr. Krabs: Oh, yes, you do! No world means no money! Now, go save the world, or you're fired! Mermaid Man: Then it's settled! To the Mermalair! | Wow! The Mermalair! |
Mermaid Man: These costumes belonged to the original International Justice League of Super Acquaintances! | Wow! The I.J.L.S.A. were the most heroic heroes ever! And you had the best lunch box, too. |
Mermaid Man: Once you put on these costumes, their fantastic powers will become yours! Sandy: Wow! I didn't think super powers worked that way. Mermaid Man: Sure! Power's all in the costume! Why else would we run around in colored undies? Squidward: I can think of three good reasons. Narrator: The Quickster...with the uncanny ability to run really...quick! | Want to see me run to that mountain and back? You want to see me do it again? |
Narrator: Captain Magma...get him angry and he's bound to erupt! Squidward: Krakatoa! Narrator: The Elastic Waistband...able to stretch his body into fantastic shapes and forms! Patrick: I can finally touch my toes! Narrator: And Miss Appear...now you see her... ...now you don't. Sandy: Does this outfit make me look fat? Narrator: The International Justice League of Super Acquaintances! A subsidiary of Viacom. Mermaid Man: So, it's agreed. We'll get one cheese pizza, one with pepperoni and mushrooms, and one with olives. Chief: Super Acquaintances, we need your help. | Holy halibut! It's the chief! |
Chief: Thank you for the introduction, Quickster, but we all know who I am! More importantly, we've found information on the whereabouts of E.V.I.L. Patrick: The whose-abouts of what? Sandy: You just tell us where they are, Chief, and we'll hog-tie 'em faster than you can say Salsa Verde. Chief: Our sources last found E.V.I.L. harassing teenagers up at Make-Out Reef. You know, Make-Out Reef? Whoo hoo hoo! | Flopping flounder, Mermaid Man, Make-Out Reef! |
Mermaid Man: Those fiends! Attacking hormonally stressed-out children! Squidward: Ah, Make-Out Reef. Good times, good times. Mermaid Man: To Make-Out Reef, away! Patrick: Does this mean we're not getting pizza? John & Nancy: Stop, please! E.V.I.L.: John and Nancy, sittin' in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G! Dirty Bubble: Oh! Shine the flashlight in that car, Man Ray! Man Ray: Haha, with pleasure! Sandals: Hey man, that's not cool. Mermaid Man: Leave those young lovers alone! Man Ray: Well, if it isn't Milk Maid Man! You've saved us the trouble of tracking you down! Mermaid Man: You fiends can't win! You're outnumbered! Man Ray: You senile bag of fish paste! There are three of us and only one of you! | Make that two! |
Man Ray: The Quickster! Squidward: Three! Barnacle Man: Captain Magma! Patrick: Four! Dirty Bubble: The Elastic Waistband! Sandy: Five! E.V.I.L.: M-M-Miss Appear! Mermaid Man: And me makes ten, I think. Man Ray: Uh-oh. Dirty Bubble: I don't have a good feeling about this. Barnacle Man: Oh, there goes our toy deal. Mermaid Man: Super Acquaintances, attack! Barnacle Man: Oh no, please, mercy! Squidward: Krakatoa! | Ah! Ah! Ah! Get it off! Get it off! Get it Off! Get it off! Get it off! |
Patrick: I'll save you, Quickster! Mermaid Man: I'll cool you off, Quickster, with one of my water balls! Aha! Squidward: Huh?! No, no, no, I'm not the Quickster! I'm Captain Mag... ma... Sandy: Well, I guess it's up to me! I'll sneak over...unseen...and catch them by surprise. Aaaaaah! | Get it off! Get it off! Whew...glad that's over! |
Barnacle Man: We did it, we won! This day belongs to E.V.I.L.! You've lost Mermaid Man, and the superhero and super-villain rules say you have to give in to my demands. Mermaid Man: Okay, what do you want? Man Ray: World domination! Tell him we want world domination! Dirty Bubble: And make him eat dirt! Hahaha! In addition to the...domination thing. Barnacle Man: Number one, I want to be treated like a superhero, not a sidekick. Number two, I want to be called Barnacle Man. And number three... Man Ray: Come on, world domination! Barnacle Man: I want an adult-sized Krabby Patty. Dirty Bubble: Did you hear him say anything about eating dirt? Barnacle Man: Need a hand, superpal? Mermaid Man: Good to have you back on the side of justice, Kyle. Let's go get you that Krabby Patty! Man Ray: Was that it? That's sickening! Dirty