rqchao/spongebob · Datasets at Hugging Face

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Squidward: I'm practicing for my clarinet recital. Soon, all of Bikini Bottom will recognize the talent that is Squidward Tentacles. Goodbye, SpongeBoob.	See ya at the Krusty Krab, Squidwart. Hey, Sandy, what's this?
Sandy: Well, this here is my new matter transporter. It can move things from one place to another in the blink of an eye.	Ooh, that sounds fancy.
Sandy: Let me show you how it works.	Whoa! Where'd it go?
Sandy: Just where you think it would be. Mrs. Puff: Oh!	Uh-oh, I'm late for work. Do you think your machine can zap me over to the Krusty Krab?
Sandy: I always did want to try a critter. Sure, why not? Get in there, SpongeBob.	Whoo-hoo!
Sandy: Hold on tight.	Gee, Sandy, this sure feels...
Squidward: Well, here we go again.	Hey, Squidward!
Sandy: What's going on with this thing? What in tarnation?	Hi, Sandy!
Squidward: I'm not sure what it is, but something seems different about me.	Yeah, me too.
Squidward: Hey, what are you doing with my hand? What am I doing with your hand? Ahh! What is this? We're all mixed up together. This is horrible! I have my clarinet recital tomorrow!	Oh, it's not so bad, Squidward. Now we can be best buddies and do everything together, forever.
Squidward: Sandy, was this your doing? You've got to get us separated! Sandy: Well, I wish I knew how. Squidward: Well, you have to do something! I can't stay stuck to him! Sandy: Hmmm, I wonder what would happen if I tried zapping you back in the transporter. Squidward: Uhh, yeah, yeah, yeah, good idea. Let's try it. Sandy: Well, here goes nothing. Mable: All right, children. Today's Timmy's birthday. You know what that means. Ready, Timmy? Doctor: Congratulations, Mrs. Smith. You gave birth to a healthy baby boy. Mrs. Smith: May I see my baby? Doctor: Of course. One-Eyed Monster: I've been in love with you ever since I first laid my eye on you. Hey, baby, what's your name? Squidward: It's no use, Sandy. We're still the same. Sandy: Well, that's a darn shame. You know what, I was working on the blueprints for a new invention. But it's still in the embryonic stage. Squidward: Try anything! I cannot go to my clarinet recital like this. Sandy: I'll continue working on it. In the meantime, you boys keep your head up.	Together forever.
Squidward: Misery. SpongeBob, hasn't anyone taught you how to ride a bike?	Don't worry, I'll drive.
Squidward: Ow, ow, ow. SpongeBob! Ow, ow, ow, ow, ow. Customer #1: I gotta lay off the hot sauce. Mr. Krabs: What in blazes is going on in here?	Oh, hi, Mr. Krabs.
Mr. Krabs: What are you two doing laying around? Get to work. Squidward: If you say so. Mr. Krabs: Egad! What happened to ya? Uhh, I don't want to know. Just go do your jobs.	Aye aye, cap'n!
Squidward: Do you have to be such an accommodating buffoon?	Squidward, everybody knows I'm a sponge. I look nothing like a balloon.
Squidward: I don't have time for this. I've got to man the cash register. Whew. Can I help you? Customer #2: Can I get two Krabby Patties, please? Squidward: SpongeBob, I need two Krabby Patties.	Two Krabby Patties coming right up. I can't... reach the buns.
Mr. Krabs: SpongeBob, what's the holdup?!	Sorry, Mr. Krabs. I'm on it.
Mr. Krabs: Time is money, boy.	Time is money. Right. Hello, bun. At last we meet.
Mr. Krabs: Alright, that's it. I can't afford you jeopardizing me business. You two are more trouble than you're worth. And don't come back until you get this problem sorted out.	Look on the bright side, Squidward. At least we still have each other.
Squidward: That's how we got into this predicament in the first place, you imbecile! Now if you'll excuse me, I'd like a moment of peace. Surfer: Whoa, rock on, freaky bro! Squidward: Sandy! Sandy! Please tell me you've figured out a way to separate us. Sandy: Say hello to the 'Molecular Separator Ray'. Squidward: Hello, Molecular Separator Ray. Well, let's get on with it. My clarinet recital is tomorrow night. Sandy: Uhh, well, I'm not quite done with it yet. Squidward: What'd you say? Sandy: I'm still putting it together. At best I'll have it ready, uhh, the day after tomorrow? Maybe? Squidward: What?!? Day after tomorrow?! No, No, No, No, No, No, No, No, No! I have a performance tomorrow! I can't be stuck to that yellow freak! Sandy, please, you've got to do it before the show! Sandy: Well, uhh, I suppose... I'll have it ready before you go on. Squidward: Of course. Oh, my. Where are you, Sandy? Sandy? I can't do it. I can't go out there.	Squidward, this is your moment. The story you will tell when you look back as a... superstar!
Squidward: Superstar?	Now go out there and give them the best darn show they've ever seen!
