rqchao/spongebob · Datasets at Hugging Face

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Plankton: Fine, but if he kisses me, I'm gonna lose it. Ugh. After you. Plankton: Whoa!	Try this one.
Plankton: After you. Patrick: But I can't fit through there. Plankton: How dare you reject my act of kindness! Yah! Patrick: Ahh!	Plankton, no!
Patrick: Can someone get me out of here?	Okay, Plankton, since you don't seem to be able to do something nice, in this lesson you're going to learn to say something nice.
Plankton: Easy!	Great. So turn to Patrick and say something nice. Say something nice.
Plankton: Uh... Patrick, you're not a total moron. Just half of one.	No, try again.
Plankton: Fine. Your color pink is not so repugnant. Patrick: Thanks! I like... um... your antennas. Plankton: What? What's wrong with my antennas?!	Plankton, Patrick was complimenting you.
Plankton: Yeah, right! You two are mocking me! Patrick: Hey, SpongeBob? Do you think this is working?	No, I think we better try something else.
Plankton: It's no use, SpongeBob. I'm just too brilliant to be nice! I'll never get Karen back now.	Oh, yes, you will! We obviously can't fix your terrible insides, but maybe, just maybe, we can work on your terrible outsides. Makeover time!
Plankton: Brother. Plankton: Forget it, SpongeBob. Karen's the perfect woman: so smart, so conniving! Ah, she's never gonna take me back.	Oh, yes, she is. You just need to do something big. Be vulnerable, be sweet. Show Karen your heart.
Plankton: That's a great idea! I'll cook up a scheme to make her jealous and crush her spirit!	That wasn't even close to what I said.
Plankton: Sure it was. And I know just how to do it.	Okay, I feel uncomfortable. Plankton, are you sure about this?
Plankton: Of course I'm sure! Now, start doing a robot voice. Remember, you're not SpongeBob anymore; you're Shelby Naughtica.	Oh, I like that! Boop beep! Beep boop boop!
Karen: Welcome to the Chum Bucket! Oh. It's you. What do you want? Plankton: Yes, hello. I would like your most romantic table for myself and my beautiful date, Shelby Naughtica, the robot.	Beep boop!
Karen: Hmm. Mm-hmm. Shelby Naughtica, huh? Oh, what a beautiful name.	Thank you! Ow! I mean, thank you. Whoa! Beep boop beep bo boop!
Karen: I'll be right back with our lovers' special. Plankton: This is going so great, SpongeBob! Karen is totally jealous! Karen: Here we go. I whipped up a special batch of chum for you, and for your lovely robot date, a bucket of grease chock-full of nuts and bolts.	Plankton, I don't want to eat this!
Plankton: Don't you ruin this for me, SpongeBoob, just eat it! Plankton: Ugh. Oh, my dear, Shelby Naughtica, you are the most beautiful woman I've ever laid my eye on!	Oh, Plankton-poo, you say the sweetest things!
Karen: Oh, brother. Plankton: I never knew what love was until I met you!	Oh! You have made me the happiest girl robot in the world!
Karen: Hey, you! Get your hands off my man!	You better step off, lady! No one can make Plankton happy like I can. We are soulmates, and we're going to get married and print 1,347 babies.
Plankton: 1,000 what??! Karen: Oh, well, you're really in love. I won't stand in your way. Plankton's all yours.	Yeah!
Plankton: No! The whole point of this scheme was for me to get Karen back, and now you're ruining it!	Sorry, Plankton. You just said nice things to me.
Karen: Wait a second. You're not just being a jerk? You mean, you cooked this whole stupid scheme up to win me back? Plankton: Of course I did. I'd do anything for you, baby, even hang out with this moron.	Oh, that is so sweet!
Karen: Get over here, you. Plankton: Eww, it's that fat screensaver again. Karen: What?! Plankton: Now, Karen, take it easy!	I'm gonna go now.
Karen: My motherboard was right about you! She warned me about you! And I should've listened to her!	I'm driving, Mrs. Puff! This is the one! This is the one! Come, on SpongeBob! Think! Think! Uhh... Turn that way! Turn that way! D'oh! Turn that way! Right! Left! Oh no! No! Come on, don't ever do that! Come on! No! I'm ready! I can do this, Mrs. Puff! I can do it! I can do it!
Mrs. Puff: The driving test is over, SpongeBob. Stop the boat!	Wait, I can do this, Mrs. Puff, I can do this!
Mrs. Puff: The road, SpongeBob, get back on the road!	Gotta pass the test! Gotta pass!
Vendor: Hey! What've you got against the melons?! Mrs. Puff: Look out!	This must be the night driving part of the test.
Officer Nancy: We're gonna straighten you out! Officer Malley: This'll fix ya! Now let's get that one. Officer Nancy: Barnacles, did you see that?! Officer Malley: Yeah! That guy had no front license plate! Let's get him!	Hey, look at all those police! I wonder if the president's in town.
