rqchao/spongebob · Datasets at Hugging Face

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Patrick: Start the boat.	Mrs. Puff. Mrs. Puff!
Mrs. Puff: Whoa-ho! Huh? What?	It's okay, it's only the boat.
Mrs. Puff: The boat? You started the boat?	I... I think so.
Mrs. Puff: Oh. Well... what's the second thing you do?	1924?
Patrick: No, no, put it in drive.	Put it in drive?
Mrs. Puff: Yes, yes, yes! Put it in drive! Then what?	Floor it?
Mrs. Puff: NO! AHH, NO!!! Patrick: FREEZE, MISTER. BIG. TOE. Mrs. Puff: Oh, gracious. Oh, gracious! Oh-oh. Ha-ha! Ah, we haven't crashed yet. Patrick: Okay, you're coming to your first turn. Mrs. Puff: Oh no, the first turn. Please, tell me you know what to do at the first turn! Patrick: Left! Mrs. Puff: Oh! Patrick: Right! Mrs. Puff: Oh! Oh my, this is splendid, SpongeBob. You're doing fine. Montage: Mrs. Puff: Splendid! Wonderful! There's the finish line. It's unbelievable. You've shown the most spectacular improvement of any student I've ever seen. What's your secret? A little radio in your head? Oh, and under that hat is some kind of, uhh, antenna? And some guy miles away from here is giving you all the answers? Oh, yes, but that would be cheating. Patrick: HAHA! CHEATING!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAA!!	I'M CHEATING! Mrs Puff?!
Mrs. Puff: Yes, my star pupil?	I think I'm cheating...
Mrs. Puff: What's that, dear?	I think I am cheating!
Mrs. Puff: You've... you've let go of the wheel.	I do have an antenna under my hat! There is a guy giving me all the answers! It's all true! I'm cheating! I'm cheating! I'm cheating!
Patrick: WHAT!?!	I'm sorry, Mrs. Puff! I'm sorry!
Mrs. Puff: The wheel, SpongeBob! The wheel...	Cheating... I'm a cheater! Cheater...
Mrs. Puff: No, no, no! It's quite alright! You can cheat that way!	No... I'm cheating...!
Mrs. Puff: At least, SpongeBob...	I'm cheating!
Mrs. Puff: Cheat that way!	I'm a cheater, cheater, pumpkin eater!
Mrs. Puff: It's okay to cheat today!	No...!
Mrs. Puff: That way! Cheat that way!	Cheater...!
Mrs. Puff: OOHHH, SpongeBob, WHYYYYY?	Mrs. Puff, I think I cheated.
Fred: My leg!	Uhh, I'm sorry for letting you down again, Mrs. Puff.
Mrs. Puff: It's okay, SpongeBob, you didn't mean it. Okay, boys, take me away.	Don't worry, Mrs. Puff. I'll try harder next semester. It'll be great! Only now I don't even have my bike.
Gary: Meow.	Gary! My bike! You found it! This sponge is still mobile! Alright, let's go surprise someone at the hospital!
Mr. Fitz: Morning, Mrs. Puff. I'm Mr. Fitz. I represent the 'Boating Teachers Accreditation Bureau'. As you know, your teaching certificate is up for renewal. However, we have noticed there have been an unusually large amount of failings from this classroom. Mrs. Puff: That's impossible. In all my years of teaching, only one student has failed my class. Mr. Fitz: Yes, but he's failed 1,258,056 times. Mrs. Puff: You don't understand. SpongeBob is unteachable. Mr. Fitz: We cannot blame the students for the incompetence of the teacher.	Honk honk! Beep beep! I'm ready to drive. Are you ready for my driving test today, Mrs. Puff?
Mr. Fitz: Okay, Mrs. Puff, if SpongeBob fails this test, you will be replaced. Mrs. Puff: Okay, SpongeBob, let's demonstrate for Mr. Fitz everything I've taught you in boating school. Now, what's the first thing we do before we start boating?	Seat-belt-aroony. One second.
Mrs. Puff: Then what do you do?	Start the engine?
Mrs. Puff: Yes.	Now what do I do?
Mrs. Puff: Drive the boat.	Did I pass this time, Mrs. Puff?
Mrs. Puff: No, SpongeBob, you failed.	I failed?
Mr. Fitz: It's not you that failed, SpongeBob. It's Mrs. Puff that's failed you. You are relieved of your teaching duties. Mrs. Puff: I won't be teaching SpongeBob anymore? No more... SpongeBob?! I thought this day would never come. Goodbye, SpongeBob! Have a nice life. Free at last! Free at last!	I got Mrs. Puff fired.
Roderick: Hello, worthless students. I'm your new instructor. No one's ever failed my class... that's lived through it. I can assure you these next 4 weeks will be the worst years of your miserable lives. Your spine will break, your teeth will ache, your eyes will be bloodshot. You will drive out of this school in style. Or you will be carted out in your granny's hand basket. Everyone will follow the rules of the class. First rule: No talking. Nat: Does that mean... Roderick: Second Rule: no eating in my class. Would anyone care for a bon-bon? Monroe: Uhh, I'll eat one. Roderick: Pick your favorite. How's it taste? Monroe: It's a delightful taste sensation. Roderick: No eating in my classroom! Now, if anyone else is man enough to stay in this class... Looks like you're the man, Sponge.	I am?
