rqchao/spongebob · Datasets at Hugging Face

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Mrs. Puff: Six.	Whooooooooooooo...
Mrs. Puff: Hundred.	What?
Mrs. Puff: 600. You need 600 to pass. You got 6.	Don't worry, I'll be all right Mrs. Puff. Besides, this means that I get to be in your class for a whole 'nother year! Well, see you next Tuesday! Yeah! I'm gonna get my driver's license and it's only gonna take one more year, one more year, one more superduper year. One more super-spectacular, extra-magical, extra-fantastical year!
Mrs. Puff: Oh, Neptune. Another year with him! Barnacles! Dirty barnacles! I've got to do something to save myself. Oh, there's only one way out: a teacher's ace in the hole! Extra crediiiiit!	What was that, Mrs. Puff?
Mrs. Puff: Extra credit, SpongeBob! The extra credit! I still have a chance! I mean, you still have a chance.	What's extra credit?
Mrs. Puff: It's when you get credit for the things you weren't able to do before.	Oh…..
Mrs. Puff: Now, are we ready for that extra credit?	Extra credit!
Mrs. Puff: That's the spirit. So all you have to do to earn your extra credit and pass my class and never have to go anywhere near this school again, is to write a 10-word sentence on what you've learned in boating school.	But I've learned so many things.
Mrs. Puff: Just pick one, I don't care which. Here, I'll help you get started. What I learned in boating school is… There! That's already 7 words! Only 3 more!	L… e… a… r… Oh, barnacles.
Mrs. Puff: What's wrong?	Got to sharpen my pencil. N… e…
Mrs. Puff: Give me that! Here's a pen.	A pen! One of the most permanent of all writing utensils. Gonna write an essay, that's what I say. There.
Mrs. Puff: Fantastic, let me see it.	No, wait! I changed my mind!
Mrs. Puff: I'm sure whatever you've written is fine, just let me see.	Don't look! It's not ready.
Mrs. Puff: It's so simple, only 10 words! What I learned in boating school is blankity, blankity, Blank!	I can do this! I can do this!
Mrs. Puff: What I learned in boating school is…! What I learned in boating school is…!	I can do this! I can do this! Is it hot in here, Mrs. Puff? Why is it so hot in here? My hand is cramping, Mrs. Puff! Make it stop!
Mrs. Puff: You only need 3… more… words! OK, let me see what you've written.	It's not ready yet.
Mrs. Puff: It's OK, SpongeBob. Show the teacher what you've written.	No!
Mrs. Puff: Give it to me!	No!
Mrs. Puff: Let me see it! What I learned in boating school is… Uh… Well, the rest doesn't matter! You pass! You pass!	Mrs. Puff, I don't feel like I really did anything.
Mrs. Puff: That's how extra credit is supposed to feel.	Really?
Mrs. Puff: Besides, here's your license.	My license! It tastes just like I dreamt it would. Mrs. Puff, I-
Mrs. Puff: Thank you, SpongeBob. Congratulations, and have a nice life!	Look out, Bikini Bottom! There's a new driver on the road and his name is...SpongeBob SquarePants! SpongeBob SquarePants! SpongeBob SquarePants! La La La La! La La La La!
Fish: Ow! Partygoers: Harris, happy birthday! My leg! News Reporter: So much destruction...this reporter asks, Why? Local consensus places the blame on this negligent, selfish driving instructor who- OOF!	La la la la!
Reporter: Let's- not- use that take. Mrs. Puff: That's preposterous. He did the extra credit. There's no need to worry. He doesn't even have a boat to drive. Now to go home and have the rest of that pasta. The SquarePants': Surprise!	To the greatest teacher ever!
Mr. SquarePants: Thank you, Mrs Puff. I know I speak for everyone when I say that we consider you a member of the SquarePants family. Mrs. SquarePants: I think you made your point, Dear. Mr. SquarePants: Ahem. Mrs. Puff, we were starting to think SpongeBob was never going to get his license. But you never gave up on him, you never quit, you never took the easy way out! Mrs. Puff: Well, I...Okay. Mrs. SquarePants: We wanted to make sure Mrs. Puff, the greatest driving teacher in the world, was here to see this... Mrs. Puff: See what? Mr. SquarePants: Ta-da. Mrs. Puff and SpongeBob: A brand new boatmobile?!	For me...?
Mrs. SquarePants: Don't worry, Mrs. Puff...he'll be driving by tomorrow! Toodle-Loo! Mrs. Puff: What have I done?! Everyone will know I let him slide through school! I'll have to move to new city, start a new boating school with a new name...! No. Not again! I've got to end this before it begins. Mr. SquarePants: You took quite a buster there, son.	What I learned in Boating School today is!
Mr. SquarePants: We're gonna hafta hold off on the driving there for a while, son. Mrs. SquarePants: That's right, honey. Now, just stay in bed, and no going near the boat!	Hi, Boaty. Boaty, you're cold! Take my socks. Oh Boaty, I'm always going to take care of you. You're the best boat in the deep blue sea!
Mrs. Puff: I hope I still remember how to do this. Hehehe yeah…	Hey, I'm driving!
SpongeBob and Mrs. Puff: Aaaaahhhhhh!	Who are you and what are you doing with my boat? And why are you wearing that ski mask, BECAUSE YOU'RE NOT SKIING! Oh my gosh, I know who you are!