Squidward: You're right! The show must go on! Announcer: Ladies and gentlefish, Bikini Bottom's Community Rec Center is proud to present: Squidward Tentacles. Evelyn: Honey, I'm scared.	Uhh, hi.
Wobbles: Whoa. Rock on, freaky bro! Yeah. Whoo!	Wow, they really liked it.
Mr. Krabs: There you go, Squiddy! Squidward: They... they... they're cheering. Superstardom. This must be what it feels like. This is what it looks like. What it sounds like. And... ...what it smells like. Oh, simply intoxicating. Sandy: Whoo-wee, there you boys are. Looks like I'm just in time. SpongeBob and Squidward: Sandy? Sandy: One blast of this Molecular Separator Ray and you'll be separated for good. Squidward: Hmph. Mary: I think I'm going to be sick! Billy: Ah, I'm out of here! Squidward: Huh, no, wait. Wait! Oh, my one moment of fame... gone. There's got to be some way to reverse this. Sandy: No, Squidward! That's a very sensitive device!	Squidward, I wouldn't--!
Therapist: So, what seems to be the problem, Mr. Tentacles? Squidward: It all started when I was born. Johnny: Welcome, sports fans, to the 21st annual Bikini Bottom Fry Cook Games. Harold: I declare these Fry Cook Games... open! Harold: I declare these Fry Cook Games... open! Johnny: So begin the 21st Fry Cook Games. I'm a realistic Fish Head, and it's a beautiful day here at Bikini Bottom's Fast Food Coliseum. Johnny: They come from everywhere microwaves hum. Johnny: Patties sizzle. Johnny: And heat lamps keep the fast food spirit warm... and soggy. But the real story is the bitter rivalry between former competitors Mr. Krabs of the Krusty Krab and Plankton of the Chum Bucket. Johnny: Who could forget the year Mr. Krabs won gold for this five hundred pickle clean-and-jerk? Johnny: Not Plankton. Johnny: Or when Plankton won the hearts of millions by performing this perfect onion ring routine... with a broken antenna? Johnny: Krabs wasn't moved. Johnny: And now, late word is that this year, the Krusty Krab will be represented by a new competitor, on what is perhaps the greatest day of his young life.	This is perhaps the greatest day of my young life, Mr. Krabs. I can't believe I'm representing the Krusty Krab in the Fry Cook Games. To bring home the gold is to bring honor and glory to the Krusty Krab.
Mr. Krabs: And all that free publicity will bring in customers! So don't lose!	Aye, aye, Mr. Krabs! Krusty Krab! Krusty Krab! Krusty Krab!
Patrick: Hey, SpongeBob.	Hi, Patrick. Krusty Krab! Krusty Krab! Krusty Krab!
Patrick: Are you trying to move the ground? You'll never move it like that. You gotta get under... …neath it!	Come on, Patrick, I'm trying to train for the games.
Patrick: Games? Can I play?	Ah, sorry, Patrick. You have to be a fry cook.
Patrick: Be a fry cook? Is that all I gotta do? That'll be easy!	What do you mean easy?
Patrick: How hard can it be?	They don't let just anybody be a fry cook. We're an elite corp!
Patrick: Oh, come on. You're just flippin' patties.	Hey, flipping is not as easy as it sounds!
Patrick: Tssss...	Why don't you go home, Patrick? You can compete in the Laying Under a Rock All Day Games!
Patrick: Well, at least I don't polish my fingernails.	You take that back!
Patrick: Fingernails! Fingernails! Fingernails!	You don't even have fingernails.
Patrick: I cannot believe what I am hearing!	How can you hear it?! You don't have ears either!
Patrick: Holes! Holes!	Cone head!
Patrick: Yellow!	Pink!
Patrick: I'm gonna get a job as a fry cook and it'll be easy!	Fine! Krusty Krab! Krusty Krab! Krusty Krab!
Mr. Krabs: What's that smell in the air? I smell Plankton! Plankton: Oh yeah?! Well, I smell... Pew! He's right. Plankton: I love messing things up. Plankton: Are you ready to do or die, Krabs? Mr. Krabs: Always ready, Plankton. Always ready. Plankton: Good. Because today, the Chum Bucket is going to kick... ...your carapace! Mr. Krabs: That's what you think, but I got me a champion-- SpongeBob! Show him! Look at him. In his prime. You ain't got no chance! Plankton: That's where you're wrong, Krabs, for I too have a champion. Ladies and gentlemen, turn your attention to the southwest corridor! Other way! Imbeciles. And... stop! Perfect. Representing the Chum Bucket, a creature so fearsome, so terrible, so mind-bendingly large, that those of you with weak constitutions may want to leave the stadium. Muscular Fish: I gotta get outta here! Plankton: Too late! Ready or not, here he comes. Quake with fear, you mortal fools. Bow down before the awesome might of... ...this huge guy who is carrying the real contestant... ...Patrick Star!	Patrick, what are you doing here? You're not a fry cook.
Patrick: Oh, yes I am, Mr. SpongeBob SuperiorPants. Patrick: Check it out! Patrick: I've been working for the Chum Bucket for almost five minutes.	Well, it doesn't matter anyway, 'cause you're gonna eat my dust.
Patrick: Nuh-uh. I'm eating my own dust!	Not if I eat it first!