Roderick: Do you wanna learn how to drive or what?	Yes, sir! I'm ready to drive
Roderick: What do you think you're doing?	Ready for my test, sir.
Roderick: You're not ready to drive yet until you learn that first. This is most grueling driving course ever devised. You will learn every turn, bump, and crack on it. You'll start out crawling it.	Crawl?
Roderick: Hut two. Hut two. Hut two. Hut two.	Left turn. Crack. Bump. Nickel. Hey a nickel!
Roderick: Keep your eyes on the road, cadet.	Pebble! Oh whoa! Oh whoa! Whew!
Roderick: I'm ashamed of you, cadet. Tripped up by a wee pebble. What are you suppose to be learning in my class?	How to drive, sir?
Roderick: Affirmative. But before you learn to drive, you must learn to crawl. Then you learn to walk and then you learn to run. But before you learn to walk, you must learn to crawl. I want you to crawl!	Sir, yes, sir!
Roderick: Now get out there! Every good boater needs to know his vehicle inside and out. Here, go take that boat apart. I'm impressed, son. Put it back together again!	That'll be easy.
Roderick: Are you sure?	Um, yeah. You just put the jigamahoo on the doohicky and uhh... I might need a couple minutes. It's ready, sarge!
Roderick: Jumpin' jellyfish...	Watch for pedestrians. Check mirrors. Observe that speed limit. Watch for pedestrians! So, umm, how'd I do?
Roderick: How'd you do? Why don't you ask the shattered remains of this pedestrian... HOW YOU DID!	Now I know this forwards, backwards, and sideways. Am I ready to get behind the wheel?
Roderick: Not quite. Now do it blindfolded. Narrator: Several days later...	1003, 1004, 1005. Ooh, pebble #143. Ha! You will not trip me up again, pebble #143. 1006, 1007, 1008. Old lady with a ham sandwich. 1009, 1010, 1011, 1012, 1... 13.
Roderick: Congratulations. You're ready to get behind the wheel.	Really? I'm ready! I'm ready. I'm...
Roderick: Let's see what I taught you, laddy.	Yes, sir! Left turn at pebble #143. Kid with a ball. Nice boy.
Roderick: Nice driving. Now parallel park up ahead. Very good. Now, boy, the time has come to show Mr. Fits what you've learn.	Yes, sir! Step 1: seatbelts.
Roderick: Excellent work, cadet. What's next?	Step 2 would be... ignite engine.
Roderick: Step 3?	Step 3 would be... ...engage blindfold.
Roderick: What? You can't drive a boat with a blindfold on. That's illegal.	But I can't do it without a blindfold.
Roderick: Drive, boy! Drive! Roderick: Mayday! Mayday! You're off course. Mrs. Puff: Ah, I feel so serene now that I'm away from that homicidal maniac, SpongeBob. Roderick: The brake son!	Aye aye, sir. There you go, sir. All I had to do was unscrew two of the bolts.
Roderick: I'm gonna stop this thing. Tell my wife I love her. Come get some!	Man down. Man down. Sorry, excuse me. Sorry.
Patrick: Hey, SpongeBob!	Sorry, Patrick, I can't stop the boat right now. I can't see! I can't see!
Patrick: My pants!	Hey, I can't see! Did I pass?
Mr. Fitz: Well, if there was a 'destroy the city' part of the test, you would have. Patrick: The nerve of some people. Mr. Fitz: Sorry, SpongeBob, you failed again. Even our finest instructor could not teach you. Mrs. Puff, you're hired again.	Hey, Mrs. Puff! Sorry I'm unteachable.
Mrs. Puff: It's okay. Mr. Fitz gave me my teaching certificate back. And your dossier was destroyed in the explosion, so it's as if you never failed.	I got you a welcome back gift, Mrs. Puff. I found all the pieces and glued them back together. I promise it won't take me a million tries this time.
Narrator: Ah... the Bikini Bottom Zoo is having its annual Free Day. Free balloons... Narrator: Free drinks... Narrator: Free light bulbs? Mr. Krabs: Aha! Top of the mornin', boys! Whew! Next stop: gift shop.	There it is... Oyster Stadium. Not only do they have the largest oyster held in captivity, it also does tricks! He spits a giant pearl 100 feet in the air, like a cannonball!
Patrick: Why are we hanging around watching a cheap imitation? Let's get over there! SpongeBob and Patrick: This is the greatest day of our lives! Patrick: This is the greatest day of our lives? Boring.	You're right, Patrick. We came to see pearls 100 feet in the air! Right? I'll try my oyster call.
Patrick: Well, I'm outta here. Thanks for nothin', SpongeBob.	Come on, come on, wake up already! I think it's working! Hey, Patrick, it's waking up!
