rqchao/spongebob · Datasets at Hugging Face

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Patrick: Ehh? Huh? Oh. Hi, SpongeBob.	Patrick, I was at work, and Mermaid Man and Barnacle Boy came, and I got this belt, and look.
Patrick: A Squidward action figure! Let me play with him!	No, Patrick!
Patrick: Fighter pilot! Dive bomb!	Patrick!
Patrick: And then comes a giant fist!	Patrick, no! That's not an action figure! That's the real Squidward! I shrunk him by accident.
Patrick: Oh... And then comes a giant --	Wait, you don't understand! This is serious! I don't know how to unshrink him! He could be stuck like this for the rest of his life.
Patrick: Oh, don't worry about it. He'll find love one day.	You think so?
Patrick: Well, sure. But it'll be with someone his own size. Like this pickle! See? They like each other! Squidward: N-n-n-n-no.	Oh, if only I knew how to work this thing!
Patrick: Let me take a look at it. Hmmm. You know what the problem is?	What?
Patrick: You got it set to 'M' for Mini when it should be set to 'W' for Wumbo.	Patrick, I don't think Wumbo is a real word.
Patrick: Come on! You know... I wumbo, You wumbo, He, she, me... wumbo! Wumbo, wumboing, we'll have the wumbo, Wumborama... Wumbology, the study of wumbo? It's first grade, SpongeBob! Squidward: I wonder if a fall from this height could be enough to kill me.	Patrick, I'm sorry I doubted you.
Patrick: Well, all right, then. Let her rip! It worked!	Oh no!
Patrick: Look, SpongeBob's giant! Can I be giant next?	Patrick, I'm not giant, you shrunk too!
Patrick: You're kidding! Good thing I still got this pickle! Squidward: Hey! Now will you take us to Mermaid Man?!	No! He can never find out! But I'll think of something. I promise. Until then, you'll be safe in this jar.
Patrick: You know what's funny? My pickle started out in a jar, and now it's in one again! Heh. It's like a pun or something! Heheh...	It's only two people no big deal, nobody else saw it.
Sandy: Howdy, SpongeBob!	Sandy!
Sandy: What did you... For cryin' out... What did y'all do to me?	I'm sorry, Sandy! Mermaid Man came in and...
Larry: Hey, SpongeBob! Nat: Hey, SpongeBob, I -- Nancy Suzy Fish: Hi, SpongeBob. Mrs. Puff: Hello, SpongeBob. Scooter: Sponge-dude! Fish #1: Hey, SpongeBob! Fish #2: SpongeBob, hi! Fish #3: Hey, SpongeBob! Fish #4: What's up, Sponge?	Whoo! I'm gonna have to get a bigger jar.
Squidward: SpongeBob, will you just face facts? You've shrunken everybody in Bikini Bottom! You've got to go to Mermaid Man!	Oh, Squidward, he'll be so disappointed.
Sandy: Well, you can't leave us small forever!	You don't understand!
Mrs. SquarePants: SpongeBob. You need to admit your mistakes.	Mom?
Mermaid Man: Your mother's right, son. Mermaid Man will understand. Barnacle Boy: You're Mermaid Man, you old coot! Mermaid Man: Oh, yeah.	Mermaid Man? I'm so sorry, it's just that I'm such a big fan, and your belt, and...
Mermaid Man: Oh, don't worry, son. I understand. Why, I remember back when I first used the belt, the year was nineteen ought eleventy-twelve, why I believe the president— Everyone: Just tell him how to unshrink us!!!!! Mermaid Man: Oh, yes. The unshrink ray... let's see, uh — uh... did you set it to Wumbo? Everyone: WHAT?!?! GET SPONGEBOB!! Squidward: Now I have to drive five miles to go to the bathroom... in my own home! Sandy: And I need an elevator to climb one stair! HI-YA! Mermaid Man: We've been shrinking for years! Barnacle Boy: But this is ridiculous! Everyone: Everything's too big!!!!!	I've got it! Ta-da! Since I couldn't make you big, I made the city small! And now, only one more thing to shrink. Cheese!
Squidward: I guess this is okay. Larry: Yeah, what's the difference? Nancy: Good idea, SpongeBob. Plankton: Well, it's great to be back! Huh? Squidward: Ooh... What the... ...now?	La, la, la... La-la-la, la, la-la-la...
Squidward: Stop! What could you possibly be trying to do this time?	I'm not trying to do anything. I'm just having a decent morning.
Squidward: By running around and screaming like a banshee?	Oh, Squidward, a banshee screams like this: Ahhhhhhh...
Squidward: There are two kinds of people. There are people that are normal. And then there's you.	Really?
Squidward: Yes, really! Maybe you should start acting a little more... normal!! Doh...	I'm not normal? Squidward? How does one become normal?
Squidward: Well, how about you start by... Getting away from me, you little creature!	What's wrong with me? I need to understand normal! How to be Normal. Hm, this videotape should help.
TV: Are you tired of being called a freak? Do people throw you out of their homes? Well, do they?	Yes, yes, and yes.
TV: Then join me, as I take you on a Journey into Normality.	Normality.
TV: The life of a normal person is rather simple. Here is your typical average Joe on his way to work. See how he is dressed. Even his hair is boring. Notice his features, nice and smooth without a crater or freckle to be seen.	Craters and freckles?
TV: In his office space, Mr. Normal, at least that's what it says on his name tag, works at a steady and monotonous pace, just as all the other normals do. Take note of how they communicate with each other. Other Mr. Normal: Hi, how are you? TV: At the end of the day, Mr. Normal packs his things and goes home to merrily start the cycle again in the morning.	Yeah...