Mrs. Puff: No, you don't! You don't know who I am!	Yes I do! I know that you're...a boat-jacker! I never thought I'd have to use this pepper spray. Somebody help me!! SOMEBODY HELP ME!!!
Mrs. Puff: Sorry SpongeBob, but it was for your own good.	Give me back my boat! You'd better stop this boat! I'm not letting go. Nothing will stop me! Not even… Giant clams?!?! I'm… not… letting… go! Even for… CHEESE GRATERS!?! If you think I'll let go for a little… EDUCATIONAL TELEVISION?!?!?!?! OH, NOOO!!!!
Mrs. Puff: Looks like that got rid of him. Now for some tunes. SpongeBob as Radio: And now back to K.R.U.D. with all of your personal you won't get away with stealing my car! hits! Cop 1: Hey, look.	I'd never let you have this boat! Not even if you were… … Mrs. Puff!?! So, how's it going, Mrs. Puff?
Mrs. Puff: Uh, SpongeBob? I'd like to… apologize. I never should have passed you. You really weren't ready.	So, I guess I got to give my license back, huh?
Mrs. Puff: I hear Mrs. Flounder is starting a new class Monday morning.	You kidding? You're the only teacher for this student . And besides, the warden said she'll let you go early, if you do her a favor?
Mrs. Puff: What's that?	Free driving lessons!
French Narrator: Ah, a yard sale. You know the old saying: One man's trash is another man's treasure. Mr. Krabs: Disposable? Phooey. Narrator: For Mr. Krabs, all trash is treasure. Mr. Krabs: Open for business. See anything you like? Fish #1: Yeah, I'll give you a buck-50 for this umbrella. Mr. Krabs: A buck-50 for that? But it's an antique! It belonged to a queen. Ten bucks. Fish #1: Ten bucks? It's full of holes! Mr. Krabs: It was the queen of Switzerland. Fish #1: A queen you say? That's-- Wait a second! They don't have a queen! Mr. Krabs: Okay, Mr. Bargain Hunter, five bucks. Fish #1: Deal! Mr. Krabs: Ah, the sweet smell of an all-day sucker.	They taste even better. Hi, Mr. Krabs.
Patrick: Whatcha you doing? Mr. Krabs: I'm having an antique sale. Have a look around.	Hey, Patrick, look at this thing. Pretty cool, huh?
Patrick: That looks like the toilet plunger I threw out yesterday. Mr. Krabs: That ain't no toilet plunger! This here's an antique! It's, um... uh... ...a 17th-century soup ladle, see? Patrick: Man, was I using mine wrong. How much? Mr. Krabs: Five bucks. Patrick: I only got seven. Mr. Krabs: Deal. Patrick: Patrick Star, you are one smart shopper.	Wow! Look at this neat-o soda drinking hat. Oh! It must've belonged to someone who was number 1. There's only been a handful of number ones in the history of forever.
Mr. Krabs: That's right, SpongeBob, and you're one of 'em.	Really?
Mr. Krabs: This hat says, Hey, I'm number 1, and I let gravity do my drinking. This hat was made for you, boy. You were born to wear this hat.	Ee-hee, ooh...!
Mr. Krabs: A perfect fit, eh, son?	Oh, thank you, Mr. Krabs. Thank you for bringing us together! How can I ever repay you?
Mr. Krabs: With 10 dollars.	All I have is 5.
Mr. Krabs: Well, I guess it's no deal.	I'll be right back. Mr. Krabs, I found 68 cents. But maybe you can take the other $4.32 out of my paycheck! What do you say?
Mr. Krabs: Well-- I don't know... uh, okay! But only because you look so dashing in that hat.	Thanks, Mr. Krabs.
Mr. Krabs: Don't mention it, boys. What a couple of rubes. Fish #2: Excuse me, sir, but are you the purveyor of this curio stand? Mr. Krabs: Yes, I am. Fish #2: I understand you're selling this rare novelty drink hat. Mr. Krabs: Fresh out. Fish #2: Let me explain. I'm prepared to give you $500 for that drink hat. Mr. Krabs: Fi-fi-fi-fi-fi-... Fish #3: Not so fast. I'll give you $1000 for such a hat. Nat: I'll give you $100,000, in cash, for said hat. Fred: Sir? I'll give you a million dollars for that hat! Mr. Krabs: SpongeBob! There he is with me million dollar hat. I gotta get it back before he finds out how much it's worth.	Ah! My bubble production has increased two-fold, thanks to you, Hatty.
Mr. Krabs: SpongeBob!	Hey, Mr. K. How's the antique biz treating you?
Mr. Krabs: Oh, never mind that. Listen, I didn't want to say this in front of Patrick, but that hat makes you look like a girl.	Am I a pretty girl?
Mr. Krabs: Oh, well, um... you're... you're beautiful. Uh... heh-heh. All right, now give me the hat back.	But, Mr. Krabs, you said it yourself... I was born to wear this hat. I don't want to give it back. I can't get rid of this hat now. Not after all that we've been through. Thanks, Mr. Krabs, I'll call you Hatty. And that's when you showed up.
Mr. Krabs: Aw, forget it! And you're not beautiful, either.	I'm not?
Mr. Krabs: SpongeBob! Just the man I wanted to see. Still playing with that dumb old hat, eh?	Yep.
Mr. Krabs: Not sick of that boring old hat, yet?	Nope.
Mr. Krabs: Not even a little tired of that old piece of junk?	Uh-uh.
Mr. Krabs: Not even a teensy-tiny bit?	Nope.
Mr. Krabs: Well, then I guess you don't want to see what's in my bag.	What is it?
Mr. Krabs: Novelty hats. How about this air-condition one?	Seems a little dangerous.
Mr. Krabs: The juicer.	Ooh...