Patrick: Oh, boy, did I miss it?	No, the show's about to begin!
Zoo Worker #1: What's wrong with Clamu? Joe: Easy, girl! It's me, Joe! Remember? Patrick: Now, this is a show! Announcer: Attention, zoo patrons! Clamu, the giant oyster is on an emotional rampage! Please scream and run around in circles. Thanks for coming. Zoo Worker #1: You boys better get out of this area, pronto! There's nothing more dangerous than an emotionally disturbed oyster. You didn't do anything that might have caused this horrible tragedy, did you?	Uh...
Patrick: No way! Only a jerk would upset a gentle giant. Right, SpongeBob?	Right.
Patrick: Man, if I ever see the guy who upset Clamu, I'd have a few choice words for him, like you... and... are ... and... a jerk! Are you sure you didn't see anything suspicious?	I already said I didn't, Patrick, sheesh!
Patrick: Hey, let's investigate this crime and catch the lowlife who's responsible!	Give it a rest, Patrick! There's no crime to investigate! Now go home! Stupid Patrick... I didn't do anything wrong! Aw, what am I getting so worked up about? I'm sure that by tomorrow, this whole ugly mess will be a funny memory.
Johnny: Our top story tonight: giant oyster has its feelings hurt! The only clue that could be found was this lone peanut! And as you can hear, the oyster continues to emit its horrible cry. A cry so powerful, it can be heard around the world. A cry that not only breaks the sound barrier, it breaks the hearts of our citizens! What kind of cruel, careless, evil person would deliberately upset one of Neptune's most gentle creatures? Gary: Meow?	No, Gary! How would I know anything about the oyster?
Gary: Meow.	Defensive? I'm not being defensive! Barnacles! What is this, 20 Questions or something? This is getting a little out of hand. All I did was throw a peanut. I didn't mean to make the oyster cry! I just wanted to see it perform spectacular stunts! Aw, everyone's gonna hate me! I-I need some advice! Now, let's see now. Who could never hate me no matter what I do? Squidward! Squidward! Oh, Squidward!
Squidward: SpongeBob! Do you have to knock so loudly?!	Sorry, neighbor.
Squidward: Oh... that overgrown clam is giving me a headache! I can't even take my afternoon beauty nap!	Funny thing you should mention that old oyster, because I... uh... was kind of wondering, um... Let's say I know this guy who may have something to do with the oyster.
Squidward: Oh, this is great! You and I can go turn him in! And then I'll get so much sleep, I'll be gorgeous!	Um, actually, I-I'm just talking hypothetically.
Squidward: You mean you don't know who did it?	Well, um... I... uh... no. Squidward?
Patrick: Gotcha! Patrick: Where were you on the day of today? Don't play games with me, mister!	Hey, Patrick, what are you doing?
Patrick: Oh, hi, SpongeBob. I'm just continuing my investigation of the Great Clamu Caper!	Um... have you found out anything?
Patrick: Yes! No, wait, uh... no. But this grain of sand looks pretty suspicious, and so does this rock! And I've got a few questions for this little piece of grass! Don't worry, SpongeBob! Patrick's on the case! The truth will be revealed!	I better go see Sandy, she'll know what to do!
Sandy: Oh, I can't stand it anymore! That poor, poor critter! What kind of inconsiderate person would upset such a gentle creature?	Uh, that's kind of what I wanted to talk about, Sandy.
Sandy: Why, when I find out who caused that oyster so much pain, no more jiggery pokery! Sandy: Now, what was it you wanted to talk about, SpongeBob? Sandy: Hey, SpongeBob, how come you're all twitchy like that?	Twitchy? Twitchy? Who's twitchy? I'm not twitchy! Sorry, Sandy, I have to, um... um... go get my hair cut.
Sandy: SpongeBob doesn't have hair... or does he? Patrick: Hey, SpongeBob! This is it! All of the clues are coming together. I followed these footprints right to this exact spot, and then, right where you're standing, I found this bag of peanuts! Ha! Oh, I'm so close to solving this crime, I can almost taste it! Boy, crime fighting sure makes me hungry, and this yellow Popsicle hits the spot!	Okay, uh, good luck with all that, Patrick, and, uh, I guess I'll see you later!
Police Fish #1: Open up! This is the police!	Uh, uh, just a second!
Policefish #1: Are you SpongeBob SquarePants?	Y-y-yes?
Policefish #1: Put those eyeballs back in your head, son. We've got a few questions for you. Policefish #1: Were you at the zoo on the day of the oyster incident?	Y-yes!
