rqchao/spongebob · Datasets at Hugging Face

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Patrick: Hey, buddy.	Patrick, a little privacy here.
Patrick: Oh, sorry, SpongeBob. I just came over to borrow some jelly.	Well, go ahead, but I don't have time to play right now. I am late for picture day, and I just can't seem to get to school without being covered by unsightly debris. If only I had a sealed barrier to protect me from the filth of the outside world.
Patrick: I have a solution.	Ew!
Patrick: Ah. I have solved my hunger problem.	That's it! This jelly jar will insulate me from the dirty dregs of Bikini Bottom. If you don't mind, Patrick, we don't have much time.
Patrick: We're here. Hey, what did I bring jelly for?	Uh, Patrick...
Patrick: Oh, yeah. I was gonna put it on this peanut butter taco.	No, no, no, no, no, Patrick! I'm not jelly, I'm not jelly!
Patrick: Huh?! SpongeBob, get out of my taco! What's the matter, SpongeBob?	Patrick, I just wanted to take a decent picture today because someday, I will graduate from Boating School and I don't want to be remembered as the guy covered in peanut butter and taco shells!
Mrs. Puff: Oh, there you are! Photographer: Say cheese. Mrs. Puff: And here's the last one. Now, just give a nice smile to the camera, SpongeBob.	Wait, can I go home and change first?
Photographer: No time. Say cheese.	Cheese, cheese, cheese, cheese, cheese!
Photographer: Quit that moody brooding. This will clean you up. Don't snivel like that. A winner doesn't snivel. Try putting this on. This is it. Now you are looking like a winner. Mrs. Puff: SpongeBob, please stop crying so he can take the picture. Photographer: Do not worry, Mrs. Puff. I brought Pearlie.	I can't stop crying!
Photographer: This will make you smile, yeah, whether you want to or not. Say cheese.	Cheese. There I am. Hey, I don't look so bad after all!
French Narrator: Ah, behold the migration of the majestic clams. To search for warmer climates, and plentiful food. French Narrator: The clams have begun to signal each other. A hospitable location has been found. The grace they exhibit is truly— Zut alors! Dive! Dive!	Wow!
Patrick: What are you doing, SpongeBob?	I'm just checking out the beautiful clams. Did you know it's migration season?
Patrick: Yeah, I know. I don't know! I lied to you!	Patrick, it's okay!
Patrick: Okay.	Do you need to blow your nose?
Patrick: You're a good friend. So can I see the clams?	Sure! Here, use these.
Patrick: Thanks! Patrick: Hey! The binoculars are attacking!	Patrick!
Both: Phew!	Maybe we better just use our eyes.
Patrick: Good idea. Patrick: Ooh! Clams are so pretty!	Just look at all those majestic species! There's the Soft Shell Clam. The Hard Shell Clam. The Giant Clam.
Paco: Come on! Get out of the way!	Even a Razor Clam.
Bearded Fish: Just clean me up, as usual. Bearded Fish: I'm beautiful!	Aw, I wish the clams were closer to us so we can get a better look. Wait! I know! They're always hungry when they migrate! Patrick, the patties are for the clams!
Patrick: I'm sorry, SpongeBob.	Patrick!
Patrick: What? I'm not perfect. But I am full. Nap time!	Aw. It's working! Huh? Isn't that beautiful?
Squidward: What is in a Squidward? A Squidward by any other name would— Uh. Where was I? Ah, yes! A Squidward, dancing fast, moving like grace it— Oh, that is it! Will you clams clam up?! Oh, look at what the clams are doing to my beautiful home! SpongeBob, will you stop feeding those clams?	Why, Squidward?
Squidward: Because they're making a me— Agh! Stop!	Maybe I have been feeding these clams too much.
Squidward: I'll never be clean again!	♪Walking to work ain't too shabby! 'Cause I'll be whipping up a Krabby Patty!♪ Huh? Go on home, you clams! I have to go to work now. Go on. Go home. I don't have any more Krabby Patties for you. You need to find your own food. Okay then. I'll just— Oh! Follow the leader! Bye! I'll see you crazy clams later.
Archie: Hey, that's mine!	What are you doing? You know it's not nice to steal other people's food! Aw, don't worry. I see that we understand each other completely now. No! Bad clam! Sorry, sir!
Customer: Blagh.	What am I going to do? I can't leave the clams alone. They'll just have to go to work with me. Come on, you clams!
Squidward: No! Not again! I just got clean!	Remember, no stealing food. Perch here and be good clams while I work.
Mr. Krabs: What the barnacle is going on here? How did all these clams get inside?	I couldn't leave them outside. They were stealing people's Krabby Patties.
Mr. Krabs: Well, what do you think they're doing in here?	Uh, stealing people's Krabby Patties?
Mr. Krabs: And costing me money! Now get them out of here, boy! Ow!	Bad clam! Don't spit pearls at nice Mr. Krabs!
Mr. Krabs: Pearls? Ooh!	Don't worry, Mr. Krabs. I'll get all these clams out of here right now.
Mr. Krabs: Not so fast, SpongeBob. What's your hurry?	Didn't you just tell me to get the clams out of here 'cause they're stealing food from your customers?