Patrick: Yellow!	Pink! I can't believe it, Mr. Krabs. I thought Patrick was my friend.
Mr. Krabs: Friend? Not in here, he ain't.	What do you mean?
Plankton: He's not really your friend. Patrick: He's not? Plankton: He's plotting your downfall right now!	He is?
Mr. Krabs: He's gonna stab you in the back. Patrick: He wouldn't! Plankton: Of course he would. Just look at him. Square: the shape of evil! Mr. Krabs: He's making a mockery of your profession. Are we gonna let some pretender take away what belongs to the Krusty Krab?	No!
Plankton: Then get mean! Patrick: I'm mean! Mr. Krabs: Get angry!	I'm angry!
SpongeBob and Patrick: Huge Fish: Ahhh. Johnny: Our first event, the deep fry pole vault. Mr. Krabs: Win this one for the Krusty Krab.	For the Krusty Krab!
Plankton: Win this one because I told you to. Patrick: Because you told me to! Lou: Fish sticks! Get your fish sticks here! Johnny: The next event: the chocolate high dive.	Make way for the real fry cook, Patrick.
Johnny: For his dive, SpongeBob will be attempting a full banana fudge pop with two sticks. Johnny: And now, absolute silence.	I scream for ice cream!
Johnny: Perfect entry! And toasted almonds? That's unexpected. Johnny: He stuck it! Johnny: And just look at that even coating.	Top that, Pinky.
Plankton: Almonds? Curse him, that's good. But perhaps a bit too highbrow for this crowd. He thinks he's better than them! Plankton: Better than you! Plankton: Now get up there and show him how the common man prepares his frozen dairy treats! Johnny: Patrick will be resurrecting an old favorite. The single scoop strawberry cone with a chocolate dip. Johnny: Just look at that concentration. Johnny: Ooh, a little shaky on that entry. Johnny: But just look at that form! Patrick: Take that, yellow boy!	Laugh while you can, Pinky. It's not over yet.
Patrick: That's what you think, but it's not over yet. Johnny: It's not over yet! With the score tied, we go to our final event! Bun wrestling. Who will take home the gold? Mr. Krabs of the Krusty Krab? Mr. Krabs: Don't forget, he called ye yellow. Johnny: Or Plankton of the Chum Bucket? Plankton: Don't forget, he called you pink! Patrick: Forget the Chum Bucket. This is personal. Patrick: No! My name's... not... Rick!	I don't like you!
Patrick: I don't like you more!	I never liked you!
Patrick: I a thousand times never liked you!	Pink!
Patrick: Yellow!	Yellow?
Patrick: Pink? SpongeBob and Patrick: You do care!	Let's promise never to fight again, buddy.
Patrick: Yeah, pal. Let's go home. Mr. Krabs: Hey! Where ya going? Plankton: Get back here and kill each other! Patrick: You're my best friend ever.	You too, Patrick.
Patrick: You know, these were white when I bought 'em. Patrick: After you.	Ah, thank you, Patrick.
Patrick: My turn.	Neato. Watch this.
Patrick: Wow. Monosodium glutamate!	You know, Patrick, we should spice up our bubble blowing.
Patrick: Yeah, yeah. Spice. No spice. Hmm... Hot sauce! Spicy bubbles.	Hmm...
Patrick: I wonder if hot sauce is bad for our eyes. Both: Nah. Squidward: 20 years of paint-staking care, and my bonsai portrait is almost complete. Oh! Oh, my. What's this? I missed a spot. Not to worry. You'll be perfect soon, as perfect as me. Hmm... Oh. Look what I've done. Oh, no! Bonsai Squidward: Squidward. Squidward: What? What? Who said that? Bonsai Squidward: It's me, your bonsai Squidward. Will you grant me my final request? Squidward: Of..of course. What...what...what is it? Bonsai Squidward: Avenge me. Squidward: Avenge me? SpongeBob! Patrick: I must have more.	You want more?
Squidward: SpongeBob, you moron, you ruined my bon… ...sai.	Let's go to Sandy's. Sandy, Sandy, check out these new spicy bubbles that Patrick invented.
Patrick: Yeah, I thinked it up with my own head. Now I'm as smart as Sandy	Maybe even smarter.
Sandy: Smarter, huh? Well, I'd love to try out your new-fangled bubbles, Patrick, but I've got to fix these air lines to my treedome. They're all clogged up and the lack of fresh air is making me woozy. Patrick: Why don't you just breathe water like a smart person? Guess you're just too dumb.	I know, Sandy. I'll use these spicy bubbles. They'll clean out your pipes for you.
Sandy: That's sweet of you, SpongeBob, but a bunch of little old bubbles ain't gonna clear these air lines. Sandy:	Oops.
Sandy: I'll tar and feather you nincompoops later. My suit's air supply is nearing empty. Luckily, I have just enough air in my submarine to get to the surface and refill my air tanks.	Phew! Thank goodness. Allow me to get the door.
Patrick: Even I knew that was dumb. Sandy: Oh, no! I have only a few minutes of air left! I'm far too dizzy already. You'll have to drive, SpongeBob.	Whoo! How's Sandy doing back there?