Customer: I want one Krabby Patty. Squidward: Oh, great. SpongeBob, I need one Krabby Patty. What, no annoying blurbs today? Hmm, strangely quiet. SpongeBob?	Hi, how are ya.
Squidward: What's the meaning of this?	I took your advice. From now on, I'm normal.
Squidward: Normal, huh?	Yup.
Squidward: Oh, really?	Yup.
Squidward: Whatever. I know you're just waiting to say something stupid.	Wonderful weather we're having.
Squidward: Uh, yes, it is.	Okay, see ya 'round.
Squidward: Yeah, I'll, uh...I'll see you. Mr. Krabs: SpongeBob, what are you doing sitting around? We need Krabby Patties out there.	Yes, sir. I'll do it... normally.
Mr. Krabs: Eh? Wow, that's all it takes these days, huh? Can you do more? Oh, my! It's like printing money! Squidward: I wonder what got into SpongeBob... And what the heck is that?! Whose house is this?	Hi, how are ya.
Squidward: Hi, SpongeBob.	Hi, how are ya.
Squidward: Good, just heading by to get a drink.	Wonderful weather we're having.
Squidward: It sure is.	Okay, see ya 'round.
Squidward: Yeah... See ya. Oh, my. I could get used to this. Montage: TBD. Narrator: Three weeks later... Squidward: There you are, sir. Oh, yes, it's time again. I've been meaning to say this, but I've come to appreciate your demeanor lately.	You know, it's a funny thing, Squidward. I smoothed out the edges of my personality and the rest just followed suit. Now I am utterly normal.
Robbie Fish: Ugh! That ain't right. I will never spend money here again. Mr. Krabs: Never? Mevis: Come on, guys, these patties aren't worth the paper they're printed on. Mr. Krabs: Wait, where're you going? SpongeBob! What are you doing back here? Do you expect the customers to eat this? And now, thanks to you, they're leaving in boat loads.	Maybe this thing is out of ink.
Mr. Krabs: No, boy, you're missing the point. You can't make Krabby Patties with ink and paper. You gotta put your heart into it, boy. Now get back to making them patties the right way and stop acting so dull.	What you call dull I call normal.
Mr. Krabs: Well, till you decide to start making them patties the way only you can, I want you out of my place!	I guess the decision to be normal was more life-changing than I thought. Hi, how are ya.
Patrick: What happened to you?	Oh, I got normal.
Patrick: Whatever that means. Hey, SpongeBob, what do you say we charge into Jellyfish Fields nets ablaze?	Let's do something normal, like window shopping.
Patrick: Let's do this... Ya-ha! Hey, your turn.	I think I'll pass. But I do need to defragment my hard drive, would you like to help?
Patrick: Hey, listen...when you decide to do something fun, you know where to find me.	Okay, see ya 'round. Hi, how are ya.
Squidward: I never thought I'd hear myself say this, but please come in, SpongeBob.	Thank you. Tell me, what are you doing cooped up in here when the weather outside is so normal.
Squidward: Well, today is dusting day. The day I dust my 483 self-portraits.	Wow, that's something you don't see in the average house.
Squidward: You know, SpongeBob, it's okay to be a little different.	And you know what else is abnormal? Your nose—it's all bulbous and flappy. Your eyes are a little odd, too. Looks like your whole face could use some work. Yeah, there we go. See? Looking normal already.
Squidward: What the...?	One more thing, Squidward. You don't wear pants.
Squidward: And stay out of my home!	Oh, what happened? I lost my job, then my best friend, and now I'm too normal for Squidward. Maybe I have taken this normal thing too far. No problem, SpongeBob. You made yourself normal. Now all you have to do is reweird yourself. All it'll take is a mental adjustment and some tight clenching. Now focus... and clench. Oh, well, if I'm going to get weird, I'm going to need to see a professional.
Patrick: Look at the tongue.	That's very nice, Patrick, but I need you to retrain me. I want to be abnormal again.
Patrick: Huh, I don't think you have what it takes.	Please, Patrick. If anyone can teach me the arcane art of the weird, it's you. Teach me how to be me again.
Patrick: It won't be easy, but I'll do it.	Oh, thank you, Patrick!
Patrick: But first, I'll need a garden hose and a flatbed truck, and I'll need you to remove your trousers.	Patrick, I'm feeling very self-conscious right now.
Patrick: Try to concentrate on your first lesson in weird. See you on the other side, buddy! Susie: Mommy, mommy... what are those things? Shubie: Those are undesirables, honey. We only talk to normal people! Patrick: SpongeBob, the weird therapy is working. Your craters are coming back. We just have to keep pushing the boundaries. We've gotta get stranger. Talk backwards.	Tap erus uoy era?
Patrick: It's happening. The final transformation.	Huh?
Patrick: What happened?	I don't know. I guess I became permanently normal.
Patrick: No!	I don't wanna be normal!
Patrick: Go away!	Normal is not worth it!