Mrs. Puff: Look out! Mayor: It is with great pride that I officially open this unfinished bridge! Mrs. Puff: Where did I go wrong?! With the opening of my new boating school, I pledge that as long as a student is willing to learn, I shall never give up.	Hi, I'm SpongeBob SquarePants.
Fish: Hurry up with that truckload of fruit punch! The seniors are getting cranky! Mrs. Puff: Alive! I'm alive! Oh, thank Neptune, I'm still... Feminine Tom: Alright, seniors, let's open these windows so the world can see your nice white clothes. Elderly Fish: Oh, it's finally finished! A memoir of my life, written in red ink. Aww, barnacles! Mrs. Puff: Ow. SpongeBob, are you okay?	That depends, did I pass?
Officer Nancy: Freeze, you're under arrest! Mrs. Puff: Hold it, you can't arrest him! He's just a student driver! Officer Nancy: We're not talking about him. Mrs. Puff: But I don't belong here! It's all a big mistake! Prisoner 1: Yeah, I don't belong here, either! Prisoner 2: Me too! I'm innocent! Prisoner 3: I belong here! Mrs. Puff: Okay, you can do this, Puff. You can get through this without losing your sanity. Oh, that's a road we don't want to go down again. Positives. Think of the positives. Let's see... I've got no more papers to grade. Yeah! In fact, no more work. No more boating school classes. No more driving, no more SpongeBob... No more phone solicitors, no more SpongeBob! No more company potlucks, no more SpongeBob! No more road rage, no more SpongeBob! No more insurance payments, no more SpongeBob! No more SpongeBob! No more SpongeBob! No more SpongeBob! I think I'm going to like this place.	Class just isn't the same without Mrs. Puff. Just the thought of her alone and afraid in jail makes me think about her being alone and afraid in jail. I don't know how she's going to survive.
Mrs. Puff: ♪Smelling the pretty roses, whoo hoo hoo.♪ ♪Haaapiness is just two kinds of ice creeeeam!♪	Oh, that poor woman. And it's all my fault. Maybe if I go talk to Patrick, he can ease my guilt.
Patrick: Well, it sounds like it's all your fault.	Oh, you're right! Mrs. Puff's in jail and it's all because of me! I'm such a barnacle head! Poor Mrs. Puff. I know, I gotta get her out! But to get her out of jail, first we gotta get in jail.
Patrick: How are we gonna do that?	Alright, put the money in the bag! Put it in!
Bank Teller: Umm, you're facing the wrong way, sir.	Alright, give me the money!
Bank Teller: Will that be from your savings or your checking account, sir?	Uhh, savings.
Bank Teller: May I please see some identification?	Sure. Here ya go.
Bank Teller: Thank you. Sir, we are showing a balance of zero dollars and zero cents for both of your accounts.	Oh.
Bank Teller: Next!	Well, that went better than expected.
Patrick: Yeah! I didn't think we'd get Mrs. Puff out of jail this fast!	Don't worry, Patrick, we'll get into jail this time.
Fish: Hey, there's a couple. Guard: Put your back in it, girls!	Look, Patrick, there she is! Mrs. Puff, wait, it's us, SpongeBob and Patrick!
Mrs. Puff: That's funny. For a second, I thought that yellow rock talked to me. And its voice sounded a lot like...	SpongeBob. It's me, SpongeBob. We're gonna bust you out of here. C'mon, Mrs. Puff!
Mrs. Puff: It's you. What are you doing here? Why did you follow me in here? Why?! Guard #1: Alright, Mrs. Puff, it seems like this heat's gone to your head. If you're gonna talk to rocks, I guess it's time for you to go on kitchen duty. Mrs. Puff: Yes, it must be the heat. Yes.	Darn it! Okay, Patrick, let's get out of here. No, wait! There goes our deposit on these costumes.
Mrs. Puff: There you are. Woman: Hey there, Puff Mama. What's today's grub? Mrs. Puff: Hi, Donna. It's chili, same as always. Let me get you some.	Mrs. Puff, it's me, SpongeBob!
Mrs. Puff: When are these horrific hallucinations going to end?	No, it's really me! I brought Patrick along too.
Patrick: Hi. Mrs. Puff: Why?	'Cause we're gonna set you free!
Mrs. Puff: No, I mean, why'd you bring him?	He likes chili. Now quick, get in before someone sees.
Mrs. Puff: SpongeBob, I am not going with you.	That's a good one, Mrs. Puff. Now hop in. Come on!
Patrick: SpongeBob, I think she means it.	Oh, that's crazy, Patrick.
Mrs. Puff: He's right, SpongeBob. I'm staying.	But why?
Mrs. Puff: I like it here. These are my people! And besides, if I'm in here, that means I won't have to deal with yooou... ...uranium! In the water supply. See? Crystal clear! Aahhhh!	Excuse us for just one second, Mrs. Puff. Patrick, she has lost it! She's completely institutionalized. She's forgotten what it's like to live on the outside. To not be in prison.