Mr. Krabs: Ow! Forget the customers. If these clams keep spitting pearls at me, I'll be rich! Good clams. Good clams! Tee-hee-hee. Oh. Bad clams! Stupid clams! Smelly clams! Ow! Ow! Ooh! Ah! Ow! Ow!	I've gotta get these clams out of here! Follow me, clams.
Mr. Krabs: Wait! SpongeBob! Come back with those crummy clams! Whoa!	I figured if I tired them out, maybe they'll behave better. Let's go, clams. Good boys!
Unnamed woman: Are you Steven? Unnamed woman: Oh, thank goodness! I'm so new to this online dating thing. I'm always afraid the guy won't show up! Unnamed woman: Oh! You silver-tongued devil, you!	There you are! No dawdling, now, come on.
Unnamed woman: Call me!	Hey, there you are. No, no pushing! We share the swing. Like this. Just watch. Whee! Whoo-whoo-whoo-whoo-whoo-whoo!
Squidward: There you are!	Oh, hey, Squidward.
Squidward: Don't, Oh, hey, Squidward me! Not after you lured these monsters into town! They are a menace to society and we want them out!	I'm sorry the clams messed things up, but you must remember, they're wild animals.
Squidward: Exactly! And wild animals don't belong in a civilized town!	Oh, maybe you're right. If you really want the clams gone, then I'll lead them out of town.
Mr. Krabs: In that case, let me just say this from the heart. Give me more pearls, you stupid, smelly clams! I'm good.	Well, then, I guess this is good-bye.
French Narrator: One Season Later...	Oh, the life of a clam is the best! Brr! Getting cold out. Must be fall. I hate to say it, little clams, but it's time for you all to fly home to warmer climates. Don't be sad. We'll see each other next year. I promise. Now go on. The circle of life. Whelp, guess I should migrate home, too.
Squidward: Well, it took me a whole season, but it's finally clean. The clams! They're back!	Oh, wait, Squidward. It's just me!
Squidward: Drool pool! Patrick: What'd I miss?	Okay, have fun, you two. It sure is nice to be home.
Mr. Krabs: Please be money, please be money. Oh! That's not money. It's from SpongeBob. Dear Mr... Krabs, please come to my house tonight. I am having a free money party. Free money party!? This sounds too good to be true! Squidward: Dear Squidward, come to my house tonight, I am having a... ...latte sipping contest? This sound too good to be true! Sandy: Please come by my house tonight. I'm having a science fair! Oh, SpongeBob, this sounds too good to be true! Larry: I am having a weight lifting competition!? This sounds too good to be true! Mrs. Puff: A quiet evening studying the rules of the road!? Oh! Ahem... That sounds too good to be true. Plankton: A meeting of the minds to discuss the ultimate downfall of the Krusty Krab!? This sounds too good to be true!	Welcome, friends! Please come in! I'm so glad you all could make it! Tonight is going to be a magical evening filled with... magic!
Mr. Krabs: Eh... SpongeBob?	Yes, Mr. Krabs?
Mr. Krabs: Can we skip the magic and get right to the free money? Squidward: How 'bout the latte sipping? Larry: And what about the pumping of the iron? Plankton: And diabolical conspiracies? Sandy: And let's not forget the science fair!	The real reason I called you here was to watch this slideshow of photos from my family vacation!
Squidward, Sandy, Mr. Krabs, Plankton, Mrs. Puff, Larry, and Pearl: I knew it was too good to be true! Patrick: Ahaha! Ahaha! Sorry I'm late, SpongeBob! I had to find my movie watching hat! Plankton: That does it... I'm gone. Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow!	Wait! Wait! You're going to miss the first slide!
Squidward: Looks more like a slip than a slide. Ha ha! Mr. Krabs: I've seen enough.	Wait! Come back! See, it's Patrick!
Patrick: Hey! It's me! Squidward: Why is it all orange and blurry?	Where?
Squidward: See, right there on the entire thing!	Oh! That's because Patrick kept spraying the camera with Cheese Fizz! Patrick! You're spraying the camera with Cheese Fizz! The pictures will come out all orange and blurry.
Patrick: I can't help it, SpongeBob! I'm so excited about going on a family vacation with you and your parents that my aim is off! See? There we go...	I know what you mean. Sometimes it feels like I've been waiting my entire life to go on this trip!
Patrick: Really? Why is that?	Probably because I have.
Patrick: Have what?	Been waiting.
Patrick: Wait... you mean so... What?	Patrick! They're here!
Harold: Good morning son, are you ready to head out?	You bet!
Margaret: SpongeBob! Don't leave your luggage behind!	That's not luggage, it's Patrick! He's coming with us, remember?
Harold: Well, shake a leg, boys. The Great Barrier Reef isn't gonna visit itself! Margaret: Your father's right, son! Harold: They know I'm right... Patrick: You brought homework?	No, Patrick, it's a brochure detailing all the fun we'll have at our final destination! The Great Barrier Reef! See? there's a huge assortment of slides, and trampolines...