Patrick: We're in mourning! Squidward: It's me, Squidward. I'm looking for SpongeBob. Hi. How are ya? Patrick: SpongeBob, you're back to your square shape.	Wow! I guess Squidward's normal looks scared me back to my original form. Thanks, buddy, you saved my life.
Squidward: Wonderful weather we're having, hm?	It sure is, buddy. It sure is.
Tina Fran: Oh, these are delicious. Jennifer Millie: What was that? Nathiel Waters: Think it came from Krabs' office. Maybe he's in trouble.	I'll save you, Mr. Krabs! Ooh, Mr. Krabs, thank Neptune you're okay. Eww, what was that noise?
Mr. Krabs: Huh? Uh, I didn't hear nothing. Everything's completely normal. Okay, closing time! Everyone out! Eh..o-okay... See you tomorrow.	But, Mr. Krabs, Squidward and I don't want to leave work early. Right, Squidward? Oh, Mr. Krabs, I could still— A nickel? And it's the same temperature as Mr. Krabs. Ooh, he's gonna want this back. Follow that boat!
Taxi driver: Sorry about all those speed bumps, kid. And the cactus patch and the demolition derby.	Roast moblem, Orfficer. Mr. Krabs!
Mr. Krabs: SpongeBob, what are you doing here, boy-o?	I brought your nickel, silly. What is this place? And what are you doing here?
Mr. Krabs: Nothing, I've never been here before in my life. Sal: Eugene, got your usual here: one big steaming plate of chum! Enjoy.	Usual? Chum? Enjoy? Oh, I don't understand, Mr. Krabs.
Mr. Krabs: Oh, I suppose there's no hiding it, boy-o. It all started back in me old Navy days. I was a young seaman on a dangerous mission deep in enemy territory. Navy chef: Meal time. Mr. Krabs: Somehow, in the madness of battle, I became separated from me crew. It took hours of fighting and sneaking and scraping to get back to me ship, but by the time I got there, our supplies have been decimated. All we had left was chum...and I hadn't eaten since noon. I was starting to feel peckish. But, oh, that flavor. Sweet and gamy with a cream, chunky mouthfeel. Oh, I've had a chum monkey on my back ever since. Been eating the stuff in secret for years now. Just got a taste for it. One of them survival things, I suppose. Oh, uh, look, SpongeBob, I don't want this getting out, you understand? Especially to Plankton. So what do you say, huh? Keep me shame a secret, huh? For old Mr. Krabsy?	You got it, Mr. Krabs. My lips are sealed.
Mr. Krabs: Glad to hear it. Okay, see you tomorrow. Sal, I'm feeling hungry tonight. How's about another plate of chum? Sal: Oh, sorry, Eugene, that was my last plate of chum, ever! I'm closing the Slop Pail permanently. Mr. Krabs: What?! Sal: Yep, I'm moving to Shell City to make it big in the pictures. Just imagine this mug on a movie screen 30 feet wide! See you in the movies! Mr. Krabs: But where will I get me chum from?	Gosh, Mr. Krabs, I've never tried to make chum before. I don't even know what the ingredients are.
Mr. Krabs: Ugh, well, uh, it's, uh—it's made from...	Eww. Um, I don't think I can make that for you, Mr. Krabs, but I can make you some chum-free chum. You won't even be able to tell the difference.
Mr. Krabs: I sure hope you're right. French narrator: Later…	Behold: three takes on chum à la SpongeBob. The secret ingredient in this one? Krabby Patties. Well? Huh?
Mr. Krabs: It's delicious! Too delicious! Next!	To capture the natural bouquet of the chum, I made this batch entirely from old snail litter.
Mr. Krabs: A little dry. Next!	Ooh, I think you'll like this one. I know I do. It's made from wishes and love.
Mr. Krabs: It's too sweet. Oh, none of these are right, SpongeBob. I think this old chum chewer needs some time alone. Mr. Krabs: Oh, the Chum Bucket's the only place in town still selling chum, but I can't go crawling to Plankton for help. No, I won't. I got too much pride for that. Oh, come on, there's gotta be some chum in here somewhere! Karen: Uh, hello? Who—who's out there? Plankton: All right, miscreant, come over here where I can destroy you! Karen and Plankton: Krabs? Plankton: What are you doing here? Mr. Krabs: Nothing, nothing! I, uh, lost my shoe! See? Found it. Okay, bye. Plankton: Hold it. What's going on with you, Krabs? Your clothes are a mess and your stomach's making strange noises. Mr. Krabs: What are you talking—I'm... Oh, fine! I'm hooked on chum, okay?! Plankton: Say what?! Mr. Krabs: Look at me now! Digging through garbage for scraps! Plankton: You actually like chum? Karen: How is that possible? Nobody likes chum! It tastes terrible! Plankton: Shh! Mute your speaker, Karen. This pathetic display is giving me an idea. All right, Krabs, old buddy, how would you like a lifetime supply of chum? Mr. Krabs: Really? Plankton: Sure, for the low, low price of the Krabby Patty secret formula! Mr. Krabs: No, no, I can't! Not me formula. Plankton: You sure, Krabs? Just breathe in that noxious smell. You know you want it. Plankton: Ah-ah-ah. Not until I have the formula. Mr. Krabs: Oh, fine! I'll be right back.	Hi, Mr. Krabs.
Mr. Krabs: What are you doing here, SpongeBob?	Oh, when I can't sleep, I come here to be close to the formula. It comforts me.
Mr. Krabs: Well, comfort time's over now! I'm trading the formula to Plankton for a lifetime supply of chum.	I can't let you do that, Mr. Krabs. You'll thank me for this later. Okay. Gotta get a better grip. Okay, okay.