Frankie's wife: Coming to bed, honey? Frankie Billy: Yes, dear.	We've got to remind her that there is a life other than this. Mrs. Puff, if you come with us, I'll stay after school and decorate the whole classroom.
Mrs. Puff: For the last time, no! I'm not going with you! That's final! Oh. Guard #1: Talking to inanimate objects again, huh, Puff? Hmph. Get back to your cell. No more kitchen time for you.	Quick, Mrs. Puff, hop on!
Mrs. Puff: Guards! Guards, come quick. There's a crazed ex-student of mine and his overweight friend here to break me out! Guard #1: That's just raw material used to make coat hangers. You need some rest.	Psst! Hop in, Mrs. Puff.
Mrs. Puff: Guards! Guards, come look! Guard #1: Whoa. They don't pay me enough to do this job.	Mrs. Puff, up here.
Mrs. Puff: Guards, guards! They're back! Guard #1: What's all the hubbub, Puff? Mrs. Puff: They're back! SpongeBob & Patrick: Mrs. Puff, it's us! Mrs. Puff: Guard #1: What the barnacle is going on? Mrs. Puff: Get away from me! Get away! Guard #1: What are you talking about, Puff? Mrs. Puff: You can't fool me! You're SpongeBob and that guy who likes the chili. Guard #1: Let's face it, Puff, you've gone off the deep end. Get in there, you! You need a nice long stay in solitary confinement! Mrs. Puff: Oh well. Let's look at the positives again. I'm finally away from those two. Yes. All alone in my nice, soft room.	Made of sponge! I can pass the test, Mrs. Puff! I can pass the test!
Officer Malley: Freeze! Your joyride's over, punk. Mrs. Puff: No! What?	No! What are you doing? Help! Help! No, no, please! I have a snail to feed! I can't go to jail now! This is not a good time! No, please, please! I'm not a criminal!
Mrs. Puff: I can't believe it. It was all a dream. I'm not going to jail! Officer Malley: Why would you go to jail? You already did your time. Mrs. Puff: Oh, it's just my imagination again. Donna: So what's for dinner tonight, Puff Mama? Chili? Mrs. Puff: Huh? What? Huh? Ah, forget it.	What are you doing, Mr. Krabs?
Mr. Krabs: Just making sure the Krabby Patty formula is safe. Plankton hasn't tried stealing the formula in over a month. He must be planning something big. Squidward: Hello. Mr. Krabs: One of you will have to volunteer for some extra work. Squidward: Goodbye. Mr. Krabs: I was just gonna ask if someone can spy on Plankton.	Spy?! Whoo-ooh-ooh!
Patrick: Hey, SpongeBob, I can see you through this straw.	Patrick, I'm going to be a spy.
Patrick: You're a spy?! I wanna be a spy, too! Mr. Krabs: Shh! Okay, okay! You can be a spy. Just be quiet. SpongeBob & Patrick: Hooray! We're spy buddies!! SpongeBob & Patrick: Spy buddies. Mr. Krabs: Your instructions are on this Krabby Patty. But remember, the fate of the Krusty Krab rests in your hands, SpongeBob.	In my hands? Ooh...
Patrick: Ooh. Mr. Krabs: Your mission - if you choose to accept it - is to discover what Plankton's up to. Don't let him out of your sight. You'll need to rustle up some spy gadgets. If you don't accept it, you're fired! This patty will self-destruct in 10 seconds.	Get rid of it! Get rid of it, Patrick!
Patrick: That's gonna leave a mark.	Hey, Sandy.
Sandy: Hey, SpongeBob, Patrick. What y'all doing?	Do you know anything about spying, Sandy?
Sandy: Well, I know you need a lot of crazy gadgets, like jet-packs, and laser-equipped Bermuda shorts with walkie-talkies... Man on Walkie Talkie: 10-4, good buddy. Sandy: Cameras that fit up your nose, high-powered magnifying glasses. And my favorite, the knockout ray.	Wow, Sandy, with these gadgets, Patrick and I will be great spies!
Sandy: I wouldn't trust you two with any of this stuff!	What do we do now, Patrick?
Patrick: What's he doing now?	Nothing yet. Wait! Wait!! He's... ...buying baby clothes? We gotta get closer.
Plankton: Excuse me?! Do you have anything in a size negative five? Employee: Sorry, bud, that's as small as they come.	Wow, Plankton has to buy baby clothes?
Patrick: How embarrassing?	SpongeBob to Krabs. Come in Krabs.
Mr. Krabs: Krabs here. Go ahead.	Plankton just bought some baby clothes.
Mr. Krabs: Baby clothes? Hmm... What's he doing now?	Hold on. He's buying...
Mr. Krabs: Yeah? Yeah?	A... stamp.
Mr. Krabs: A stamp. This is the most elaborate scheme ever. Keep on him, SpongeBob.	We're right behind him, and he has no idea!
Plankton: Grrrr, would you stop making all that racket!? Patrick: What's he doing now?	I can't tell.
Plankton: Whew! Gosh, it's hot. Yahhhh!!!	He's getting away! Quick, Patrick, use the jet-pack!