Patrick: And forts...	And ropes to swing on...
Patrick: And forts.	And a water park! Oh wait, that's just where you drooled on it. I can't wait to get there! How about you?
Patrick: No, I can't.	Yeah...
Patrick: No, I mean I really can't. I've been in this confined space for too long, somebody help! Get me out of here! Harold: Alright, boys, alright, turn down the volume back there. Margaret: I have an idea! Why don't we play a road game to pass the time?	Yeah!
Maragaret: Anybody know any? Patrick: Oh! Oh! Oh! Hide and seek!	Hey, why does he get to go first?
Harold: And she threw it all away... Patrick: Okay find me! Harold: Egad!	Maybe we should just sing the road song.
Patrick: ♪Road. Road. Road. Road.♪	♪When I'm on the road, I see stuff going by. When I'm on the road.♪
Patrick: ♪I got a bug in my eye.♪	♪When I'm on the road.♪
Margaret: ♪Looks like clear skies ahead.♪	♪When I'm on the road.♪
Harold: ♪Please stop touching my head.♪ All: ♪Let's all sing the road song.♪	♪I want to sing it all day long.♪
All: ♪Let's all sing the road song. Let's all sing along!♪	Um... anybody know any other good road tunes? How much farther to the nearest service station?
Harold: Probably pretty far son.	Oh, you're right!
Harold: So, uh, how's it lookin'? Service Station Worker: Well, it's got a cracked timing case cover, you've broken a couple keys off the timing gear, your radiator is damaged at the core, you got a cracked water pump, and a fractured injector line. Margaret: And what does all that mean? Service Station Worker: Well little missy, in technical terms... if she don't wanna run, she don't wanna run! Harold: Uh-huh. So what are we looking at time wise? Service Station Worker: Well now that depends... how much time ya got? Patrick: How much time ya- Not funny.	Hey at least they have a cozy-looking waiting room! Come on! Man, am I bored.
Patrick: I am beyond bored. I am... be...yord. Margaret: Oh boys! Is that a playground I see? Patrick: Not the most colorful playground I've seen.	Mm-mmm. This looks more like a grey-ground.
Cuts to swings, slide, and see-saw. SpongeBob takes a picture. Margaret: Well I'll just let you two amuse yourselves and come back for you when the boat's fixed.	Actually this place seems a little bit-
Margaret: Have fun! Patrick: Well this is a nasty turn of events.	You're preaching to the choir, Patrick.
Patrick: I knew it was gonna happen, too.	You did? How?
Patrick: Because it happens every time I keep my cheese fizz in my back pocket! Darn! It's almost empty!	Well, I guess we'll have to make the best of it. This is fun! Hey Patrick, you-
Patrick: Huh? SpongeBob, were you talking to me? I could have sworn SpongeBob was calling me from this direction. SpongeBob, where are you?!	Hey, Patrick.
Patrick: Huh? SpongeBob? Oh come on, where are you hiding? This isn't funny! Huh.	Patrick, I'm right here.
Patrick: Oh, hey SpongeBob! How'd ya get there?	Well, I was on this see-saw-
Patrick: Slide!	Patrick, do you need help?
Patrick: Huh? With the slide stuck to my bottom? Nah, I want it there. I hate you slide! Oh, sorry SpongeBob.	Hey look, a swingset! Can't go wrong with this old-time playground favorite. Weee. Hey, this is almost like being at The Great Barrier Reef, huh? Try it, Patrick.
Patrick: Okay. It's not working.	Go back and forth like this. There you go! Now you're getting into the... swing of things!
Patrick: Hey, watch me go!	Patrick?
Patrick:	Patrick! I'm coming! Patrick?
Patrick: SpongeBob?	Patrick! Are you okay?
Patrick: No, I'm not okay.	You're not?
Patrick: No, I'm great! That was awesome! Let's do it again!	Yeah, Patrick, wait for me. Something tells me that is a one-way drain. How long have we been walking here, Patrick?
Patrick: Well, that depends on who you ask.	Why?
Patrick: Well, if you ask someone with a watch, they might be able to tell you.	Are you getting hungry?
Patrick: Yeah! How'd you know?	I could hear your stomach growling. For a second I thought it was some scary monster coming to eat us.
Patrick: That's funny! Couldn't have been my stomach growling though.	It couldn't?
Patrick: Nope. I had its vocal cords removed before the trip.	Well, I coud've sworn that I heard-
(Monster growling) Patrick: SpongeBob, I heard it! I heard growling!	No, that time it was my stomach. There's got to be something around here to eat. Patrick, I found some berries we can- not eat!
Patrick: Thanks for the warning.	Patrick, where did you get the kelp cake?
Patrick: From the vending machine!	Oh.
Patrick: Was it your stomach that time too?	Nope. ...Run for your life! It's getting closer! Oh no! It's a sheer drop-off! What do we do?
Patrick: Don't ask me! I don't remember being eaten alive on this trip's itinerary.	I'm too young to be digested!
Patrick: Wait, SpongeBob! I know how to get us out of this!	You do?
Patrick: I saw something like this in a movie once! Now watch closely, and do exactly what I do!	Roger! Okay, now what?