Policefish #1: Did you, or did you not take part in various activities of zoo-time merriment?	Yes...
Policefish #1: And are you familiar with... this peanut?	Yes!
Policefish #1: Just one more question... Is it true that you were at the oyster's lair with a Mr. Patrick Star?	Yes! Yes! It's true! It's true! It's all true! The merriment, the peanut, the Patrick!
Policefish #1: That's all we need to know, son. Let's book 'im! Patrick: Wow, you guys are good! I'm the last person I would have suspected, but I was looking for me all the time! It's the perfect crime! Policefish #1: Yeah, yeah, tell it to the judge, pinky!	Oh, no! Patrick's too sensitive for the big house! Wait! Stop! I'm the one you want! I am the criminal!
Sandals: Hey, everybody, let's throw peanuts at him and see how he likes it! Patrick: I get what I deserve! Ouch.	Wait! Hold your peanuts! Patrick Star is innocent! I have come here to reveal the truth! They say that truth and honesty will be rewarded with trust and forgiveness!
Patrick: Dum, dum, dum dum, de, dum...	I'm here to lay my cards on the table, to trim the branches of deception from the tree of life, to shave away the unkempt sideburns from the face of truth! I...
Sandals: Hey! Just get on with it!	I am the one who threw the peanut! I know now that what I have done is wrong. And so I say, I am sorry, giant performing oyster. I am sorry, Patrick. I am sorry, citizens of Bikini Bottom.
Sandals: Hey! Let's throw peanuts at both of them! Zoo Worker #1: Wait! Here's the real criminal! Mr. Krabs: Uh, top of the mornin'!	Mr. Krabs!
Patrick: I knew it! Zoo Worker #1: Mr. Krabs has stolen a very important item from the oyster. Behold! Wait a minute... Behold! The oyster's pearl! Here you go, girl. Baby Oyster: Mama! Mama!	Mother of pearl! The oyster's a mother! And that pearl's no pearl, it's an egg!
Baby Oyster: Mama! Clamu: Aww! All: Awww... Mr. Krabs: But it's... Free Day! Old Man Jenkins: I just can't decide what to order. Squidward: You already ordered. Old Man Jenkins: Don't rush me, young lady! Squidward: Hurry up, SpongeBob! Squidward: What is taking you so long?	I'm adding the love!
Squidward: You're not being paid to love.	Well, I'm not here for the money. I'll always treasure these moments we had together.
Squidward: Look!	Awww...
Mr. Krabs: Well, I'll be cooked in butter! It's Jim, the Original Fry Cook! Jim: Krabs!	The Jim? He who flipped patties in the before time?
Mr. Krabs: You're doin' well, Jim. Is that limo solid gold?! Jim: It sure is. I was on my way to my solid gold mansion next to my solid gold lake, when I thought I'd take a trip down memory lane. Squidward: Good ol' Jim. When you worked here, the place had class.	Yeah. When this place had class... Well, we've had some good times, too. Right, Squidward?
Squidward: No. [Jim walks up to the Employee of the Month wall. Jim: Hey, that's new. Employee of the Month, huh?	That's me!
Mr. Krabs: Don't worry, Jim. No one could ever replace you. The original is still underneath. Mr. Krabs: Your Best Employee Ever award! SpongeBob! Sweep up this mess while Jim and I catch up.	Yes, sir.
Jim: After I left The Krusty Krab I worked at some of the finest restaurants around the world. I got so successful, I was able to retire in luxury.	Would you sign my Krabby Patty?
Jim: Oh, I... Don't sign what I didn't make. Mr. Krabs: Hey, bigshot! Why don't you step behind the fryer for old time's sake? Jim: You're on, Krabs! But I'll have to charge you! Mr. Krabs: Aye, you always knew how to make me laugh. You just don't find employees like that anymore.	Yeah. Not unless you look right in front of you!
Mr. Krabs: You're right, boy. I appreciate you, Squidward! Squidward: Now I feel complete! Mr. Krabs: Now how about that patty? Jim: Everyone, watch and learn! Bodyguard #1: No one watches Jim. Jim: One patty! The right way. Mr. Krabs: It's a thing of beauty!	What's so great about a Jim Patty anyway? Meh, it's OK. Wow! That was... amazing! Uh, Mr. Jim, sir?
Jim: Oh, hey! You... You're the guy... who sweeps up, right?	I'm the new fry cook, sir.
Jim: Oh! You made that... stepped-on thing I saw earlier, right?	Do you have any tips you can pass on to a rookie?
Jim: Besides don't step on the food?	Please critique my work! I wish to learn at the feet of the master!
Jim: Now that's the way to grovel. I'll do it! The pickle slices were too thick. Jim: Hold it... Hold it... Hold it... Okay. Jim: Now, too much mustard, see? Martin: Oh, man!	Am I a fraud?
Squidward: SpongeBob, what are you doing in there?	Crying my eyes out.

