rqchao/spongebob · Datasets at Hugging Face

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Squidward: Well, hurry up. I gotta cry, too.	Why, Squidward?
Squidward: Because when Jim leaves, I'll be stuck with you again!	Don't worry, Squidward. Jim won't be leaving. He's taking my job. I'm the one who's leaving!
Squidward: Really? Yes! Ha, cha-cha! Ha, cha-cha! Ha, cha-cha! Whoo-hoo-hoo! Hee, hee, Ha! Ha!	The Krusty Krab deserves better than my meager skills. I should be professional. I must... resign. Dear Mr. Krabs,...
Mr. Krabs: Three cheers for the world's greatest fry cook... SpongeBob!	Me?
Mr. Krabs: Come here. Help us cheer for Jim. All But Mr. Krabs and Squidward: Hip, hip, Hooray!	Goodbye, grill. Goodbye, pot. Goodbye, pan. So long, fry fat. Goodbye, grease stain. Goodbye, frozen patty #1. Goodbye, frozen patty #2.
Narrator: 298 frozen patties later...	Goodbye, freezer.
Mr. Krabs: SpongeBob? SpongeBob? That smells like a resignation letter. SpongeBob's resignation? Oh, this is terrible! No one's making patties! And that mean I'm not making money! Jim: Hey, Eugene, where's that little fry cook of yours? Mr. Krabs: He thinks you're taking his job, so he's run off! Jim: Hey, great idea! And you can give me a raise!	Look at them. Mr. Krabs is probably offering Jim my job right now.
Mr. Krabs: Well, I better go find him. SpongeBob!	Don't worry, Mr. Krabs. I was just leaving. I'm not fit to inhabit the same kitchen as Jim. So it is with a heavy heart that I relinquish my position as fry cook.
Jim: What are you thinking, SpongeBob? I'm not taking your job.	But you're the greatest fry cook in the world! The Krusty Krab deserves better than me.
Jim: Both those statements are true, SpongeBob, but there's a reason I left the Krusty Krab. It all started on a warm summer evening. Business was slow, so Squidward and I were having one of our famous bull sessions. We should open our own restaurant and stop relying on old man K's pockets. Squidward: No, thanks. I'm just doing this until my clarinet career takes off. Jim: What if it never does? Don't you wanna have something to fall back on? Squidward: Yeah! Ha! I could lose my beautiful, flowing hair, too, but I'm not buying a wig yet. Jim: Well, while you go wig shopping, I'm gonna go talk to Mr. Krabs. Hey, Mr. Krabs, you gotta second? Mr. Krabs: Anything for you, Jimmy, me boy. Cop a squat and lay your wreck and tell me what's on your wig, Jim. Jim: Cut the gas, Krabs, and dig this: I've been bustin' my conk for you. You better lay on some extra gravy, or I'm going to agitate the gravel. Mr. Krabs: What now? Jim: You know, lay a patch. Mr. Krabs: 'Scuse me? Jim: Give me a raise, or I'm quitting. Mr. Krabs: A raise? That's not in my Hiptionary. Help me get with it, Jack. Jim: Stop talking like that. Mr. Krabs: These sideburns aren't real. Jim: I need more money in my paycheck at the end of every week, capiche? Squidward: My hair! My beautiful hair! My hair! My hair! Mr. Krabs: Aye, it's still as funny today as it was then. Mr. Krabs: You see, SpongeBob, you've got one quality Jim will never have: you're cheap!	Wow! I never thought about it that way!
Mr. Krabs: So, you'll stay?	Aye, aye, Mr. Krabs.
Mr. Krabs: Then back to work! Jim: Well, Eugene, looks like you've got yourself another sucker. The kid's a good fry cook, but he'll only be a great fry cook when he finally gets the guts to quit this dump. Good luck, SpongeBob. You're gonna need it.	The Krusty Krab isn't a dump.
Mr. Krabs: Oh, she's a dump, alright. But she's my dump.	Oh. Excuse me, miss?
Nancy: I don't want to have to report you again.	I was just wondering... ...is it the homework pencil on the left side of the paper next to the quiz pencil, or over on the right side all by itself? Or...
Nancy: I think it goes stuck inside your...	Wait, I got it! The quiz pencil goes right over here next to the essay pencil and the essay pencil gets turned sideways toward the notepad, just in case I have to write an essay.
Mrs. Puff: Good morning class. Sorry I'm late. I got caught in traffic on the way in here when that whole 'I'm-going-to-be-doing-this-for-the-rest-of-my-life' thing reared its ugly head and I... Anyway, we have a new student starting today, so let's all put on a happy face for Flats the flounder. Tell the class something about yourself, Flats. Flats: Well, I like to kick people's butts. Mrs. Puff: What a card! Now Flats, it's time to pick your seat. Just go ahead and sit anywhere you'd like. Okay class, as you remember last week...	Hi! I'm SpongeBob!
Flats: Hi, SpongeBob. I'm gonna kick your butt.	That joke was almost funnier the second time.
Flats: No. I mean it.	That time it almost seemed like... ...you did mean it. Mrs. Puff?
Mrs. Puff: Yes, SpongeBob?	Can I be excused for the rest of my life?
Mrs. Puff: Why no, SpongeBob. I'm in the middle of a coffee-fueled sermon right now. You can't afford to miss this information.	Yes, Mrs. Puff. Sorry, Mrs. Puff.
