rqchao/spongebob · Datasets at Hugging Face

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Patrick: But look at all the stars you have. I'll never be that good.	Oh, now, Patrick. I'm just like everyone else, no matter how many stars I have. Ahem! 74.
Patrick: Who said that? Was it him?	I doubt it. That's Roger, our class science project.
Patrick: What does he teach us?	The greatest lesson of all: the precious value of life. You see, Patrick, Roger's shell represents the fragile line between life and death when behind the wheel of a boat. This light bulb represents knowledge. And without its energy and warmth, within minutes... Roger would die.
Patrick: LIFE! DEATH! LIFE! DEATH! LIFE! DEATH! LIFE! DEATH! LIFE! DEATH!	Patrick!
Patrick: Sorry...	The best part about being early is you get to sit close to the teacher. Think you can handle the second chair?
Patrick: I'm learning!	This is gonna be great!
Mrs. Puff: Hello, class, my name is Mrs. Puff. And the only reason I say that I see we have a new student. Young man, why don't you stand up and introduce yourself? Patrick: Who's the fat kid talking to?	You, Patrick, she's the teacher.
Patrick: Oh. Mrs. Puff: Come on now, tell the class your name. Don't be nervous. Patrick: Uhh...guhhhh... Mrs. Puff: We just want to know your name. Patrick: Gyuhhh...uhhh...guhhhh...24. Class: HAHAHAHAHAHA! Mrs. Puff: Oh, great, another genius... Patrick: Why are they laughing?	I guess it's just in the timing.
Patrick: Oh. Mrs. Puff: Today's first lesson will be on turning. Patrick: 24.	Hey, Patrick.
Patrick: What?	I thought of something funnier than 24.
Patrick: Let me hear it.	...25.
Mrs. Puff: That's enough! Young man, this is your first day, so I'll let you off with a warning. As for you, SpongeBob, I expect more from a good noodle. Pay attention.	Yes, Mrs. Puff.
Mrs. Puff: Now then, Turning; what every driver should know. When you are turning, it is important to signal at least...	Big Fat Meanie!?! Patrick, you can't do that! She's the teacher!
Mrs. Puff: What about the teacher? AS IF I REALLY LOOK LIKE THIS! SpongeBob, I believe you know the punishment for two classroom disruptions.	No...
Mrs. Puff: I'm sorry, SpongeBob, but if one wishes to be a good noodle, one must behave like a good noodle.	I'm a good noodle! I'm a good noodle!!
Mrs. Puff: You'll get this star back when you earn it.	NOOOO! No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no!
Patrick: Mrs. Puff, is it naptime? Mrs. Puff: SpongeBob, I've had enough of your nonsense. Now collect your things and move to the available desk in the back of the room!	What, me? But why?
Mrs. Puff: Because the Big Fat Meanie said so. Now go!	Thanks a lot, Patrick.
Patrick: Sure thing, buddy.	Well, I guess I can be a Good Noodle from back here. It's so hard to hear. What kind of student sits back here anyway? 'Skool is 4 Chumps'? Where am I?
Patrick: Psst, SpongeBob?	Just ignore him, SpongeBob.
Patrick: SpongeBob, over here.	Whatever you do, don't look at him.
Patrick: Psst, SpongeBob. Psst, SpongeBob. SpongeBo-ob! SpongeBob? Psst, over heeeere... I'm trying to tell you something. Something important.	What?!?!
Patrick: Hi.	HIIIIIIIIIIIIII?!?!?!
Mrs. Puff: Perhaps this would be a good time for recess. Patrick: Hey, buddy. Funny stuff in there, funny stuff.	There is nothing funny about what you did in there, Patrick! You got me in trouble! You got me moved to the back of the room! You cost me one of my Good Noodle Stars!
Patrick: Who cares about a stupid star?	Gee, Patrick, it seems like you would care a lot about stupid stars, CONSIDERING YOU ARE ONE!
Patrick: I'll deal with you after class!	It is after class!
Patrick: I don't see anyone fighting, do you?	They're talking about us! We're fighting!
Patrick: Well, don't mind if I do! Student: This is embarrassing. Mrs. Puff: What's going on here?! Well? Patrick: SpongeBob and I were fighting. Mrs. Puff: Fighting? Well, I can't believe I'm saying this, but, SpongeBob SquarePants, I hereby sentence you and your friend to detention!	Detention!?
Mrs. Puff: May Neptune have mercy on your soul.	In one day, I've gone from Good Noodle to Bad Egg. It's all Stupid Patrick's fault. I hate you, Patrick.
Patrick: I hate you more.	I'd hate you no matter what.
Patrick: Yeah, well, I'd hate you even if I didn't hate you.	I'd hate you even if that made sense.
Patrick: I'd hate you even if you were me. That's how much I hate you.	I'd hate you, even if, uhh... Um, I'd hate you... even if the light bulb keeping Roger alive went out. Huh?
Patrick: Ohh... Hmph. Patrick: Ohhhhh...!	Mmmm... I'm sorry I called you a stupid star!
Patrick: I'm sorry I got you in trouble and got you moved to the back of the class and got your Good Noodle Star removed and shot the spitballs--	I'm sorry, your apology is so long!
Patrick: Me too! Let's save Roger!	I'll keep him warm and you get a light bulb from the supply closet!
Patrick: Ahh! LIGHT BULB! But why does it have to be so far away? I'm coming, SpongeBob!	Oh, where's Patrick? Aw, forget it. I've got to go find Roger some warmth. The light bulb! Without its warmth, Roger will die!
Patrick: Roger! Without him, the light bulb will have nothing to warm!	We did it, Patrick! We saved Roger's life!
