rqchao/spongebob · Datasets at Hugging Face

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Strangler: Finally, away from that guy.	Good idea, bodyguard. They’ll never find us up here. Good thinking, bodyguard. The Strangler could have been on that plane. Bodyguard, bodyguard!
Strangler: Look, kid... I'm not your bodyguard! I'm the Strangler! See?!	The Strangler!
Officer Nancy: Good work, SpongeBob. You put the Strangler behind bars. Strangler: At least I'm safe from that yellow idiot. Patrick: Hey, Mac, what're you in for? Frankie Billy: Once around the roundabout. Left at the wall. Over the Bump of Truth. And finally, the flaming hoop! Thank you, Mrs. Puff, I am now a car daring figure and a producing member of society. Woo-hoo! Yeah! Mrs. Puff: Oh, nothing brings me more joy than teaching. I can't wait to pass my next student.	Hello, Mrs. Puff. I'm all set for my driving test. Mrs. Puff, you okay?
Mrs. Puff: Just start driving. Turn this boat around immediately!	Right away, ma’am. Don't worry, Mrs. Puff. I have this under control...
Announcer: Next up, Goin' Bananas 3: In 3D. Teenage Fish #1: Hey, dude, pass the 3D glasses. This is supposed to be, like, in 3D. Teenage Fish #2:: Oh, yeah, right! Driver: Here I am! I'm coming at ya like your worst nightmare! Teenage Fish #1 and #2: Wow! Mrs. Puff: I think it's safe to say you have once again, failed your driving test!	Uh, but, Mrs, Puff, I-
Mrs. Puff: No buts, SpongeBob! You fail this test over and over! I'm beginning to think you are simply... unteachable! Now, get out of my sight!	I...I... I-I'm sorry, Mrs. Puff!
Teenage Fish: Dude, this is, like, the gnarliest 3-D movie ever! Mrs. Puff: If only SpongeBob could pass his boating test, he'd be out of my life once and for all. Unfortunately, I keep getting reminded of the consequences if I get too angry with the little nuisance. I can't even leave town without violating my parole. If there was only some way that I didn't have to live in fear. Fear! That's the answer! SpongeBob is afraid of the driving course! So it would stand to reason that if he took the driving test somewhere else besides the driving course, he would pass! Of course! The answer's been in front of me all along! I'll test SpongeBob on a real road and then he'll be out of my life forever! Yeah! What could possibly go wrong?	Not now, Gary. Can't you see I'm wallowing in my own filth? Come back later; I'm wallowing.
Mrs. Puff: SpongeBob? SpongeBob? SpongeBob!	I'm sorry, Mrs. Puff. I am trying to stay out of your sight.
Mrs. Puff: Oh, that! Let's forget what I said. It's time to take a fresh approach.	Mrs. Puff, I...You said...Don't you remember? I'm un-
Mrs. Puff: We don't have time for this, SpongeBob. We have a long day of driving ahead of us.	Mrs. Puff, why have you taken me to this weathery moat and slightly scary landscape?
Mrs. Puff: To overcome your fears, silly.	It's not working!
Mrs. Puff: Here we are!	Uh, where are we?
Mrs. Puff: This old abandoned road is the perfect venue for your driving test.	Dr-iving test?!
Mrs. Puff: That's right! You're free from all the distracting obstacles on the boating course. Out here, there's nothing but the road. Now, scooch over. Come on. Scooch over.	But Mrs. Puff, what about the fact that I'm unteachable?
Mrs. Puff: Forget all about that. Out here, you can teach a hermit crab to boat.	Mrs. Puff, I'm still intimidated!
Mrs. Puff: Listen. If you're nervous about boating, simply repeat the words: Focus on the road, there is nothing but the road. Got it?	O-o-okay. Focus on the road, there is nothing but the road. Focus on the road, there is nothing but the road. Uh, focus on the road, there is nothing but the road. Focus on the road. There is nothing but the road. Hey, look at me. I'm not crashing and stuff.
Mrs. Puff: Wonderful! Keep that up and I'll have no choice but to pass you! Just repeat your mantra.	Focus on the road, the open unintimidating road.
Mrs. Puff: Boating within the lines. Well done.	Focus on the road. There is nothing but the road.
Mrs. Puff: Finally using your turn signal, woohoo! Check.	Focus on the road. There is nothing but the road.
Mrs. Puff: Roundabout navigation, check!	Focus on the road, there is nothing but the road!
Mrs. Puff: Safe and steady acceleration, check!	Focus on the road... There is nothing but the road.
Mrs. Puff: Check...check...and...CHECK! What is this?! Mrs. Puff: Only one more test, and it's the easiest one yet. SpongeBob, all you have to do is safely dock this vessel.	Focus on the road, there is nothing but the road. Focus on the road, there is nothing but the road. Focus... on the...road? What happened to the road!?
Mrs. Puff: Calm down, SpongeBob. Listen: all you have to do is safely stop this vessel!	Uh...focus on the road, there is nothing but the road!
Mrs. Puff: Just stop the boat!	Uh, focus on the - uh-uh-uh... The road!
Mrs. Puff: SpongeBob, wait! Mrs. Puff: SpongeBoooob!	That was a close one Mrs. Puff. But I am back on the road and ready to focus upon it.
Mrs. Puff: SpongeBob? This isn't just any road. It's a 10-lane Intertial Seaway!	Shu-ven-tah-dil-in-chi-huh?!
Mrs. Puff: Stay calm, SpongeBob. SpongeBob? SpongeBob?! SpongeBob! Remember your mantra?	Right. Focus on the road, there is nothing but the road I can't even see the road! .