Mrs. Puff: Now, can I please have a volunteer to come up to the board? How about you, Flats? Please draw for us a diagram of a basic four-way intersection, Flats. Please turn and show the class what you drew, honey. My, how very creative! We have an artist in the class.	I just don't understand. Why would Flats want to kick my butt? I haven't said two words to the guy! One... two... OH NO! THAT'S THREE! What am I going to do? What was that? Someone's coming. They're getting closer. I've just got to act natural.
Martin: Oh, that's real nice.	Phew, I thought for sure that was gonna be... Flats! Uh, hello, sir. Kick any good butts lately? Yeah, I remember last week, I was kicking this guy's butt real good. And he leans over and says, 'Hey, you know, life's like a bucket of wood shavings. Except for when the shavings are in a pail, then it's like a pail of wood shavings!
Flats: Hey, that story really speaks to me.	Really? What's it say?
Flats: It says now, I'm gonna kick your butt twice as hard.	...and I leave Gary's water bowl to Gary, and my curtains to... oh Neptune, I just can't do this. Death row, next in line speaking.
Patrick: Hi, I'd like to place an order for delivery.	Patrick? Is that you?
Patrick: Yeah, hey Mario. Let me get a large double olive, double-	Patrick, listen! It's me, SpongeBob! I need your help!
Patrick: You're working at Pizza Castle now?	What? No, listen! I'm in big trouble. There's a new guy at school here and he wants to kick my butt! Listen, you're big and strong, do you think you could come down here and maybe rough him a bit? Just to get him off my back? Please, Patrick, I'm so scared, it feels like I'm gonna throw up.
Patrick: No, they're not closed. I know, you want olives.	Patrick, you there?
Patrick: Oh, I'm sorry, SpongeBob. I was just talking to my old community college buddy, Flats. I bumped into him at the soda store, isn't that funny? It must have been years since we've seen each other. Well, let me get going. He's got to go back to school soon. He says he's got to kick somebody's butt! Hellllo? Is this Pizza Castle?! Mrs. Puff: Come in, SpongeBob.	Mrs. Puff, can I be in a different class?
Mrs. Puff: But why?	I can't tell you.
Mrs. Puff: Why ever not?	I just can't, Mrs. Puff. My physical being is at stake, let's just leave it at that.
Mrs. Puff: SpongeBob, you can tell me anything. You've got to believe that.	Well, okay. But only if you promise to keep it between us.
Mrs. Puff: Of course.	Flats says he's going to kick my butt!
Mrs. Puff: What?! There shall be no butt-kicking in any class of mine. This is an adult program. SpongeBob, just leave it to me!	Aw, thanks Mrs. Puff. I knew I could count on you.
Mrs. Puff: Have a nice lunch, SpongeBob?	Yes, Mrs. Puff!
Mrs. Puff: SpongeBob, I talked to Flats for you. I used your name. It was all a misunderstanding.	YOU WHAT?!?!?!
Mrs. Puff: He was never going to kick your butt at all! You see SpongeBob, Flats is from a town where kicking someone's butt means that he wants to be your friend. And maybe play some sports with you on weekends.	I've got diarrhea! Huh? Are you Flats' dad?
Flats' Dad: Why, yes I am.	Okay, see, I didn't know where else to turn! Patrick couldn't help me, and Mrs. Puff only made it worse. I sit next to your son Flats in school, and he is a fine boy and all, and I don't want you to take this the wrong way, but he wants to kick my butt.
Flats: Dad, what're you doing? Flats' Dad: Uhh, nothing, son. Flats: What did I tell you about talking to strangers? Flats' Dad: Now he's gonna kick my butt!	AAAAAAAHHH! OUT OF MY WAY! OUT OF MY WAY! Can't you see he's going to kick my butt?!
Lonnie: Hi there, young people, nice day today. Harold: So, you like kicking butts, do ya?! Well, we'll show you, old man!	Okay, okay, I got to skip town, start a new life, live under an assumed name! BobPants SpongeSquare. Yeah, that's good. Grow a beard, and then shave it off, and live happily ever after.
Flats: Yeah, except you forgot the part where I kick your butt!	Hey, Flats... you feeling better?
Flats: What? Where am I? Purple Doctorfish: Why, you're in the hospital. This young boy saved your life. He performed CPR for five hours straight.	Yeah. They said you'd be okay after the first few minutes, but I just wanted to be sure.
Flats: Wow, I'm touched. I'll have to remember that when I'm kicking your butt. Those flowers for me?	AAAAAAAHHH! He's still gonna kick my butt!
Harold: How many times do we have to teach you this lesson, old man?! Lonnie: I love the young people.	Oh Gary, I'm too young to have my butt kicked! There are so many things in life I haven't gotten to do! Hang on, I'll transfer your call. Who is it! 'AHH!!! Flats!!
Flats: It's butt-kicking time.	Gary, there's something I want you to know, but I'm too scared to remember what it is!
Flats: Let's do it!	Go away, Gary. I don't want you to see this. It'll be ugly.