Patrick: Start the boat.

Mrs. Puff. Mrs. Puff!

Mrs. Puff: Whoa-ho! Huh? What?

It's okay, it's only the boat.

Mrs. Puff: The boat? You started the boat?

I... I think so.

Mrs. Puff: Oh. Well... what's the second thing you do?

1924?

Patrick: No, no, put it in drive.

Put it in drive?

Mrs. Puff: Yes, yes, yes! Put it in drive! Then what?

Floor it?

Mrs. Puff: NO! AHH, NO!!! Patrick: FREEZE, MISTER. BIG. TOE. Mrs. Puff: Oh, gracious. Oh, gracious! Oh-oh. Ha-ha! Ah, we haven't crashed yet. Patrick: Okay, you're coming to your first turn. Mrs. Puff: Oh no, the first turn. Please, tell me you know what to do at the first turn! Patrick: Left! Mrs. Puff: Oh! Patrick: Right! Mrs. Puff: Oh! Oh my, this is splendid, SpongeBob. You're doing fine. Montage: Mrs. Puff: Splendid! Wonderful! There's the finish line. It's unbelievable. You've shown the most spectacular improvement of any student I've ever seen. What's your secret? A little radio in your head? Oh, and under that hat is some kind of, uhh, antenna? And some guy miles away from here is giving you all the answers? Oh, yes, but that would be cheating. Patrick: HAHA! CHEATING!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAA!!

I'M CHEATING! Mrs Puff?!

Mrs. Puff: Yes, my star pupil?

I think I'm cheating...

Mrs. Puff: What's that, dear?

I think I am cheating!

Mrs. Puff: You've... you've let go of the wheel.

I do have an antenna under my hat! There is a guy giving me all the answers! It's all true! I'm cheating! I'm cheating! I'm cheating!

Patrick: WHAT!?!

I'm sorry, Mrs. Puff! I'm sorry!

Mrs. Puff: The wheel, SpongeBob! The wheel...

Cheating... I'm a cheater! Cheater...

Mrs. Puff: No, no, no! It's quite alright! You can cheat that way!

No... I'm cheating...!

Mrs. Puff: At least, SpongeBob...

I'm cheating!

Mrs. Puff: Cheat that way!

I'm a cheater, cheater, pumpkin eater!

Mrs. Puff: It's okay to cheat today!

No...!

Mrs. Puff: That way! Cheat that way!

Cheater...!

Mrs. Puff: OOHHH, SpongeBob, WHYYYYY?

Mrs. Puff, I think I cheated.

Fred: My leg!

Uhh, I'm sorry for letting you down again, Mrs. Puff.

Mrs. Puff: It's okay, SpongeBob, you didn't mean it. Okay, boys, take me away.

Don't worry, Mrs. Puff. I'll try harder next semester. It'll be great! Only now I don't even have my bike.

Gary: Meow.

Gary! My bike! You found it! This sponge is still mobile! Alright, let's go surprise someone at the hospital!

Mr. Fitz: Morning, Mrs. Puff. I'm Mr. Fitz. I represent the 'Boating Teachers Accreditation Bureau'. As you know, your teaching certificate is up for renewal. However, we have noticed there have been an unusually large amount of failings from this classroom. Mrs. Puff: That's impossible. In all my years of teaching, only one student has failed my class. Mr. Fitz: Yes, but he's failed 1,258,056 times. Mrs. Puff: You don't understand. SpongeBob is unteachable. Mr. Fitz: We cannot blame the students for the incompetence of the teacher.

Honk honk! Beep beep! I'm ready to drive. Are you ready for my driving test today, Mrs. Puff?

Mr. Fitz: Okay, Mrs. Puff, if SpongeBob fails this test, you will be replaced. Mrs. Puff: Okay, SpongeBob, let's demonstrate for Mr. Fitz everything I've taught you in boating school. Now, what's the first thing we do before we start boating?

Seat-belt-aroony. One second.

Mrs. Puff: Then what do you do?

Start the engine?

Mrs. Puff: Yes.

Now what do I do?

Mrs. Puff: Drive the boat.

Did I pass this time, Mrs. Puff?

Mrs. Puff: No, SpongeBob, you failed.

I failed?

Mr. Fitz: It's not you that failed, SpongeBob. It's Mrs. Puff that's failed you. You are relieved of your teaching duties. Mrs. Puff: I won't be teaching SpongeBob anymore? No more... SpongeBob?! I thought this day would never come. Goodbye, SpongeBob! Have a nice life. Free at last! Free at last!

I got Mrs. Puff fired.