Patrick: Hey, buddy.

Patrick, a little privacy here.

Patrick: Oh, sorry, SpongeBob. I just came over to borrow some jelly.

Well, go ahead, but I don't have time to play right now. I am late for picture day, and I just can't seem to get to school without being covered by unsightly debris. If only I had a sealed barrier to protect me from the filth of the outside world.

Patrick: I have a solution.

Ew!

Patrick: Ah. I have solved my hunger problem.

That's it! This jelly jar will insulate me from the dirty dregs of Bikini Bottom. If you don't mind, Patrick, we don't have much time.

Patrick: We're here. Hey, what did I bring jelly for?

Uh, Patrick...

Patrick: Oh, yeah. I was gonna put it on this peanut butter taco.

No, no, no, no, no, Patrick! I'm not jelly, I'm not jelly!

Patrick: Huh?! SpongeBob, get out of my taco! What's the matter, SpongeBob?

Patrick, I just wanted to take a decent picture today because someday, I will graduate from Boating School and I don't want to be remembered as the guy covered in peanut butter and taco shells!

Mrs. Puff: Oh, there you are! Photographer: Say cheese. Mrs. Puff: And here's the last one. Now, just give a nice smile to the camera, SpongeBob.

Wait, can I go home and change first?

Photographer: No time. Say cheese.

Cheese, cheese, cheese, cheese, cheese!

Photographer: Quit that moody brooding. This will clean you up. Don't snivel like that. A winner doesn't snivel. Try putting this on. This is it. Now you are looking like a winner. Mrs. Puff: SpongeBob, please stop crying so he can take the picture. Photographer: Do not worry, Mrs. Puff. I brought Pearlie.

I can't stop crying!

Photographer: This will make you smile, yeah, whether you want to or not. Say cheese.

Cheese. There I am. Hey, I don't look so bad after all!

French Narrator: Ah, behold the migration of the majestic clams. To search for warmer climates, and plentiful food. French Narrator: The clams have begun to signal each other. A hospitable location has been found. The grace they exhibit is truly— Zut alors! Dive! Dive!

Wow!

Patrick: What are you doing, SpongeBob?