Mr. Krabs: Plankton, where are you? I got the formula! I'm here to collect me chum! Plankton: I'm up here, Krabs! Mr. Krabs: Whoo-hoo! Just look at all that chum! And it's all for me! Plankton: Oh, I'm so sorry, Krabs. You foiled too many of my plans over the years for me not to double-cross you now. This time, I have the upper hand! Get it? Upper hand? I win and you get nothing! SpongeBob, Mr. Krabs, and Plankton: No! Plankton: You and SpongeBrain can see yourselves out, Krabs. Ta-ta! Alley-oop! Mr. Krabs: Oh, no, this is terrible! Oh, my formula's gone! I'm ruined! And hungry!	Wait, Mr. Krabs! Plankton is tiny. It'll take him forever to swim through that chum. You can get to the formula before him, but you're gonna have to eat like the wind.
Mr. Krabs: You're right, boy-o! I can do this!	Whoo! Go, Mr. Krabs, go! Whoo! No, don't fill up on bread! The chum! Eat the chum!
Mr. Krabs: Right!	Mr. Krabs, you did it! You saved the secret formula.
Mr. Krabs: Oh, and I think I killed me taste for chum too. See? I'll never touch another bite of this stuff as long as I live.	Hey, where'd Plankton go?
Karen: Hold still. This isn't the first time this has happened. Hmm, could take him a while to get out.	What should we do while we wait?
Sal: You'll never get away with this, Dr. Kelpington!	Mm, could you pass the popcorn?
Plankton: Get me out of here! Karen: Shh! Karen: Oh, Planky-bear? Plankton? Karen: Plankton! Plankton: What? What is it, Karen? Can't you see I'm working there?! Karen: Yes, but I wanted you to show you my new screensaver. What do you think? Plankton: Great. Karen: You didn't even look. Plankton: Ehh... No, I didn't! Can't you see I'm working on my new molecular analyzer? Now all I need is the smallest molecule of a patty and the formula will be mine! Karen: Just tell me if I should permanently upload the screensaver! Plankton: I said not now– oww-oww! The Analyzer: Analyzing... 30% mean guy, 20% spiteful monster, 50% evil butt-head. Sample is... 100% big jerk. I have also analyzed your screensaver, Karen. It is most beautiful! Plankton: No one asked you! Are you happy now, Karen? Karen: No, I'm not! I was just trying to make myself pretty for you, but do you even care? All you ever do is make stupid schemes about stupid sandwiches! Plankton: Stupid? Your new screensaver is stupid and it makes your processor look fat! Karen: What?! Plankton: Oop! Okay, let's all calm down before you say something you'll regret! Karen: You know what? No one talks to me like that! Get out! Plankton: I will not get out! This is my restaurant and no one can make me... leave! Ow! Karen, baby. Come on, sugar lips, you know I'm sorry for everything I said. Medley Fishbowl: I accept your apology. Plankton: I wasn't taking to you, idiot! Pain! Okay, Karen, fun is fun, but it's time to let me back in. Come on, I really need to use the potty! Plankton: Fine, I don't need you or the Chum Bucket! I got plenty of friends around here who would love to take me in! Plankton: So is it cool if I crash here? Mr. Krabs: No! Plankton: Then can I just use your bathroom?	Plankton, I know where this is going. I'd love it if you'd stay with me!
Plankton: Are you crazy? You're the most annoying sponge in the sea. I wouldn't stay with you if you were the last person in Bikini Bottom.	Suit yourself.
Plankton: Okay, fine! Plankton: Whew! Much better. Thanks for letting me use your bathroom.	Silly, that's not my bathroom.
Plankton: Well, in that case, you're gonna need some new shoes.	Oh, boy! Does this mean you're gonna stay with me?
Plankton: Yes!	Yeah! We're gonna be the best roommates ever! Oh! Wanna do each other's hair?
Plankton: Oh, forget this! French Narrator: Many unbearable hours later... Male Actor: Oh, my love, what a fool I've been. You've always been the only one for me.	Aw, Plankton. I am so sorry that Karen threw you out.
Plankton: Threw me out? I threw her in!	Hey, this is your safe place. It's okay to talk about your feelings. Oh, somebody's tense!
Plankton: Hey! What? Get off! Get—Oh! Oh, that's the spot.	Now, tell SpongeBob why you and Karen got into a fight.
Plankton: I don't know, I was just doing the same things I always do.	Well, if Karen threw you out for doing the same things you always do, maybe you should learn to not do the same things you always do!
Plankton: But I'm the best.	Well, sometimes you can get a little...aggressive.
Plankton: Me, aggressive?! How dare you?! Maybe you're right. I can be a big jerk sometimes. I command you to help me be a nicer person! I mean, will you please, please help me be a nicer person so Karen will take me back?	Plankton, in a word: yes!
Plankton: What is that dimwit doing here? Patrick: Ahh! Oh, behind me! Oh, get away! Plankton: Will you stop that?! There's no one behind you! You're the dimwit. Patrick: Oh. Thanks!	All right, Plankton, the first step to becoming a nicer person is being thoughtful. Try holding a door for someone. It's simple, and it makes people happy. Like this. After you.
Patrick: I'm happy, SpongeBob! Can someone get me out of here? Whew!	All right, Plankton. Now you try!