Mrs. Puff: Good job boys! I saw the whole thing from behind my one-way chalkboard, and I couldn't be happier with your teamwork. I've decided to give you each one gold star. Although I'm not sure what saving an egg has to do with Boating School. Patrick: Boating School? I thought this was Spanish class. See ya, SpongeBob. See ya, Big, Fat Meanie. Roger: Hey! What'd I miss? Squidina: Hey, you've sampled every flavor we have. Will you please just pick one?! Patrick: Mm-mmm! Not so fast. I would now like to sample combinations of flavors, and I would like to use my spoon! Squidina: Security. We have a sample mooch at the counter. Octavius Rex's coworker: Wow. I can't believe Goofy Goobers employees get to eat all the ice cream they want on this job. Patrick: Hmm? Octavius Rex: Yeah, but the rule is only on the first break. And for lunch, and on the second break, and for dinner. Octavius Rex's coworker: Wow! Ice cream all day! Octavius Rex: Ice cream all day. All day. All day. All day. Patrick: Ice cream all day? I'm getting a job at Goofy Goober! Video announcer: Goofy Goober's and you. Training announcer: Hello, and welcome! As a new Goofy Goober employee, we'd like you to know that we appreciate you. The story of our ice cream begins with our founder, Reginald Goober. Who for some unexplained reason was nicknamed Goofy. In 1842, he headed West in a covered ice cream wagon. In the days before cones and refrigeration, he served warm ice cream on rocks and sticks. From those humble beginnings, Goofy Goober has grown into a multibillion dollar business that you, our newest employee, now have the privilege to work for. We only ask that you, one, practice good hygiene, two, maintain good work habits, and three, believe in extraterrestrials. Reginald Goober: Peace, hugs, and ice cream! Video announcer: The end. Goofy Goober manager: Hello, Goofy newbie. Patrick: Can I have my ice cream now? Goofy Goober manager: Not until your first break. I'm your manager and I want you to know that I appreciate you. Now let's get you started. You will be washing dishes today. What do you think of that? Patrick: Oh, I had a thought once. Goofy Goober manager: Ooh, you sure put the Goofy in Goober! I'll check on you in a few minutes. Goofy Goober manager: Exceptional! Show me how you cleaned all these dishes so fast. Patrick: Okay! Goofy Goober manager: Never tell anyone you did that. Patrick: Is it time for my first break? Goofy Goober manager: Not yet. Patrick: Aww! Goofy Goober manager: This should be easy. Just unload the boxes of ice cream from the truck, and stack them in the freezer. Okay, repeat it back to me. Patrick: When the bell rings, I peel a banana and run like the devil. Goofy Goober manager: Uh. Eh, close enough. Goofy Goober manager: Ooh, good, good! The truck is empty. That's hot! Patrick: Nothing's biting today. Goofy Goober manager: Newbie, why would you turn the heat on in the freezer? Patrick: Oh, it was freezing in there, and the fire I built wasn't doing it. Goofy Goober manager: What?! Goofy Goober manager: Now, this should be easy for you. You just walk around as Goofy the Goober and wave to the kids. But a warning—Sometimes the kids get a little over-affectionate. Little girl #1: I love you, Goofy Goober! Goofy Goober manager: So cute. Good luck! Little boy: I want you to be my daddy! Little girl #2: I want to crack this nut! Patrick: Sorry. Patrick: Oh. Unattended ice cream. Mustn't let it go to waste. Goofy Goober manager: I think you better go home and clean up. Patrick: But I haven't had my first ice cream break! Goofy Goober manager: I'll give you another chance tomorrow. If it doesn't work out, I'm afraid you're fired... in a most appreciative way. Patrick: Oh, sorry, mister. I thought this was my rock.	Patrick, this is your rock. I was waiting for you. How was your first day at work?
Patrick: Oh, I can't do anything right. I'll probably get fired tomorrow.	Oh, you poor little sea star. Tell you what, buddy—Tomorrow, I'll come with you to work and help out.
Patrick: Oh, thanks, kind stranger! Patrick: Okay, tell me for the gajillionth time, how is this gonna work?	I'll show you. If you put arm arms behind you, I can be your hands.
Patrick: Ooh, so when I scoop ice cream—	I'll do the scoopin'.
Patrick: And when I give change—	I'll do the countin'.
Patrick: And when my butt itches—	Yeah, I'm not doing that.
Goofy Goober manager: Okay, ready for your second, and last chance? Let me show you how to make— Patrick: Ice cream sandwiches? I think I got this. Patrick: Time for my first break? Goofy Goober manager: Oh, no, no, no. Not yet, not yet. But I think you're ready for the big time. All right, kid. Relax, don't choke, and try to have fun. Patrick: Easy, queasy, lemon squeezy.	Ta-da!
Patrick: Work is hard work.	Hello, folks! I'm Edible Edie! Start with my head!
Goofy Goober manager: Great job, newbie. Now you can take your first break. Patrick: My break? I can eat ice cream now? Goofy Goober manager: All you can handle. Patrick: Thanks for your help, buddy. Now, let's dig in.	Oh, I'd love to. But if I don't hurry, I'll be late for my job. Sure you can handle that ice cream all... by yourself? Silly question. Good luck, my employed pal.