I'm just checking out the beautiful clams. Did you know it's migration season?

Patrick: Yeah, I know. I don't know! I lied to you!

Patrick, it's okay!

Patrick: Okay.

Do you need to blow your nose?

Patrick: You're a good friend. So can I see the clams?

Sure! Here, use these.

Patrick: Thanks! Patrick: Hey! The binoculars are attacking!

Patrick!

Both: Phew!

Maybe we better just use our eyes.

Patrick: Good idea. Patrick: Ooh! Clams are so pretty!

Just look at all those majestic species! There's the Soft Shell Clam. The Hard Shell Clam. The Giant Clam.

Paco: Come on! Get out of the way!

Even a Razor Clam.

Bearded Fish: Just clean me up, as usual. Bearded Fish: I'm beautiful!

Aw, I wish the clams were closer to us so we can get a better look. Wait! I know! They're always hungry when they migrate! Patrick, the patties are for the clams!

Patrick: I'm sorry, SpongeBob.

Patrick!

Patrick: What? I'm not perfect. But I am full. Nap time!

Aw. It's working! Huh? Isn't that beautiful?

Squidward: What is in a Squidward? A Squidward by any other name would— Uh. Where was I? Ah, yes! A Squidward, dancing fast, moving like grace it— Oh, that is it! Will you clams clam up?! Oh, look at what the clams are doing to my beautiful home! SpongeBob, will you stop feeding those clams?

Why, Squidward?

Squidward: Because they're making a me— Agh! Stop!

Maybe I have been feeding these clams too much.

Squidward: I'll never be clean again!

♪Walking to work ain't too shabby! 'Cause I'll be whipping up a Krabby Patty!♪ Huh? Go on home, you clams! I have to go to work now. Go on. Go home. I don't have any more Krabby Patties for you. You need to find your own food. Okay then. I'll just— Oh! Follow the leader! Bye! I'll see you crazy clams later.

Archie: Hey, that's mine!

What are you doing? You know it's not nice to steal other people's food! Aw, don't worry. I see that we understand each other completely now. No! Bad clam! Sorry, sir!

Customer: Blagh.

What am I going to do? I can't leave the clams alone. They'll just have to go to work with me. Come on, you clams!

Squidward: No! Not again! I just got clean!

Remember, no stealing food. Perch here and be good clams while I work.

Mr. Krabs: What the barnacle is going on here? How did all these clams get inside?

I couldn't leave them outside. They were stealing people's Krabby Patties.

Mr. Krabs: Well, what do you think they're doing in here?

Uh, stealing people's Krabby Patties?

Mr. Krabs: And costing me money! Now get them out of here, boy! Ow!

Bad clam! Don't spit pearls at nice Mr. Krabs!

Mr. Krabs: Pearls? Ooh!

Don't worry, Mr. Krabs. I'll get all these clams out of here right now.

Mr. Krabs: Not so fast, SpongeBob. What's your hurry?

Didn't you just tell me to get the clams out of here 'cause they're stealing food from your customers?

Mr. Krabs: Ow! Forget the customers. If these clams keep spitting pearls at me, I'll be rich! Good clams. Good clams! Tee-hee-hee. Oh. Bad clams! Stupid clams! Smelly clams! Ow! Ow! Ooh! Ah! Ow! Ow!

I've gotta get these clams out of here! Follow me, clams.

Mr. Krabs: Wait! SpongeBob! Come back with those crummy clams! Whoa!

I figured if I tired them out, maybe they'll behave better. Let's go, clams. Good boys!

Unnamed woman: Are you Steven? Unnamed woman: Oh, thank goodness! I'm so new to this online dating thing. I'm always afraid the guy won't show up! Unnamed woman: Oh! You silver-tongued devil, you!

There you are! No dawdling, now, come on.

Unnamed woman: Call me!

Hey, there you are. No, no pushing! We share the swing. Like this. Just watch. Whee! Whoo-whoo-whoo-whoo-whoo-whoo!

Squidward: There you are!

Oh, hey, Squidward.

Squidward: Don't, Oh, hey, Squidward me! Not after you lured these monsters into town! They are a menace to society and we want them out!

I'm sorry the clams messed things up, but you must remember, they're wild animals.

Squidward: Exactly! And wild animals don't belong in a civilized town!

Oh, maybe you're right. If you really want the clams gone, then I'll lead them out of town.