Patrick: Ehh? Huh? Oh. Hi, SpongeBob.

Patrick, I was at work, and Mermaid Man and Barnacle Boy came, and I got this belt, and look.

Patrick: A Squidward action figure! Let me play with him!

No, Patrick!

Patrick: Fighter pilot! Dive bomb!

Patrick!

Patrick: And then comes a giant fist!

Patrick, no! That's not an action figure! That's the real Squidward! I shrunk him by accident.

Patrick: Oh... And then comes a giant --

Wait, you don't understand! This is serious! I don't know how to unshrink him! He could be stuck like this for the rest of his life.

Patrick: Oh, don't worry about it. He'll find love one day.

You think so?

Patrick: Well, sure. But it'll be with someone his own size. Like this pickle! See? They like each other! Squidward: N-n-n-n-no.

Oh, if only I knew how to work this thing!

Patrick: Let me take a look at it. Hmmm. You know what the problem is?

What?

Patrick: You got it set to 'M' for Mini when it should be set to 'W' for Wumbo.

Patrick, I don't think Wumbo is a real word.

Patrick: Come on! You know... I wumbo, You wumbo, He, she, me... wumbo! Wumbo, wumboing, we'll have the wumbo, Wumborama... Wumbology, the study of wumbo? It's first grade, SpongeBob! Squidward: I wonder if a fall from this height could be enough to kill me.

Patrick, I'm sorry I doubted you.

Patrick: Well, all right, then. Let her rip! It worked!

Oh no!

Patrick: Look, SpongeBob's giant! Can I be giant next?

Patrick, I'm not giant, you shrunk too!

Patrick: You're kidding! Good thing I still got this pickle! Squidward: Hey! Now will you take us to Mermaid Man?!

No! He can never find out! But I'll think of something. I promise. Until then, you'll be safe in this jar.

Patrick: You know what's funny? My pickle started out in a jar, and now it's in one again! Heh. It's like a pun or something! Heheh...

It's only two people no big deal, nobody else saw it.

Sandy: Howdy, SpongeBob!

Sandy!

Sandy: What did you... For cryin' out... What did y'all do to me?

I'm sorry, Sandy! Mermaid Man came in and...

Larry: Hey, SpongeBob! Nat: Hey, SpongeBob, I -- Nancy Suzy Fish: Hi, SpongeBob. Mrs. Puff: Hello, SpongeBob. Scooter: Sponge-dude! Fish #1: Hey, SpongeBob! Fish #2: SpongeBob, hi! Fish #3: Hey, SpongeBob! Fish #4: What's up, Sponge?

Whoo! I'm gonna have to get a bigger jar.

Squidward: SpongeBob, will you just face facts? You've shrunken everybody in Bikini Bottom! You've got to go to Mermaid Man!

Oh, Squidward, he'll be so disappointed.

Sandy: Well, you can't leave us small forever!

You don't understand!

Mrs. SquarePants: SpongeBob. You need to admit your mistakes.

Mom?

Mermaid Man: Your mother's right, son. Mermaid Man will understand. Barnacle Boy: You're Mermaid Man, you old coot! Mermaid Man: Oh, yeah.

Mermaid Man? I'm so sorry, it's just that I'm such a big fan, and your belt, and...

Mermaid Man: Oh, don't worry, son. I understand. Why, I remember back when I first used the belt, the year was nineteen ought eleventy-twelve, why I believe the president— Everyone: Just tell him how to unshrink us!!!!! Mermaid Man: Oh, yes. The unshrink ray... let's see, uh — uh... did you set it to Wumbo? Everyone: WHAT?!?! GET SPONGEBOB!! Squidward: Now I have to drive five miles to go to the bathroom... in my own home! Sandy: And I need an elevator to climb one stair! HI-YA! Mermaid Man: We've been shrinking for years! Barnacle Boy: But this is ridiculous! Everyone: Everything's too big!!!!!

I've got it! Ta-da! Since I couldn't make you big, I made the city small! And now, only one more thing to shrink. Cheese!

Squidward: I guess this is okay. Larry: Yeah, what's the difference? Nancy: Good idea, SpongeBob. Plankton: Well, it's great to be back! Huh? Squidward: Ooh... What the... ...now?

La, la, la... La-la-la, la, la-la-la...

Squidward: Stop! What could you possibly be trying to do this time?

I'm not trying to do anything. I'm just having a decent morning.

Squidward: By running around and screaming like a banshee?

Oh, Squidward, a banshee screams like this: Ahhhhhhh...

Squidward: There are two kinds of people. There are people that are normal. And then there's you.

Really?

Squidward: Yes, really! Maybe you should start acting a little more... normal!! Doh...

I'm not normal? Squidward? How does one become normal?

Squidward: Well, how about you start by... Getting away from me, you little creature!

What's wrong with me? I need to understand normal! How to be Normal. Hm, this videotape should help.

TV: Are you tired of being called a freak? Do people throw you out of their homes? Well, do they?

Yes, yes, and yes.

TV: Then join me, as I take you on a Journey into Normality.

Normality.

TV: The life of a normal person is rather simple. Here is your typical average Joe on his way to work. See how he is dressed. Even his hair is boring. Notice his features, nice and smooth without a crater or freckle to be seen.

Craters and freckles?