Roderick: Hello, worthless students. I'm your new instructor. No one's ever failed my class... that's lived through it. I can assure you these next 4 weeks will be the worst years of your miserable lives. Your spine will break, your teeth will ache, your eyes will be bloodshot. You will drive out of this school in style. Or you will be carted out in your granny's hand basket. Everyone will follow the rules of the class. First rule: No talking. Nat: Does that mean... Roderick: Second Rule: no eating in my class. Would anyone care for a bon-bon? Monroe: Uhh, I'll eat one. Roderick: Pick your favorite. How's it taste? Monroe: It's a delightful taste sensation. Roderick: No eating in my classroom! Now, if anyone else is man enough to stay in this class... Looks like you're the man, Sponge.

I am?

Roderick: Do you wanna learn how to drive or what?

Yes, sir! I'm ready to drive

Roderick: What do you think you're doing?

Ready for my test, sir.

Roderick: You're not ready to drive yet until you learn that first. This is most grueling driving course ever devised. You will learn every turn, bump, and crack on it. You'll start out crawling it.

Crawl?

Roderick: Hut two. Hut two. Hut two. Hut two.

Left turn. Crack. Bump. Nickel. Hey a nickel!

Roderick: Keep your eyes on the road, cadet.

Pebble! Oh whoa! Oh whoa! Whew!

Roderick: I'm ashamed of you, cadet. Tripped up by a wee pebble. What are you suppose to be learning in my class?

How to drive, sir?

Roderick: Affirmative. But before you learn to drive, you must learn to crawl. Then you learn to walk and then you learn to run. But before you learn to walk, you must learn to crawl. I want you to crawl!

Sir, yes, sir!

Roderick: Now get out there! Every good boater needs to know his vehicle inside and out. Here, go take that boat apart. I'm impressed, son. Put it back together again!

That'll be easy.

Roderick: Are you sure?

Um, yeah. You just put the jigamahoo on the doohicky and uhh... I might need a couple minutes. It's ready, sarge!

Roderick: Jumpin' jellyfish...

Watch for pedestrians. Check mirrors. Observe that speed limit. Watch for pedestrians! So, umm, how'd I do?

Roderick: How'd you do? Why don't you ask the shattered remains of this pedestrian... HOW YOU DID!

Now I know this forwards, backwards, and sideways. Am I ready to get behind the wheel?

Roderick: Not quite. Now do it blindfolded. Narrator: Several days later...

1003, 1004, 1005. Ooh, pebble #143. Ha! You will not trip me up again, pebble #143. 1006, 1007, 1008. Old lady with a ham sandwich. 1009, 1010, 1011, 1012, 1... 13.

Roderick: Congratulations. You're ready to get behind the wheel.

Really? I'm ready! I'm ready. I'm...

Roderick: Let's see what I taught you, laddy.

Yes, sir! Left turn at pebble #143. Kid with a ball. Nice boy.

Roderick: Nice driving. Now parallel park up ahead. Very good. Now, boy, the time has come to show Mr. Fits what you've learn.

Yes, sir! Step 1: seatbelts.

Roderick: Excellent work, cadet. What's next?

Step 2 would be... ignite engine.

Roderick: Step 3?

Step 3 would be... ...engage blindfold.

Roderick: What? You can't drive a boat with a blindfold on. That's illegal.

But I can't do it without a blindfold.

Roderick: Drive, boy! Drive! Roderick: Mayday! Mayday! You're off course. Mrs. Puff: Ah, I feel so serene now that I'm away from that homicidal maniac, SpongeBob. Roderick: The brake son!

Aye aye, sir. There you go, sir. All I had to do was unscrew two of the bolts.

Roderick: I'm gonna stop this thing. Tell my wife I love her. Come get some!

Man down. Man down. Sorry, excuse me. Sorry.

Patrick: Hey, SpongeBob!

Sorry, Patrick, I can't stop the boat right now. I can't see! I can't see!

Patrick: My pants!

Hey, I can't see! Did I pass?

Mr. Fitz: Well, if there was a 'destroy the city' part of the test, you would have. Patrick: The nerve of some people. Mr. Fitz: Sorry, SpongeBob, you failed again. Even our finest instructor could not teach you. Mrs. Puff, you're hired again.

Hey, Mrs. Puff! Sorry I'm unteachable.

Mrs. Puff: It's okay. Mr. Fitz gave me my teaching certificate back. And your dossier was destroyed in the explosion, so it's as if you never failed.

I got you a welcome back gift, Mrs. Puff. I found all the pieces and glued them back together. I promise it won't take me a million tries this time.

Narrator: Ah... the Bikini Bottom Zoo is having its annual Free Day. Free balloons... Narrator: Free drinks... Narrator: Free light bulbs? Mr. Krabs: Aha! Top of the mornin', boys! Whew! Next stop: gift shop.

There it is... Oyster Stadium. Not only do they have the largest oyster held in captivity, it also does tricks! He spits a giant pearl 100 feet in the air, like a cannonball!

Patrick: Why are we hanging around watching a cheap imitation? Let's get over there! SpongeBob and Patrick: This is the greatest day of our lives! Patrick: This is the greatest day of our lives? Boring.