Mr. Krabs: In that case, let me just say this from the heart. Give me more pearls, you stupid, smelly clams! I'm good.

Well, then, I guess this is good-bye.

French Narrator: One Season Later...

Oh, the life of a clam is the best! Brr! Getting cold out. Must be fall. I hate to say it, little clams, but it's time for you all to fly home to warmer climates. Don't be sad. We'll see each other next year. I promise. Now go on. The circle of life. Whelp, guess I should migrate home, too.

Squidward: Well, it took me a whole season, but it's finally clean. The clams! They're back!

Oh, wait, Squidward. It's just me!

Squidward: Drool pool! Patrick: What'd I miss?

Okay, have fun, you two. It sure is nice to be home.

Mr. Krabs: Please be money, please be money. Oh! That's not money. It's from SpongeBob. Dear Mr... Krabs, please come to my house tonight. I am having a free money party. Free money party!? This sounds too good to be true! Squidward: Dear Squidward, come to my house tonight, I am having a... ...latte sipping contest? This sound too good to be true! Sandy: Please come by my house tonight. I'm having a science fair! Oh, SpongeBob, this sounds too good to be true! Larry: I am having a weight lifting competition!? This sounds too good to be true! Mrs. Puff: A quiet evening studying the rules of the road!? Oh! Ahem... That sounds too good to be true. Plankton: A meeting of the minds to discuss the ultimate downfall of the Krusty Krab!? This sounds too good to be true!

Welcome, friends! Please come in! I'm so glad you all could make it! Tonight is going to be a magical evening filled with... magic!

Mr. Krabs: Eh... SpongeBob?

Yes, Mr. Krabs?

Mr. Krabs: Can we skip the magic and get right to the free money? Squidward: How 'bout the latte sipping? Larry: And what about the pumping of the iron? Plankton: And diabolical conspiracies? Sandy: And let's not forget the science fair!

The real reason I called you here was to watch this slideshow of photos from my family vacation!

Squidward, Sandy, Mr. Krabs, Plankton, Mrs. Puff, Larry, and Pearl: I knew it was too good to be true! Patrick: Ahaha! Ahaha! Sorry I'm late, SpongeBob! I had to find my movie watching hat! Plankton: That does it... I'm gone. Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow!

Wait! Wait! You're going to miss the first slide!

Squidward: Looks more like a slip than a slide. Ha ha! Mr. Krabs: I've seen enough.

Wait! Come back! See, it's Patrick!

Patrick: Hey! It's me! Squidward: Why is it all orange and blurry?

Where?

Squidward: See, right there on the entire thing!

Oh! That's because Patrick kept spraying the camera with Cheese Fizz! Patrick! You're spraying the camera with Cheese Fizz! The pictures will come out all orange and blurry.

Patrick: I can't help it, SpongeBob! I'm so excited about going on a family vacation with you and your parents that my aim is off! See? There we go...

I know what you mean. Sometimes it feels like I've been waiting my entire life to go on this trip!

Patrick: Really? Why is that?

Probably because I have.

Patrick: Have what?

Been waiting.

Patrick: Wait... you mean so... What?

Patrick! They're here!

Harold: Good morning son, are you ready to head out?

You bet!

Margaret: SpongeBob! Don't leave your luggage behind!

That's not luggage, it's Patrick! He's coming with us, remember?

Harold: Well, shake a leg, boys. The Great Barrier Reef isn't gonna visit itself! Margaret: Your father's right, son! Harold: They know I'm right... Patrick: You brought homework?

No, Patrick, it's a brochure detailing all the fun we'll have at our final destination! The Great Barrier Reef! See? there's a huge assortment of slides, and trampolines...

Patrick: And forts...

And ropes to swing on...

Patrick: And forts.

And a water park! Oh wait, that's just where you drooled on it. I can't wait to get there! How about you?

Patrick: No, I can't.

Yeah...

Patrick: No, I mean I really can't. I've been in this confined space for too long, somebody help! Get me out of here! Harold: Alright, boys, alright, turn down the volume back there. Margaret: I have an idea! Why don't we play a road game to pass the time?

Yeah!

Maragaret: Anybody know any? Patrick: Oh! Oh! Oh! Hide and seek!

Hey, why does he get to go first?

Harold: And she threw it all away... Patrick: Okay find me! Harold: Egad!

Maybe we should just sing the road song.