Mrs. Puff: SpongeBob! Give me the wheel, SpongeBob. Oh, dear! He's completely frozen up! Fiddlesticks! Police Officer: Reckless drivers. I loathe reckless drivers. Police Officer: Pull over, you menace!	Uh, Mrs. Puff, can I have my arms back?
Police Officer: I said, stop your vessel!	Sorry, Mr. Officer sir, I'm applying the brakes!
Police Officer: Uh, we got us a runner. Mrs. Puff: Pull over, SpongeBob... And make it quick. Look! No! Mrs. Puff: SpongeBob, hit the brakes!	Huh? Oh! Okay!
Mrs. Puff: Goodness gracious. There isn't a scratch on this vessel. SpongeBob? The test is history! You, you passed! Here's your license! And I'm free! Ha ha! Officer: I don't think so. Mrs. Puff: Is there a problem, officer? Officer: Well, you crossed the county line three miles back. You, ma'am, are a parole violator, which makes this test...null and void. I'll take that. Mrs. Puff: SpongeBob, I'll get you for this! I'll get you! Plankton: Ha! Mr. Krabs: Hold it right there, Plankton. Plankton: Krabs! Mr. Krabs: I'll take that. Plankton: How'd you know it was me? Mr. Krabs: Next time, wear a disguise without your initial on it. Plankton: Hmmm... perhaps a peppershaker was a bit obvious. Mr. Krabs: You think? SpongeBob!	Wooo-ooo!
Announcer: 3, 2, 1…, launch! Plankton: AAHH! Plankton: Never! Never! I'll never get Krabs' formula! Mr. Krabs is too powerful. If only there were a way to render him helpless! Sadie: Oh, look at you, you're so small, tiny and helpless. Plankton: Hey, I resent that! Huh? Sadie: Why, you're so tiny and helpless, I could take your formula whenever I wanted to and you couldn't do a thing about it. Plankton: Something about that woman reminds me of my mother. That's it! Finally, victory will be mine! I'll turn Eugene Krabs into a powerless… baby. Mr. Krabs: Ooh, a penny. A trail of pennies! Plankton: I've done it! Nothing can stop me now! My goo goo gas will transform Krabs into a tiny helpless infant! The key to the Krusty Krab. This is easier than I hoped. He's a little bigger than I imagined. Whoa! No, no! Ow, ow, ow! Oof! Whoa!	Hey, a baby! What are you doing out here all alone, baby? I'll take charge of you until your mommy shows up! Oh, aren't you just too cute. Coochie coochie coo!
Plankton: Hello! If you're done making a total fool out of yourself, I could use some help with this lock.	Oh, sure thing, Plankton. Here you go, little guy.
Plankton: Yes, my plan is working perfectly! Now that I've turned Krabs into a helpless baby, the Krabby Patty formula will be mine! Hello.	Police! Police!
Plankton: Fools, you'll never hold me! Your primitive shackles are no match for my genius. That was easy. I'm free! Free!	Oh, Squidward. Thank Neptune you're here. I found this baby all alone. But he wasn't really alone, he was with Plankton! And he's not a baby! It's Mr. Krabs! Plankton turned him into an infant so he could steal the Krabby Patty formula! What do we do, Squidward?
Squidward: I don't know about you, but I'm going on my coffee break. A very long coffee break. Plankton: …and then that blasted sponge called the cops! That's just not cricket. Now I'll never be a tyrannical overlord. Karen: Do I have to tell you how to do everything? Next time, spray SpongeBob, too. Plankton: Not sure I follow you. Karen: Listen carefully. Spray... Plankton: Yes. Karen: ...Sponge.... Plankton: Uh-huh. Karen: ....Bob..... Plankton: Right. Karen: ....Too! Plankton: Now you're just talking gibberish. What I really need is to spray Mr. Krabs and SpongeBob. Karen: That's just what I… Plankton: I don't wanna hear anymore of your loony schemes, Karen. I've got work to do!	Aw, what's wrong, Mr. Baby Krabs? Are you thirsty? That's it, drink up! Okay, maybe you're hungry? How about a nice soft Krabby Patty? Yikes. Not even a Krabby Patty helps. How about a stack of 20s?
Plankton: Hands in the air!	Plankton!
Plankton: That's right, SpongeBob, I'm back! And you won't stop me this time. What? SpongeBob's a baby, but Krabs is back to normal? It seems the second dose acts as an antidote! One squirt equals baby, two squirts equals adult! Or is it three squirts for baby and four squirts for adult? Barnacles, I've run out of gas! Mr. Krabs: Ahem! Plankton: Krabs! Nice diaper. Hold on, hold on! I think I... Yes, I've got it! Mr. Krabs: Better be something other than bills this time. Plankton! Plankton: Peek-a-boo! Mr. Krabs: I can't tolerate your stinky gas! Dennis: Miss Shell: That makes two of us. Dennis: I don't do it on purpose! Mr. Krabs: You'll never catch me, Plankton! Never! Ooh…a nother penny! Come to papa! Now, what were we doing? Plankton: This! What's the matter, baby? Are you gonna cry? What the heck happened to you? This isn't baby gas! It's senior citizen spray! Mr. Krabs: Eh? What was that, sonny? Plankton: Out of my way, Methuselah! You're old and useless.	Hold it right there! Old people are out greatest natural resource! I salute you, elder citizenry!
Plankton: I'm getting old listening to this. Let's try this again!	I remember when a quarter used to cost a nickel.
Plankton: This baby gas is worthless! At least you're way too old to stop me from stealing a Krabby Patty!	What was that, sonny?
Plankton: It'll take more time to explain than you have left.	What?
Mr. Krabs: He's got the Krabby Patty! Catch him!	Catch who?
Mr. Krabs: Oh, Gesundheit. Plankton: Victory is mine!	Come back here, you little whippersnapper!
Mr. Krabs: You kids get off my lawn! I'll catch up with you, boy!	I'm catching up with my knitting.