You're right, Patrick. We came to see pearls 100 feet in the air! Right? I'll try my oyster call.

Patrick: Well, I'm outta here. Thanks for nothin', SpongeBob.

Come on, come on, wake up already! I think it's working! Hey, Patrick, it's waking up!

Patrick: Oh, boy, did I miss it?

No, the show's about to begin!

Zoo Worker #1: What's wrong with Clamu? Joe: Easy, girl! It's me, Joe! Remember? Patrick: Now, this is a show! Announcer: Attention, zoo patrons! Clamu, the giant oyster is on an emotional rampage! Please scream and run around in circles. Thanks for coming. Zoo Worker #1: You boys better get out of this area, pronto! There's nothing more dangerous than an emotionally disturbed oyster. You didn't do anything that might have caused this horrible tragedy, did you?

Uh...

Patrick: No way! Only a jerk would upset a gentle giant. Right, SpongeBob?

Right.

Patrick: Man, if I ever see the guy who upset Clamu, I'd have a few choice words for him, like you... and... are ... and... a jerk! Are you sure you didn't see anything suspicious?

I already said I didn't, Patrick, sheesh!

Patrick: Hey, let's investigate this crime and catch the lowlife who's responsible!

Give it a rest, Patrick! There's no crime to investigate! Now go home! Stupid Patrick... I didn't do anything wrong! Aw, what am I getting so worked up about? I'm sure that by tomorrow, this whole ugly mess will be a funny memory.

Johnny: Our top story tonight: giant oyster has its feelings hurt! The only clue that could be found was this lone peanut! And as you can hear, the oyster continues to emit its horrible cry. A cry so powerful, it can be heard around the world. A cry that not only breaks the sound barrier, it breaks the hearts of our citizens! What kind of cruel, careless, evil person would deliberately upset one of Neptune's most gentle creatures? Gary: Meow?

No, Gary! How would I know anything about the oyster?

Gary: Meow.

Defensive? I'm not being defensive! Barnacles! What is this, 20 Questions or something? This is getting a little out of hand. All I did was throw a peanut. I didn't mean to make the oyster cry! I just wanted to see it perform spectacular stunts! Aw, everyone's gonna hate me! I-I need some advice! Now, let's see now. Who could never hate me no matter what I do? Squidward! Squidward! Oh, Squidward!

Squidward: SpongeBob! Do you have to knock so loudly?!

Sorry, neighbor.

Squidward: Oh... that overgrown clam is giving me a headache! I can't even take my afternoon beauty nap!

Funny thing you should mention that old oyster, because I... uh... was kind of wondering, um... Let's say I know this guy who may have something to do with the oyster.

Squidward: Oh, this is great! You and I can go turn him in! And then I'll get so much sleep, I'll be gorgeous!

Um, actually, I-I'm just talking hypothetically.

Squidward: You mean you don't know who did it?

Well, um... I... uh... no. Squidward?

Patrick: Gotcha! Patrick: Where were you on the day of today? Don't play games with me, mister!

Hey, Patrick, what are you doing?

Patrick: Oh, hi, SpongeBob. I'm just continuing my investigation of the Great Clamu Caper!

Um... have you found out anything?

Patrick: Yes! No, wait, uh... no. But this grain of sand looks pretty suspicious, and so does this rock! And I've got a few questions for this little piece of grass! Don't worry, SpongeBob! Patrick's on the case! The truth will be revealed!

I better go see Sandy, she'll know what to do!

Sandy: Oh, I can't stand it anymore! That poor, poor critter! What kind of inconsiderate person would upset such a gentle creature?

Uh, that's kind of what I wanted to talk about, Sandy.

Sandy: Why, when I find out who caused that oyster so much pain, no more jiggery pokery! Sandy: Now, what was it you wanted to talk about, SpongeBob? Sandy: Hey, SpongeBob, how come you're all twitchy like that?

Twitchy? Twitchy? Who's twitchy? I'm not twitchy! Sorry, Sandy, I have to, um... um... go get my hair cut.

Sandy: SpongeBob doesn't have hair... or does he? Patrick: Hey, SpongeBob! This is it! All of the clues are coming together. I followed these footprints right to this exact spot, and then, right where you're standing, I found this bag of peanuts! Ha! Oh, I'm so close to solving this crime, I can almost taste it! Boy, crime fighting sure makes me hungry, and this yellow Popsicle hits the spot!

Okay, uh, good luck with all that, Patrick, and, uh, I guess I'll see you later!

Police Fish #1: Open up! This is the police!

Uh, uh, just a second!

Policefish #1: Are you SpongeBob SquarePants?

Y-y-yes?

Policefish #1: Put those eyeballs back in your head, son. We've got a few questions for you. Policefish #1: Were you at the zoo on the day of the oyster incident?

Y-yes!