Patrick: Oh! Only two more minutes for my break! And two more minutes for ice cream! Kids: Chug, chug, chug, chug! Patrick: Brain freeze! French narrator: (Robotic speak) Five billion years later... Patrick: I think that went well! Goofy Goober manager: You are fired! Patrick: That's okay! I'm lactose intolerant anyways. A little— Peace, hugs, and ice cream! Squidward: I am a culinary genius, no? Here you are, sir. Ze specialty of mah house. Roast salad à la Squidward. Sacré bleu! I must apologize, monsieur! I have forgotten the parsley for the garnish. Stay warm, my little Squidy. Le oww! Typical, I always forget something. Squidward: Ugh! Squidward: A sea bunny? Squidward: Ow! Squidward: That voracious vermin is ruining my French chef fantasy. Why—ah! Squidward: Grr! Oh—oh, no, no, no, no! I have a ticklish core! Squidward: Oh. Squidward: My roast à la Squidward! Squidward: What the— Squidward: Oof! Squidward: I declare war on bunnies! Squidward: I am going to bury that bunny! Patrick: Wow. That's the ugliest eggplant I've ever seen! I don't think Squidward would mind if I took a little taste. Ooh, come here. Squidward: Ha, he's gonna fall right into my trap. Squidward: Hello, Animal Control? I've got a sea bunny cornered in my garden and need assistance! Squidward: Did you have to catch him that easily?	I demand the release of this poor woodland creature. He's got rights too, you know.
Squidward: This is none of your business, SpongeBob, go away! Animal Control Officer: You want him? You can keep him. Save me a trip to the incinerator.	Hooray!
Squidward: I'm warning you, SpongeBob. Keep that filthy animal away from my—	Vegetables! That's what you like, isn't it, bunny? We'll see what we got in the fridge. Whoops, I'm out of veggies. But I got something even better. Gary's food! Yay! Does bunny wunny like his dinny winny? All right, Gary's food is out. Got it. I'll get you veggies. I'll be right back. Bunny wunny! I've got a surprise for you— I'm gonna have to chew-proof this whole house fast! Hot sauce ought to do the trick. Huh? No, no, no, no! My comic books! I gotta get rid of all that hot sauce. Oh, oh, oh, oh! Here we are! Water supply—check. Trampoline for hopping—check. Buckteeth sharpener—check. And an adding machine for multiplying. Triple check-aroonie! Now the bunny will be more than happy to stay in his cage. Huh? Doesn't like cage... Check. No, no, bunny, don't go in there! You'll get lost! I need my jellyfishing net. Where did I put that thing? Probably dropped it in here somewhere. Nyah, nyah—ah, got it!
Patrick: Hello!	Patrick, did you fall between the cushions again?
Patrick: No, SpongeBob, I fell between the cushions. But I have a solution to your bunny problem. I love the hunt!	No, no! No, don't! Please don't! That's my— All right, Patrick, that's enough hunting. You can come out now.
Patrick: I can't see where I'm going. How do I get out of here? SpongeBob, where are I?	Stay where you are, Patrick! I've got an idea. To the pet shop! Thank you! Patrick! I bought a second bunny to lure the first bunny out of hiding.
Patrick: Hooray!	Hold still, Patrick, I see you.
Patrick: Thanks, buddy. Aww, bunnies!	One, two... Three?
Patrick: More bunnies!	Yay! Uh-oh. Patrick, the hunt is on! Hey! Come back, bunny wunnies!
Squidward: This is the last carrot. C'est la vie. One more step, and I will spit you on a roast! I mean, roast you on a spit! Oh, oh, what's happening?	Don't worry, Squidward.
Patrick: Yeah. We're here to help! Squidward: They're growing! Squidward: Hello, Animal Control? Save me!! Squidward: Get out of my house! Gah! That'll get them out.	Sorry about your house, Squidward.
Patrick: Yeah. We just heard. Squidward: I'm a bunny now! I'm a bunny now! I'm a bunny now! Animal Control Officer: Okay, Mr. Tentacles, easy does it. Squidward: I'm a bunny now! I'm a bunny now! Sandy: Huh? Sandy: It's here! Yee-haw! My newest science book has arrived! I wonder what new and fantastic area of science will be revealed to me this month! Oh, hey! It's those fancy bloomers I ordered too! This day just keeps getting better! Ahh! Behavorial psychology is the study of people and their habits. I studied underwater chemistry, geology, and astronomy, but I never studied underwater people! Sandy: Sandy Cheeks. Day one of behavioral study of subjects in Bikini Bottom. Initiating observations, now! Charlie: My mom says she wouldn't even try it. No matter how much I saw the lagoons. Amanda's mother: My daughter Amanda is exactly the same. It's always an argument, but I've tried to... Sandy: Older lumpy looking female subject. Obviously, a mother. Hates daughter. Amanda's mother: Excuse me? Sandy: Subject asked to be excused, but I am unable to observe what she wishes to be excused from. Fred: Hey! Creepy squirrel! What's with all the eavesdropping? Charlie: Take a hike, mammal! Sandy: Emotional state seems to be rising in anger. Eyebrows are now considerably furrowed. Sandy: I gotta find new subjects. Sandy: Who won't mind being observed. Sandy: Eureka! Prospector: Hey, that's my line! Sandy: Hey, fellas! How'd you like to be part of my cool experiment? Patrick: Ooh! I could use a mint! (Rubs his tummy) Mmm! Sandy: No, Patrick. It's an experiment in behavioral psychology. Patrick: That doesn't sound tasty.	What do we have to do?
Sandy: It's easy. I observe you while you two act normal.	Act normal?
Sandy: Yeah. Just do what you naturally do. Be natural. Starting... now!	Uh, natural greeting to you, friend.
Patrick: Natural greeting returned.	Would you like to have some natural fun?
Patrick: Oh, yes. Please.	Naturally.
Sandy: Aww. Alright. Experiment's done.	Ooh! Ooh! Ooh! Ooh! Ooh! Ooh! Ooh! Ooh! What are the results?