Patrick: I'm not sure. Let me check. Oh! Sandy: Hey there, Patty-Pat-Pat-Pat-Patrick. Careful where you're breathing. You don't want to disturb the subatomic particle rodeo. Yee-haw, micro-dawgies! Rope them molecules. Patrick: She's totally losing it. Sandy: Are there cobwebs on my face? 'Cause it feels like there's cobwebs on my face. Patrick: Never mind. She seems fine.	Hold on just a little longer, Sandy, we're almost there. I can see sunlight.. ...horrible dehydrating sunlight.
Sandy: Gimme that wheel, SquareButt. I know a shortcut.	Make sure and hold her tight, Patrick.
Patrick: Don't worry. She's not going anywhere. Sandy: Ahh... You taste like glass.	Blah! Fresh air. Let's hurry up and get this over with.
Patrick: Get what over with?	Where's Sandy
Patrick: I thought she was with you.	Uh-oh.
Sandy: Hang on, fellers! I got a hankering for a Krabby Patty	Sandy, what are you doing? Air is up there.
Sandy: Yeah, yeah. Right after I grab a quick bit at the Krusty Krab. Yee-haw. SpongeBob and Patrick: No! Sandy: Oh, well, I guess I won't be needing this anymore.	No Sandy, you need air, not food!
Mr. Krabs: Hey! What's going on out here?	Mr. Krabs, Sandy's run out of that crazy air stuff that she needs to breathe. We have to find some right now or she'll be headed for the last roundup.
Mr. Krabs: Well, okay. I suppose I can't have her croaking at the Krusty Krab. That'd be bad for business. All right, let's see here. Hmm... Oxygen. I believe. Good old atomic number eight. Sandy: Patrick: Uh--uh-- Hey, everyone. Look! There's some air bubbles trapped on the ceiling. Mr. Krabs: But how are you gonna get them down?	Never fear. I know what to do. We can use these straws to suck the bubbles down.
Mr. Krabs: Wait a minute. Those straws cost me money!	Oh, don't worry, Mr. Krabs. I'll put them all back.
Patrick: Hurry up, SpongeBob. I'm no doctor, but I don't think squirrels are suppose to be blue.	Okay, I'm ready.
Patrick: Just a little bit further. Okay, got it.	Hurry up, Patrick.
Sandy: Hm-mmm. Patrick: Looks like her color's coming back.	That's good, but is it gonna be good enough? Mr. Krabs, you must have some spare Squidward always says you're full of hot air.
Squidward: I said what? Mr. Krabs: So you think I'm full of hot air, do ye? Well, in this case, you're right. There's usually an air bubble or two trapped inside me shell. Go ahead. Don't be shy. Pearl: Daddy, there's a submarine on the roof. Oh, you seem kind of busy. Maybe I should come back later.	No, Pearl. Don't go. You're a mammal, right?
Pearl: Yeah, I guess so.	And you breathe air, right?
Pearl: Sure, my nose is full of it.	You've got to help Sandy. She needs to share your air.
Sandy: Pearl: I guess us mammals have to stick together.	Okay, hold still. This may pinch a little Okay, Pearl let 'er rip. Now just keep breathing, Pearl. Come with me, Patrick. I have an idea that'll fix everything. I'm gonna go up to the surface to get some air. When I tug on this rope, you pull me down.
Patrick: But how are you going to get up there?	I'll use this tank of oxygen as a makeshift rocket.
Patrick: An oxygen tank! Great idea, buddy.	I know. Wish me luck, old friend.
Patrick: SquarePants, I salute you.	Okay, SpongeBob, it's time to catch a breath for Sandy. So fresh it hurts. Okay, Patrick, pull me down.
Patrick: Hey, who did that? Hey! Oh! Ghost!	Yeah, here we go.
Patrick: Ah, ah! Oof!	Welcome back, Sandy.
Sandy: I'm alive? And the treedome's full of air? And sort of dry? How'd you fellers pull it off?	Oh, you could say we had a little help from a big bubble.
Sandy: Hmm... In case you forgot, it was bubbles that got us into this mess in the first place. I don't want you blowing anymore bubbles around my house. SpongeBob and Patrick: Uh-oh.	Nice try, alarmy, but you've got to get up pretty early to wake me up on picture day!
Gary: Meow.	Now, if you'll excuse me, Gary, I must go make myself picturesque. Perfect! I'm ready. Whoo-hoo!
Gary: Meow.	Fine, fine, not to worry, no problem. I'm ready, again!
Gary: Meow?	It's time to take a corrective approach. Good morning Squidward! I'd love to stop and chat right now, but it's Picture Day. Whoa! Still looking good, Spongy, and Boating School is just around the corner.
Harold: Take cover! The teenagers, they've been let out of school and they're pelting us with balloons filled with...	Ketchup?
Harold: Save yourself, kid! I'm finished! Teenager: Gotcha!	Wait, wait, don't squirt! Please, you've got to spare me. I've got picture day today.
Teenager: Oh, pictures, huh? Well, let me help you with your makeup, HAH!	Well, I'm not sure how I did it, but I...
Old Man: Fiddlesticks, missed again.	And now, as an extra precaution to keep me looking shiny and new... No grime can penetrate the glossy sheen of... Sponge Gloss. There it is. So close, and still so shiny. Hey, it's just water. Aww! Stamps?! Oatmeal! Glue.