TV: In his office space, Mr. Normal, at least that's what it says on his name tag, works at a steady and monotonous pace, just as all the other normals do. Take note of how they communicate with each other. Other Mr. Normal: Hi, how are you? TV: At the end of the day, Mr. Normal packs his things and goes home to merrily start the cycle again in the morning.

Yeah...

Customer: I want one Krabby Patty. Squidward: Oh, great. SpongeBob, I need one Krabby Patty. What, no annoying blurbs today? Hmm, strangely quiet. SpongeBob?

Hi, how are ya.

Squidward: What's the meaning of this?

I took your advice. From now on, I'm normal.

Squidward: Normal, huh?

Yup.

Squidward: Oh, really?

Yup.

Squidward: Whatever. I know you're just waiting to say something stupid.

Wonderful weather we're having.

Squidward: Uh, yes, it is.

Okay, see ya 'round.

Squidward: Yeah, I'll, uh...I'll see you. Mr. Krabs: SpongeBob, what are you doing sitting around? We need Krabby Patties out there.

Yes, sir. I'll do it... normally.

Mr. Krabs: Eh? Wow, that's all it takes these days, huh? Can you do more? Oh, my! It's like printing money! Squidward: I wonder what got into SpongeBob... And what the heck is that?! Whose house is this?

Hi, how are ya.

Squidward: Hi, SpongeBob.

Hi, how are ya.

Squidward: Good, just heading by to get a drink.

Wonderful weather we're having.

Squidward: It sure is.

Okay, see ya 'round.

Squidward: Yeah... See ya. Oh, my. I could get used to this. Montage: TBD. Narrator: Three weeks later... Squidward: There you are, sir. Oh, yes, it's time again. I've been meaning to say this, but I've come to appreciate your demeanor lately.

You know, it's a funny thing, Squidward. I smoothed out the edges of my personality and the rest just followed suit. Now I am utterly normal.

Robbie Fish: Ugh! That ain't right. I will never spend money here again. Mr. Krabs: Never? Mevis: Come on, guys, these patties aren't worth the paper they're printed on. Mr. Krabs: Wait, where're you going? SpongeBob! What are you doing back here? Do you expect the customers to eat this? And now, thanks to you, they're leaving in boat loads.

Maybe this thing is out of ink.

Mr. Krabs: No, boy, you're missing the point. You can't make Krabby Patties with ink and paper. You gotta put your heart into it, boy. Now get back to making them patties the right way and stop acting so dull.

What you call dull I call normal.

Mr. Krabs: Well, till you decide to start making them patties the way only you can, I want you out of my place!

I guess the decision to be normal was more life-changing than I thought. Hi, how are ya.

Patrick: What happened to you?

Oh, I got normal.

Patrick: Whatever that means. Hey, SpongeBob, what do you say we charge into Jellyfish Fields nets ablaze?

Let's do something normal, like window shopping.

Patrick: Let's do this... Ya-ha! Hey, your turn.

I think I'll pass. But I do need to defragment my hard drive, would you like to help?

Patrick: Hey, listen...when you decide to do something fun, you know where to find me.

Okay, see ya 'round. Hi, how are ya.

Squidward: I never thought I'd hear myself say this, but please come in, SpongeBob.

Thank you. Tell me, what are you doing cooped up in here when the weather outside is so normal.

Squidward: Well, today is dusting day. The day I dust my 483 self-portraits.

Wow, that's something you don't see in the average house.

Squidward: You know, SpongeBob, it's okay to be a little different.

And you know what else is abnormal? Your nose—it's all bulbous and flappy. Your eyes are a little odd, too. Looks like your whole face could use some work. Yeah, there we go. See? Looking normal already.

Squidward: What the...?

One more thing, Squidward. You don't wear pants.

Squidward: And stay out of my home!

Oh, what happened? I lost my job, then my best friend, and now I'm too normal for Squidward. Maybe I have taken this normal thing too far. No problem, SpongeBob. You made yourself normal. Now all you have to do is reweird yourself. All it'll take is a mental adjustment and some tight clenching. Now focus... and clench. Oh, well, if I'm going to get weird, I'm going to need to see a professional.

Patrick: Look at the tongue.

That's very nice, Patrick, but I need you to retrain me. I want to be abnormal again.

Patrick: Huh, I don't think you have what it takes.

Please, Patrick. If anyone can teach me the arcane art of the weird, it's you. Teach me how to be me again.

Patrick: It won't be easy, but I'll do it.

Oh, thank you, Patrick!

Patrick: But first, I'll need a garden hose and a flatbed truck, and I'll need you to remove your trousers.

Patrick, I'm feeling very self-conscious right now.

Patrick: Try to concentrate on your first lesson in weird. See you on the other side, buddy! Susie: Mommy, mommy... what are those things? Shubie: Those are undesirables, honey. We only talk to normal people! Patrick: SpongeBob, the weird therapy is working. Your craters are coming back. We just have to keep pushing the boundaries. We've gotta get stranger. Talk backwards.

Tap erus uoy era?

Patrick: It's happening. The final transformation.

Huh?

Patrick: What happened?

I don't know. I guess I became permanently normal.

Patrick: No!

I don't wanna be normal!

Patrick: Go away!

Normal is not worth it!

Patrick: We're in mourning! Squidward: It's me, Squidward. I'm looking for SpongeBob. Hi. How are ya? Patrick: SpongeBob, you're back to your square shape.