Mr. Krabs: That's it! Knit, little nitwit! Plankton: That was almost too easy. What? No! I demand you geezers release me! Mr. Krabs: Right after the party. The piñata party. Plankton: What? Senior Citizens: That's for calling us old. Plankton: Hey, quit it! Senior Citizens: I want candy! Plankton: No! Plankton: One squirt equals baby, carry over the two plus the square root of SpongeBob. Of course! The final ingredient that I've been lacking! It's so simple yet so evil! And I know just the place to get it. Plankton: Excuse me, what aisle did you get that from? Shubie: You mean the Kelp-O? Plankton: No, that thing! The ugly drippy smelly thing. Shubie: Are you talking about my baby? creep! Plankton: Ow, ow, ow! Baby powder? This could be just what I need! Hey, buddy, is this made of real or artificial babies? Ow, ow, ow, ow! That powdered baby did the trick! Now my baby gas can't possibly fail! Karen: Just like all your other plans that couldn't possibly fail? Plankton: What is it now, Karen? Karen: I'm saying you should test your gas before you run over there all willy nilly! Plankton: That's an excellent idea. And I know just the guinea pig! Karen: Plankton, don't you dare! Plankton: Karen! Speak to me! It worked! Plankton: Everyone say your ABCs! Now when you turn into babies, you stay babies! Hey, Krabs, catch!	What's wrong, little feller?
Plankton: That was loud. Narrator: Welcome to Bikini Bottom, where can be found some of the finest specimens of undersea life. Well, you know. Patrick: An award? I never got an award before! Eeeee! Look rock, I got an award. Jellyfish, I got an award. Island, I got an awar... I gotta show SpongeBob.	Hold still, Gary.
Gary: Meow.	Almost done.
Patrick: Hey, SpongeBob, guess what? I got an award.	That's great, Patrick. What's it for?
Patrick: See for yourself.	For Outstanding Achievement In Achievement: SpongeBob SquarePants?
Patrick: SpongeBob SquarePants? That's a funny way to spell my name.	Patrick, I think the award is for me. You must've got it by mistake.
Patrick: But, it's shiny.	Yeah, but you know what else is shiny?
Patrick: Ice cream!	Exactly!
Patrick: I can find it. Is it in here?	No, don't! That's my... ...award closet.
Patrick: I want an award!	Aww, Patrick, don't cry. You'll get an award one day.
Patrick: I'm never gonna get an award 'cause I've never done anything.	But you're Patrick... Star. You can do anything you want.
Patrick: That's easy for you to say. You're SpongeBob.	Patrick, if you wanna win an award, you have to do something.
Patrick: Hmmm...I wanna defeat the giant monkeyman and save the 9th dimension!	Me too! But that sounds a little hard. Why don't we start smaller?
Patrick: I wanna defeat the little monkeyman and save the 8th dimension!	Smaller.
Patrick: Doctor?	Smaller.
Patrick: Fireman?	The smallest you can think of.
Patrick: A job at the Krusty Krab?	Yeah! I do things at work all the time.
Patrick: Then let's go. Patrick: Boy, it sure was nice of Mr. Krabs to give me a job.	And at 50 dollars an hour, too. When I started working here, I had to pay Mr. Krabs 100 dollars an hour. Hey, Squidward, guess who just got a job?
Squidward: Guess who just quit? Patrick: Do I get my award yet?	You have to work for it, remember?
Patrick: Tartar sauce.	Pick up order!
Patrick: Do I get my award, now?	No, you have to take the tray to the customer.
Patrick: Ok.	Almost. Try again and this time make sure the food gets to the table.
Patrick: Like that?	Nope.
Patrick: Barnacles!	Let's try something different. All you have to do is answer the phone.
Patrick: Aye aye, Captain! Guy on Phone: Is this the Krusty Krab? Patrick: No, this is Patrick. Girl on Phone: Is this the Krusty Krab? Patrick: No, this is Patrick! Another Guy on Phone: Is this the Krusty Krab? Patrick: No! This is Patrick! I'm not a Krusty Krab.	Uhh, Patrick, that's the name of the restaurant.
Patrick: Huh? Oh...Fishpaste!	It looks a little dusty around Table 3. How about you sweep it out?
Patrick: What's the point? I can't do anything right.	You'll do fine.
Nat: Hey pal. You just blow in from Stupidtown?	Keep trying, Patrick.
Delivery Guy: I've got a load of awards for SpongeBob SquarePants. Patrick: Why can't I do anything right?!	Kitchen!
Patrick: I'm never gonna get an award, now.	Don't give up, Patrick. This time I've got something I know you can do. We're gonna open a jar. Easy. Now you try. First get a jar. Patrick, that's a pickle.
Patrick: Yes.	You need a jar. No. No. No. Try...this! Now take the lid off the jar. Just relax. Lift your hand. Great! We're almost there. Now put it on the lid. No, the lid. Freeze! Almost there. Now head for the lid. Cold. Warmer. Warmer. Warmer. You're hot. You're on fire! Ok, ok. Wait, wait. Do exactly as I do. Exactly as I do. Exactly. Exactly. Exactly. No, no, Patrick, you did it! That was great, Patrick! You really got the hang of it.
Patrick: Yeah. Remember when I had my hand up? And I put it on the lid?	That's creepy...but flattering! I'm ready, I'm ready, I'm ready... Huh? Well, back to the ol' grind.
Patrick: Well, back to the ol' grind.	Forget my hat.
SpongeBob and Patrick: Whew!	Dropped my spatula.
Patrick: Uhh, me, too. Ow!	Aha! You're copying me!
Patrick: Yes.	Why are you doing that?
Patrick: So I can win an award like you.	Well, it's annoying, so stop it!