Patrick: Can do! Plankton: Whew... huh?	Boy, it was lucky the sidewalk broke our fall. But we've lost Plankton!
Patrick: To the spy mobile!!	Hmmm... mines, oil slick, smoke screen, shield...
Patrick: Self destruct! There's a call coming through on my Pants-A-Phone. Mr. Krabs: Krabs to Agent SpongeBob. Come in SpongeBob. Patrick: It's for you.	Agent SpongeBob here.
Mr. Krabs: You found out what Plankton's up to?	I'm afraid we've lost him, Mr. Krabs.
Mr. Krabs: Well, find him, lad; I'm not paying you to goof off with Patrick!	You're not paying me at all, Mr. Krabs.
Mr. Krabs: Exactly. So get to work. Recording: If you'd like to make a call, please deposit 25 cents.	Okay, Patrick, we're in position. Now how do we get inside?
Patrick: I think the front door's open.	Spies don't use the front door, Patrick. We've got to figure out a complicated way to get inside.
Patrick: This looks like a job for Patrick Star Laser Pants!	Good work, Patrick! Now it's my turn! I thought you were holding the rope --
Patrick: I am! You need to be quiet. We're on a secret mission! Plankton: Secret mission, eh?! Don't you think I know what you're up to? You want to eat at the Chum Bucket without your boss knowing. Karen, we've got a customer! I'll let you two look over the menu. Patrick: SpongeBob, I have to go.	Ohhh, can't you go later?
Patrick: My laser pants aren't working right. Plankton: Could I interest you in a raspberry iced tea? Patrick: Uh, no thanks... Plankton: Or perhaps a bran muffin? Patrick: SpongeBob! I have to go now!! Plankton: Prune Danish? What the--?! Destroy my lab, will ya, Krabs? Well, if it's war you want, it's war you'll get! Mr. Krabs: Why's it dark? I think I put off my cataract surgery too long. Squidward: No, Mr. Krabs, it's that time of the month. Mr. Krabs: Merciful Neptune! Man your battle stations! Squidward: I'm on it! Mr. Krabs: Bring it on, Plankton! Plankton: Oh, I will! We'll see if you have any customers left after I pump up the volume! Nat: Oh, brother, I hated the real version of this song. Mr. Krabs: He's driving me customers away! All right, Plankton, you want my customers so badly? You can have 'em! Plankton: Do your worst, Krabs! Squidward: I hate my job.	It's up to you and me, buddy!
Patrick: Abandon ship! NOOO! AAHHH! Plankton: Pointy-headed projectile on the port side! Mr. Krabs: Heh-heh-heh! Huh? NOO!!! Plankton: I win! I ALWAYS WIN!	Not to rain on your parade or anything, but you always lose.
Plankton: No, SpongeBob, I always... Mr. Krabs: ...win!	Mr. Krabs?!
Mr. Krabs: That's right! I stole me own formuler!	But if you're Mr. Krabs, then who's... Mr. Krabs is a robot!
Plankton: No, you idiot.	Plankton?! What the barnacles is going on here!?
Mr. Krabs: You see, we had a bet. Plankton's been trying for twenty years to steal me formula, and he's never done it. Plankton: I almost had it thirty-seven times, and you know it! Mr. Krabs: Tell it to the claw, sister. Last time he failed, we made a bet. You can't beat me, Plankton. I always win! Plankton: You've got the easy part. I'd like to see you do my job. Mr. Krabs: Oh, yeah, right. If I was you, I could steal me formula on me first try. Plankton: Ha! The usual wager? Mr. Krabs: You're on. So, through a series of events far too elaborate to go into right now, we flawlessly assumed each other's lives; and I beat Plankton at his own game... and destroyed his place of business! Now pay up. Plankton: Here you go, Eugene. One a-dollar. Patrick: Not so fast!	Squidward! Then-then who are you!?
Squidward: I'm not... wearing a disguise!	Hmmm, if he's Squidward, then you must be... Sandy?!
Sandy: Whoops, wrong outfit!	You're me! Then I must be...
Patrick: Patrick!	Nah, I'm just kidding.
Patrick: I really am Patrick!	Good one, Patrick! There's just one thing I don't understand...
Mr. Krabs: What's that, laddie?	That.
French Narrator: Here we are again at the Bikini Bottom Boating School. Today is once again the day of SpongeBob's boating school exam. But more importantly, this is the last test for the year, ...and if SpongeBob does not pass this one, it means another whole yeAR OF BOATING SCHOOL!!	...whahappened?
Mrs. Puff: Oh, nothing SpongeBob, you just struck another pedestrian. Minus 20 more points.	How many does that leave me with?
Mrs. Puff: Negative 224.	How many more minutes left in the test?
Mrs. Puff: The test is over.	That's enough time, I can make up those points!
Mrs. Puff: No, SpongeBob, you didn't hear me! It's too late, SpongeBob!	OK, Mrs. Puff, what's my final score?
Mrs. Puff: 6.	Whoo! And how many do I need to pass?