Patrick: Hey, did we do good?	Oh, can I have an A plus?
Patrick: Oh! Oh! Yeah! I want an A plus too! Patrick: Pretty please? Pretty please? Pretty please?	Pretty please with sugar on top?
Sandy: Yes, yes. You both get an A plus.	Whoo!
Patrick: I knew it! Sandy: Subjects acting natural. Resume observation.	We got an A plus!
SpongeBob and Patrick: A plus! A plus! A plus! Sandy: Oh, forget it. Sandy: When a subject is aware of being observed, it can affect his or her actions and create inaccurate data. Hmm... Sandy: Double eureka! Two Prospectors: That's our line! Sandy: Hey! Are you guys up for another experiment?	Oh boy! Am I ever! Can you hook us up to electrodes? Or, or expose us to gamma rays?
Patrick: Yeah? Sandy: It's a guaranteed A plus. Patrick: Oh! It's like a dream! Sandy: Okay. First thing. Go to the beach and fill one bucket with white sand and one bucket with black sand. Can you do that?	Easy sneezy!
Sandy: Ew. Patrick: Hey, yeah. Whatever he said. Sandy: Then off you go. Sandy: Time to get to work. Gary: Meow.	Sandy! We're back!
Sandy: Good job, fellers! Patrick: We're an awesome team!	We sure are, buddy!
Sandy: Okay, team. For this experiment, I need you to count the grains of sand in each bucket. Then tell me if there are more black grains or more white grains. Or is it the same amount? Alright then. I have to run some errands, but I'll be back later.	Aye-aye, Captain Sandy.
Sandy: Oh, and, Patrick, you're in charge. Sandy: All systems check.	Well, let's get counting. Should we both count white sand and move onto the black sand or do you want to have your own bucket?
Patrick: I'm in charge. I'm in charge. I'm in charge.	So what's it gonna be, boss?
Patrick: Uh, the first one?	You're in charge.
Patrick: I'm in charge.	One. Ahem.
Patrick: I'm in charge. Patrick: Two.	Three.
Patrick: I'm in charge. I'm in charge. I'm in charge.	Forty-seven. Forty-seven?
Patrick: Uh. Huh? What?	Huh. Lost you there for a bit. We were at forty-seven.
Patrick: I don't know if I wanna do it this way.	Okay, boss man. How do you wanna do it?
Patrick: Uh...	How about you count the white and I count the black sand?
Patrick: Yeah! Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, that's it. Patrick: Forty-eight, forty-... nine, Oh! Oh, fifty!	One, two, three, four, five. six,...
Both: Seven, eight, nine, ten. Sandy: Time to initiate the first variable. One big bowl. One small bowl. Exactly eight ounces per bowl. Free ice cream! Free ice cream! One day only! Get your free ice cream! Patrick: Oh boy! Let's go!	You're the boss!
Sandy: Free ice cream! Squidward: Oh my sea stars! Free ice cream! Sandy: Hey, boys! How'd ya like a nice free bowl of tootsie frootsie ice cream? Sandy: Okey-dokey! Squidward: One free ice cream, please? Sandy: All sold out. Maybe I'll get some later. Patrick: Um. Uh. Your.. your bowl is bigger!	Do you wanna trade?
Patrick: Yeah. Patrick: You got more ice cream!	Patrick, I think your ice cream only looks smaller, but the bowl is big.
Patrick: Well, I wanna trade back! Patrick: There's only one fair thing to do.	What's that? Patrick, you call that fair?
Patrick: I'm in charge!	Uh... Oh. Yeah.
Sandy: Time for variable two. More free ice cream here! Now, with same sized cones! Squidward: Huh? I just got my slippers on! Sandy: Here ya go! Patrick: I'll take those my good man.	But, Patrick, I...
Patrick: I'm in charge. Squidward: One cone, please? Sandy: All gone! Squidward: For the love of Pete!	Can I have my cone now? Can I have my cone now? Can I have my cone now? Can I have my cone now?
Patrick: Hmmm... Rub my feet first!	Oh, come on!
Patrick: Who's in charge?	Alright, I'll rub your feet. Hey! My ice cream is melted all over your hand!
Patrick: Oh... I'll fix that.	Patrick, you are making very poor choices!
Patrick: Don't you back-sass me! I'm in charge and you have to do what I say! Now count that bucket of white sand.	Alright, I will! One-million eight hundred ninety-three thousand six hundred and one, one-million eight hundred ninety-three thousand six hundred and two, one-million eight hundred ninety-three thousand six hundred and three. Done! Now to count the black sand.
Patrick: Oh, that's a pity. Patrick: Looks like you'll have to start over.	Aaaah! Enjoying that ice cream, Patrick?
Patrick: Yes, I am.	Would you like sprinkles on it?
Patrick: Hey! Sandy: Jeepers! I didn't see that comin'! Patrick: You're not leaving until I say so! Sandy: Sandy to Gary! Sandy to Gary! How serious is the situation? Gary: Meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow! Sandy: Oh, I didn't think this all the way through! I've gotta shut this down! Squidward: Ah-ha! Squidward: I want my free... Sandy: Open the door! The experiment is over! Open the door! Patrick: You heard Sandy! Open the door!	You open it!
Patrick: No, you open it!	No, you open it!
Patrick: Mr. Pavlovi, tell SpongeBob to open the door! Sandy: It's me! Sandy! Sandy: The experiment is over!	But we didn't even finish counting the sand!
Sandy: I didn't care about the sand! I just wanted to observe you acting naturally. So I hid microphones and cameras around your house... SpongeBob and Patrick: Cameras?	Et tu, Gary?
Gary: Meow. Patrick: I was a monster! I deserve a Z minus!	Aww, Patrick. Don't be so hard on yourself. It was the experiment's fault that you were such a jerk.