Wow! I guess Squidward's normal looks scared me back to my original form. Thanks, buddy, you saved my life.

Squidward: Wonderful weather we're having, hm?

It sure is, buddy. It sure is.

Tina Fran: Oh, these are delicious. Jennifer Millie: What was that? Nathiel Waters: Think it came from Krabs' office. Maybe he's in trouble.

I'll save you, Mr. Krabs! Ooh, Mr. Krabs, thank Neptune you're okay. Eww, what was that noise?

Mr. Krabs: Huh? Uh, I didn't hear nothing. Everything's completely normal. Okay, closing time! Everyone out! Eh..o-okay... See you tomorrow.

But, Mr. Krabs, Squidward and I don't want to leave work early. Right, Squidward? Oh, Mr. Krabs, I could still— A nickel? And it's the same temperature as Mr. Krabs. Ooh, he's gonna want this back. Follow that boat!

Taxi driver: Sorry about all those speed bumps, kid. And the cactus patch and the demolition derby.

Roast moblem, Orfficer. Mr. Krabs!

Mr. Krabs: SpongeBob, what are you doing here, boy-o?

I brought your nickel, silly. What is this place? And what are you doing here?

Mr. Krabs: Nothing, I've never been here before in my life. Sal: Eugene, got your usual here: one big steaming plate of chum! Enjoy.

Usual? Chum? Enjoy? Oh, I don't understand, Mr. Krabs.

Mr. Krabs: Oh, I suppose there's no hiding it, boy-o. It all started back in me old Navy days. I was a young seaman on a dangerous mission deep in enemy territory. Navy chef: Meal time. Mr. Krabs: Somehow, in the madness of battle, I became separated from me crew. It took hours of fighting and sneaking and scraping to get back to me ship, but by the time I got there, our supplies have been decimated. All we had left was chum...and I hadn't eaten since noon. I was starting to feel peckish. But, oh, that flavor. Sweet and gamy with a cream, chunky mouthfeel. Oh, I've had a chum monkey on my back ever since. Been eating the stuff in secret for years now. Just got a taste for it. One of them survival things, I suppose. Oh, uh, look, SpongeBob, I don't want this getting out, you understand? Especially to Plankton. So what do you say, huh? Keep me shame a secret, huh? For old Mr. Krabsy?

You got it, Mr. Krabs. My lips are sealed.

Mr. Krabs: Glad to hear it. Okay, see you tomorrow. Sal, I'm feeling hungry tonight. How's about another plate of chum? Sal: Oh, sorry, Eugene, that was my last plate of chum, ever! I'm closing the Slop Pail permanently. Mr. Krabs: What?! Sal: Yep, I'm moving to Shell City to make it big in the pictures. Just imagine this mug on a movie screen 30 feet wide! See you in the movies! Mr. Krabs: But where will I get me chum from?

Gosh, Mr. Krabs, I've never tried to make chum before. I don't even know what the ingredients are.

Mr. Krabs: Ugh, well, uh, it's, uh—it's made from...

Eww. Um, I don't think I can make that for you, Mr. Krabs, but I can make you some chum-free chum. You won't even be able to tell the difference.

Mr. Krabs: I sure hope you're right. French narrator: Later…

Behold: three takes on chum à la SpongeBob. The secret ingredient in this one? Krabby Patties. Well? Huh?

Mr. Krabs: It's delicious! Too delicious! Next!

To capture the natural bouquet of the chum, I made this batch entirely from old snail litter.

Mr. Krabs: A little dry. Next!

Ooh, I think you'll like this one. I know I do. It's made from wishes and love.

Mr. Krabs: It's too sweet. Oh, none of these are right, SpongeBob. I think this old chum chewer needs some time alone. Mr. Krabs: Oh, the Chum Bucket's the only place in town still selling chum, but I can't go crawling to Plankton for help. No, I won't. I got too much pride for that. Oh, come on, there's gotta be some chum in here somewhere! Karen: Uh, hello? Who—who's out there? Plankton: All right, miscreant, come over here where I can destroy you! Karen and Plankton: Krabs? Plankton: What are you doing here? Mr. Krabs: Nothing, nothing! I, uh, lost my shoe! See? Found it. Okay, bye. Plankton: Hold it. What's going on with you, Krabs? Your clothes are a mess and your stomach's making strange noises. Mr. Krabs: What are you talking—I'm... Oh, fine! I'm hooked on chum, okay?! Plankton: Say what?! Mr. Krabs: Look at me now! Digging through garbage for scraps! Plankton: You actually like chum? Karen: How is that possible? Nobody likes chum! It tastes terrible! Plankton: Shh! Mute your speaker, Karen. This pathetic display is giving me an idea. All right, Krabs, old buddy, how would you like a lifetime supply of chum? Mr. Krabs: Really? Plankton: Sure, for the low, low price of the Krabby Patty secret formula! Mr. Krabs: No, no, I can't! Not me formula. Plankton: You sure, Krabs? Just breathe in that noxious smell. You know you want it. Plankton: Ah-ah-ah. Not until I have the formula. Mr. Krabs: Oh, fine! I'll be right back.

Hi, Mr. Krabs.

Mr. Krabs: What are you doing here, SpongeBob?

Oh, when I can't sleep, I come here to be close to the formula. It comforts me.

Mr. Krabs: Well, comfort time's over now! I'm trading the formula to Plankton for a lifetime supply of chum.