Mr. Krabs: Foxy Grandpa? So, what do you say? Your silly hat for all these hats?	No deal, Mr. Krabs. I'm sticking with Hatty. Thanks for the offer, though.
Mr. Krabs: I thought the Foxy Grandpa would get him for sure. I didn't want to have to do this, but he leaves me no other option. I'm gonna have to scare it off of him. Heh-heh-heh! This'll scare 'im.	Oh, my gosh! A floating shopping list!
Mr. Krabs: Now, listen, SpongeBob.	How do you know my name?! Who are you?!
Mr. Krabs: I am the ghost of soda drink hats. I'm here to tell you that that soda drinking hat you possess is cursed.	Cursed?
Mr. Krabs: Yes. It once belonged to some guy who's dead now.	What guy?
Mr. Krabs: Uh... Smitty something.	Smitty what?
Mr. Krabs: Uh... Smitty Werben... Jaegerman... Jensen.	He must've been number one.
Mr. Krabs: Number one in Boogeyland! Now, listen, a curse will descend on you unless you return that hat to its owner immediately.	Immediately?
Mr. Krabs: Immediately...	To its owner?
Mr. Krabs: Yes...	Right now?
Mr. Krabs: Yes, yes! It must be returned to its owner, right now.	Hey, Mr. Krabs.
Mr. Krabs: Ahh! SpongeBob! What are you doing here?	I was just returning the cursed soda-drink hat to its original owner: Smitty Werben Jaegerman Jensen.
Mr. Krabs: What?! There is no Smitty Werben Jaegerman Jensen!	Sure there is. He's buried out in Floater's Cemetery.
Mr. Krabs: How did? I just... You did... I would... Gimme that shovel.	It was his hat, Mr. Krabs. He was number 1!
Mr. Krabs: Huh? Ahh! Hold yourself together, Krabs. It's just a boneyard... filled with bones. Ah! What's that? It's Squidward. What's he doing here? Here lies Squidward's hopes and dreams. What a baby. Where was I? Oh yeah. Gotta find Smitty Whatsajipster. Nope. Nope. No. No. No. Uh-uh. No. No. Uh-uh. No. Not there. I've checked every headstone in this cemetery and there's no Smitty Wabbablabba buried here. Think, Krabs. Maybe something SpongeBob said will give you some type of clue.	Remember, licking doorknobs is illegal on other planets.
Mr. Krabs: No, not that!	You'll never guess what I found in my sock last night! Go ahead, guess!
Mr. Krabs: No, no, no, no, no!	It was his hat, Mr. Krabs. He was number on-
Mr. Krabs: Ah!! Barnacles! I'll never find-- The grave! Am I really going to defile this grave for money? Of course I am! Jackpot! Ooh. It's beautiful. Come to papa. Hey, come on, Smitty, let go! Rest in pieces, Smitty. I got the million dollar hat. Smitty: Hey, man, that's my hat. Give it back. Mr. Krabs: What? No way. Just crawl back into your hole, bone boy. Go ahead, play dead. Smitty: I guess I'm gonna have to take it from you. Mr. Krabs: Yeah, right. You and what army? Smitty: Only the army of the living dead. Mr. Krabs: Oh, no. I've seen this on the late show. You ghoulish fiends hold me down and take turns nibbling on my innards. Then you eat my brain and leave my body for the buzzards. Smitty: That's disgusting! We just want the hat back. Mr. Krabs: No flipping way! Back off! Back off, I say. Smitty: Attack. Mr. Krabs: Tallyho! Look at me, I'm Errol Fin! You're falling apart, marrow brain. You must be kidding. Back to oblivion. Oh, ho. How's your sister? All right, boneheads, playtime's over. Yee-hoo, ha-ha! Wa-ha! A million dollars. I've got a million dollars! Oh, there you are. Well, I got it. The rare novelty soda drinking hat. Let's start the bidding at one million dollars. Fred: Yeah, you want that all at once? Fish #3: One million dollars. You gotta be kidding! Nat: Hey! The poor sap's not kidding. Didn't you hear? They found a whole warehouse full of them. They're worthless.	Let's give Mr. Krabs a big hand.
Nat: Now that's worth a million dollars. Hey, kid, wait up! Fish #2: I saw him first! Fish #3: I'll give you one billion dollars! Mr. Krabs: Well, that's a spirit breaker. Squidward: What a baby. Patrick: SpongeBob! SpongeBob! SpongeBob! You forgot to tell me you're leaving!	Well, Patrick, I guess... I did.
Patrick: I'm going to miss you, buddy!	Me too, Patrick, me too! Oh, Patrick, if I had only known how hard not saying goodbye could be...
Patrick: Well, see you later, bud.	Patrick, that's it! You can come with me to summer camp! Then I'd never have to say goodbye!
Patrick: Summer camp? But I'm not even ready yet!	How about now?
Patrick: Yep!	...this stuff is just my carry-on, quarter. The rest of my things are right over there.
Patrick: Weee! Haha!	Oh, and quarter, thanks! Boy, that looked like a boring boat to be on, huh, guys? Guys?
Warden: Welcome to Inferno Island! What in the seven seas just insulted my ear drum!? Could that had been an unrequested sound-off? Well, it must had been my imagination! And you can all thank your lucky stars that I have a very active imagination! Because it so happens that it is my sworn duty to think of fun things to do with the trash that society has thrown away!	I had always preferred to recycle.
Warden: Holy fishpaste! We got ourselves a couple of rabble rousers. What's your name, son?	SpongeBob SquarePants!
Warden: And are you a rabble rouser?	Funny you should ask... once I had...