Squidward: I'm practicing for my clarinet recital. Soon, all of Bikini Bottom will recognize the talent that is Squidward Tentacles. Goodbye, SpongeBoob.

See ya at the Krusty Krab, Squidwart. Hey, Sandy, what's this?

Sandy: Well, this here is my new matter transporter. It can move things from one place to another in the blink of an eye.

Ooh, that sounds fancy.

Sandy: Let me show you how it works.

Whoa! Where'd it go?

Sandy: Just where you think it would be. Mrs. Puff: Oh!

Uh-oh, I'm late for work. Do you think your machine can zap me over to the Krusty Krab?

Sandy: I always did want to try a critter. Sure, why not? Get in there, SpongeBob.

Whoo-hoo!

Sandy: Hold on tight.

Gee, Sandy, this sure feels...

Squidward: Well, here we go again.

Hey, Squidward!

Sandy: What's going on with this thing? What in tarnation?

Hi, Sandy!

Squidward: I'm not sure what it is, but something seems different about me.

Yeah, me too.

Squidward: Hey, what are you doing with my hand? What am I doing with your hand? Ahh! What is this? We're all mixed up together. This is horrible! I have my clarinet recital tomorrow!

Oh, it's not so bad, Squidward. Now we can be best buddies and do everything together, forever.

Squidward: Sandy, was this your doing? You've got to get us separated! Sandy: Well, I wish I knew how. Squidward: Well, you have to do something! I can't stay stuck to him! Sandy: Hmmm, I wonder what would happen if I tried zapping you back in the transporter. Squidward: Uhh, yeah, yeah, yeah, good idea. Let's try it. Sandy: Well, here goes nothing. Mable: All right, children. Today's Timmy's birthday. You know what that means. Ready, Timmy? Doctor: Congratulations, Mrs. Smith. You gave birth to a healthy baby boy. Mrs. Smith: May I see my baby? Doctor: Of course. One-Eyed Monster: I've been in love with you ever since I first laid my eye on you. Hey, baby, what's your name? Squidward: It's no use, Sandy. We're still the same. Sandy: Well, that's a darn shame. You know what, I was working on the blueprints for a new invention. But it's still in the embryonic stage. Squidward: Try anything! I cannot go to my clarinet recital like this. Sandy: I'll continue working on it. In the meantime, you boys keep your head up.

Together forever.

Squidward: Misery. SpongeBob, hasn't anyone taught you how to ride a bike?

Don't worry, I'll drive.

Squidward: Ow, ow, ow. SpongeBob! Ow, ow, ow, ow, ow. Customer #1: I gotta lay off the hot sauce. Mr. Krabs: What in blazes is going on in here?

Oh, hi, Mr. Krabs.

Mr. Krabs: What are you two doing laying around? Get to work. Squidward: If you say so. Mr. Krabs: Egad! What happened to ya? Uhh, I don't want to know. Just go do your jobs.

Aye aye, cap'n!

Squidward: Do you have to be such an accommodating buffoon?

Squidward, everybody knows I'm a sponge. I look nothing like a balloon.

Squidward: I don't have time for this. I've got to man the cash register. Whew. Can I help you? Customer #2: Can I get two Krabby Patties, please? Squidward: SpongeBob, I need two Krabby Patties.

Two Krabby Patties coming right up. I can't... reach the buns.

Mr. Krabs: SpongeBob, what's the holdup?!

Sorry, Mr. Krabs. I'm on it.

Mr. Krabs: Time is money, boy.

Time is money. Right. Hello, bun. At last we meet.

Mr. Krabs: Alright, that's it. I can't afford you jeopardizing me business. You two are more trouble than you're worth. And don't come back until you get this problem sorted out.

Look on the bright side, Squidward. At least we still have each other.

Squidward: That's how we got into this predicament in the first place, you imbecile! Now if you'll excuse me, I'd like a moment of peace. Surfer: Whoa, rock on, freaky bro! Squidward: Sandy! Sandy! Please tell me you've figured out a way to separate us. Sandy: Say hello to the 'Molecular Separator Ray'. Squidward: Hello, Molecular Separator Ray. Well, let's get on with it. My clarinet recital is tomorrow night. Sandy: Uhh, well, I'm not quite done with it yet. Squidward: What'd you say? Sandy: I'm still putting it together. At best I'll have it ready, uhh, the day after tomorrow? Maybe? Squidward: What?!? Day after tomorrow?! No, No, No, No, No, No, No, No, No! I have a performance tomorrow! I can't be stuck to that yellow freak! Sandy, please, you've got to do it before the show! Sandy: Well, uhh, I suppose... I'll have it ready before you go on. Squidward: Of course. Oh, my. Where are you, Sandy? Sandy? I can't do it. I can't go out there.

Squidward, this is your moment. The story you will tell when you look back as a... superstar!

Squidward: Superstar?

Now go out there and give them the best darn show they've ever seen!

Squidward: You're right! The show must go on! Announcer: Ladies and gentlefish, Bikini Bottom's Community Rec Center is proud to present: Squidward Tentacles. Evelyn: Honey, I'm scared.

Uhh, hi.