I can't let you do that, Mr. Krabs. You'll thank me for this later. Okay. Gotta get a better grip. Okay, okay.

Mr. Krabs: Plankton, where are you? I got the formula! I'm here to collect me chum! Plankton: I'm up here, Krabs! Mr. Krabs: Whoo-hoo! Just look at all that chum! And it's all for me! Plankton: Oh, I'm so sorry, Krabs. You foiled too many of my plans over the years for me not to double-cross you now. This time, I have the upper hand! Get it? Upper hand? I win and you get nothing! SpongeBob, Mr. Krabs, and Plankton: No! Plankton: You and SpongeBrain can see yourselves out, Krabs. Ta-ta! Alley-oop! Mr. Krabs: Oh, no, this is terrible! Oh, my formula's gone! I'm ruined! And hungry!

Wait, Mr. Krabs! Plankton is tiny. It'll take him forever to swim through that chum. You can get to the formula before him, but you're gonna have to eat like the wind.

Mr. Krabs: You're right, boy-o! I can do this!

Whoo! Go, Mr. Krabs, go! Whoo! No, don't fill up on bread! The chum! Eat the chum!

Mr. Krabs: Right!

Mr. Krabs, you did it! You saved the secret formula.

Mr. Krabs: Oh, and I think I killed me taste for chum too. See? I'll never touch another bite of this stuff as long as I live.

Hey, where'd Plankton go?

Karen: Hold still. This isn't the first time this has happened. Hmm, could take him a while to get out.

What should we do while we wait?

Sal: You'll never get away with this, Dr. Kelpington!

Mm, could you pass the popcorn?

Plankton: Get me out of here! Karen: Shh! Karen: Oh, Planky-bear? Plankton? Karen: Plankton! Plankton: What? What is it, Karen? Can't you see I'm working there?! Karen: Yes, but I wanted you to show you my new screensaver. What do you think? Plankton: Great. Karen: You didn't even look. Plankton: Ehh... No, I didn't! Can't you see I'm working on my new molecular analyzer? Now all I need is the smallest molecule of a patty and the formula will be mine! Karen: Just tell me if I should permanently upload the screensaver! Plankton: I said not now– oww-oww! The Analyzer: Analyzing... 30% mean guy, 20% spiteful monster, 50% evil butt-head. Sample is... 100% big jerk. I have also analyzed your screensaver, Karen. It is most beautiful! Plankton: No one asked you! Are you happy now, Karen? Karen: No, I'm not! I was just trying to make myself pretty for you, but do you even care? All you ever do is make stupid schemes about stupid sandwiches! Plankton: Stupid? Your new screensaver is stupid and it makes your processor look fat! Karen: What?! Plankton: Oop! Okay, let's all calm down before you say something you'll regret! Karen: You know what? No one talks to me like that! Get out! Plankton: I will not get out! This is my restaurant and no one can make me... leave! Ow! Karen, baby. Come on, sugar lips, you know I'm sorry for everything I said. Medley Fishbowl: I accept your apology. Plankton: I wasn't taking to you, idiot! Pain! Okay, Karen, fun is fun, but it's time to let me back in. Come on, I really need to use the potty! Plankton: Fine, I don't need you or the Chum Bucket! I got plenty of friends around here who would love to take me in! Plankton: So is it cool if I crash here? Mr. Krabs: No! Plankton: Then can I just use your bathroom?

Plankton, I know where this is going. I'd love it if you'd stay with me!

Plankton: Are you crazy? You're the most annoying sponge in the sea. I wouldn't stay with you if you were the last person in Bikini Bottom.

Suit yourself.

Plankton: Okay, fine! Plankton: Whew! Much better. Thanks for letting me use your bathroom.

Silly, that's not my bathroom.

Plankton: Well, in that case, you're gonna need some new shoes.

Oh, boy! Does this mean you're gonna stay with me?

Plankton: Yes!

Yeah! We're gonna be the best roommates ever! Oh! Wanna do each other's hair?

Plankton: Oh, forget this! French Narrator: Many unbearable hours later... Male Actor: Oh, my love, what a fool I've been. You've always been the only one for me.

Aw, Plankton. I am so sorry that Karen threw you out.

Plankton: Threw me out? I threw her in!

Hey, this is your safe place. It's okay to talk about your feelings. Oh, somebody's tense!

Plankton: Hey! What? Get off! Get—Oh! Oh, that's the spot.

Now, tell SpongeBob why you and Karen got into a fight.

Plankton: I don't know, I was just doing the same things I always do.

Well, if Karen threw you out for doing the same things you always do, maybe you should learn to not do the same things you always do!

Plankton: But I'm the best.

Well, sometimes you can get a little...aggressive.

Plankton: Me, aggressive?! How dare you?! Maybe you're right. I can be a big jerk sometimes. I command you to help me be a nicer person! I mean, will you please, please help me be a nicer person so Karen will take me back?

Plankton, in a word: yes!

Plankton: What is that dimwit doing here? Patrick: Ahh! Oh, behind me! Oh, get away! Plankton: Will you stop that?! There's no one behind you! You're the dimwit. Patrick: Oh. Thanks!

All right, Plankton, the first step to becoming a nicer person is being thoughtful. Try holding a door for someone. It's simple, and it makes people happy. Like this. After you.

Patrick: I'm happy, SpongeBob! Can someone get me out of here? Whew!

All right, Plankton. Now you try!