Patrick: But look at all the stars you have. I'll never be that good.

Oh, now, Patrick. I'm just like everyone else, no matter how many stars I have. Ahem! 74.

Patrick: Who said that? Was it him?

I doubt it. That's Roger, our class science project.

Patrick: What does he teach us?

The greatest lesson of all: the precious value of life. You see, Patrick, Roger's shell represents the fragile line between life and death when behind the wheel of a boat. This light bulb represents knowledge. And without its energy and warmth, within minutes... Roger would die.

Patrick: LIFE! DEATH! LIFE! DEATH! LIFE! DEATH! LIFE! DEATH! LIFE! DEATH!

Patrick!

Patrick: Sorry...

The best part about being early is you get to sit close to the teacher. Think you can handle the second chair?

Patrick: I'm learning!

This is gonna be great!

Mrs. Puff: Hello, class, my name is Mrs. Puff. And the only reason I say that I see we have a new student. Young man, why don't you stand up and introduce yourself? Patrick: Who's the fat kid talking to?

You, Patrick, she's the teacher.

Patrick: Oh. Mrs. Puff: Come on now, tell the class your name. Don't be nervous. Patrick: Uhh...guhhhh... Mrs. Puff: We just want to know your name. Patrick: Gyuhhh...uhhh...guhhhh...24. Class: HAHAHAHAHAHA! Mrs. Puff: Oh, great, another genius... Patrick: Why are they laughing?

I guess it's just in the timing.

Patrick: Oh. Mrs. Puff: Today's first lesson will be on turning. Patrick: 24.

Hey, Patrick.

Patrick: What?

I thought of something funnier than 24.

Patrick: Let me hear it.

...25.

Mrs. Puff: That's enough! Young man, this is your first day, so I'll let you off with a warning. As for you, SpongeBob, I expect more from a good noodle. Pay attention.

Yes, Mrs. Puff.

Mrs. Puff: Now then, Turning; what every driver should know. When you are turning, it is important to signal at least...

Big Fat Meanie!?! Patrick, you can't do that! She's the teacher!

Mrs. Puff: What about the teacher? AS IF I REALLY LOOK LIKE THIS! SpongeBob, I believe you know the punishment for two classroom disruptions.

No...

Mrs. Puff: I'm sorry, SpongeBob, but if one wishes to be a good noodle, one must behave like a good noodle.

I'm a good noodle! I'm a good noodle!!

Mrs. Puff: You'll get this star back when you earn it.

NOOOO! No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no!

Patrick: Mrs. Puff, is it naptime? Mrs. Puff: SpongeBob, I've had enough of your nonsense. Now collect your things and move to the available desk in the back of the room!

What, me? But why?

Mrs. Puff: Because the Big Fat Meanie said so. Now go!

Thanks a lot, Patrick.

Patrick: Sure thing, buddy.

Well, I guess I can be a Good Noodle from back here. It's so hard to hear. What kind of student sits back here anyway? 'Skool is 4 Chumps'? Where am I?

Patrick: Psst, SpongeBob?

Just ignore him, SpongeBob.

Patrick: SpongeBob, over here.

Whatever you do, don't look at him.

Patrick: Psst, SpongeBob. Psst, SpongeBob. SpongeBo-ob! SpongeBob? Psst, over heeeere... I'm trying to tell you something. Something important.

What?!?!

Patrick: Hi.

HIIIIIIIIIIIIII?!?!?!

Mrs. Puff: Perhaps this would be a good time for recess. Patrick: Hey, buddy. Funny stuff in there, funny stuff.

There is nothing funny about what you did in there, Patrick! You got me in trouble! You got me moved to the back of the room! You cost me one of my Good Noodle Stars!

Patrick: Who cares about a stupid star?

Gee, Patrick, it seems like you would care a lot about stupid stars, CONSIDERING YOU ARE ONE!

Patrick: I'll deal with you after class!

It is after class!

Patrick: I don't see anyone fighting, do you?

They're talking about us! We're fighting!

Patrick: Well, don't mind if I do! Student: This is embarrassing. Mrs. Puff: What's going on here?! Well? Patrick: SpongeBob and I were fighting. Mrs. Puff: Fighting? Well, I can't believe I'm saying this, but, SpongeBob SquarePants, I hereby sentence you and your friend to detention!

Detention!?

Mrs. Puff: May Neptune have mercy on your soul.

In one day, I've gone from Good Noodle to Bad Egg. It's all Stupid Patrick's fault. I hate you, Patrick.

Patrick: I hate you more.

I'd hate you no matter what.

Patrick: Yeah, well, I'd hate you even if I didn't hate you.

I'd hate you even if that made sense.

Patrick: I'd hate you even if you were me. That's how much I hate you.

I'd hate you, even if, uhh... Um, I'd hate you... even if the light bulb keeping Roger alive went out. Huh?

Patrick: Ohh... Hmph. Patrick: Ohhhhh...!

Mmmm... I'm sorry I called you a stupid star!

Patrick: I'm sorry I got you in trouble and got you moved to the back of the class and got your Good Noodle Star removed and shot the spitballs--

I'm sorry, your apology is so long!

Patrick: Me too! Let's save Roger!

I'll keep him warm and you get a light bulb from the supply closet!

Patrick: Ahh! LIGHT BULB! But why does it have to be so far away? I'm coming, SpongeBob!

Oh, where's Patrick? Aw, forget it. I've got to go find Roger some warmth. The light bulb! Without its warmth, Roger will die!

Patrick: Roger! Without him, the light bulb will have nothing to warm!

We did it, Patrick! We saved Roger's life!