Warden: Well, I hope you aren't, because you sure look mighty tasty. It isn't too soon after breakfast for me to want to chew somebody's head off! Patrick: Actually, I am a little hungry. Warden: Hungry?! Barney, fetch these two poor hungry souls a snack. On the double! Prisoner #1: Ohh. These guys are tough! Patrick: The food coma is setting in.	Yeah. I could use a nap.
Warden: Did you just say nap?! Well, I know the perfect place for you two to go digest that meal. A couple days in the hole never hurt anybody.	This camp is very upscale!
Patrick: I had no idea that they had a hot tub! Narrator: Three days later... Warden: Alright! Let them out! Now pay attention, worms. Watch the way they crawl out on their bellies, begging for mercy, and see what's waiting for you, next time you fell up to same way these two did!	It was quite an enjoyable soap, but it wasn't until this guy got thirsty and decided to drink the bath water!
Patrick: Not bad! Except for this aftertaste. Warden: Cut your traps, all of you, because of that little outburst, I am going to treat you all to an activity so heart-wrenchingly boring, it physically exhausting, that it is guaranteed to render your souls broken beyond repair! SpongeBob & Patrick: Yay!	This is a pretty fun camp game, huh Patrick?
Patrick: Yeah!	It's made it even more fun and challenging by the fact that we're wearing these heavy ankle weights.
'Warden: Good night, ladies! Patrick: What's wrong, SpongeBob?	The other campers just aren't having as much fun as you and me.
Patrick: If only we could think of some sort group activity that we can all do together, then we would all be having the same amount of fun as each other. Good night!	That's it! We'll show him we can be self-starters!
Warden: Rise and shine! Now, which one of you vile, low-down, vile miserable wretched swine left this pathetic, worthless, horror and meaningless...	Uh... abomination?
Warden: Who said that?	Me, sir!
Warden: What is the meaning of this thing?	It's a play, for our amusement, and inspiration!
Warden: Good. Well then, I'll watch your play, and I will enjoy every act of your pathetic, meaningless, ridiculous, production. You know why? Guard: Uhh...because you cherish the fine art of thespianism? Warden: No! Because this will be the last act you will ever perform in your pathetic lives! So, get to it! And I'd better be truly entertained!	Cool!
Prisoner #2: Kid's wasting his time.	All done!
Prisoner #2: You thinking what I'm thinking? Prisoner #3: Hmmmmm... Prisoner #2: It's a boat, you simpleton! What do boats do? Prisoner #3: Umm... make smoke? Prisoner #2: No! You knucklehead! They float, away from this island, with all of us on board! Now, here's the plan: Hey, buddy! Need some help?	Really?
Prisoner #2: Sure... Narrator: Opening Night.	Aye, for Jib's men, what forces blow the merry winds of Galilee?
Prisoner #4: Get ready! Prisoner #5: Umm... Oh! Prisoner #4: ♪'Tis we...♪ Prisoners: ♪...here to sing the song of merry time for all of day. Together!♪ ♪Together!♪ SpongeBob & Prisoners: ♪Together!♪ ♪Together!♪ Prisoners: ♪Together!♪ SpongeBob, Patrick & Prisoners: ♪Together! Together! To-geth-er.♪ Prisoner #2: ♪Like a boat, upon the sea!♪ Prisoners: ♪Together! In happy camaraderie! Together! That's the way, it's ought to be! Together! Just you, and you, and you--♪	♪--and you--♪
SpongeBob, Patrick & Prisoners: ♪--and me! Together! Togeeeetttthhhher! Together!♪ Warden: I-I-I had never seen anything so beautiful... Prisoner #2: Okay, let's do it!	Uh... Hey, guys! What are you doing?
Prisoner #2: We're breaking out of here, yeah, that's what! Escaping! Oh, uh, thanks for the convincing stage craft! Warden: Encore! Encore! Encore! Do it again! What the?! Prisoner #2: Turn the ship around! Prisoners: Help! Somebody save our lives! We can't swim! Warden: I'm stuffed. I can't even begin to imagine a punishment appropriate for what has happened here tonight! Words cannot attempt to describe the disgusting, vile, th-th-the complete disregard for the story tradition of musical theater. So, starting this very moment, every one of you brontosauruses will be sentenced to... Camp Counselor: Ahoy! Hello? Yoo-who? Warden: What in the name of... For Neptune's sake, man, speak the King's English! Camp Counselor: I'm... I'm Camp Counselor Kraus from Sun Fun Island! Warden: Your who-what? Camp Counselor: Well, I was doing roll call and discovered one of my Sun-funners was missing! I came to take him back with me. A... SpongeBob, eh, SquarePants? Warden: Enough! So tell me, Counselor, just what do they do on your Sunny Funny Island? Camp Counselor: Well, we, uh, make macaroni art... Warden: Egad. Camp Counselor: And we sing campfire songs! Warden: Ahck! Camp Counselor: Oh, and we help and support each other. Warden: STOP! These heinous activities sound like torture too severe for even the lowest, filthiest, undeserving... Wait a minute! I have a brilliant idea! Camp Counselor: Oh, that is very good, Bruiser! SpongeBob and Patrick: Patrick? / SpongeBob?	You first.