Patrick: Stop it.	Say, you're good.
Patrick: Thanks. SpongeBob and Patrick: Ha! Darn. Mary had a little lamb whose fleece was white as...pickle fish lips! Sea weavle. Gorgy smorgy.	At least I'm safe inside my mind.
Patrick: At least I'm safe inside my mind. SpongeBob and Patrick:	Stop copying me!
Patrick: There's no award for that! Squidward: Well, I guess it's safe to go in now.	Patrick, how long are you gonna keep this up?
Patrick: Until I have as many awards as you.	We'll see about that!
Patrick: No, we won't.	I'm the jump-rope champion of Bikini Bottom.
Patrick: Me, too.	Oh, yeah? I call this one: The Slice N' Dice. Ha! Not a scratch on me.
Patrick: Oh, no, you don't!	Not much fun being me, now, huh, Patrick?
Patrick: Are you kidding? I used to do this way before I started copying you. Patrick: My turn!	I wish I had the old Patrick back, but he just wants to be like me. Hi, I'm Patrick Star. I'm the laziest, pinkest starfish in Bikini Bottom and I wish I were me and not SpongeBob.
Patrick: What's so great about being a big pink loser? Exactly. I was never closer to an award then the minute I started copying you.	But, Patrick...
Patrick: Patrick's not here! Delivery Guy: Trophy delivery!	Another trophy?
Patrick: Oh, great! What's it for THIS time?	'For Doing Absolutely Nothing Longer Than Anyone Else'. Patrick! This trophy's for you!
Patrick: Yay! Eee!	So, what are you gonna do, now?
Patrick: I'm gonna go protect my title. Narrator: So you thought I was kidding, huh? No, in Bikini Bottom, excellence can be found, even under a rock. Plankton: Wah! Karen: Oh, Sheldon. You're so romantic. Plankton: It's all about you today, Karen. Karen: Oh, this makes up of a lot of your stupidity lately, Plankton. Plankton: Plankton's stepped away for a moment. The name's Ray Ray, and I am at your service, m'lady. Pow! Karen: Oh, kiss me, pipsqueak. I mean, Ray Ray. Plankton: Grandma?! I told you never to call me on this screen. Lily Plankton: Sheldon, is that you? Plankton: Yes, it's me, Grandma. Always nice to hear from you. Okay, gotta go. Lily Plankton: Okay, sweetie. See you tomorrow at 8 AM sharp. Plankton: Right, see you then. Wait a minute, what? 8 AM? Um, what's happening at 8 AM, Grandma? Lily Plankton: Don't you remember, silly? You promised me you'd own the Krusty Krab by my 90th birthday. Well, my 90th is tomorrow! You do own the Krusty Krab now, right? Plankton: Lie, that's it! Uh, you're darn right I own the Krusty Krab, Grandma, and I can't wait to give you the grand tour, uh, tomorrow morning. Lily Plankton: Aww, see you then. Karen: That smack was for Plankton. Now bring back Ray Ray. Plankton: Oh, what am I gonna do, Karen? How am I gonna fool Grandma tomorrow? Karen: Oh, okay, I guess bath time is over. Why don't you and Ray Ray take a long walk off a short plank? Plankton: Gotta think, gotta think. Come on, brain!	This way to the Krusty Krab! Pull right in and order a Krabby Patty! Whoo! Whoop, whoop. Ooh. Aah. Whew. ' Ow!
Plankton: SpongeBoob, you gotta help me.	Sorry, Plankton, what can I do to help you?
Plankton: This is not an evil scheme. The truth is I promised my grandma I would own the Krusty Krab by her 90th birthday. So, I need Krabs to play pretend tomorrow and fool my grandma into believing I'm the new owner, otherwise she will think I'm a big loser. Got it?	Well, I believe you, Plankton, but I'm not sure Mr. Krabs is gonna buy it.
Mr. Krabs: I'm not gonna buy what? French Narrator: One Pathetic Sob-Story Later... Mr. Krabs: I ain't buying it! This whole grandma thing sounds just like another phony plot to steal me formula. Plankton: I was hoping I wouldn't have to resort to this, Eugene, but... Mr. Krabs: SpongeBob, there's something wrong with his eye.	That's Plankton's rarely seen sincere face, Mr. Krabs, and it means for once he is telling the truth.
Mr. Krabs: You know, I have a grandma too.	Aww.
Mr. Krabs: All right, I buy it. Plankton: Thank you. Mr. Krabs: First things first. That should keep it safe for six to eight hours. All right, me pretties, let's make this place pro-Plankton pronto! Mr. Krabs: Now everyone remember, for the rest of the day, Plankton is the— Plankton's boss. Plankton: Hi, Grandma. Happy birthday. Karen: Nice to see you again, Grandma Plankton. Lily Plankton: Ugh. Who invited C-Pee-Eww? Karen: All right, I tried. Plankton: Owuh! Let me help you with your bag, Grandma. Ouch! Plankton: Well, here we are, Grandma. Welcome to the Krusty Plankton. I named it after you. Lily Plankton: Oh, well, aren't you a sweet grandson? Who are they? Plankton: They're just my employees, Grandma. Meet SpongeBob and Eugene. SpongeBob and Mr. Krabs: Hello, Grandma Plankton. Lily Plankton: They look like very nice boys, and I'll bet they're even nicer when they're working. Plankton: You heard, Grandma! We ain't running a welcome wagon here! Get back to work! Mr. Krabs: Yeah, sure thing, Plankton. Plankton: That's Mr. Plankton to you, busboy. Mr. Krabs: Sorry, Mr. Plankton. It won't happen again. Lily Plankton: Oh, look, that one's napping on the job. Plankton: Nap time's over, loafer! Squidward: Okay, who's the wise guy? Lily Plankton: Ohh. Oh, my goodness! Who is this handsome young man? Plankton: Oh, that's Squidward. He's nobody. Moving along... Lily Plankton: Mm. Squidward. Didn't we meet at an early bird dinner?	Ooh, I think someone has a not-so-secret admirer! Ow!