Policefish #1: Did you, or did you not take part in various activities of zoo-time merriment?

Yes...

Policefish #1: And are you familiar with... this peanut?

Yes!

Policefish #1: Just one more question... Is it true that you were at the oyster's lair with a Mr. Patrick Star?

Yes! Yes! It's true! It's true! It's all true! The merriment, the peanut, the Patrick!

Policefish #1: That's all we need to know, son. Let's book 'im! Patrick: Wow, you guys are good! I'm the last person I would have suspected, but I was looking for me all the time! It's the perfect crime! Policefish #1: Yeah, yeah, tell it to the judge, pinky!

Oh, no! Patrick's too sensitive for the big house! Wait! Stop! I'm the one you want! I am the criminal!

Sandals: Hey, everybody, let's throw peanuts at him and see how he likes it! Patrick: I get what I deserve! Ouch.

Wait! Hold your peanuts! Patrick Star is innocent! I have come here to reveal the truth! They say that truth and honesty will be rewarded with trust and forgiveness!

Patrick: Dum, dum, dum dum, de, dum...

I'm here to lay my cards on the table, to trim the branches of deception from the tree of life, to shave away the unkempt sideburns from the face of truth! I...

Sandals: Hey! Just get on with it!

I am the one who threw the peanut! I know now that what I have done is wrong. And so I say, I am sorry, giant performing oyster. I am sorry, Patrick. I am sorry, citizens of Bikini Bottom.

Sandals: Hey! Let's throw peanuts at both of them! Zoo Worker #1: Wait! Here's the real criminal! Mr. Krabs: Uh, top of the mornin'!

Mr. Krabs!

Patrick: I knew it! Zoo Worker #1: Mr. Krabs has stolen a very important item from the oyster. Behold! Wait a minute... Behold! The oyster's pearl! Here you go, girl. Baby Oyster: Mama! Mama!

Mother of pearl! The oyster's a mother! And that pearl's no pearl, it's an egg!

Baby Oyster: Mama! Clamu: Aww! All: Awww... Mr. Krabs: But it's... Free Day! Old Man Jenkins: I just can't decide what to order. Squidward: You already ordered. Old Man Jenkins: Don't rush me, young lady! Squidward: Hurry up, SpongeBob! Squidward: What is taking you so long?

I'm adding the love!

Squidward: You're not being paid to love.

Well, I'm not here for the money. I'll always treasure these moments we had together.

Squidward: Look!

Awww...

Mr. Krabs: Well, I'll be cooked in butter! It's Jim, the Original Fry Cook! Jim: Krabs!

The Jim? He who flipped patties in the before time?

Mr. Krabs: You're doin' well, Jim. Is that limo solid gold?! Jim: It sure is. I was on my way to my solid gold mansion next to my solid gold lake, when I thought I'd take a trip down memory lane. Squidward: Good ol' Jim. When you worked here, the place had class.

Yeah. When this place had class... Well, we've had some good times, too. Right, Squidward?

Squidward: No. [Jim walks up to the Employee of the Month wall. Jim: Hey, that's new. Employee of the Month, huh?

That's me!

Mr. Krabs: Don't worry, Jim. No one could ever replace you. The original is still underneath. Mr. Krabs: Your Best Employee Ever award! SpongeBob! Sweep up this mess while Jim and I catch up.

Yes, sir.

Jim: After I left The Krusty Krab I worked at some of the finest restaurants around the world. I got so successful, I was able to retire in luxury.

Would you sign my Krabby Patty?

Jim: Oh, I... Don't sign what I didn't make. Mr. Krabs: Hey, bigshot! Why don't you step behind the fryer for old time's sake? Jim: You're on, Krabs! But I'll have to charge you! Mr. Krabs: Aye, you always knew how to make me laugh. You just don't find employees like that anymore.

Yeah. Not unless you look right in front of you!

Mr. Krabs: You're right, boy. I appreciate you, Squidward! Squidward: Now I feel complete! Mr. Krabs: Now how about that patty? Jim: Everyone, watch and learn! Bodyguard #1: No one watches Jim. Jim: One patty! The right way. Mr. Krabs: It's a thing of beauty!

What's so great about a Jim Patty anyway? Meh, it's OK. Wow! That was... amazing! Uh, Mr. Jim, sir?

Jim: Oh, hey! You... You're the guy... who sweeps up, right?

I'm the new fry cook, sir.

Jim: Oh! You made that... stepped-on thing I saw earlier, right?

Do you have any tips you can pass on to a rookie?

Jim: Besides don't step on the food?

Please critique my work! I wish to learn at the feet of the master!

Jim: Now that's the way to grovel. I'll do it! The pickle slices were too thick. Jim: Hold it... Hold it... Hold it... Okay. Jim: Now, too much mustard, see? Martin: Oh, man!

Am I a fraud?

Squidward: SpongeBob, what are you doing in there?

Crying my eyes out.