Wobbles: Whoa. Rock on, freaky bro! Yeah. Whoo!

Wow, they really liked it.

Mr. Krabs: There you go, Squiddy! Squidward: They... they... they're cheering. Superstardom. This must be what it feels like. This is what it looks like. What it sounds like. And... ...what it smells like. Oh, simply intoxicating. Sandy: Whoo-wee, there you boys are. Looks like I'm just in time. SpongeBob and Squidward: Sandy? Sandy: One blast of this Molecular Separator Ray and you'll be separated for good. Squidward: Hmph. Mary: I think I'm going to be sick! Billy: Ah, I'm out of here! Squidward: Huh, no, wait. Wait! Oh, my one moment of fame... gone. There's got to be some way to reverse this. Sandy: No, Squidward! That's a very sensitive device!

Squidward, I wouldn't--!

Therapist: So, what seems to be the problem, Mr. Tentacles? Squidward: It all started when I was born. Johnny: Welcome, sports fans, to the 21st annual Bikini Bottom Fry Cook Games. Harold: I declare these Fry Cook Games... open! Harold: I declare these Fry Cook Games... open! Johnny: So begin the 21st Fry Cook Games. I'm a realistic Fish Head, and it's a beautiful day here at Bikini Bottom's Fast Food Coliseum. Johnny: They come from everywhere microwaves hum. Johnny: Patties sizzle. Johnny: And heat lamps keep the fast food spirit warm... and soggy. But the real story is the bitter rivalry between former competitors Mr. Krabs of the Krusty Krab and Plankton of the Chum Bucket. Johnny: Who could forget the year Mr. Krabs won gold for this five hundred pickle clean-and-jerk? Johnny: Not Plankton. Johnny: Or when Plankton won the hearts of millions by performing this perfect onion ring routine... with a broken antenna? Johnny: Krabs wasn't moved. Johnny: And now, late word is that this year, the Krusty Krab will be represented by a new competitor, on what is perhaps the greatest day of his young life.

This is perhaps the greatest day of my young life, Mr. Krabs. I can't believe I'm representing the Krusty Krab in the Fry Cook Games. To bring home the gold is to bring honor and glory to the Krusty Krab.

Mr. Krabs: And all that free publicity will bring in customers! So don't lose!

Aye, aye, Mr. Krabs! Krusty Krab! Krusty Krab! Krusty Krab!

Patrick: Hey, SpongeBob.

Hi, Patrick. Krusty Krab! Krusty Krab! Krusty Krab!

Patrick: Are you trying to move the ground? You'll never move it like that. You gotta get under... …neath it!

Come on, Patrick, I'm trying to train for the games.

Patrick: Games? Can I play?

Ah, sorry, Patrick. You have to be a fry cook.

Patrick: Be a fry cook? Is that all I gotta do? That'll be easy!

What do you mean easy?

Patrick: How hard can it be?

They don't let just anybody be a fry cook. We're an elite corp!

Patrick: Oh, come on. You're just flippin' patties.

Hey, flipping is not as easy as it sounds!

Patrick: Tssss...

Why don't you go home, Patrick? You can compete in the Laying Under a Rock All Day Games!

Patrick: Well, at least I don't polish my fingernails.

You take that back!

Patrick: Fingernails! Fingernails! Fingernails!

You don't even have fingernails.

Patrick: I cannot believe what I am hearing!

How can you hear it?! You don't have ears either!

Patrick: Holes! Holes!

Cone head!

Patrick: Yellow!

Pink!

Patrick: I'm gonna get a job as a fry cook and it'll be easy!

Fine! Krusty Krab! Krusty Krab! Krusty Krab!

Mr. Krabs: What's that smell in the air? I smell Plankton! Plankton: Oh yeah?! Well, I smell... Pew! He's right. Plankton: I love messing things up. Plankton: Are you ready to do or die, Krabs? Mr. Krabs: Always ready, Plankton. Always ready. Plankton: Good. Because today, the Chum Bucket is going to kick... ...your carapace! Mr. Krabs: That's what you think, but I got me a champion-- SpongeBob! Show him! Look at him. In his prime. You ain't got no chance! Plankton: That's where you're wrong, Krabs, for I too have a champion. Ladies and gentlemen, turn your attention to the southwest corridor! Other way! Imbeciles. And... stop! Perfect. Representing the Chum Bucket, a creature so fearsome, so terrible, so mind-bendingly large, that those of you with weak constitutions may want to leave the stadium. Muscular Fish: I gotta get outta here! Plankton: Too late! Ready or not, here he comes. Quake with fear, you mortal fools. Bow down before the awesome might of... ...this huge guy who is carrying the real contestant... ...Patrick Star!

Patrick, what are you doing here? You're not a fry cook.

Patrick: Oh, yes I am, Mr. SpongeBob SuperiorPants. Patrick: Check it out! Patrick: I've been working for the Chum Bucket for almost five minutes.

Well, it doesn't matter anyway, 'cause you're gonna eat my dust.

Patrick: Nuh-uh. I'm eating my own dust!

Not if I eat it first!

Patrick: Yellow!

Pink! I can't believe it, Mr. Krabs. I thought Patrick was my friend.

Mr. Krabs: Friend? Not in here, he ain't.