Strangler: Finally, away from that guy.

Good idea, bodyguard. They’ll never find us up here. Good thinking, bodyguard. The Strangler could have been on that plane. Bodyguard, bodyguard!

Strangler: Look, kid... I'm not your bodyguard! I'm the Strangler! See?!

The Strangler!

Officer Nancy: Good work, SpongeBob. You put the Strangler behind bars. Strangler: At least I'm safe from that yellow idiot. Patrick: Hey, Mac, what're you in for? Frankie Billy: Once around the roundabout. Left at the wall. Over the Bump of Truth. And finally, the flaming hoop! Thank you, Mrs. Puff, I am now a car daring figure and a producing member of society. Woo-hoo! Yeah! Mrs. Puff: Oh, nothing brings me more joy than teaching. I can't wait to pass my next student.

Hello, Mrs. Puff. I'm all set for my driving test. Mrs. Puff, you okay?

Mrs. Puff: Just start driving. Turn this boat around immediately!

Right away, ma’am. Don't worry, Mrs. Puff. I have this under control...

Announcer: Next up, Goin' Bananas 3: In 3D. Teenage Fish #1: Hey, dude, pass the 3D glasses. This is supposed to be, like, in 3D. Teenage Fish #2:: Oh, yeah, right! Driver: Here I am! I'm coming at ya like your worst nightmare! Teenage Fish #1 and #2: Wow! Mrs. Puff: I think it's safe to say you have once again, failed your driving test!

Uh, but, Mrs, Puff, I-

Mrs. Puff: No buts, SpongeBob! You fail this test over and over! I'm beginning to think you are simply... unteachable! Now, get out of my sight!

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

Teenage Fish: Dude, this is, like, the gnarliest 3-D movie ever! Mrs. Puff: If only SpongeBob could pass his boating test, he'd be out of my life once and for all. Unfortunately, I keep getting reminded of the consequences if I get too angry with the little nuisance. I can't even leave town without violating my parole. If there was only some way that I didn't have to live in fear. Fear! That's the answer! SpongeBob is afraid of the driving course! So it would stand to reason that if he took the driving test somewhere else besides the driving course, he would pass! Of course! The answer's been in front of me all along! I'll test SpongeBob on a real road and then he'll be out of my life forever! Yeah! What could possibly go wrong?

Not now, Gary. Can't you see I'm wallowing in my own filth? Come back later; I'm wallowing.

Mrs. Puff: SpongeBob? SpongeBob? SpongeBob!

I'm sorry, Mrs. Puff. I am trying to stay out of your sight.

Mrs. Puff: Oh, that! Let's forget what I said. It's time to take a fresh approach.

Mrs. Puff, I...You said...Don't you remember? I'm un-

Mrs. Puff: We don't have time for this, SpongeBob. We have a long day of driving ahead of us.

Mrs. Puff, why have you taken me to this weathery moat and slightly scary landscape?

Mrs. Puff: To overcome your fears, silly.

It's not working!

Mrs. Puff: Here we are!

Uh, where are we?

Mrs. Puff: This old abandoned road is the perfect venue for your driving test.

Dr-iving test?!

Mrs. Puff: That's right! You're free from all the distracting obstacles on the boating course. Out here, there's nothing but the road. Now, scooch over. Come on. Scooch over.

But Mrs. Puff, what about the fact that I'm unteachable?

Mrs. Puff: Forget all about that. Out here, you can teach a hermit crab to boat.

Mrs. Puff, I'm still intimidated!

Mrs. Puff: Listen. If you're nervous about boating, simply repeat the words: Focus on the road, there is nothing but the road. Got it?

O-o-okay. Focus on the road, there is nothing but the road. Focus on the road, there is nothing but the road. Uh, focus on the road, there is nothing but the road. Focus on the road. There is nothing but the road. Hey, look at me. I'm not crashing and stuff.

Mrs. Puff: Wonderful! Keep that up and I'll have no choice but to pass you! Just repeat your mantra.

Focus on the road, the open unintimidating road.

Mrs. Puff: Boating within the lines. Well done.

Focus on the road. There is nothing but the road.

Mrs. Puff: Finally using your turn signal, woohoo! Check.

Focus on the road. There is nothing but the road.

Mrs. Puff: Roundabout navigation, check!

Focus on the road, there is nothing but the road!

Mrs. Puff: Safe and steady acceleration, check!

Focus on the road... There is nothing but the road.

Mrs. Puff: Check...check...and...CHECK! What is this?! Mrs. Puff: Only one more test, and it's the easiest one yet. SpongeBob, all you have to do is safely dock this vessel.

Focus on the road, there is nothing but the road. Focus on the road, there is nothing but the road. Focus... on the...road? What happened to the road!?

Mrs. Puff: Calm down, SpongeBob. Listen: all you have to do is safely stop this vessel!

Uh...focus on the road, there is nothing but the road!

Mrs. Puff: Just stop the boat!

Uh, focus on the - uh-uh-uh... The road!

Mrs. Puff: SpongeBob, wait! Mrs. Puff: SpongeBoooob!

That was a close one Mrs. Puff. But I am back on the road and ready to focus upon it.

Mrs. Puff: SpongeBob? This isn't just any road. It's a 10-lane Intertial Seaway!

Shu-ven-tah-dil-in-chi-huh?!

Mrs. Puff: Stay calm, SpongeBob. SpongeBob? SpongeBob?! SpongeBob! Remember your mantra?

Right. Focus on the road, there is nothing but the road I can't even see the road! .

Mrs. Puff: SpongeBob! Give me the wheel, SpongeBob. Oh, dear! He's completely frozen up! Fiddlesticks! Police Officer: Reckless drivers. I loathe reckless drivers. Police Officer: Pull over, you menace!