Flats: Are you ready?	Hold on. Okay, I'm ready. I said I'm ready. Didn't you hear me? I said I'm ready. That tickles! Gary, I'm absorbing his blows like I was made of some kind of... spongy material! Do you know what that means? I get to go to work tomorrow! Flats, are you okay? Do not cheer me, my fellow adult classmates. Flats was the real victim here. A victim of a society that's riding down a violent road to nowhere; a road I call... ...'violence road'.
Mrs. Puff: Sorry I'm late, class, I... SpongeBob! I can't believe you beat up a new student! I'm going to kick your butt! Narrator: Ahh, lunchtime at the Krusty Krab. Everyone is enjoying their Krabby Patties. Huh?! What's this? Mr. Krabs: Can you spot him, Mr. Squidward? Squidward: Down there, sir! Narrator: There appears to be a Krabby Patty napping in progress! There can only be one culprit: Plankton! Plankton: Finally, victory is mine! I win, I win, I win! Squidward: He got away, sir. Mr. Krabs: No! He's finally stolen me secret recipe! Narrator: Perhaps not, Monsieur Krabs, for it's... ...SpongeBob SquarePants!	A-ha! Hey! Okay, that's far enough! Huh? Tartar sauce!
Cowboy: Yeehaw!	Have you seen a Krabby Patty? It's about this tall and... Wow, a magic shop! Are you a magician? One time, I saw this magician and he did this thing...anyway, and then he told us, If you believe in yourself and with a tiny pinch of magic, all of your dreams can come true.
Plankton: Argh! I can't take it!	Plankton! It's you!
Plankton: Yes! And after all these years, I thought I was the master of torture. But that... that just wasn't fair! Here. Take the stupid patty, I don't want the secret recipe anyway. I guess my restaurant will never be as good as the Krusty Krab. You don't know what it's like to be a loser.	Aww, cheer up, Plankton. I think you're a winner.
Plankton: Wh-what did you say?	I said, you're a--
All: Loser! Squidward: How does it feel to be the most hated thing in Bikini Bottom, Plankton?! It hurts, doesn't it?! I know! Policeman: Yeah, and for running you out, we're going to make this kid honorary town rookie of the day. Squidward, Mr. Krabs, the policeman, Fred, Tammy, Joe, Millie, Ricardo, and Stella: ♪For he's a jolly good rookie, for he's a jolly good rookie, for he's a jolly good rookie...♪	I'll bet if he had just one friend, he wouldn't be such a meanie.
All: Which no... whatever. Plankton: A customer? Our special today is chum... ...balaya.	Hi, Mr. Plankton.
Plankton: Haven't you degraded me enough for one day?	No. I mean...I want you to come out and play with me.
Plankton: What?	Play with me.
Plankton: You know how to induce thermonuclear fusion?	No, but I like to go jelly...
Plankton: That naïve cube! How long must I suffer this? Karen: You're not letting him leave, are you? Can't you see? This is the perfect opportunity for revenge! Plankton: Elaborate. Karen: Befriend the SpongeBob, then when the time is just right, take the Krabby Patty! Plankton: Take the Krabby Patty? Karen: Get moving, genius, don't let him get away.	...fishing with my friends at Jellyfish Fields.
Plankton: Alright, SpongeBob, I'll play your little game.	Great! Last one to the fields is a rotten clam! So, I get the big net and you get the little net.
Plankton: What happens after we eat 'em?	You don't eat 'em, you catch 'em, like this! Like that.
Plankton: And?	And then you throw them back. But watch out for the stingers!
Plankton: Stingers? All knees will bow to Plankton! Hail, Plankton! I win, I win!	It's not about winning, it's about fun!
Plankton: What's that?	Fun is when you... fun is... it's like... it's kinda... sorta like a... What is fun? Let me spell it for you. ♪F is for friends who do stuff together, U is for you and me, N is for anywhere, anytime at all!♪
Clams: ♪Down here in the deep blue sea.♪ Plankton: ♪F is for fire that burns down the whole town, U is for uranium... bombs! N is for no survivors, when you-♪	Plankton! Those things aren't what fun is all about. Now, do it like this: ♪F is for friends who do stuff to-♪
Plankton: Never! That's completely idiotic!	Here, let me help you. ♪F is for friends who do stuff together, U is for you and me.♪ Try it!
Plankton: ♪N is for anywhere, anytime at all!♪ Clams: ♪Down here in the deep blue sea!♪ Plankton: Wait, I don't understand this, I feel all tingly inside. Should we stop?	No! That's how you're suppose to feel!
Plankton: Well, I like it. Let's do it again!	Okay!
SpongeBob and Plankton: ♪F is for frolic through all the flowers, U is for ukulele. N is nose-picking, chewing gum, and sand-licking, here with my best buddy. Hahahahahahahaha!♪ Mr. Krabs: Arrgh, mutiny. Plankton: And after that, we frolicked through the flowers, and then we... Karen: Sounds like fun. Plankton: Well, the really fun part was when we... Karen: What did you do with the Krabby Patty? Plankton: The what? Karen: The Krabby Patty, remember? Plankton: You can't rush these things, you know. Karen: You're forgetting about the mission! Plankton: What are you talking about? Karen: You're going native, Plankton! Look at yourself! Plankton: What? Mr. Krabs: I haven't seen Plankton in a while. He must be scheming.	Who knows? Maybe he's changed.