Patrick: ♪Road. Road. Road. Road.♪

♪When I'm on the road, I see stuff going by. When I'm on the road.♪

Patrick: ♪I got a bug in my eye.♪

♪When I'm on the road.♪

Margaret: ♪Looks like clear skies ahead.♪

♪When I'm on the road.♪

Harold: ♪Please stop touching my head.♪ All: ♪Let's all sing the road song.♪

♪I want to sing it all day long.♪

All: ♪Let's all sing the road song. Let's all sing along!♪

Um... anybody know any other good road tunes? How much farther to the nearest service station?

Harold: Probably pretty far son.

Oh, you're right!

Harold: So, uh, how's it lookin'? Service Station Worker: Well, it's got a cracked timing case cover, you've broken a couple keys off the timing gear, your radiator is damaged at the core, you got a cracked water pump, and a fractured injector line. Margaret: And what does all that mean? Service Station Worker: Well little missy, in technical terms... if she don't wanna run, she don't wanna run! Harold: Uh-huh. So what are we looking at time wise? Service Station Worker: Well now that depends... how much time ya got? Patrick: How much time ya- Not funny.

Hey at least they have a cozy-looking waiting room! Come on! Man, am I bored.

Patrick: I am beyond bored. I am... be...yord. Margaret: Oh boys! Is that a playground I see? Patrick: Not the most colorful playground I've seen.

Mm-mmm. This looks more like a grey-ground.

Cuts to swings, slide, and see-saw. SpongeBob takes a picture. Margaret: Well I'll just let you two amuse yourselves and come back for you when the boat's fixed.

Actually this place seems a little bit-

Margaret: Have fun! Patrick: Well this is a nasty turn of events.

You're preaching to the choir, Patrick.

Patrick: I knew it was gonna happen, too.

You did? How?

Patrick: Because it happens every time I keep my cheese fizz in my back pocket! Darn! It's almost empty!

Well, I guess we'll have to make the best of it. This is fun! Hey Patrick, you-

Patrick: Huh? SpongeBob, were you talking to me? I could have sworn SpongeBob was calling me from this direction. SpongeBob, where are you?!

Hey, Patrick.

Patrick: Huh? SpongeBob? Oh come on, where are you hiding? This isn't funny! Huh.

Patrick, I'm right here.

Patrick: Oh, hey SpongeBob! How'd ya get there?

Well, I was on this see-saw-

Patrick: Slide!

Patrick, do you need help?

Patrick: Huh? With the slide stuck to my bottom? Nah, I want it there. I hate you slide! Oh, sorry SpongeBob.

Hey look, a swingset! Can't go wrong with this old-time playground favorite. Weee. Hey, this is almost like being at The Great Barrier Reef, huh? Try it, Patrick.

Patrick: Okay. It's not working.

Go back and forth like this. There you go! Now you're getting into the... swing of things!

Patrick: Hey, watch me go!

Patrick?

Patrick:

Patrick! I'm coming! Patrick?

Patrick: SpongeBob?

Patrick! Are you okay?

Patrick: No, I'm not okay.

You're not?

Patrick: No, I'm great! That was awesome! Let's do it again!

Yeah, Patrick, wait for me. Something tells me that is a one-way drain. How long have we been walking here, Patrick?

Patrick: Well, that depends on who you ask.

Why?

Patrick: Well, if you ask someone with a watch, they might be able to tell you.

Are you getting hungry?

Patrick: Yeah! How'd you know?

I could hear your stomach growling. For a second I thought it was some scary monster coming to eat us.

Patrick: That's funny! Couldn't have been my stomach growling though.

It couldn't?

Patrick: Nope. I had its vocal cords removed before the trip.

Well, I coud've sworn that I heard-

(Monster growling) Patrick: SpongeBob, I heard it! I heard growling!

No, that time it was my stomach. There's got to be something around here to eat. Patrick, I found some berries we can- not eat!

Patrick: Thanks for the warning.

Patrick, where did you get the kelp cake?

Patrick: From the vending machine!

Oh.

Patrick: Was it your stomach that time too?

Nope. ...Run for your life! It's getting closer! Oh no! It's a sheer drop-off! What do we do?

Patrick: Don't ask me! I don't remember being eaten alive on this trip's itinerary.

I'm too young to be digested!

Patrick: Wait, SpongeBob! I know how to get us out of this!

You do?

Patrick: I saw something like this in a movie once! Now watch closely, and do exactly what I do!

Roger! Okay, now what?