Bubble: Oh, this reminds me of the time I went to Cancun with a killer shrimp. Oh, they had these papaya drinks that were to die for! Man Ray: Oh, Neptune, shut up! Mermaid Man: How is that adult-sized Krabby Patty treating you, Barnacle Man? Barnacle Man: Actually, it's pretty big. I'm not sure if I can finish the whole thing. Mrs. Puff: I suggested having this lesson in the cemetery because I thought you couldn't kill anyone here, but now I'm afraid you're disturbing the dead! Mrs. Puff: Before they bury me, get me to a payphone. Mrs. Puff: I need to call another instructor for you. I just...can't...take it anymore! Mrs. Puff: Huh? You stopped in front of the prison? Never mind! Any place is better than in this boat with you! Stickyfins Whiting: What are ya waiting for? Step on it! | You must be the new driving instructor. Student driver. That's me. I just don't take a bad picture, do I? |
Stickyfins: Uh, yeah, yeah, sure. I'm your new driving instructor. | Great! Look how I can tune the radio. |
Radio announcer: Breaking news! Both: Huh? Radio announcer: Notorious criminal, Stickyfins Whiting, has just escaped from prison. Stickyfins: Very good radio tuning skills. Now, drive as fast as you can! Mrs. Puff: Stop! SpongeBob! Come back! I can't believe I said that! Dorsal Dan: Stickyfins, where are you? I can't be that late. Mrs. Puff: Follow that sponge! Dorsal Dan: Hey, you ain't Stickyfins. Mrs. Puff: And you ain't a chocolate cake! Now, step on it! Dorsal Dan: Yes, ma'am! Dorsal Dan at your service! Stickyfins: Oh! Oh! Crater-face! We're being followed! Lose that tail! | I thought it'd made me look cool. Guess not. |
Stickyfins: Not that tail! The cops behind us! Drive crazy! | Ohhhhh, that I can do! |
Dorsal Dan: Wow! He's driving like a psycho! Who taught him how to drive? | Good baby? |
Stickyfins: Waaaaaahhhhh! Rich Man: Gosh! | I say, how's my automobiling? |
Stickyfins: Simply smashing. You're simply smashing into things! Stickyfins: Let's see what's on the menu! Oh! I'll take those! Customers: Hmm? | Excuse me sir, I'm in the middle of a driving lesson! |
Stickyfins: Look out, you maniac! Stickyfins: You're going the wrong way! Turn this thing around! | You got it! Turning around! Oh, you're a great instructor! What now? |
Stickyfins: Just...go with the flow. Dorsal Dan: Looks like they shook us. Don't worry, we'll find them. Mrs. Puff: They'll probably revoke my teacher's license for this. Dorsal Dan: Hey, I'm a teacher too! I teach all kinds of things. Safe cracking, burglary, getaway driving. Mrs. Puff: I did notice you're a very good driver. Dorsal Dan: Ha, ha, you ain't such a bad passenger yourself. Mrs. Puff: Oh, my! Stickyfins: Here's your next test. Follow me. Stickyfins: Distracted drivers are dangerous. I want you to distract that salesman in the store. | I don't understand how this is gonna help with my driving. |
Stickyfins: It's, uh...abstract thinking. | Hey, I've heard of that! |
Salesman: Welcome! | Distract with the abstract. |
Salesman: Hey, shapes and noises! I love it! | What's the next lesson? |
Stickyfins: The nearest electronic store. | Oh, you really know how to challenge a guy. |
Salesman: Help! Help! I've been robbed! Mrs. Puff: I've shopped in that place before, and I've been robbed too. Dorsal Dan: What now, beautiful? Mrs. Puff: I wouldn't mind seeing you navigate a four-way stop. Dorsal Dan: Romance always has the right of way. Mrs. Puff: Oh, my! | Ah! Wha— Oop. Whoa! |
Stickyfins: I need to launder these bills—fast! | I know just the place! But first, let me adjust your seat. |
Stickyfins: Ooh! Hey! What's the big idea? Stickyfins: What is wrong with you? Dorsal Dan: I think your sponge should be around here somewhere. Mrs. Puff: I didn't even feel you slow down. You've got such a gentle foot on the pedal. Dorsal Dan: Gosh. No one's ever said I had a gentle foot before. Mrs. Puff: Oh—ho. Oh! Oh! Mrs. Puff: SpongeBob! Stickyfins: Why's that jerk honking? Go! Drive! Mrs. Puff: Sorry about your gentle foot! Hi-yah! Dorsal Dan: Hey—Owww! | Oh! Ooh, driving range! How's my driving? |
Stickyfins: Doh! Doh—doh—doh—doh—doh— | Doh! That kinda hurts, don't ya think? |
Stickyfins: Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! Stickyfins: For the love of Neptune, let's get outta here! | Uh-huh. Uh-huh, uh-huh. Oh! Oh, yeah. |