Mrs. Puff: Good job boys! I saw the whole thing from behind my one-way chalkboard, and I couldn't be happier with your teamwork. I've decided to give you each one gold star. Although I'm not sure what saving an egg has to do with Boating School. Patrick: Boating School? I thought this was Spanish class. See ya, SpongeBob. See ya, Big, Fat Meanie. Roger: Hey! What'd I miss? Squidina: Hey, you've sampled every flavor we have. Will you please just pick one?! Patrick: Mm-mmm! Not so fast. I would now like to sample combinations of flavors, and I would like to use my spoon! Squidina: Security. We have a sample mooch at the counter. Octavius Rex's coworker: Wow. I can't believe Goofy Goobers employees get to eat all the ice cream they want on this job. Patrick: Hmm? Octavius Rex: Yeah, but the rule is only on the first break. And for lunch, and on the second break, and for dinner. Octavius Rex's coworker: Wow! Ice cream all day! Octavius Rex: Ice cream all day. All day. All day. All day. Patrick: Ice cream all day? I'm getting a job at Goofy Goober! Video announcer: Goofy Goober's and you. Training announcer: Hello, and welcome! As a new Goofy Goober employee, we'd like you to know that we appreciate you. The story of our ice cream begins with our founder, Reginald Goober. Who for some unexplained reason was nicknamed Goofy. In 1842, he headed West in a covered ice cream wagon. In the days before cones and refrigeration, he served warm ice cream on rocks and sticks. From those humble beginnings, Goofy Goober has grown into a multibillion dollar business that you, our newest employee, now have the privilege to work for. We only ask that you, one, practice good hygiene, two, maintain good work habits, and three, believe in extraterrestrials. Reginald Goober: Peace, hugs, and ice cream! Video announcer: The end. Goofy Goober manager: Hello, Goofy newbie. Patrick: Can I have my ice cream now? Goofy Goober manager: Not until your first break. I'm your manager and I want you to know that I appreciate you. Now let's get you started. You will be washing dishes today. What do you think of that? Patrick: Oh, I had a thought once. Goofy Goober manager: Ooh, you sure put the Goofy in Goober! I'll check on you in a few minutes. Goofy Goober manager: Exceptional! Show me how you cleaned all these dishes so fast. Patrick: Okay! Goofy Goober manager: Never tell anyone you did that. Patrick: Is it time for my first break? Goofy Goober manager: Not yet. Patrick: Aww! Goofy Goober manager: This should be easy. Just unload the boxes of ice cream from the truck, and stack them in the freezer. Okay, repeat it back to me. Patrick: When the bell rings, I peel a banana and run like the devil. Goofy Goober manager: Uh. Eh, close enough. Goofy Goober manager: Ooh, good, good! The truck is empty. That's hot! Patrick: Nothing's biting today. Goofy Goober manager: Newbie, why would you turn the heat on in the freezer? Patrick: Oh, it was freezing in there, and the fire I built wasn't doing it. Goofy Goober manager: What?! Goofy Goober manager: Now, this should be easy for you. You just walk around as Goofy the Goober and wave to the kids. But a warning—Sometimes the kids get a little over-affectionate. Little girl #1: I love you, Goofy Goober! Goofy Goober manager: So cute. Good luck! Little boy: I want you to be my daddy! Little girl #2: I want to crack this nut! Patrick: Sorry. Patrick: Oh. Unattended ice cream. Mustn't let it go to waste. Goofy Goober manager: I think you better go home and clean up. Patrick: But I haven't had my first ice cream break! Goofy Goober manager: I'll give you another chance tomorrow. If it doesn't work out, I'm afraid you're fired... in a most appreciative way. Patrick: Oh, sorry, mister. I thought this was my rock.

Patrick, this is your rock. I was waiting for you. How was your first day at work?

Patrick: Oh, I can't do anything right. I'll probably get fired tomorrow.

Oh, you poor little sea star. Tell you what, buddy—Tomorrow, I'll come with you to work and help out.

Patrick: Oh, thanks, kind stranger! Patrick: Okay, tell me for the gajillionth time, how is this gonna work?

I'll show you. If you put arm arms behind you, I can be your hands.

Patrick: Ooh, so when I scoop ice cream—

I'll do the scoopin'.

Patrick: And when I give change—

I'll do the countin'.

Patrick: And when my butt itches—

Yeah, I'm not doing that.

Goofy Goober manager: Okay, ready for your second, and last chance? Let me show you how to make— Patrick: Ice cream sandwiches? I think I got this. Patrick: Time for my first break? Goofy Goober manager: Oh, no, no, no. Not yet, not yet. But I think you're ready for the big time. All right, kid. Relax, don't choke, and try to have fun. Patrick: Easy, queasy, lemon squeezy.

Ta-da!

Patrick: Work is hard work.

Hello, folks! I'm Edible Edie! Start with my head!

Goofy Goober manager: Great job, newbie. Now you can take your first break. Patrick: My break? I can eat ice cream now? Goofy Goober manager: All you can handle. Patrick: Thanks for your help, buddy. Now, let's dig in.

Oh, I'd love to. But if I don't hurry, I'll be late for my job. Sure you can handle that ice cream all... by yourself? Silly question. Good luck, my employed pal.