Mr. Krabs: Who knows? I think you knows!	He's changed, I tell you!
Plankton: SpongeBuddy! Yoo-hoo!	Plankton-buddy! Let’s go! I forgot this is a no friend zone!
Mr. Krabs: SpongeBob, may I speak to you in private. You won't mind if I set this here, will you?	What's this all about, Mr. Krabs?
Mr. Krabs: He's a thief. Look at the lust in his eye, he's...	Why can't you just accept our friendship?
Mr. Krabs: He's just after me recipe. I'll prove it to you. Ah, you must be hungry after that long walk over here. Plankton: Oh, yes, but I'm saving my appetite for some popcorn at the movies. Mr. Krabs: Uhh... suit yourself.	We've had enough of your little tests, Mr. Krabs! Come on, Plankton, let's get out of here.
Mr. Krabs: Maybe the lad was right. Maybe Plankton's gone straight. And maybe scallops will fly out of my pants! Hang on there, laddie, I'm a-comin!	I sure like sequels, Plankton. Hey, Bubble Bass, you're sitting on my friend. Hey, Bubble Bass!
Plankton: Thanks for that, friend.	Sure thing.
Mr. Krabs: Listen up!	Mr. Krabs?
Mr. Krabs: He's deceiving ya! Reach into his pocket now and take what he's got! You too, boy!	I can't believe this!
Plankton: It's not what you think.	What is it then? Tell me what you see here!
Plankton: I... I don't see anything.	How can you not see it!?
Plankton: Okay, okay, I see it! It's a Krabby Patty, okay? I couldn't help it.	But we sang The F.U.N. Song! I think I'm gonna be sick. How long?
Plankton: How long what?	How long were you planning on doing this?! Tell me! What?!
Plankton: All right, it's true! I tricked you to get the Krabby Patty! But then you showed me friendship! And now I realize... that's all I really wanted!	Really?
Plankton: No, not really. Being evil is too much fun! Movie Woman: Oh, darling, I know that nothing could ever tear us apart.	Mr. Krabs, he's gone. He got the patty. He won.
Mr Krabs: Ho-ho, no he didn't, boy! Don't you know what’s behind these screens? Solid concrete!	I'm sorry, Mr. Krabs. I thought Plankton had changed.
Mr. Krabs: Don't blame him, lad. No friendship could withstand the allure of a Krabby Patty! Now let's go back to the Krusty Krab and have a fresh one on me!	Aye, aye, Mr. Krabs!
Mr. Krabs: Well, maybe on a discount. Plankton: Huh?	Good morning, pineapple! Good morning, Gary!
Gary: Meow.	Good morning, world! I'm ready! World?
Squidward: Talk to me. Delivery Man: Package, sir. Squidward: A-ha! I can't believe it's finally here! Delivery Man: Here ya go! Squidward: Oh, thank you, thank you, thank you. Delivery Man: Thank you, Mr... mmm... Tennisballs. Squidward: That's Tentacles!	Squidward's last name is Tentacles?
Patrick: Poor guy. Hey, check out Squidward's new snail.	Fancy. So that's what came in the mail. Looks like Gary has a new little playmate.
Squidward: Pfft, dream on, SpongeBob. I wouldn't let Snellie here play with that mongrel mutt. She's a purebred. Patrick: Wow, a snail made out of bread. Squidward: No! Purebred means she is of the highest pedigree. See? She even has her own papers. So if you'll excuse us, Snellie has to start her training.	Training?
Squidward: For Bikini Bottom's snail race. Snellie will be winning this Sunday. Patrick: Sunday?	Well, I guess I can't enter Gary in that. Sunday's laundry day!
Squidward: No, SpongeBob. You can't enter Gary because Gary's a mutt.	Boy, you got that right. Gary's no... hey! What makes you so sure Gary couldn't win that race?
Squidward: Papers. Patrick: Hmmm. 'Property of Squidward... Tentpoles.' Squidward: That's Tennisballs... de-derr, Tentacles! Come on, Snellie.	You know what? I'm starting to get the idea that Squidward thinks his snail is better than mine.
Patrick: No!	Patrick, are you thinking what I'm thinking?
Patrick: Yeah, I should get a snail and enter it in that race and beat Squidward!	Are you thinking what I'm thinking? No, no, no! I'm thinking about entering you in that race and beating Squidward's snail! Looks like we're going to start our training now, ladies! I call you a lady to humiliate and demean you. It's a motivational tool we coaches use.
Sandy: Hmm... I don't know why, but I think I'll kick SpongeBob's butt tomorrow.	Kelp powder for muscle mass. Raw eggs, 'cause they're cliché. And nails for toughness.
Gary: Meow.	Of course, I expect you to eat this. It's scientifically designed to help you win tomorrow. Gary? Wow, pretty good time.
Patrick: Hey SpongeBob, check out my new snail.	Patrick, your snail is a rock.
Patrick: Yeah, thanks, I know. He's got nerves of steel. See you at the big race.	Boy, the competition's getting tough. That's it, Gary. We are going to start some serious training right now.
Gary: Meow.	Alright Gary, let's start with some sprints. On your mark. Get set. Go! Go Gary, go! Come on, go, Gary! It's all yours, Gary! Gary? Come on Gary, the big race is tomorrow. You got to start training if you want to win.