Stickyfins: Ah! Ha, ha! Stickyfins: Oh! Oh! Ow! Oh! Stickyfins: Ooh—ow! Stickyfins: I just wanna know...what'd I ever do to deserve this? | Would you like to test me on road signs now? Let's see... Stop, No Left Turn, and that one over there that says Falling Rocks! |
Stickyfins: Wait, what? Ooh! Oof! Stickyfins: Whoa! Mrs. Puff: SpongeBob! | Mrs. Puff! |
Dorsal Dan: Stickyfins! Stickyfins: Dorsal Dan! Help meeeee! | Hey, Mrs. Puff! The new instructor's been teaching me so much. Not as much as you. But y'know, different things. |
Mrs. Puff: SpongeBob, you gotta keep your eyes on the road! | He hasn't taught me that one yet! Oh! |
Stickyfins: Ah! Get me outta here! | Aww, you must be hungry. I've got some of Gary's Snail Snacks. |
Officer: This is the police. Pull over! Stickyfins: Right turn! Make a right turn! | Aye, aye, professor! |
Stickyfins: Yes! I'm back! Thank Neptune! Don't let me out ever again! It's not safe out there! Lock me away! Forever, and ever! Security Guards and Warden: Huh? Security Guard: Warden, I found this one pulling up outside the prison. Warden: Dorsal Dan! The notorious getaway driver. Toss him in the clink! Mrs. Puff: I'll wait for you, my little tenderfoot! | Hey, where'd the new instructor go? Oh, well, I still have ten minutes left on my driving lesson. Oh, Mrs. Puff? |
Mrs. Puff: I'll confess to anything! Throw away the key! It's not safe out here! Let me in! Officers: Drive safely, and always wear your seat belt! | Wait for it... |
Automated Voice: On Time Percentage: 100%. Squidward: Another day, another migraine. Heh, heh, mi... Automated Voice: On Time Percentage: 12%. Squidward: ...graine. Heh, heh, heh. | Ahh, isn't it great working at the Krusty Krab, Squidward? Huh? Isn't it? Working here? |
Squidward: Yeah, great. | Yeah. |
Squidward: Yeah. | Aww, yeah. |
Squidward: Yes! | Hold that thought, Squidward. I'm doing the parking lot for early morning litter patrol. May Neptune shine brightly on my harvest. Litter. Looks like someone missed the trash basket, huh, Mr. Candy Wrapper? Kids these days. I've never seen such an epidemic! Well, at least it's all over now. Where is all this litter coming from?! Not on my watch. Sir, I will have you know it's against the law to litter. |
Strangler: Heh, what're you gonna do, call the police? | Yes. |
Squidward: How's it going, Lieutenant? | Well, let's just say I hope our litterbug there saved room for his just desserts. Yeah, just desserts. |
Squidward: Whatever. Huh? SpongeBob, don't you know who that is? | Who? |
Squidward: That's the Tattletale Strangler. | Who? |
Squidward: The Tattletale Strangler! He's promised to strangle anyone who turns him in! | He seems kind of angry with us, eh, Squidward? Squidward? Squidward? |
Officer Johnson: You're gonna do time, Strangler. Hard time. | Hi, officers. So, he's going to jail, right? |
Officer Nancy: Who, Strangler? | Yeah, Strangler. |
Officer Nancy: Oh, yeah, he's going to jail for a long time. | Hey, that looks like me! |
Officer Nancy: Don't worry, SpongeBob. He won't be able to strangle you. Officer Johnson: Yeah. We got him chained up real good. He'll never get away. Officer Nancy: Oops, not again. Officer Johnson: Yep, he got away. | You nice officers will protect me, right? |
Officer Nancy: We ain't bodyguards, kid. Officer Johnson: Yeah, give us a call if you see him again... tattletale. | Those officers are right. I need a bodyguard! Mr. Krabs! There's a maniac after me! I need a bodyguard! |
Mr. Krabs: I wasn't five-time 'Golden Claws' in the navy for nothin'. When he sees me moves, he'll be running scared. So, where is this little bully? Down at the park? The sodey shop? What does he look like, eh, boy? | This would be him, Mr. Krabs. |
Mr. Krabs: The Tattletale Strangler?! Go away, SpongeBob! Take your death cloud with you! | Ugh, that's it. I gotta get out of town 'til I can find a bodyguard. |
Strangler: Bodyguard, huh? I might be able to help you out. | You don't understand, mister. I need protection from the scariest guy in town. Here's his picture. |
Strangler: Heh heh, he doesn't look so tough. | I tattled on him, and now he wants to strangle me with his diabolical hands! I hope they're not dirty. |