Patrick: Oh! Only two more minutes for my break! And two more minutes for ice cream! Kids: Chug, chug, chug, chug! Patrick: Brain freeze! French narrator: (Robotic speak) Five billion years later... Patrick: I think that went well! Goofy Goober manager: You are fired! Patrick: That's okay! I'm lactose intolerant anyways. A little— Peace, hugs, and ice cream! Squidward: I am a culinary genius, no? Here you are, sir. Ze specialty of mah house. Roast salad à la Squidward. Sacré bleu! I must apologize, monsieur! I have forgotten the parsley for the garnish. Stay warm, my little Squidy. Le oww! Typical, I always forget something. Squidward: Ugh! Squidward: A sea bunny? Squidward: Ow! Squidward: That voracious vermin is ruining my French chef fantasy. Why—ah! Squidward: Grr! Oh—oh, no, no, no, no! I have a ticklish core! Squidward: Oh. Squidward: My roast à la Squidward! Squidward: What the— Squidward: Oof! Squidward: I declare war on bunnies! Squidward: I am going to bury that bunny! Patrick: Wow. That's the ugliest eggplant I've ever seen! I don't think Squidward would mind if I took a little taste. Ooh, come here. Squidward: Ha, he's gonna fall right into my trap. Squidward: Hello, Animal Control? I've got a sea bunny cornered in my garden and need assistance! Squidward: Did you have to catch him that easily?

I demand the release of this poor woodland creature. He's got rights too, you know.

Squidward: This is none of your business, SpongeBob, go away! Animal Control Officer: You want him? You can keep him. Save me a trip to the incinerator.

Hooray!

Squidward: I'm warning you, SpongeBob. Keep that filthy animal away from my—

Vegetables! That's what you like, isn't it, bunny? We'll see what we got in the fridge. Whoops, I'm out of veggies. But I got something even better. Gary's food! Yay! Does bunny wunny like his dinny winny? All right, Gary's food is out. Got it. I'll get you veggies. I'll be right back. Bunny wunny! I've got a surprise for you— I'm gonna have to chew-proof this whole house fast! Hot sauce ought to do the trick. Huh? No, no, no, no! My comic books! I gotta get rid of all that hot sauce. Oh, oh, oh, oh! Here we are! Water supply—check. Trampoline for hopping—check. Buckteeth sharpener—check. And an adding machine for multiplying. Triple check-aroonie! Now the bunny will be more than happy to stay in his cage. Huh? Doesn't like cage... Check. No, no, bunny, don't go in there! You'll get lost! I need my jellyfishing net. Where did I put that thing? Probably dropped it in here somewhere. Nyah, nyah—ah, got it!

Patrick: Hello!

Patrick, did you fall between the cushions again?

Patrick: No, SpongeBob, I fell between the cushions. But I have a solution to your bunny problem. I love the hunt!

No, no! No, don't! Please don't! That's my— All right, Patrick, that's enough hunting. You can come out now.

Patrick: I can't see where I'm going. How do I get out of here? SpongeBob, where are I?

Stay where you are, Patrick! I've got an idea. To the pet shop! Thank you! Patrick! I bought a second bunny to lure the first bunny out of hiding.

Patrick: Hooray!

Hold still, Patrick, I see you.

Patrick: Thanks, buddy. Aww, bunnies!

One, two... Three?

Patrick: More bunnies!

Yay! Uh-oh. Patrick, the hunt is on! Hey! Come back, bunny wunnies!

Squidward: This is the last carrot. C'est la vie. One more step, and I will spit you on a roast! I mean, roast you on a spit! Oh, oh, what's happening?

Don't worry, Squidward.

Patrick: Yeah. We're here to help! Squidward: They're growing! Squidward: Hello, Animal Control? Save me!! Squidward: Get out of my house! Gah! That'll get them out.

Sorry about your house, Squidward.

Patrick: Yeah. We just heard. Squidward: I'm a bunny now! I'm a bunny now! I'm a bunny now! Animal Control Officer: Okay, Mr. Tentacles, easy does it. Squidward: I'm a bunny now! I'm a bunny now! Sandy: Huh? Sandy: It's here! Yee-haw! My newest science book has arrived! I wonder what new and fantastic area of science will be revealed to me this month! Oh, hey! It's those fancy bloomers I ordered too! This day just keeps getting better! Ahh! Behavorial psychology is the study of people and their habits. I studied underwater chemistry, geology, and astronomy, but I never studied underwater people! Sandy: Sandy Cheeks. Day one of behavioral study of subjects in Bikini Bottom. Initiating observations, now! Charlie: My mom says she wouldn't even try it. No matter how much I saw the lagoons. Amanda's mother: My daughter Amanda is exactly the same. It's always an argument, but I've tried to... Sandy: Older lumpy looking female subject. Obviously, a mother. Hates daughter. Amanda's mother: Excuse me? Sandy: Subject asked to be excused, but I am unable to observe what she wishes to be excused from. Fred: Hey! Creepy squirrel! What's with all the eavesdropping? Charlie: Take a hike, mammal! Sandy: Emotional state seems to be rising in anger. Eyebrows are now considerably furrowed. Sandy: I gotta find new subjects. Sandy: Who won't mind being observed. Sandy: Eureka! Prospector: Hey, that's my line! Sandy: Hey, fellas! How'd you like to be part of my cool experiment? Patrick: Ooh! I could use a mint! (Rubs his tummy) Mmm! Sandy: No, Patrick. It's an experiment in behavioral psychology. Patrick: That doesn't sound tasty.

What do we have to do?

Sandy: It's easy. I observe you while you two act normal.

Act normal?

Sandy: Yeah. Just do what you naturally do. Be natural. Starting... now!

Uh, natural greeting to you, friend.

Patrick: Natural greeting returned.

Would you like to have some natural fun?

Patrick: Oh, yes. Please.

Naturally.

Sandy: Aww. Alright. Experiment's done.

Ooh! Ooh! Ooh! Ooh! Ooh! Ooh! Ooh! Ooh! What are the results?

Patrick: Hey, did we do good?

Oh, can I have an A plus?