Uh, Mrs. Puff, can I have my arms back?

Police Officer: I said, stop your vessel!

Sorry, Mr. Officer sir, I'm applying the brakes!

Police Officer: Uh, we got us a runner. Mrs. Puff: Pull over, SpongeBob... And make it quick. Look! No! Mrs. Puff: SpongeBob, hit the brakes!

Huh? Oh! Okay!

Mrs. Puff: Goodness gracious. There isn't a scratch on this vessel. SpongeBob? The test is history! You, you passed! Here's your license! And I'm free! Ha ha! Officer: I don't think so. Mrs. Puff: Is there a problem, officer? Officer: Well, you crossed the county line three miles back. You, ma'am, are a parole violator, which makes this test...null and void. I'll take that. Mrs. Puff: SpongeBob, I'll get you for this! I'll get you! Plankton: Ha! Mr. Krabs: Hold it right there, Plankton. Plankton: Krabs! Mr. Krabs: I'll take that. Plankton: How'd you know it was me? Mr. Krabs: Next time, wear a disguise without your initial on it. Plankton: Hmmm... perhaps a peppershaker was a bit obvious. Mr. Krabs: You think? SpongeBob!

Wooo-ooo!

Announcer: 3, 2, 1…, launch! Plankton: AAHH! Plankton: Never! Never! I'll never get Krabs' formula! Mr. Krabs is too powerful. If only there were a way to render him helpless! Sadie: Oh, look at you, you're so small, tiny and helpless. Plankton: Hey, I resent that! Huh? Sadie: Why, you're so tiny and helpless, I could take your formula whenever I wanted to and you couldn't do a thing about it. Plankton: Something about that woman reminds me of my mother. That's it! Finally, victory will be mine! I'll turn Eugene Krabs into a powerless… baby. Mr. Krabs: Ooh, a penny. A trail of pennies! Plankton: I've done it! Nothing can stop me now! My goo goo gas will transform Krabs into a tiny helpless infant! The key to the Krusty Krab. This is easier than I hoped. He's a little bigger than I imagined. Whoa! No, no! Ow, ow, ow! Oof! Whoa!

Hey, a baby! What are you doing out here all alone, baby? I'll take charge of you until your mommy shows up! Oh, aren't you just too cute. Coochie coochie coo!

Plankton: Hello! If you're done making a total fool out of yourself, I could use some help with this lock.

Oh, sure thing, Plankton. Here you go, little guy.

Plankton: Yes, my plan is working perfectly! Now that I've turned Krabs into a helpless baby, the Krabby Patty formula will be mine! Hello.

Police! Police!

Plankton: Fools, you'll never hold me! Your primitive shackles are no match for my genius. That was easy. I'm free! Free!

Oh, Squidward. Thank Neptune you're here. I found this baby all alone. But he wasn't really alone, he was with Plankton! And he's not a baby! It's Mr. Krabs! Plankton turned him into an infant so he could steal the Krabby Patty formula! What do we do, Squidward?

Squidward: I don't know about you, but I'm going on my coffee break. A very long coffee break. Plankton: …and then that blasted sponge called the cops! That's just not cricket. Now I'll never be a tyrannical overlord. Karen: Do I have to tell you how to do everything? Next time, spray SpongeBob, too. Plankton: Not sure I follow you. Karen: Listen carefully. Spray... Plankton: Yes. Karen: ...Sponge.... Plankton: Uh-huh. Karen: ....Bob..... Plankton: Right. Karen: ....Too! Plankton: Now you're just talking gibberish. What I really need is to spray Mr. Krabs and SpongeBob. Karen: That's just what I… Plankton: I don't wanna hear anymore of your loony schemes, Karen. I've got work to do!

Aw, what's wrong, Mr. Baby Krabs? Are you thirsty? That's it, drink up! Okay, maybe you're hungry? How about a nice soft Krabby Patty? Yikes. Not even a Krabby Patty helps. How about a stack of 20s?

Plankton: Hands in the air!

Plankton!

Plankton: That's right, SpongeBob, I'm back! And you won't stop me this time. What? SpongeBob's a baby, but Krabs is back to normal? It seems the second dose acts as an antidote! One squirt equals baby, two squirts equals adult! Or is it three squirts for baby and four squirts for adult? Barnacles, I've run out of gas! Mr. Krabs: Ahem! Plankton: Krabs! Nice diaper. Hold on, hold on! I think I... Yes, I've got it! Mr. Krabs: Better be something other than bills this time. Plankton! Plankton: Peek-a-boo! Mr. Krabs: I can't tolerate your stinky gas! Dennis: Miss Shell: That makes two of us. Dennis: I don't do it on purpose! Mr. Krabs: You'll never catch me, Plankton! Never! Ooh…a nother penny! Come to papa! Now, what were we doing? Plankton: This! What's the matter, baby? Are you gonna cry? What the heck happened to you? This isn't baby gas! It's senior citizen spray! Mr. Krabs: Eh? What was that, sonny? Plankton: Out of my way, Methuselah! You're old and useless.

Hold it right there! Old people are out greatest natural resource! I salute you, elder citizenry!

Plankton: I'm getting old listening to this. Let's try this again!

I remember when a quarter used to cost a nickel.

Plankton: This baby gas is worthless! At least you're way too old to stop me from stealing a Krabby Patty!

What was that, sonny?

Plankton: It'll take more time to explain than you have left.

What?

Mr. Krabs: He's got the Krabby Patty! Catch him!

Catch who?

Mr. Krabs: Oh, Gesundheit. Plankton: Victory is mine!

Come back here, you little whippersnapper!

Mr. Krabs: You kids get off my lawn! I'll catch up with you, boy!

I'm catching up with my knitting.