Squidward: Well, hurry up. I gotta cry, too.

Why, Squidward?

Squidward: Because when Jim leaves, I'll be stuck with you again!

Don't worry, Squidward. Jim won't be leaving. He's taking my job. I'm the one who's leaving!

Squidward: Really? Yes! Ha, cha-cha! Ha, cha-cha! Ha, cha-cha! Whoo-hoo-hoo! Hee, hee, Ha! Ha!

The Krusty Krab deserves better than my meager skills. I should be professional. I must... resign. Dear Mr. Krabs,...

Mr. Krabs: Three cheers for the world's greatest fry cook... SpongeBob!

Me?

Mr. Krabs: Come here. Help us cheer for Jim. All But Mr. Krabs and Squidward: Hip, hip, Hooray!

Goodbye, grill. Goodbye, pot. Goodbye, pan. So long, fry fat. Goodbye, grease stain. Goodbye, frozen patty #1. Goodbye, frozen patty #2.

Narrator: 298 frozen patties later...

Goodbye, freezer.

Mr. Krabs: SpongeBob? SpongeBob? That smells like a resignation letter. SpongeBob's resignation? Oh, this is terrible! No one's making patties! And that mean I'm not making money! Jim: Hey, Eugene, where's that little fry cook of yours? Mr. Krabs: He thinks you're taking his job, so he's run off! Jim: Hey, great idea! And you can give me a raise!

Look at them. Mr. Krabs is probably offering Jim my job right now.

Mr. Krabs: Well, I better go find him. SpongeBob!

Don't worry, Mr. Krabs. I was just leaving. I'm not fit to inhabit the same kitchen as Jim. So it is with a heavy heart that I relinquish my position as fry cook.

Jim: What are you thinking, SpongeBob? I'm not taking your job.

But you're the greatest fry cook in the world! The Krusty Krab deserves better than me.

Jim: Both those statements are true, SpongeBob, but there's a reason I left the Krusty Krab. It all started on a warm summer evening. Business was slow, so Squidward and I were having one of our famous bull sessions. We should open our own restaurant and stop relying on old man K's pockets. Squidward: No, thanks. I'm just doing this until my clarinet career takes off. Jim: What if it never does? Don't you wanna have something to fall back on? Squidward: Yeah! Ha! I could lose my beautiful, flowing hair, too, but I'm not buying a wig yet. Jim: Well, while you go wig shopping, I'm gonna go talk to Mr. Krabs. Hey, Mr. Krabs, you gotta second? Mr. Krabs: Anything for you, Jimmy, me boy. Cop a squat and lay your wreck and tell me what's on your wig, Jim. Jim: Cut the gas, Krabs, and dig this: I've been bustin' my conk for you. You better lay on some extra gravy, or I'm going to agitate the gravel. Mr. Krabs: What now? Jim: You know, lay a patch. Mr. Krabs: 'Scuse me? Jim: Give me a raise, or I'm quitting. Mr. Krabs: A raise? That's not in my Hiptionary. Help me get with it, Jack. Jim: Stop talking like that. Mr. Krabs: These sideburns aren't real. Jim: I need more money in my paycheck at the end of every week, capiche? Squidward: My hair! My beautiful hair! My hair! My hair! Mr. Krabs: Aye, it's still as funny today as it was then. Mr. Krabs: You see, SpongeBob, you've got one quality Jim will never have: you're cheap!

Wow! I never thought about it that way!

Mr. Krabs: So, you'll stay?

Aye, aye, Mr. Krabs.

Mr. Krabs: Then back to work! Jim: Well, Eugene, looks like you've got yourself another sucker. The kid's a good fry cook, but he'll only be a great fry cook when he finally gets the guts to quit this dump. Good luck, SpongeBob. You're gonna need it.

The Krusty Krab isn't a dump.

Mr. Krabs: Oh, she's a dump, alright. But she's my dump.

Oh. Excuse me, miss?

Nancy: I don't want to have to report you again.

I was just wondering... ...is it the homework pencil on the left side of the paper next to the quiz pencil, or over on the right side all by itself? Or...

Nancy: I think it goes stuck inside your...

Wait, I got it! The quiz pencil goes right over here next to the essay pencil and the essay pencil gets turned sideways toward the notepad, just in case I have to write an essay.

Mrs. Puff: Good morning class. Sorry I'm late. I got caught in traffic on the way in here when that whole 'I'm-going-to-be-doing-this-for-the-rest-of-my-life' thing reared its ugly head and I... Anyway, we have a new student starting today, so let's all put on a happy face for Flats the flounder. Tell the class something about yourself, Flats. Flats: Well, I like to kick people's butts. Mrs. Puff: What a card! Now Flats, it's time to pick your seat. Just go ahead and sit anywhere you'd like. Okay class, as you remember last week...

Hi! I'm SpongeBob!

Flats: Hi, SpongeBob. I'm gonna kick your butt.

That joke was almost funnier the second time.

Flats: No. I mean it.

That time it almost seemed like... ...you did mean it. Mrs. Puff?

Mrs. Puff: Yes, SpongeBob?

Can I be excused for the rest of my life?

Mrs. Puff: Why no, SpongeBob. I'm in the middle of a coffee-fueled sermon right now. You can't afford to miss this information.