What do you mean?

Plankton: He's not really your friend. Patrick: He's not? Plankton: He's plotting your downfall right now!

He is?

Mr. Krabs: He's gonna stab you in the back. Patrick: He wouldn't! Plankton: Of course he would. Just look at him. Square: the shape of evil! Mr. Krabs: He's making a mockery of your profession. Are we gonna let some pretender take away what belongs to the Krusty Krab?

No!

Plankton: Then get mean! Patrick: I'm mean! Mr. Krabs: Get angry!

I'm angry!

SpongeBob and Patrick: Huge Fish: Ahhh. Johnny: Our first event, the deep fry pole vault. Mr. Krabs: Win this one for the Krusty Krab.

For the Krusty Krab!

Plankton: Win this one because I told you to. Patrick: Because you told me to! Lou: Fish sticks! Get your fish sticks here! Johnny: The next event: the chocolate high dive.

Make way for the real fry cook, Patrick.

Johnny: For his dive, SpongeBob will be attempting a full banana fudge pop with two sticks. Johnny: And now, absolute silence.

I scream for ice cream!

Johnny: Perfect entry! And toasted almonds? That's unexpected. Johnny: He stuck it! Johnny: And just look at that even coating.

Top that, Pinky.

Plankton: Almonds? Curse him, that's good. But perhaps a bit too highbrow for this crowd. He thinks he's better than them! Plankton: Better than you! Plankton: Now get up there and show him how the common man prepares his frozen dairy treats! Johnny: Patrick will be resurrecting an old favorite. The single scoop strawberry cone with a chocolate dip. Johnny: Just look at that concentration. Johnny: Ooh, a little shaky on that entry. Johnny: But just look at that form! Patrick: Take that, yellow boy!

Laugh while you can, Pinky. It's not over yet.

Patrick: That's what you think, but it's not over yet. Johnny: It's not over yet! With the score tied, we go to our final event! Bun wrestling. Who will take home the gold? Mr. Krabs of the Krusty Krab? Mr. Krabs: Don't forget, he called ye yellow. Johnny: Or Plankton of the Chum Bucket? Plankton: Don't forget, he called you pink! Patrick: Forget the Chum Bucket. This is personal. Patrick: No! My name's... not... Rick!

I don't like you!

Patrick: I don't like you more!

I never liked you!

Patrick: I a thousand times never liked you!

Pink!

Patrick: Yellow!

Yellow?

Patrick: Pink? SpongeBob and Patrick: You do care!

Let's promise never to fight again, buddy.

Patrick: Yeah, pal. Let's go home. Mr. Krabs: Hey! Where ya going? Plankton: Get back here and kill each other! Patrick: You're my best friend ever.

You too, Patrick.

Patrick: You know, these were white when I bought 'em. Patrick: After you.

Ah, thank you, Patrick.

Patrick: My turn.

Neato. Watch this.

Patrick: Wow. Monosodium glutamate!

You know, Patrick, we should spice up our bubble blowing.

Patrick: Yeah, yeah. Spice. No spice. Hmm... Hot sauce! Spicy bubbles.

Hmm...

Patrick: I wonder if hot sauce is bad for our eyes. Both: Nah. Squidward: 20 years of paint-staking care, and my bonsai portrait is almost complete. Oh! Oh, my. What's this? I missed a spot. Not to worry. You'll be perfect soon, as perfect as me. Hmm... Oh. Look what I've done. Oh, no! Bonsai Squidward: Squidward. Squidward: What? What? Who said that? Bonsai Squidward: It's me, your bonsai Squidward. Will you grant me my final request? Squidward: Of..of course. What...what...what is it? Bonsai Squidward: Avenge me. Squidward: Avenge me? SpongeBob! Patrick: I must have more.

You want more?

Squidward: SpongeBob, you moron, you ruined my bon… ...sai.

Let's go to Sandy's. Sandy, Sandy, check out these new spicy bubbles that Patrick invented.

Patrick: Yeah, I thinked it up with my own head. Now I'm as smart as Sandy

Maybe even smarter.

Sandy: Smarter, huh? Well, I'd love to try out your new-fangled bubbles, Patrick, but I've got to fix these air lines to my treedome. They're all clogged up and the lack of fresh air is making me woozy. Patrick: Why don't you just breathe water like a smart person? Guess you're just too dumb.

I know, Sandy. I'll use these spicy bubbles. They'll clean out your pipes for you.

Sandy: That's sweet of you, SpongeBob, but a bunch of little old bubbles ain't gonna clear these air lines. Sandy:

Oops.

Sandy: I'll tar and feather you nincompoops later. My suit's air supply is nearing empty. Luckily, I have just enough air in my submarine to get to the surface and refill my air tanks.

Phew! Thank goodness. Allow me to get the door.

Patrick: Even I knew that was dumb. Sandy: Oh, no! I have only a few minutes of air left! I'm far too dizzy already. You'll have to drive, SpongeBob.

Whoo! How's Sandy doing back there?