Mr. Krabs: That's it! Knit, little nitwit! Plankton: That was almost too easy. What? No! I demand you geezers release me! Mr. Krabs: Right after the party. The piñata party. Plankton: What? Senior Citizens: That's for calling us old. Plankton: Hey, quit it! Senior Citizens: I want candy! Plankton: No! Plankton: One squirt equals baby, carry over the two plus the square root of SpongeBob. Of course! The final ingredient that I've been lacking! It's so simple yet so evil! And I know just the place to get it. Plankton: Excuse me, what aisle did you get that from? Shubie: You mean the Kelp-O? Plankton: No, that thing! The ugly drippy smelly thing. Shubie: Are you talking about my baby? creep! Plankton: Ow, ow, ow! Baby powder? This could be just what I need! Hey, buddy, is this made of real or artificial babies? Ow, ow, ow, ow! That powdered baby did the trick! Now my baby gas can't possibly fail! Karen: Just like all your other plans that couldn't possibly fail? Plankton: What is it now, Karen? Karen: I'm saying you should test your gas before you run over there all willy nilly! Plankton: That's an excellent idea. And I know just the guinea pig! Karen: Plankton, don't you dare! Plankton: Karen! Speak to me! It worked! Plankton: Everyone say your ABCs! Now when you turn into babies, you stay babies! Hey, Krabs, catch!

What's wrong, little feller?

Plankton: That was loud. Narrator: Welcome to Bikini Bottom, where can be found some of the finest specimens of undersea life. Well, you know. Patrick: An award? I never got an award before! Eeeee! Look rock, I got an award. Jellyfish, I got an award. Island, I got an awar... I gotta show SpongeBob.

Hold still, Gary.

Gary: Meow.

Almost done.

Patrick: Hey, SpongeBob, guess what? I got an award.

That's great, Patrick. What's it for?

Patrick: See for yourself.

For Outstanding Achievement In Achievement: SpongeBob SquarePants?

Patrick: SpongeBob SquarePants? That's a funny way to spell my name.

Patrick, I think the award is for me. You must've got it by mistake.

Patrick: But, it's shiny.

Yeah, but you know what else is shiny?

Patrick: Ice cream!

Exactly!

Patrick: I can find it. Is it in here?

No, don't! That's my... ...award closet.

Patrick: I want an award!

Aww, Patrick, don't cry. You'll get an award one day.

Patrick: I'm never gonna get an award 'cause I've never done anything.

But you're Patrick... Star. You can do anything you want.

Patrick: That's easy for you to say. You're SpongeBob.

Patrick, if you wanna win an award, you have to do something.

Patrick: Hmmm...I wanna defeat the giant monkeyman and save the 9th dimension!

Me too! But that sounds a little hard. Why don't we start smaller?

Patrick: I wanna defeat the little monkeyman and save the 8th dimension!

Smaller.

Patrick: Doctor?

Smaller.

Patrick: Fireman?

The smallest you can think of.

Patrick: A job at the Krusty Krab?

Yeah! I do things at work all the time.

Patrick: Then let's go. Patrick: Boy, it sure was nice of Mr. Krabs to give me a job.

And at 50 dollars an hour, too. When I started working here, I had to pay Mr. Krabs 100 dollars an hour. Hey, Squidward, guess who just got a job?

Squidward: Guess who just quit? Patrick: Do I get my award yet?

You have to work for it, remember?

Patrick: Tartar sauce.

Pick up order!

Patrick: Do I get my award, now?

No, you have to take the tray to the customer.

Patrick: Ok.

Almost. Try again and this time make sure the food gets to the table.

Patrick: Like that?

Nope.

Patrick: Barnacles!

Let's try something different. All you have to do is answer the phone.

Patrick: Aye aye, Captain! Guy on Phone: Is this the Krusty Krab? Patrick: No, this is Patrick. Girl on Phone: Is this the Krusty Krab? Patrick: No, this is Patrick! Another Guy on Phone: Is this the Krusty Krab? Patrick: No! This is Patrick! I'm not a Krusty Krab.

Uhh, Patrick, that's the name of the restaurant.

Patrick: Huh? Oh...Fishpaste!

It looks a little dusty around Table 3. How about you sweep it out?

Patrick: What's the point? I can't do anything right.

You'll do fine.

Nat: Hey pal. You just blow in from Stupidtown?

Keep trying, Patrick.

Delivery Guy: I've got a load of awards for SpongeBob SquarePants. Patrick: Why can't I do anything right?!

Kitchen!

Patrick: I'm never gonna get an award, now.

Don't give up, Patrick. This time I've got something I know you can do. We're gonna open a jar. Easy. Now you try. First get a jar. Patrick, that's a pickle.

Patrick: Yes.

You need a jar. No. No. No. Try...this! Now take the lid off the jar. Just relax. Lift your hand. Great! We're almost there. Now put it on the lid. No, the lid. Freeze! Almost there. Now head for the lid. Cold. Warmer. Warmer. Warmer. You're hot. You're on fire! Ok, ok. Wait, wait. Do exactly as I do. Exactly as I do. Exactly. Exactly. Exactly. No, no, Patrick, you did it! That was great, Patrick! You really got the hang of it.

Patrick: Yeah. Remember when I had my hand up? And I put it on the lid?

That's creepy...but flattering! I'm ready, I'm ready, I'm ready... Huh? Well, back to the ol' grind.

Patrick: Well, back to the ol' grind.

Forget my hat.

SpongeBob and Patrick: Whew!

Dropped my spatula.

Patrick: Uhh, me, too. Ow!

Aha! You're copying me!

Patrick: Yes.

Why are you doing that?

Patrick: So I can win an award like you.

Well, it's annoying, so stop it!

Patrick: Stop it.

Say, you're good.

Patrick: Thanks. SpongeBob and Patrick: Ha! Darn. Mary had a little lamb whose fleece was white as...pickle fish lips! Sea weavle. Gorgy smorgy.