Mrs. Puff: Six.

Whooooooooooooo...

Mrs. Puff: Hundred.

What?

Mrs. Puff: 600. You need 600 to pass. You got 6.

Don't worry, I'll be all right Mrs. Puff. Besides, this means that I get to be in your class for a whole 'nother year! Well, see you next Tuesday! Yeah! I'm gonna get my driver's license and it's only gonna take one more year, one more year, one more superduper year. One more super-spectacular, extra-magical, extra-fantastical year!

Mrs. Puff: Oh, Neptune. Another year with him! Barnacles! Dirty barnacles! I've got to do something to save myself. Oh, there's only one way out: a teacher's ace in the hole! Extra crediiiiit!

What was that, Mrs. Puff?

Mrs. Puff: Extra credit, SpongeBob! The extra credit! I still have a chance! I mean, you still have a chance.

What's extra credit?

Mrs. Puff: It's when you get credit for the things you weren't able to do before.

Oh…..

Mrs. Puff: Now, are we ready for that extra credit?

Extra credit!

Mrs. Puff: That's the spirit. So all you have to do to earn your extra credit and pass my class and never have to go anywhere near this school again, is to write a 10-word sentence on what you've learned in boating school.

But I've learned so many things.

Mrs. Puff: Just pick one, I don't care which. Here, I'll help you get started. What I learned in boating school is… There! That's already 7 words! Only 3 more!

L… e… a… r… Oh, barnacles.

Mrs. Puff: What's wrong?

Got to sharpen my pencil. N… e…

Mrs. Puff: Give me that! Here's a pen.

A pen! One of the most permanent of all writing utensils. Gonna write an essay, that's what I say. There.

Mrs. Puff: Fantastic, let me see it.

No, wait! I changed my mind!

Mrs. Puff: I'm sure whatever you've written is fine, just let me see.

Don't look! It's not ready.

Mrs. Puff: It's so simple, only 10 words! What I learned in boating school is blankity, blankity, Blank!

I can do this! I can do this!

Mrs. Puff: What I learned in boating school is…! What I learned in boating school is…!

I can do this! I can do this! Is it hot in here, Mrs. Puff? Why is it so hot in here? My hand is cramping, Mrs. Puff! Make it stop!

Mrs. Puff: You only need 3… more… words! OK, let me see what you've written.

It's not ready yet.

Mrs. Puff: It's OK, SpongeBob. Show the teacher what you've written.

No!

Mrs. Puff: Give it to me!

No!

Mrs. Puff: Let me see it! What I learned in boating school is… Uh… Well, the rest doesn't matter! You pass! You pass!

Mrs. Puff, I don't feel like I really did anything.

Mrs. Puff: That's how extra credit is supposed to feel.

Really?

Mrs. Puff: Besides, here's your license.

My license! It tastes just like I dreamt it would. Mrs. Puff, I-

Mrs. Puff: Thank you, SpongeBob. Congratulations, and have a nice life!

Look out, Bikini Bottom! There's a new driver on the road and his name is...SpongeBob SquarePants! SpongeBob SquarePants! SpongeBob SquarePants! La La La La! La La La La!

Fish: Ow! Partygoers: Harris, happy birthday! My leg! News Reporter: So much destruction...this reporter asks, Why? Local consensus places the blame on this negligent, selfish driving instructor who- OOF!

La la la la!

Reporter: Let's- not- use that take. Mrs. Puff: That's preposterous. He did the extra credit. There's no need to worry. He doesn't even have a boat to drive. Now to go home and have the rest of that pasta. The SquarePants': Surprise!

To the greatest teacher ever!

Mr. SquarePants: Thank you, Mrs Puff. I know I speak for everyone when I say that we consider you a member of the SquarePants family. Mrs. SquarePants: I think you made your point, Dear. Mr. SquarePants: Ahem. Mrs. Puff, we were starting to think SpongeBob was never going to get his license. But you never gave up on him, you never quit, you never took the easy way out! Mrs. Puff: Well, I...Okay. Mrs. SquarePants: We wanted to make sure Mrs. Puff, the greatest driving teacher in the world, was here to see this... Mrs. Puff: See what? Mr. SquarePants: Ta-da. Mrs. Puff and SpongeBob: A brand new boatmobile?!

For me...?

Mrs. SquarePants: Don't worry, Mrs. Puff...he'll be driving by tomorrow! Toodle-Loo! Mrs. Puff: What have I done?! Everyone will know I let him slide through school! I'll have to move to new city, start a new boating school with a new name...! No. Not again! I've got to end this before it begins. Mr. SquarePants: You took quite a buster there, son.

What I learned in Boating School today is!

Mr. SquarePants: We're gonna hafta hold off on the driving there for a while, son. Mrs. SquarePants: That's right, honey. Now, just stay in bed, and no going near the boat!

Hi, Boaty. Boaty, you're cold! Take my socks. Oh Boaty, I'm always going to take care of you. You're the best boat in the deep blue sea!

Mrs. Puff: I hope I still remember how to do this. Hehehe yeah…

Hey, I'm driving!

SpongeBob and Mrs. Puff: Aaaaahhhhhh!

Who are you and what are you doing with my boat? And why are you wearing that ski mask, BECAUSE YOU'RE NOT SKIING! Oh my gosh, I know who you are!

Mrs. Puff: No, you don't! You don't know who I am!

Yes I do! I know that you're...a boat-jacker! I never thought I'd have to use this pepper spray. Somebody help me!! SOMEBODY HELP ME!!!