Plankton: Fine, but if he kisses me, I'm gonna lose it. Ugh. After you. Plankton: Whoa!

Try this one.

Plankton: After you. Patrick: But I can't fit through there. Plankton: How dare you reject my act of kindness! Yah! Patrick: Ahh!

Plankton, no!

Patrick: Can someone get me out of here?

Okay, Plankton, since you don't seem to be able to do something nice, in this lesson you're going to learn to say something nice.

Plankton: Easy!

Great. So turn to Patrick and say something nice. Say something nice.

Plankton: Uh... Patrick, you're not a total moron. Just half of one.

No, try again.

Plankton: Fine. Your color pink is not so repugnant. Patrick: Thanks! I like... um... your antennas. Plankton: What? What's wrong with my antennas?!

Plankton, Patrick was complimenting you.

Plankton: Yeah, right! You two are mocking me! Patrick: Hey, SpongeBob? Do you think this is working?

No, I think we better try something else.

Plankton: It's no use, SpongeBob. I'm just too brilliant to be nice! I'll never get Karen back now.

Oh, yes, you will! We obviously can't fix your terrible insides, but maybe, just maybe, we can work on your terrible outsides. Makeover time!

Plankton: Brother. Plankton: Forget it, SpongeBob. Karen's the perfect woman: so smart, so conniving! Ah, she's never gonna take me back.

Oh, yes, she is. You just need to do something big. Be vulnerable, be sweet. Show Karen your heart.

Plankton: That's a great idea! I'll cook up a scheme to make her jealous and crush her spirit!

That wasn't even close to what I said.

Plankton: Sure it was. And I know just how to do it.

Okay, I feel uncomfortable. Plankton, are you sure about this?

Plankton: Of course I'm sure! Now, start doing a robot voice. Remember, you're not SpongeBob anymore; you're Shelby Naughtica.

Oh, I like that! Boop beep! Beep boop boop!

Karen: Welcome to the Chum Bucket! Oh. It's you. What do you want? Plankton: Yes, hello. I would like your most romantic table for myself and my beautiful date, Shelby Naughtica, the robot.

Beep boop!

Karen: Hmm. Mm-hmm. Shelby Naughtica, huh? Oh, what a beautiful name.

Thank you! Ow! I mean, thank you. Whoa! Beep boop beep bo boop!

Karen: I'll be right back with our lovers' special. Plankton: This is going so great, SpongeBob! Karen is totally jealous! Karen: Here we go. I whipped up a special batch of chum for you, and for your lovely robot date, a bucket of grease chock-full of nuts and bolts.

Plankton, I don't want to eat this!

Plankton: Don't you ruin this for me, SpongeBoob, just eat it! Plankton: Ugh. Oh, my dear, Shelby Naughtica, you are the most beautiful woman I've ever laid my eye on!

Oh, Plankton-poo, you say the sweetest things!

Karen: Oh, brother. Plankton: I never knew what love was until I met you!

Oh! You have made me the happiest girl robot in the world!

Karen: Hey, you! Get your hands off my man!

You better step off, lady! No one can make Plankton happy like I can. We are soulmates, and we're going to get married and print 1,347 babies.

Plankton: 1,000 what??! Karen: Oh, well, you're really in love. I won't stand in your way. Plankton's all yours.

Yeah!

Plankton: No! The whole point of this scheme was for me to get Karen back, and now you're ruining it!

Sorry, Plankton. You just said nice things to me.

Karen: Wait a second. You're not just being a jerk? You mean, you cooked this whole stupid scheme up to win me back? Plankton: Of course I did. I'd do anything for you, baby, even hang out with this moron.

Oh, that is so sweet!

Karen: Get over here, you. Plankton: Eww, it's that fat screensaver again. Karen: What?! Plankton: Now, Karen, take it easy!

I'm gonna go now.

Karen: My motherboard was right about you! She warned me about you! And I should've listened to her!

I'm driving, Mrs. Puff! This is the one! This is the one! Come, on SpongeBob! Think! Think! Uhh... Turn that way! Turn that way! D'oh! Turn that way! Right! Left! Oh no! No! Come on, don't ever do that! Come on! No! I'm ready! I can do this, Mrs. Puff! I can do it! I can do it!

Mrs. Puff: The driving test is over, SpongeBob. Stop the boat!

Wait, I can do this, Mrs. Puff, I can do this!

Mrs. Puff: The road, SpongeBob, get back on the road!

Gotta pass the test! Gotta pass!

Vendor: Hey! What've you got against the melons?! Mrs. Puff: Look out!

This must be the night driving part of the test.

Officer Nancy: We're gonna straighten you out! Officer Malley: This'll fix ya! Now let's get that one. Officer Nancy: Barnacles, did you see that?! Officer Malley: Yeah! That guy had no front license plate! Let's get him!

Hey, look at all those police! I wonder if the president's in town.