Strangler: Huh? Uh-oh. Uh, there's too many witnesses around here. Listen, kid. I could be your bodyguard. Here's my card. | Hmm, looks good to me. You're hired! I feel safer already. What's next? |
Strangler: Well, the maniac could be anywhere, wearing a disguise. He could be that old man. Or that baby. | Or that pebble. Or that stick. Or that receipt for the Phony Baloney Mustache Emporium. |
Strangler: Huh? Uhh, that's mine. | Oh, bodyguard, my body is in your guarding hands. What do we do first? |
Strangler: Well, I suggest we go to a nice, quiet, secluded location, uh, like behind an old dumpster or a dark alley... | We could go to my house and turn off all the lights! |
Strangler: Perfect. That way no one can hear you being strangled... err, I mean, uhh, protected. Perfect. | Yes, excellent. Ah, but first, I gotta do a few errands. |
Strangler: Uhh, okay, but let's make it quick. | Quick is my middle name. Let's see...paper towels. This one says 'best paper towel around' this one says 'best paper towel in town'. Hmm... in town... around... in town... around... what do you think, bodyguard? |
Strangler: Whatever gets us to your house quicker. | I'll take both! |
Dry Cleaner: Here you go, Mr. SquarePants. | Hmmm. |
Dry Cleaner: Is there something wrong? | I'm not sure if these are my pants. How about this one, bodyguard? Too overbearing? |
Strangler: Can we just go to your house?! | Here we are. SquarePants Manor. Bodyguard, let me just take this opportunity to say you're the best bodyguard a fella could hope to have. |
Strangler: All right, enough of the sappy talk! Open the door so I can strangle you... I mean, uhh, choke you... I mean, uhh, crush your windpipe... gah, I mean... | Protect me? |
Strangler: Thanks. | Don't mention it, Strangler. I mean, bodyguard. Now where'd I put my key? |
Narrator: Twenty minutes later... | Well, I can't find 'em. You wanna take a look? |
Strangler: Oh, forget the key! Let's climb through this window. I can't reach it. Do you think you could hop up on my shoulders, kid? | Sure. With these spiky cleats, anything is possible. Ya. |
Strangler: Cleats?! Get your feet out of my eye sockets! | I'm trying, but my cleats are stuck in your corneas! |
Narrator: Six hours later... | Don't be mad, bodyguard. Let me just grab the key I keep under the mat and we can get inside. There you are, you little rascal. Now, to put the key in the lock, which should activate the tumblers, thus opening the door. Step inside... |
Strangler: Close the door... | Well, here we are. |
Strangler: I've finally got you all alone! | I know, isn't it great? Ooh. |
Strangler: Now, you're gonna get yours... tattletale! All of SpongeBob's friends: Surprise! | A surprise party to celebrate my perfect on-time percentage at work? Oh, how'd you guys know? |
Patrick: It's on the invitations you sent us. Let's boogie! | Bye, everybody, thanks for coming! Bye Mr. Krabs, bye Plankton, bye Sandy, bye Larry, bye Pearl, bye Mrs. Puff, bye Squidward, bye, eh, the rest. Ahh, alone at last. |
Strangler: What? Huh? Huh? What? Huh? So, we're all alone now? | Just you, me, and the floorboards. Yeah. |
All: Happy birthday, SpongeBob! | How did you guys know today is my birthday? |
Patrick: We just do what the invitations say. Let's boogie some more! | Thanks for coming! Alone again. |
Strangler: Is it true? Everybody's gone? | Uh-huh. |
Strangler: No, no more parties today? You got everything you need now? Nobody's left? We're completely alone? | Oh yeah. |
Strangler: In that case... Patrick: Great parties, huh? Strangler: Oh... sorry, Tubby, you've gotta go. | Wait! We can trust Patrick. He's my best friend. |
Strangler: Well, I can't take any chances. For all we know, he could be the Strangler. Patrick: I'm the Strangler? Oh, I should've known! I gotta turn myself in! | So, Patrick's the Strangler. Gee, you think you know a guy. |
Strangler: He's not the Strangler! | He's not? |
Strangler: I am! | Hey, how'd you do that without shaving cream? |
Strangler: Oh, it's a fake, you idiot! I bought it at the party store! Squidward: Did someone say 'party'? Strangler: I can't take it! | Wait, bodyguard, I need protection! |
Strangler: Step on it! I'm being chased by a maniac! | I'm not safe! Come back! |
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