Mrs. Puff: Sorry SpongeBob, but it was for your own good.

Give me back my boat! You'd better stop this boat! I'm not letting go. Nothing will stop me! Not even… Giant clams?!?! I'm… not… letting… go! Even for… CHEESE GRATERS!?! If you think I'll let go for a little… EDUCATIONAL TELEVISION?!?!?!?! OH, NOOO!!!!

Mrs. Puff: Looks like that got rid of him. Now for some tunes. SpongeBob as Radio: And now back to K.R.U.D. with all of your personal you won't get away with stealing my car! hits! Cop 1: Hey, look.

I'd never let you have this boat! Not even if you were… … Mrs. Puff!?! So, how's it going, Mrs. Puff?

Mrs. Puff: Uh, SpongeBob? I'd like to… apologize. I never should have passed you. You really weren't ready.

So, I guess I got to give my license back, huh?

Mrs. Puff: I hear Mrs. Flounder is starting a new class Monday morning.

You kidding? You're the only teacher for this student . And besides, the warden said she'll let you go early, if you do her a favor?

Mrs. Puff: What's that?

Free driving lessons!

French Narrator: Ah, a yard sale. You know the old saying: One man's trash is another man's treasure. Mr. Krabs: Disposable? Phooey. Narrator: For Mr. Krabs, all trash is treasure. Mr. Krabs: Open for business. See anything you like? Fish #1: Yeah, I'll give you a buck-50 for this umbrella. Mr. Krabs: A buck-50 for that? But it's an antique! It belonged to a queen. Ten bucks. Fish #1: Ten bucks? It's full of holes! Mr. Krabs: It was the queen of Switzerland. Fish #1: A queen you say? That's-- Wait a second! They don't have a queen! Mr. Krabs: Okay, Mr. Bargain Hunter, five bucks. Fish #1: Deal! Mr. Krabs: Ah, the sweet smell of an all-day sucker.

They taste even better. Hi, Mr. Krabs.

Patrick: Whatcha you doing? Mr. Krabs: I'm having an antique sale. Have a look around.

Hey, Patrick, look at this thing. Pretty cool, huh?

Patrick: That looks like the toilet plunger I threw out yesterday. Mr. Krabs: That ain't no toilet plunger! This here's an antique! It's, um... uh... ...a 17th-century soup ladle, see? Patrick: Man, was I using mine wrong. How much? Mr. Krabs: Five bucks. Patrick: I only got seven. Mr. Krabs: Deal. Patrick: Patrick Star, you are one smart shopper.

Wow! Look at this neat-o soda drinking hat. Oh! It must've belonged to someone who was number 1. There's only been a handful of number ones in the history of forever.

Mr. Krabs: That's right, SpongeBob, and you're one of 'em.

Really?

Mr. Krabs: This hat says, Hey, I'm number 1, and I let gravity do my drinking. This hat was made for you, boy. You were born to wear this hat.

Ee-hee, ooh...!

Mr. Krabs: A perfect fit, eh, son?

Oh, thank you, Mr. Krabs. Thank you for bringing us together! How can I ever repay you?

Mr. Krabs: With 10 dollars.

All I have is 5.

Mr. Krabs: Well, I guess it's no deal.

I'll be right back. Mr. Krabs, I found 68 cents. But maybe you can take the other $4.32 out of my paycheck! What do you say?

Mr. Krabs: Well-- I don't know... uh, okay! But only because you look so dashing in that hat.

Thanks, Mr. Krabs.

Mr. Krabs: Don't mention it, boys. What a couple of rubes. Fish #2: Excuse me, sir, but are you the purveyor of this curio stand? Mr. Krabs: Yes, I am. Fish #2: I understand you're selling this rare novelty drink hat. Mr. Krabs: Fresh out. Fish #2: Let me explain. I'm prepared to give you $500 for that drink hat. Mr. Krabs: Fi-fi-fi-fi-fi-... Fish #3: Not so fast. I'll give you $1000 for such a hat. Nat: I'll give you $100,000, in cash, for said hat. Fred: Sir? I'll give you a million dollars for that hat! Mr. Krabs: SpongeBob! There he is with me million dollar hat. I gotta get it back before he finds out how much it's worth.

Ah! My bubble production has increased two-fold, thanks to you, Hatty.

Mr. Krabs: SpongeBob!

Hey, Mr. K. How's the antique biz treating you?

Mr. Krabs: Oh, never mind that. Listen, I didn't want to say this in front of Patrick, but that hat makes you look like a girl.

Am I a pretty girl?

Mr. Krabs: Oh, well, um... you're... you're beautiful. Uh... heh-heh. All right, now give me the hat back.

But, Mr. Krabs, you said it yourself... I was born to wear this hat. I don't want to give it back. I can't get rid of this hat now. Not after all that we've been through. Thanks, Mr. Krabs, I'll call you Hatty. And that's when you showed up.

Mr. Krabs: Aw, forget it! And you're not beautiful, either.

I'm not?

Mr. Krabs: SpongeBob! Just the man I wanted to see. Still playing with that dumb old hat, eh?

Yep.

Mr. Krabs: Not sick of that boring old hat, yet?

Nope.

Mr. Krabs: Not even a little tired of that old piece of junk?

Uh-uh.

Mr. Krabs: Not even a teensy-tiny bit?

Nope.

Mr. Krabs: Well, then I guess you don't want to see what's in my bag.

What is it?