Yes, Mrs. Puff. Sorry, Mrs. Puff.

Mrs. Puff: Now, can I please have a volunteer to come up to the board? How about you, Flats? Please draw for us a diagram of a basic four-way intersection, Flats. Please turn and show the class what you drew, honey. My, how very creative! We have an artist in the class.

I just don't understand. Why would Flats want to kick my butt? I haven't said two words to the guy! One... two... OH NO! THAT'S THREE! What am I going to do? What was that? Someone's coming. They're getting closer. I've just got to act natural.

Martin: Oh, that's real nice.

Phew, I thought for sure that was gonna be... Flats! Uh, hello, sir. Kick any good butts lately? Yeah, I remember last week, I was kicking this guy's butt real good. And he leans over and says, 'Hey, you know, life's like a bucket of wood shavings. Except for when the shavings are in a pail, then it's like a pail of wood shavings!

Flats: Hey, that story really speaks to me.

Really? What's it say?

Flats: It says now, I'm gonna kick your butt twice as hard.

...and I leave Gary's water bowl to Gary, and my curtains to... oh Neptune, I just can't do this. Death row, next in line speaking.

Patrick: Hi, I'd like to place an order for delivery.

Patrick? Is that you?

Patrick: Yeah, hey Mario. Let me get a large double olive, double-

Patrick, listen! It's me, SpongeBob! I need your help!

Patrick: You're working at Pizza Castle now?

What? No, listen! I'm in big trouble. There's a new guy at school here and he wants to kick my butt! Listen, you're big and strong, do you think you could come down here and maybe rough him a bit? Just to get him off my back? Please, Patrick, I'm so scared, it feels like I'm gonna throw up.

Patrick: No, they're not closed. I know, you want olives.

Patrick, you there?

Patrick: Oh, I'm sorry, SpongeBob. I was just talking to my old community college buddy, Flats. I bumped into him at the soda store, isn't that funny? It must have been years since we've seen each other. Well, let me get going. He's got to go back to school soon. He says he's got to kick somebody's butt! Hellllo? Is this Pizza Castle?! Mrs. Puff: Come in, SpongeBob.

Mrs. Puff, can I be in a different class?

Mrs. Puff: But why?

I can't tell you.

Mrs. Puff: Why ever not?

I just can't, Mrs. Puff. My physical being is at stake, let's just leave it at that.

Mrs. Puff: SpongeBob, you can tell me anything. You've got to believe that.

Well, okay. But only if you promise to keep it between us.

Mrs. Puff: Of course.

Flats says he's going to kick my butt!

Mrs. Puff: What?! There shall be no butt-kicking in any class of mine. This is an adult program. SpongeBob, just leave it to me!

Aw, thanks Mrs. Puff. I knew I could count on you.

Mrs. Puff: Have a nice lunch, SpongeBob?

Yes, Mrs. Puff!

Mrs. Puff: SpongeBob, I talked to Flats for you. I used your name. It was all a misunderstanding.

YOU WHAT?!?!?!

Mrs. Puff: He was never going to kick your butt at all! You see SpongeBob, Flats is from a town where kicking someone's butt means that he wants to be your friend. And maybe play some sports with you on weekends.

I've got diarrhea! Huh? Are you Flats' dad?

Flats' Dad: Why, yes I am.

Okay, see, I didn't know where else to turn! Patrick couldn't help me, and Mrs. Puff only made it worse. I sit next to your son Flats in school, and he is a fine boy and all, and I don't want you to take this the wrong way, but he wants to kick my butt.

Flats: Dad, what're you doing? Flats' Dad: Uhh, nothing, son. Flats: What did I tell you about talking to strangers? Flats' Dad: Now he's gonna kick my butt!

AAAAAAAHHH! OUT OF MY WAY! OUT OF MY WAY! Can't you see he's going to kick my butt?!

Lonnie: Hi there, young people, nice day today. Harold: So, you like kicking butts, do ya?! Well, we'll show you, old man!

Okay, okay, I got to skip town, start a new life, live under an assumed name! BobPants SpongeSquare. Yeah, that's good. Grow a beard, and then shave it off, and live happily ever after.

Flats: Yeah, except you forgot the part where I kick your butt!

Hey, Flats... you feeling better?

Flats: What? Where am I? Purple Doctorfish: Why, you're in the hospital. This young boy saved your life. He performed CPR for five hours straight.

Yeah. They said you'd be okay after the first few minutes, but I just wanted to be sure.

Flats: Wow, I'm touched. I'll have to remember that when I'm kicking your butt. Those flowers for me?

AAAAAAAHHH! He's still gonna kick my butt!

Harold: How many times do we have to teach you this lesson, old man?! Lonnie: I love the young people.

Oh Gary, I'm too young to have my butt kicked! There are so many things in life I haven't gotten to do! Hang on, I'll transfer your call. Who is it! 'AHH!!! Flats!!

Flats: It's butt-kicking time.

Gary, there's something I want you to know, but I'm too scared to remember what it is!

Flats: Let's do it!

Go away, Gary. I don't want you to see this. It'll be ugly.

Flats: Are you ready?