Patrick: I'm not sure. Let me check. Oh! Sandy: Hey there, Patty-Pat-Pat-Pat-Patrick. Careful where you're breathing. You don't want to disturb the subatomic particle rodeo. Yee-haw, micro-dawgies! Rope them molecules. Patrick: She's totally losing it. Sandy: Are there cobwebs on my face? 'Cause it feels like there's cobwebs on my face. Patrick: Never mind. She seems fine.

Hold on just a little longer, Sandy, we're almost there. I can see sunlight.. ...horrible dehydrating sunlight.

Sandy: Gimme that wheel, SquareButt. I know a shortcut.

Make sure and hold her tight, Patrick.

Patrick: Don't worry. She's not going anywhere. Sandy: Ahh... You taste like glass.

Blah! Fresh air. Let's hurry up and get this over with.

Patrick: Get what over with?

Where's Sandy

Patrick: I thought she was with you.

Uh-oh.

Sandy: Hang on, fellers! I got a hankering for a Krabby Patty

Sandy, what are you doing? Air is up there.

Sandy: Yeah, yeah. Right after I grab a quick bit at the Krusty Krab. Yee-haw. SpongeBob and Patrick: No! Sandy: Oh, well, I guess I won't be needing this anymore.

No Sandy, you need air, not food!

Mr. Krabs: Hey! What's going on out here?

Mr. Krabs, Sandy's run out of that crazy air stuff that she needs to breathe. We have to find some right now or she'll be headed for the last roundup.

Mr. Krabs: Well, okay. I suppose I can't have her croaking at the Krusty Krab. That'd be bad for business. All right, let's see here. Hmm... Oxygen. I believe. Good old atomic number eight. Sandy: Patrick: Uh--uh-- Hey, everyone. Look! There's some air bubbles trapped on the ceiling. Mr. Krabs: But how are you gonna get them down?

Never fear. I know what to do. We can use these straws to suck the bubbles down.

Mr. Krabs: Wait a minute. Those straws cost me money!

Oh, don't worry, Mr. Krabs. I'll put them all back.

Patrick: Hurry up, SpongeBob. I'm no doctor, but I don't think squirrels are suppose to be blue.

Okay, I'm ready.

Patrick: Just a little bit further. Okay, got it.

Hurry up, Patrick.

Sandy: Hm-mmm. Patrick: Looks like her color's coming back.

That's good, but is it gonna be good enough? Mr. Krabs, you must have some spare Squidward always says you're full of hot air.

Squidward: I said what? Mr. Krabs: So you think I'm full of hot air, do ye? Well, in this case, you're right. There's usually an air bubble or two trapped inside me shell. Go ahead. Don't be shy. Pearl: Daddy, there's a submarine on the roof. Oh, you seem kind of busy. Maybe I should come back later.

No, Pearl. Don't go. You're a mammal, right?

Pearl: Yeah, I guess so.

And you breathe air, right?

Pearl: Sure, my nose is full of it.

You've got to help Sandy. She needs to share your air.

Sandy: Pearl: I guess us mammals have to stick together.

Okay, hold still. This may pinch a little Okay, Pearl let 'er rip. Now just keep breathing, Pearl. Come with me, Patrick. I have an idea that'll fix everything. I'm gonna go up to the surface to get some air. When I tug on this rope, you pull me down.

Patrick: But how are you going to get up there?

I'll use this tank of oxygen as a makeshift rocket.

Patrick: An oxygen tank! Great idea, buddy.

I know. Wish me luck, old friend.

Patrick: SquarePants, I salute you.

Okay, SpongeBob, it's time to catch a breath for Sandy. So fresh it hurts. Okay, Patrick, pull me down.

Patrick: Hey, who did that? Hey! Oh! Ghost!

Yeah, here we go.

Patrick: Ah, ah! Oof!

Welcome back, Sandy.

Sandy: I'm alive? And the treedome's full of air? And sort of dry? How'd you fellers pull it off?

Oh, you could say we had a little help from a big bubble.

Sandy: Hmm... In case you forgot, it was bubbles that got us into this mess in the first place. I don't want you blowing anymore bubbles around my house. SpongeBob and Patrick: Uh-oh.

Nice try, alarmy, but you've got to get up pretty early to wake me up on picture day!

Gary: Meow.

Now, if you'll excuse me, Gary, I must go make myself picturesque. Perfect! I'm ready. Whoo-hoo!

Gary: Meow.

Fine, fine, not to worry, no problem. I'm ready, again!

Gary: Meow?

It's time to take a corrective approach. Good morning Squidward! I'd love to stop and chat right now, but it's Picture Day. Whoa! Still looking good, Spongy, and Boating School is just around the corner.

Harold: Take cover! The teenagers, they've been let out of school and they're pelting us with balloons filled with...

Ketchup?

Harold: Save yourself, kid! I'm finished! Teenager: Gotcha!

Wait, wait, don't squirt! Please, you've got to spare me. I've got picture day today.

Teenager: Oh, pictures, huh? Well, let me help you with your makeup, HAH!

Well, I'm not sure how I did it, but I...

Old Man: Fiddlesticks, missed again.

And now, as an extra precaution to keep me looking shiny and new... No grime can penetrate the glossy sheen of... Sponge Gloss. There it is. So close, and still so shiny. Hey, it's just water. Aww! Stamps?! Oatmeal! Glue.