Mrs. Puff: Look out! Mayor: It is with great pride that I officially open this unfinished bridge! Mrs. Puff: Where did I go wrong?! With the opening of my new boating school, I pledge that as long as a student is willing to learn, I shall never give up.

Hi, I'm SpongeBob SquarePants.

Fish: Hurry up with that truckload of fruit punch! The seniors are getting cranky! Mrs. Puff: Alive! I'm alive! Oh, thank Neptune, I'm still... Feminine Tom: Alright, seniors, let's open these windows so the world can see your nice white clothes. Elderly Fish: Oh, it's finally finished! A memoir of my life, written in red ink. Aww, barnacles! Mrs. Puff: Ow. SpongeBob, are you okay?

That depends, did I pass?

Officer Nancy: Freeze, you're under arrest! Mrs. Puff: Hold it, you can't arrest him! He's just a student driver! Officer Nancy: We're not talking about him. Mrs. Puff: But I don't belong here! It's all a big mistake! Prisoner 1: Yeah, I don't belong here, either! Prisoner 2: Me too! I'm innocent! Prisoner 3: I belong here! Mrs. Puff: Okay, you can do this, Puff. You can get through this without losing your sanity. Oh, that's a road we don't want to go down again. Positives. Think of the positives. Let's see... I've got no more papers to grade. Yeah! In fact, no more work. No more boating school classes. No more driving, no more SpongeBob... No more phone solicitors, no more SpongeBob! No more company potlucks, no more SpongeBob! No more road rage, no more SpongeBob! No more insurance payments, no more SpongeBob! No more SpongeBob! No more SpongeBob! No more SpongeBob! I think I'm going to like this place.

Class just isn't the same without Mrs. Puff. Just the thought of her alone and afraid in jail makes me think about her being alone and afraid in jail. I don't know how she's going to survive.

Mrs. Puff: ♪Smelling the pretty roses, whoo hoo hoo.♪ ♪Haaapiness is just two kinds of ice creeeeam!♪

Oh, that poor woman. And it's all my fault. Maybe if I go talk to Patrick, he can ease my guilt.

Patrick: Well, it sounds like it's all your fault.

Oh, you're right! Mrs. Puff's in jail and it's all because of me! I'm such a barnacle head! Poor Mrs. Puff. I know, I gotta get her out! But to get her out of jail, first we gotta get in jail.

Patrick: How are we gonna do that?

Alright, put the money in the bag! Put it in!

Bank Teller: Umm, you're facing the wrong way, sir.

Alright, give me the money!

Bank Teller: Will that be from your savings or your checking account, sir?

Uhh, savings.

Bank Teller: May I please see some identification?

Sure. Here ya go.

Bank Teller: Thank you. Sir, we are showing a balance of zero dollars and zero cents for both of your accounts.

Oh.

Bank Teller: Next!

Well, that went better than expected.

Patrick: Yeah! I didn't think we'd get Mrs. Puff out of jail this fast!

Don't worry, Patrick, we'll get into jail this time.

Fish: Hey, there's a couple. Guard: Put your back in it, girls!

Look, Patrick, there she is! Mrs. Puff, wait, it's us, SpongeBob and Patrick!

Mrs. Puff: That's funny. For a second, I thought that yellow rock talked to me. And its voice sounded a lot like...

SpongeBob. It's me, SpongeBob. We're gonna bust you out of here. C'mon, Mrs. Puff!

Mrs. Puff: It's you. What are you doing here? Why did you follow me in here? Why?! Guard #1: Alright, Mrs. Puff, it seems like this heat's gone to your head. If you're gonna talk to rocks, I guess it's time for you to go on kitchen duty. Mrs. Puff: Yes, it must be the heat. Yes.

Darn it! Okay, Patrick, let's get out of here. No, wait! There goes our deposit on these costumes.

Mrs. Puff: There you are. Woman: Hey there, Puff Mama. What's today's grub? Mrs. Puff: Hi, Donna. It's chili, same as always. Let me get you some.

Mrs. Puff, it's me, SpongeBob!

Mrs. Puff: When are these horrific hallucinations going to end?

No, it's really me! I brought Patrick along too.

Patrick: Hi. Mrs. Puff: Why?

'Cause we're gonna set you free!

Mrs. Puff: No, I mean, why'd you bring him?

He likes chili. Now quick, get in before someone sees.

Mrs. Puff: SpongeBob, I am not going with you.

That's a good one, Mrs. Puff. Now hop in. Come on!

Patrick: SpongeBob, I think she means it.

Oh, that's crazy, Patrick.

Mrs. Puff: He's right, SpongeBob. I'm staying.

But why?

Mrs. Puff: I like it here. These are my people! And besides, if I'm in here, that means I won't have to deal with yooou... ...uranium! In the water supply. See? Crystal clear! Aahhhh!

Excuse us for just one second, Mrs. Puff. Patrick, she has lost it! She's completely institutionalized. She's forgotten what it's like to live on the outside. To not be in prison.

Frankie's wife: Coming to bed, honey? Frankie Billy: Yes, dear.