Hold on. Okay, I'm ready. I said I'm ready. Didn't you hear me? I said I'm ready. That tickles! Gary, I'm absorbing his blows like I was made of some kind of... spongy material! Do you know what that means? I get to go to work tomorrow! Flats, are you okay? Do not cheer me, my fellow adult classmates. Flats was the real victim here. A victim of a society that's riding down a violent road to nowhere; a road I call... ...'violence road'.

Mrs. Puff: Sorry I'm late, class, I... SpongeBob! I can't believe you beat up a new student! I'm going to kick your butt! Narrator: Ahh, lunchtime at the Krusty Krab. Everyone is enjoying their Krabby Patties. Huh?! What's this? Mr. Krabs: Can you spot him, Mr. Squidward? Squidward: Down there, sir! Narrator: There appears to be a Krabby Patty napping in progress! There can only be one culprit: Plankton! Plankton: Finally, victory is mine! I win, I win, I win! Squidward: He got away, sir. Mr. Krabs: No! He's finally stolen me secret recipe! Narrator: Perhaps not, Monsieur Krabs, for it's... ...SpongeBob SquarePants!

A-ha! Hey! Okay, that's far enough! Huh? Tartar sauce!

Cowboy: Yeehaw!

Have you seen a Krabby Patty? It's about this tall and... Wow, a magic shop! Are you a magician? One time, I saw this magician and he did this thing...anyway, and then he told us, If you believe in yourself and with a tiny pinch of magic, all of your dreams can come true.

Plankton: Argh! I can't take it!

Plankton! It's you!

Plankton: Yes! And after all these years, I thought I was the master of torture. But that... that just wasn't fair! Here. Take the stupid patty, I don't want the secret recipe anyway. I guess my restaurant will never be as good as the Krusty Krab. You don't know what it's like to be a loser.

Aww, cheer up, Plankton. I think you're a winner.

Plankton: Wh-what did you say?

I said, you're a--

All: Loser! Squidward: How does it feel to be the most hated thing in Bikini Bottom, Plankton?! It hurts, doesn't it?! I know! Policeman: Yeah, and for running you out, we're going to make this kid honorary town rookie of the day. Squidward, Mr. Krabs, the policeman, Fred, Tammy, Joe, Millie, Ricardo, and Stella: ♪For he's a jolly good rookie, for he's a jolly good rookie, for he's a jolly good rookie...♪

I'll bet if he had just one friend, he wouldn't be such a meanie.

All: Which no... whatever. Plankton: A customer? Our special today is chum... ...balaya.

Hi, Mr. Plankton.

Plankton: Haven't you degraded me enough for one day?

No. I mean...I want you to come out and play with me.

Plankton: What?

Play with me.

Plankton: You know how to induce thermonuclear fusion?

No, but I like to go jelly...

Plankton: That naïve cube! How long must I suffer this? Karen: You're not letting him leave, are you? Can't you see? This is the perfect opportunity for revenge! Plankton: Elaborate. Karen: Befriend the SpongeBob, then when the time is just right, take the Krabby Patty! Plankton: Take the Krabby Patty? Karen: Get moving, genius, don't let him get away.

...fishing with my friends at Jellyfish Fields.

Plankton: Alright, SpongeBob, I'll play your little game.

Great! Last one to the fields is a rotten clam! So, I get the big net and you get the little net.

Plankton: What happens after we eat 'em?

You don't eat 'em, you catch 'em, like this! Like that.

Plankton: And?

And then you throw them back. But watch out for the stingers!

Plankton: Stingers? All knees will bow to Plankton! Hail, Plankton! I win, I win!

It's not about winning, it's about fun!

Plankton: What's that?

Fun is when you... fun is... it's like... it's kinda... sorta like a... What is fun? Let me spell it for you. ♪F is for friends who do stuff together, U is for you and me, N is for anywhere, anytime at all!♪

Clams: ♪Down here in the deep blue sea.♪ Plankton: ♪F is for fire that burns down the whole town, U is for uranium... bombs! N is for no survivors, when you-♪

Plankton! Those things aren't what fun is all about. Now, do it like this: ♪F is for friends who do stuff to-♪

Plankton: Never! That's completely idiotic!

Here, let me help you. ♪F is for friends who do stuff together, U is for you and me.♪ Try it!

Plankton: ♪N is for anywhere, anytime at all!♪ Clams: ♪Down here in the deep blue sea!♪ Plankton: Wait, I don't understand this, I feel all tingly inside. Should we stop?

No! That's how you're suppose to feel!

Plankton: Well, I like it. Let's do it again!

Okay!

SpongeBob and Plankton: ♪F is for frolic through all the flowers, U is for ukulele. N is nose-picking, chewing gum, and sand-licking, here with my best buddy. Hahahahahahahaha!♪ Mr. Krabs: Arrgh, mutiny. Plankton: And after that, we frolicked through the flowers, and then we... Karen: Sounds like fun. Plankton: Well, the really fun part was when we... Karen: What did you do with the Krabby Patty? Plankton: The what? Karen: The Krabby Patty, remember? Plankton: You can't rush these things, you know. Karen: You're forgetting about the mission! Plankton: What are you talking about? Karen: You're going native, Plankton! Look at yourself! Plankton: What? Mr. Krabs: I haven't seen Plankton in a while. He must be scheming.

Who knows? Maybe he's changed.

Mr. Krabs: Who knows? I think you knows!