Mr. Krabs: Novelty hats. How about this air-condition one?

Seems a little dangerous.

Mr. Krabs: The juicer.

Ooh...

Mr. Krabs: Foxy Grandpa? So, what do you say? Your silly hat for all these hats?

No deal, Mr. Krabs. I'm sticking with Hatty. Thanks for the offer, though.

Mr. Krabs: I thought the Foxy Grandpa would get him for sure. I didn't want to have to do this, but he leaves me no other option. I'm gonna have to scare it off of him. Heh-heh-heh! This'll scare 'im.

Oh, my gosh! A floating shopping list!

Mr. Krabs: Now, listen, SpongeBob.

How do you know my name?! Who are you?!

Mr. Krabs: I am the ghost of soda drink hats. I'm here to tell you that that soda drinking hat you possess is cursed.

Cursed?

Mr. Krabs: Yes. It once belonged to some guy who's dead now.

What guy?

Mr. Krabs: Uh... Smitty something.

Smitty what?

Mr. Krabs: Uh... Smitty Werben... Jaegerman... Jensen.

He must've been number one.

Mr. Krabs: Number one in Boogeyland! Now, listen, a curse will descend on you unless you return that hat to its owner immediately.

Immediately?

Mr. Krabs: Immediately...

To its owner?

Mr. Krabs: Yes...

Right now?

Mr. Krabs: Yes, yes! It must be returned to its owner, right now.

Hey, Mr. Krabs.

Mr. Krabs: Ahh! SpongeBob! What are you doing here?

I was just returning the cursed soda-drink hat to its original owner: Smitty Werben Jaegerman Jensen.

Mr. Krabs: What?! There is no Smitty Werben Jaegerman Jensen!

Sure there is. He's buried out in Floater's Cemetery.

Mr. Krabs: How did? I just... You did... I would... Gimme that shovel.

It was his hat, Mr. Krabs. He was number 1!

Mr. Krabs: Huh? Ahh! Hold yourself together, Krabs. It's just a boneyard... filled with bones. Ah! What's that? It's Squidward. What's he doing here? Here lies Squidward's hopes and dreams. What a baby. Where was I? Oh yeah. Gotta find Smitty Whatsajipster. Nope. Nope. No. No. No. Uh-uh. No. No. Uh-uh. No. Not there. I've checked every headstone in this cemetery and there's no Smitty Wabbablabba buried here. Think, Krabs. Maybe something SpongeBob said will give you some type of clue.

Remember, licking doorknobs is illegal on other planets.

Mr. Krabs: No, not that!

You'll never guess what I found in my sock last night! Go ahead, guess!

Mr. Krabs: No, no, no, no, no!

It was his hat, Mr. Krabs. He was number on-

Mr. Krabs: Ah!! Barnacles! I'll never find-- The grave! Am I really going to defile this grave for money? Of course I am! Jackpot! Ooh. It's beautiful. Come to papa. Hey, come on, Smitty, let go! Rest in pieces, Smitty. I got the million dollar hat. Smitty: Hey, man, that's my hat. Give it back. Mr. Krabs: What? No way. Just crawl back into your hole, bone boy. Go ahead, play dead. Smitty: I guess I'm gonna have to take it from you. Mr. Krabs: Yeah, right. You and what army? Smitty: Only the army of the living dead. Mr. Krabs: Oh, no. I've seen this on the late show. You ghoulish fiends hold me down and take turns nibbling on my innards. Then you eat my brain and leave my body for the buzzards. Smitty: That's disgusting! We just want the hat back. Mr. Krabs: No flipping way! Back off! Back off, I say. Smitty: Attack. Mr. Krabs: Tallyho! Look at me, I'm Errol Fin! You're falling apart, marrow brain. You must be kidding. Back to oblivion. Oh, ho. How's your sister? All right, boneheads, playtime's over. Yee-hoo, ha-ha! Wa-ha! A million dollars. I've got a million dollars! Oh, there you are. Well, I got it. The rare novelty soda drinking hat. Let's start the bidding at one million dollars. Fred: Yeah, you want that all at once? Fish #3: One million dollars. You gotta be kidding! Nat: Hey! The poor sap's not kidding. Didn't you hear? They found a whole warehouse full of them. They're worthless.

Let's give Mr. Krabs a big hand.

Nat: Now that's worth a million dollars. Hey, kid, wait up! Fish #2: I saw him first! Fish #3: I'll give you one billion dollars! Mr. Krabs: Well, that's a spirit breaker. Squidward: What a baby. Patrick: SpongeBob! SpongeBob! SpongeBob! You forgot to tell me you're leaving!

Well, Patrick, I guess... I did.

Patrick: I'm going to miss you, buddy!

Me too, Patrick, me too! Oh, Patrick, if I had only known how hard not saying goodbye could be...

Patrick: Well, see you later, bud.

Patrick, that's it! You can come with me to summer camp! Then I'd never have to say goodbye!

Patrick: Summer camp? But I'm not even ready yet!

How about now?

Patrick: Yep!

...this stuff is just my carry-on, quarter. The rest of my things are right over there.

Patrick: Weee! Haha!

Oh, and quarter, thanks! Boy, that looked like a boring boat to be on, huh, guys? Guys?

Warden: Welcome to Inferno Island! What in the seven seas just insulted my ear drum!? Could that had been an unrequested sound-off? Well, it must had been my imagination! And you can all thank your lucky stars that I have a very active imagination! Because it so happens that it is my sworn duty to think of fun things to do with the trash that society has thrown away!