We've got to remind her that there is a life other than this. Mrs. Puff, if you come with us, I'll stay after school and decorate the whole classroom.

Mrs. Puff: For the last time, no! I'm not going with you! That's final! Oh. Guard #1: Talking to inanimate objects again, huh, Puff? Hmph. Get back to your cell. No more kitchen time for you.

Quick, Mrs. Puff, hop on!

Mrs. Puff: Guards! Guards, come quick. There's a crazed ex-student of mine and his overweight friend here to break me out! Guard #1: That's just raw material used to make coat hangers. You need some rest.

Psst! Hop in, Mrs. Puff.

Mrs. Puff: Guards! Guards, come look! Guard #1: Whoa. They don't pay me enough to do this job.

Mrs. Puff, up here.

Mrs. Puff: Guards, guards! They're back! Guard #1: What's all the hubbub, Puff? Mrs. Puff: They're back! SpongeBob & Patrick: Mrs. Puff, it's us! Mrs. Puff: Guard #1: What the barnacle is going on? Mrs. Puff: Get away from me! Get away! Guard #1: What are you talking about, Puff? Mrs. Puff: You can't fool me! You're SpongeBob and that guy who likes the chili. Guard #1: Let's face it, Puff, you've gone off the deep end. Get in there, you! You need a nice long stay in solitary confinement! Mrs. Puff: Oh well. Let's look at the positives again. I'm finally away from those two. Yes. All alone in my nice, soft room.

Made of sponge! I can pass the test, Mrs. Puff! I can pass the test!

Officer Malley: Freeze! Your joyride's over, punk. Mrs. Puff: No! What?

No! What are you doing? Help! Help! No, no, please! I have a snail to feed! I can't go to jail now! This is not a good time! No, please, please! I'm not a criminal!

Mrs. Puff: I can't believe it. It was all a dream. I'm not going to jail! Officer Malley: Why would you go to jail? You already did your time. Mrs. Puff: Oh, it's just my imagination again. Donna: So what's for dinner tonight, Puff Mama? Chili? Mrs. Puff: Huh? What? Huh? Ah, forget it.

What are you doing, Mr. Krabs?

Mr. Krabs: Just making sure the Krabby Patty formula is safe. Plankton hasn't tried stealing the formula in over a month. He must be planning something big. Squidward: Hello. Mr. Krabs: One of you will have to volunteer for some extra work. Squidward: Goodbye. Mr. Krabs: I was just gonna ask if someone can spy on Plankton.

Spy?! Whoo-ooh-ooh!

Patrick: Hey, SpongeBob, I can see you through this straw.

Patrick, I'm going to be a spy.

Patrick: You're a spy?! I wanna be a spy, too! Mr. Krabs: Shh! Okay, okay! You can be a spy. Just be quiet. SpongeBob & Patrick: Hooray! We're spy buddies!! SpongeBob & Patrick: Spy buddies. Mr. Krabs: Your instructions are on this Krabby Patty. But remember, the fate of the Krusty Krab rests in your hands, SpongeBob.

In my hands? Ooh...

Patrick: Ooh. Mr. Krabs: Your mission - if you choose to accept it - is to discover what Plankton's up to. Don't let him out of your sight. You'll need to rustle up some spy gadgets. If you don't accept it, you're fired! This patty will self-destruct in 10 seconds.

Get rid of it! Get rid of it, Patrick!

Patrick: That's gonna leave a mark.

Hey, Sandy.

Sandy: Hey, SpongeBob, Patrick. What y'all doing?

Do you know anything about spying, Sandy?

Sandy: Well, I know you need a lot of crazy gadgets, like jet-packs, and laser-equipped Bermuda shorts with walkie-talkies... Man on Walkie Talkie: 10-4, good buddy. Sandy: Cameras that fit up your nose, high-powered magnifying glasses. And my favorite, the knockout ray.

Wow, Sandy, with these gadgets, Patrick and I will be great spies!

Sandy: I wouldn't trust you two with any of this stuff!

What do we do now, Patrick?

Patrick: What's he doing now?

Nothing yet. Wait! Wait!! He's... ...buying baby clothes? We gotta get closer.

Plankton: Excuse me?! Do you have anything in a size negative five? Employee: Sorry, bud, that's as small as they come.

Wow, Plankton has to buy baby clothes?

Patrick: How embarrassing?

SpongeBob to Krabs. Come in Krabs.

Mr. Krabs: Krabs here. Go ahead.

Plankton just bought some baby clothes.

Mr. Krabs: Baby clothes? Hmm... What's he doing now?

Hold on. He's buying...

Mr. Krabs: Yeah? Yeah?

A... stamp.

Mr. Krabs: A stamp. This is the most elaborate scheme ever. Keep on him, SpongeBob.

We're right behind him, and he has no idea!

Plankton: Grrrr, would you stop making all that racket!? Patrick: What's he doing now?

I can't tell.

Plankton: Whew! Gosh, it's hot. Yahhhh!!!

He's getting away! Quick, Patrick, use the jet-pack!