At least I'm safe inside my mind.

Patrick: At least I'm safe inside my mind. SpongeBob and Patrick:

Stop copying me!

Patrick: There's no award for that! Squidward: Well, I guess it's safe to go in now.

Patrick, how long are you gonna keep this up?

Patrick: Until I have as many awards as you.

We'll see about that!

Patrick: No, we won't.

I'm the jump-rope champion of Bikini Bottom.

Patrick: Me, too.

Oh, yeah? I call this one: The Slice N' Dice. Ha! Not a scratch on me.

Patrick: Oh, no, you don't!

Not much fun being me, now, huh, Patrick?

Patrick: Are you kidding? I used to do this way before I started copying you. Patrick: My turn!

I wish I had the old Patrick back, but he just wants to be like me. Hi, I'm Patrick Star. I'm the laziest, pinkest starfish in Bikini Bottom and I wish I were me and not SpongeBob.

Patrick: What's so great about being a big pink loser? Exactly. I was never closer to an award then the minute I started copying you.

But, Patrick...

Patrick: Patrick's not here! Delivery Guy: Trophy delivery!

Another trophy?

Patrick: Oh, great! What's it for THIS time?

'For Doing Absolutely Nothing Longer Than Anyone Else'. Patrick! This trophy's for you!

Patrick: Yay! Eee!

So, what are you gonna do, now?

Patrick: I'm gonna go protect my title. Narrator: So you thought I was kidding, huh? No, in Bikini Bottom, excellence can be found, even under a rock. Plankton: Wah! Karen: Oh, Sheldon. You're so romantic. Plankton: It's all about you today, Karen. Karen: Oh, this makes up of a lot of your stupidity lately, Plankton. Plankton: Plankton's stepped away for a moment. The name's Ray Ray, and I am at your service, m'lady. Pow! Karen: Oh, kiss me, pipsqueak. I mean, Ray Ray. Plankton: Grandma?! I told you never to call me on this screen. Lily Plankton: Sheldon, is that you? Plankton: Yes, it's me, Grandma. Always nice to hear from you. Okay, gotta go. Lily Plankton: Okay, sweetie. See you tomorrow at 8 AM sharp. Plankton: Right, see you then. Wait a minute, what? 8 AM? Um, what's happening at 8 AM, Grandma? Lily Plankton: Don't you remember, silly? You promised me you'd own the Krusty Krab by my 90th birthday. Well, my 90th is tomorrow! You do own the Krusty Krab now, right? Plankton: Lie, that's it! Uh, you're darn right I own the Krusty Krab, Grandma, and I can't wait to give you the grand tour, uh, tomorrow morning. Lily Plankton: Aww, see you then. Karen: That smack was for Plankton. Now bring back Ray Ray. Plankton: Oh, what am I gonna do, Karen? How am I gonna fool Grandma tomorrow? Karen: Oh, okay, I guess bath time is over. Why don't you and Ray Ray take a long walk off a short plank? Plankton: Gotta think, gotta think. Come on, brain!

This way to the Krusty Krab! Pull right in and order a Krabby Patty! Whoo! Whoop, whoop. Ooh. Aah. Whew. ' Ow!

Plankton: SpongeBoob, you gotta help me.

Sorry, Plankton, what can I do to help you?

Plankton: This is not an evil scheme. The truth is I promised my grandma I would own the Krusty Krab by her 90th birthday. So, I need Krabs to play pretend tomorrow and fool my grandma into believing I'm the new owner, otherwise she will think I'm a big loser. Got it?

Well, I believe you, Plankton, but I'm not sure Mr. Krabs is gonna buy it.

Mr. Krabs: I'm not gonna buy what? French Narrator: One Pathetic Sob-Story Later... Mr. Krabs: I ain't buying it! This whole grandma thing sounds just like another phony plot to steal me formula. Plankton: I was hoping I wouldn't have to resort to this, Eugene, but... Mr. Krabs: SpongeBob, there's something wrong with his eye.

That's Plankton's rarely seen sincere face, Mr. Krabs, and it means for once he is telling the truth.

Mr. Krabs: You know, I have a grandma too.

Aww.

Mr. Krabs: All right, I buy it. Plankton: Thank you. Mr. Krabs: First things first. That should keep it safe for six to eight hours. All right, me pretties, let's make this place pro-Plankton pronto! Mr. Krabs: Now everyone remember, for the rest of the day, Plankton is the— Plankton's boss. Plankton: Hi, Grandma. Happy birthday. Karen: Nice to see you again, Grandma Plankton. Lily Plankton: Ugh. Who invited C-Pee-Eww? Karen: All right, I tried. Plankton: Owuh! Let me help you with your bag, Grandma. Ouch! Plankton: Well, here we are, Grandma. Welcome to the Krusty Plankton. I named it after you. Lily Plankton: Oh, well, aren't you a sweet grandson? Who are they? Plankton: They're just my employees, Grandma. Meet SpongeBob and Eugene. SpongeBob and Mr. Krabs: Hello, Grandma Plankton. Lily Plankton: They look like very nice boys, and I'll bet they're even nicer when they're working. Plankton: You heard, Grandma! We ain't running a welcome wagon here! Get back to work! Mr. Krabs: Yeah, sure thing, Plankton. Plankton: That's Mr. Plankton to you, busboy. Mr. Krabs: Sorry, Mr. Plankton. It won't happen again. Lily Plankton: Oh, look, that one's napping on the job. Plankton: Nap time's over, loafer! Squidward: Okay, who's the wise guy? Lily Plankton: Ohh. Oh, my goodness! Who is this handsome young man? Plankton: Oh, that's Squidward. He's nobody. Moving along... Lily Plankton: Mm. Squidward. Didn't we meet at an early bird dinner?

Ooh, I think someone has a not-so-secret admirer! Ow!