He's changed, I tell you!

Plankton: SpongeBuddy! Yoo-hoo!

Plankton-buddy! Let’s go! I forgot this is a no friend zone!

Mr. Krabs: SpongeBob, may I speak to you in private. You won't mind if I set this here, will you?

What's this all about, Mr. Krabs?

Mr. Krabs: He's a thief. Look at the lust in his eye, he's...

Why can't you just accept our friendship?

Mr. Krabs: He's just after me recipe. I'll prove it to you. Ah, you must be hungry after that long walk over here. Plankton: Oh, yes, but I'm saving my appetite for some popcorn at the movies. Mr. Krabs: Uhh... suit yourself.

We've had enough of your little tests, Mr. Krabs! Come on, Plankton, let's get out of here.

Mr. Krabs: Maybe the lad was right. Maybe Plankton's gone straight. And maybe scallops will fly out of my pants! Hang on there, laddie, I'm a-comin!

I sure like sequels, Plankton. Hey, Bubble Bass, you're sitting on my friend. Hey, Bubble Bass!

Plankton: Thanks for that, friend.

Sure thing.

Mr. Krabs: Listen up!

Mr. Krabs?

Mr. Krabs: He's deceiving ya! Reach into his pocket now and take what he's got! You too, boy!

I can't believe this!

Plankton: It's not what you think.

What is it then? Tell me what you see here!

Plankton: I... I don't see anything.

How can you not see it!?

Plankton: Okay, okay, I see it! It's a Krabby Patty, okay? I couldn't help it.

But we sang The F.U.N. Song! I think I'm gonna be sick. How long?

Plankton: How long what?

How long were you planning on doing this?! Tell me! What?!

Plankton: All right, it's true! I tricked you to get the Krabby Patty! But then you showed me friendship! And now I realize... that's all I really wanted!

Really?

Plankton: No, not really. Being evil is too much fun! Movie Woman: Oh, darling, I know that nothing could ever tear us apart.

Mr. Krabs, he's gone. He got the patty. He won.

Mr Krabs: Ho-ho, no he didn't, boy! Don't you know what’s behind these screens? Solid concrete!

I'm sorry, Mr. Krabs. I thought Plankton had changed.

Mr. Krabs: Don't blame him, lad. No friendship could withstand the allure of a Krabby Patty! Now let's go back to the Krusty Krab and have a fresh one on me!

Aye, aye, Mr. Krabs!

Mr. Krabs: Well, maybe on a discount. Plankton: Huh?

Good morning, pineapple! Good morning, Gary!

Gary: Meow.

Good morning, world! I'm ready! World?

Squidward: Talk to me. Delivery Man: Package, sir. Squidward: A-ha! I can't believe it's finally here! Delivery Man: Here ya go! Squidward: Oh, thank you, thank you, thank you. Delivery Man: Thank you, Mr... mmm... Tennisballs. Squidward: That's Tentacles!

Squidward's last name is Tentacles?

Patrick: Poor guy. Hey, check out Squidward's new snail.

Fancy. So that's what came in the mail. Looks like Gary has a new little playmate.

Squidward: Pfft, dream on, SpongeBob. I wouldn't let Snellie here play with that mongrel mutt. She's a purebred. Patrick: Wow, a snail made out of bread. Squidward: No! Purebred means she is of the highest pedigree. See? She even has her own papers. So if you'll excuse us, Snellie has to start her training.

Training?

Squidward: For Bikini Bottom's snail race. Snellie will be winning this Sunday. Patrick: Sunday?

Well, I guess I can't enter Gary in that. Sunday's laundry day!

Squidward: No, SpongeBob. You can't enter Gary because Gary's a mutt.

Boy, you got that right. Gary's no... hey! What makes you so sure Gary couldn't win that race?

Squidward: Papers. Patrick: Hmmm. 'Property of Squidward... Tentpoles.' Squidward: That's Tennisballs... de-derr, Tentacles! Come on, Snellie.

You know what? I'm starting to get the idea that Squidward thinks his snail is better than mine.

Patrick: No!

Patrick, are you thinking what I'm thinking?

Patrick: Yeah, I should get a snail and enter it in that race and beat Squidward!

Are you thinking what I'm thinking? No, no, no! I'm thinking about entering you in that race and beating Squidward's snail! Looks like we're going to start our training now, ladies! I call you a lady to humiliate and demean you. It's a motivational tool we coaches use.

Sandy: Hmm... I don't know why, but I think I'll kick SpongeBob's butt tomorrow.

Kelp powder for muscle mass. Raw eggs, 'cause they're cliché. And nails for toughness.

Gary: Meow.

Of course, I expect you to eat this. It's scientifically designed to help you win tomorrow. Gary? Wow, pretty good time.

Patrick: Hey SpongeBob, check out my new snail.

Patrick, your snail is a rock.

Patrick: Yeah, thanks, I know. He's got nerves of steel. See you at the big race.

Boy, the competition's getting tough. That's it, Gary. We are going to start some serious training right now.

Gary: Meow.

Alright Gary, let's start with some sprints. On your mark. Get set. Go! Go Gary, go! Come on, go, Gary! It's all yours, Gary! Gary? Come on Gary, the big race is tomorrow. You got to start training if you want to win.