Patrick: Can do! Plankton: Whew... huh?

Boy, it was lucky the sidewalk broke our fall. But we've lost Plankton!

Patrick: To the spy mobile!!

Hmmm... mines, oil slick, smoke screen, shield...

Patrick: Self destruct! There's a call coming through on my Pants-A-Phone. Mr. Krabs: Krabs to Agent SpongeBob. Come in SpongeBob. Patrick: It's for you.

Agent SpongeBob here.

Mr. Krabs: You found out what Plankton's up to?

I'm afraid we've lost him, Mr. Krabs.

Mr. Krabs: Well, find him, lad; I'm not paying you to goof off with Patrick!

You're not paying me at all, Mr. Krabs.

Mr. Krabs: Exactly. So get to work. Recording: If you'd like to make a call, please deposit 25 cents.

Okay, Patrick, we're in position. Now how do we get inside?

Patrick: I think the front door's open.

Spies don't use the front door, Patrick. We've got to figure out a complicated way to get inside.

Patrick: This looks like a job for Patrick Star Laser Pants!

Good work, Patrick! Now it's my turn! I thought you were holding the rope --

Patrick: I am! You need to be quiet. We're on a secret mission! Plankton: Secret mission, eh?! Don't you think I know what you're up to? You want to eat at the Chum Bucket without your boss knowing. Karen, we've got a customer! I'll let you two look over the menu. Patrick: SpongeBob, I have to go.

Ohhh, can't you go later?

Patrick: My laser pants aren't working right. Plankton: Could I interest you in a raspberry iced tea? Patrick: Uh, no thanks... Plankton: Or perhaps a bran muffin? Patrick: SpongeBob! I have to go now!! Plankton: Prune Danish? What the--?! Destroy my lab, will ya, Krabs? Well, if it's war you want, it's war you'll get! Mr. Krabs: Why's it dark? I think I put off my cataract surgery too long. Squidward: No, Mr. Krabs, it's that time of the month. Mr. Krabs: Merciful Neptune! Man your battle stations! Squidward: I'm on it! Mr. Krabs: Bring it on, Plankton! Plankton: Oh, I will! We'll see if you have any customers left after I pump up the volume! Nat: Oh, brother, I hated the real version of this song. Mr. Krabs: He's driving me customers away! All right, Plankton, you want my customers so badly? You can have 'em! Plankton: Do your worst, Krabs! Squidward: I hate my job.

It's up to you and me, buddy!

Patrick: Abandon ship! NOOO! AAHHH! Plankton: Pointy-headed projectile on the port side! Mr. Krabs: Heh-heh-heh! Huh? NOO!!! Plankton: I win! I ALWAYS WIN!

Not to rain on your parade or anything, but you always lose.

Plankton: No, SpongeBob, I always... Mr. Krabs: ...win!

Mr. Krabs?!

Mr. Krabs: That's right! I stole me own formuler!

But if you're Mr. Krabs, then who's... Mr. Krabs is a robot!

Plankton: No, you idiot.

Plankton?! What the barnacles is going on here!?

Mr. Krabs: You see, we had a bet. Plankton's been trying for twenty years to steal me formula, and he's never done it. Plankton: I almost had it thirty-seven times, and you know it! Mr. Krabs: Tell it to the claw, sister. Last time he failed, we made a bet. You can't beat me, Plankton. I always win! Plankton: You've got the easy part. I'd like to see you do my job. Mr. Krabs: Oh, yeah, right. If I was you, I could steal me formula on me first try. Plankton: Ha! The usual wager? Mr. Krabs: You're on. So, through a series of events far too elaborate to go into right now, we flawlessly assumed each other's lives; and I beat Plankton at his own game... and destroyed his place of business! Now pay up. Plankton: Here you go, Eugene. One a-dollar. Patrick: Not so fast!

Squidward! Then-then who are you!?

Squidward: I'm not... wearing a disguise!

Hmmm, if he's Squidward, then you must be... Sandy?!

Sandy: Whoops, wrong outfit!

You're me! Then I must be...

Patrick: Patrick!

Nah, I'm just kidding.

Patrick: I really am Patrick!

Good one, Patrick! There's just one thing I don't understand...

Mr. Krabs: What's that, laddie?

That.

French Narrator: Here we are again at the Bikini Bottom Boating School. Today is once again the day of SpongeBob's boating school exam. But more importantly, this is the last test for the year, ...and if SpongeBob does not pass this one, it means another whole yeAR OF BOATING SCHOOL!!

...whahappened?

Mrs. Puff: Oh, nothing SpongeBob, you just struck another pedestrian. Minus 20 more points.

How many does that leave me with?

Mrs. Puff: Negative 224.

How many more minutes left in the test?

Mrs. Puff: The test is over.

That's enough time, I can make up those points!

Mrs. Puff: No, SpongeBob, you didn't hear me! It's too late, SpongeBob!

OK, Mrs. Puff, what's my final score?

Mrs. Puff: 6.

Whoo! And how many do I need to pass?