Patrick: Oh! Oh! Yeah! I want an A plus too! Patrick: Pretty please? Pretty please? Pretty please?

Pretty please with sugar on top?

Sandy: Yes, yes. You both get an A plus.

Whoo!

Patrick: I knew it! Sandy: Subjects acting natural. Resume observation.

We got an A plus!

SpongeBob and Patrick: A plus! A plus! A plus! Sandy: Oh, forget it. Sandy: When a subject is aware of being observed, it can affect his or her actions and create inaccurate data. Hmm... Sandy: Double eureka! Two Prospectors: That's our line! Sandy: Hey! Are you guys up for another experiment?

Oh boy! Am I ever! Can you hook us up to electrodes? Or, or expose us to gamma rays?

Patrick: Yeah? Sandy: It's a guaranteed A plus. Patrick: Oh! It's like a dream! Sandy: Okay. First thing. Go to the beach and fill one bucket with white sand and one bucket with black sand. Can you do that?

Easy sneezy!

Sandy: Ew. Patrick: Hey, yeah. Whatever he said. Sandy: Then off you go. Sandy: Time to get to work. Gary: Meow.

Sandy! We're back!

Sandy: Good job, fellers! Patrick: We're an awesome team!

We sure are, buddy!

Sandy: Okay, team. For this experiment, I need you to count the grains of sand in each bucket. Then tell me if there are more black grains or more white grains. Or is it the same amount? Alright then. I have to run some errands, but I'll be back later.

Aye-aye, Captain Sandy.

Sandy: Oh, and, Patrick, you're in charge. Sandy: All systems check.

Well, let's get counting. Should we both count white sand and move onto the black sand or do you want to have your own bucket?

Patrick: I'm in charge. I'm in charge. I'm in charge.

So what's it gonna be, boss?

Patrick: Uh, the first one?

You're in charge.

Patrick: I'm in charge.

One. Ahem.

Patrick: I'm in charge. Patrick: Two.

Three.

Patrick: I'm in charge. I'm in charge. I'm in charge.

Forty-seven. Forty-seven?

Patrick: Uh. Huh? What?

Huh. Lost you there for a bit. We were at forty-seven.

Patrick: I don't know if I wanna do it this way.

Okay, boss man. How do you wanna do it?

Patrick: Uh...

How about you count the white and I count the black sand?

Patrick: Yeah! Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, that's it. Patrick: Forty-eight, forty-... nine, Oh! Oh, fifty!

One, two, three, four, five. six,...

Both: Seven, eight, nine, ten. Sandy: Time to initiate the first variable. One big bowl. One small bowl. Exactly eight ounces per bowl. Free ice cream! Free ice cream! One day only! Get your free ice cream! Patrick: Oh boy! Let's go!

You're the boss!

Sandy: Free ice cream! Squidward: Oh my sea stars! Free ice cream! Sandy: Hey, boys! How'd ya like a nice free bowl of tootsie frootsie ice cream? Sandy: Okey-dokey! Squidward: One free ice cream, please? Sandy: All sold out. Maybe I'll get some later. Patrick: Um. Uh. Your.. your bowl is bigger!

Do you wanna trade?

Patrick: Yeah. Patrick: You got more ice cream!

Patrick, I think your ice cream only looks smaller, but the bowl is big.

Patrick: Well, I wanna trade back! Patrick: There's only one fair thing to do.

What's that? Patrick, you call that fair?

Patrick: I'm in charge!

Uh... Oh. Yeah.

Sandy: Time for variable two. More free ice cream here! Now, with same sized cones! Squidward: Huh? I just got my slippers on! Sandy: Here ya go! Patrick: I'll take those my good man.

But, Patrick, I...

Patrick: I'm in charge. Squidward: One cone, please? Sandy: All gone! Squidward: For the love of Pete!

Can I have my cone now? Can I have my cone now? Can I have my cone now? Can I have my cone now?

Patrick: Hmmm... Rub my feet first!

Oh, come on!

Patrick: Who's in charge?

Alright, I'll rub your feet. Hey! My ice cream is melted all over your hand!

Patrick: Oh... I'll fix that.

Patrick, you are making very poor choices!

Patrick: Don't you back-sass me! I'm in charge and you have to do what I say! Now count that bucket of white sand.

Alright, I will! One-million eight hundred ninety-three thousand six hundred and one, one-million eight hundred ninety-three thousand six hundred and two, one-million eight hundred ninety-three thousand six hundred and three. Done! Now to count the black sand.

Patrick: Oh, that's a pity. Patrick: Looks like you'll have to start over.

Aaaah! Enjoying that ice cream, Patrick?

Patrick: Yes, I am.

Would you like sprinkles on it?

Patrick: Hey! Sandy: Jeepers! I didn't see that comin'! Patrick: You're not leaving until I say so! Sandy: Sandy to Gary! Sandy to Gary! How serious is the situation? Gary: Meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow! Sandy: Oh, I didn't think this all the way through! I've gotta shut this down! Squidward: Ah-ha! Squidward: I want my free... Sandy: Open the door! The experiment is over! Open the door! Patrick: You heard Sandy! Open the door!

You open it!

Patrick: No, you open it!

No, you open it!

Patrick: Mr. Pavlovi, tell SpongeBob to open the door! Sandy: It's me! Sandy! Sandy: The experiment is over!

But we didn't even finish counting the sand!

Sandy: I didn't care about the sand! I just wanted to observe you acting naturally. So I hid microphones and cameras around your house... SpongeBob and Patrick: Cameras?

Et tu, Gary?

Gary: Meow. Patrick: I was a monster! I deserve a Z minus!

Aww, Patrick. Don't be so hard on yourself. It was the experiment's fault that you were such a jerk.