I had always preferred to recycle.

Warden: Holy fishpaste! We got ourselves a couple of rabble rousers. What's your name, son?

SpongeBob SquarePants!

Warden: And are you a rabble rouser?

Funny you should ask... once I had...

Warden: Well, I hope you aren't, because you sure look mighty tasty. It isn't too soon after breakfast for me to want to chew somebody's head off! Patrick: Actually, I am a little hungry. Warden: Hungry?! Barney, fetch these two poor hungry souls a snack. On the double! Prisoner #1: Ohh. These guys are tough! Patrick: The food coma is setting in.

Yeah. I could use a nap.

Warden: Did you just say nap?! Well, I know the perfect place for you two to go digest that meal. A couple days in the hole never hurt anybody.

This camp is very upscale!

Patrick: I had no idea that they had a hot tub! Narrator: Three days later... Warden: Alright! Let them out! Now pay attention, worms. Watch the way they crawl out on their bellies, begging for mercy, and see what's waiting for you, next time you fell up to same way these two did!

It was quite an enjoyable soap, but it wasn't until this guy got thirsty and decided to drink the bath water!

Patrick: Not bad! Except for this aftertaste. Warden: Cut your traps, all of you, because of that little outburst, I am going to treat you all to an activity so heart-wrenchingly boring, it physically exhausting, that it is guaranteed to render your souls broken beyond repair! SpongeBob & Patrick: Yay!

This is a pretty fun camp game, huh Patrick?

Patrick: Yeah!

It's made it even more fun and challenging by the fact that we're wearing these heavy ankle weights.

'Warden: Good night, ladies! Patrick: What's wrong, SpongeBob?

The other campers just aren't having as much fun as you and me.

Patrick: If only we could think of some sort group activity that we can all do together, then we would all be having the same amount of fun as each other. Good night!

That's it! We'll show him we can be self-starters!

Warden: Rise and shine! Now, which one of you vile, low-down, vile miserable wretched swine left this pathetic, worthless, horror and meaningless...

Uh... abomination?

Warden: Who said that?

Me, sir!

Warden: What is the meaning of this thing?

It's a play, for our amusement, and inspiration!

Warden: Good. Well then, I'll watch your play, and I will enjoy every act of your pathetic, meaningless, ridiculous, production. You know why? Guard: Uhh...because you cherish the fine art of thespianism? Warden: No! Because this will be the last act you will ever perform in your pathetic lives! So, get to it! And I'd better be truly entertained!

Cool!

Prisoner #2: Kid's wasting his time.

All done!

Prisoner #2: You thinking what I'm thinking? Prisoner #3: Hmmmmm... Prisoner #2: It's a boat, you simpleton! What do boats do? Prisoner #3: Umm... make smoke? Prisoner #2: No! You knucklehead! They float, away from this island, with all of us on board! Now, here's the plan: Hey, buddy! Need some help?

Really?

Prisoner #2: Sure... Narrator: Opening Night.

Aye, for Jib's men, what forces blow the merry winds of Galilee?

Prisoner #4: Get ready! Prisoner #5: Umm... Oh! Prisoner #4: ♪'Tis we...♪ Prisoners: ♪...here to sing the song of merry time for all of day. Together!♪ ♪Together!♪ SpongeBob & Prisoners: ♪Together!♪ ♪Together!♪ Prisoners: ♪Together!♪ SpongeBob, Patrick & Prisoners: ♪Together! Together! To-geth-er.♪ Prisoner #2: ♪Like a boat, upon the sea!♪ Prisoners: ♪Together! In happy camaraderie! Together! That's the way, it's ought to be! Together! Just you, and you, and you--♪

♪--and you--♪

SpongeBob, Patrick & Prisoners: ♪--and me! Together! Togeeeetttthhhher! Together!♪ Warden: I-I-I had never seen anything so beautiful... Prisoner #2: Okay, let's do it!

Uh... Hey, guys! What are you doing?

Prisoner #2: We're breaking out of here, yeah, that's what! Escaping! Oh, uh, thanks for the convincing stage craft! Warden: Encore! Encore! Encore! Do it again! What the?! Prisoner #2: Turn the ship around! Prisoners: Help! Somebody save our lives! We can't swim! Warden: I'm stuffed. I can't even begin to imagine a punishment appropriate for what has happened here tonight! Words cannot attempt to describe the disgusting, vile, th-th-the complete disregard for the story tradition of musical theater. So, starting this very moment, every one of you brontosauruses will be sentenced to... Camp Counselor: Ahoy! Hello? Yoo-who? Warden: What in the name of... For Neptune's sake, man, speak the King's English! Camp Counselor: I'm... I'm Camp Counselor Kraus from Sun Fun Island! Warden: Your who-what? Camp Counselor: Well, I was doing roll call and discovered one of my Sun-funners was missing! I came to take him back with me. A... SpongeBob, eh, SquarePants? Warden: Enough! So tell me, Counselor, just what do they do on your Sunny Funny Island? Camp Counselor: Well, we, uh, make macaroni art... Warden: Egad. Camp Counselor: And we sing campfire songs! Warden: Ahck! Camp Counselor: Oh, and we help and support each other. Warden: STOP! These heinous activities sound like torture too severe for even the lowest, filthiest, undeserving... Wait a minute! I have a brilliant idea! Camp Counselor: Oh, that is very good, Bruiser! SpongeBob and Patrick: Patrick? / SpongeBob?

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