rqchao/spongebob · Datasets at Hugging Face

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Patrick: I blame science! Stupid science! Sandy: Everybody gets an A plus and ice cream!	Oh, yeah!
Patrick: Squidward: What is going on? Squidward: I know it's a stupid question, but is there any ice cream left? Sandy: Sorry. We're all out. Squidward: You ate it all?! You animals! You didn't even leave me one drop?! There's gotta be some left in here! Sandy: Now let the real experiment begin. Squidward: Come on! Get in my mouth! No, this one's empty!	Whoa, look at that cloud, Gary! It looks just like a giraffe eating ice cream.
Gary: Meow.	You're right, Gary, all this cloud-watching is making me hungry too. Ooh, look at that big one, Gary!
Gary: Meow!	It's getting bigger, and bigger, and bigger, and bigger, and— ow!
Gary: Meow.	Hey Gary, that was a pretty heavy cloud.
Gary: Meow.	You're right, Gary, it's not a cloud at all. Let's see what's inside. Whoo, fortune cookies! Vague prophecies baked into delicious bite-sized snacks. These cookies can see the future, Gary, which means they knew we were hungry, even before we did. Let's eat! A great fortune has fallen upon you. Did you hear that Gary, the fortune is true! Let's look at your future. Happy trails will follow you always. Your fortune came true too! Cookies with fortunes that actually come true? We have to share these with everybody!
Mr. Krabs: No, SpongeBob, we are not handing out anything free with every purchase! Even the smiles here cost a nickel.	Aw, why not, Mr. Krabs?
Squidward: Because, SpongeBob, fortune cookie fortunes are always lame and they never come true.	Oh, but that's where you're wrong, Squidward. These fortune cookies are different, try one.
Squidward: No. Way. Squidward: You will be rewarded for your particular talent. Right. French Purser: Excuse me, Mr. Squidward Tentacles, you have just won the most miserable cashier in Bikini Bottom contest. Here is your cash prize! Squidward: Holy harpoons, the fortune did come true! Mr. Krabs: Me cash register, me money. Squidward: And that's why my depression is award-winning.	Don't you see, Mr. Krabs, the fortunes in those cookies are real. Can't we share them with everyone?
Mr. Krabs: You know, you're right, SpongeBob. We will share these magical macaroons with all the folks in Bikini Bottom. You just leave it to me.	All right!
Squidward: Hooray. Mr. Krabs: This is how you hook them! Now remember, the first one is free! Dale: Something wonderful is about to happen to you. I love puppies. Thanks, fortune cookie! Mable-Monica: Eat your hat and you will fall in love. Mable-Monica and Lenny: Thanks fortune cookie! Ivy: You will soon injure your legs?! My legs! I was looking for an excuse to get out of jury duty. Thanks fortune cookie!	Those fortune cookies are a hit.
Plankton: Fortune cookies at the Krusty Krab, aye? Well, Eugene, I have a prediction too. You are in for an epic fail supreme with extra cheese! Karen: Sheldon! Where are you!? Plankton: Barnacles, woman, would it kill you to leave me alone for five minutes?! Karen: Sorry, your lordship, but the garbage isn't going to take itself out. Plankton: Riddle me this, computer wife, what's hollow, full of lies, and leaves a bad taste in your mouth? Karen: Our marriage? Plankton: No! Fortune cookies. And Krabs is raking it in right now because all of his fortunes are actually coming true?! So... Karen: So, you got an evil plan to get the Krabby Patty secret formula and soon it will be yours, all yours. Plankton: Wow, I can't tell if you're sarcastic or psychic. Karen: Ugh. Plankton: This will be a good one, You stink. Plankton: Enjoy your new fortune cookies, Krabs!	Time for a refill.
Lenny: What is my future? Squidward: My tentacles are going to fall off if I don't get a break soon, Mr. Krabs! Mr. Krabs: Look out, Mr. Squidward, I'll teach ya how to run a cash register. Huh? More cookies, SpongeBob!	Fortunes flying in, Mr. Krabs.
Plankton: Let the wave of misfortune begin. Dale: You will get stomach cramps from the Krusty Krab?! Mable: The octopus with the big nose just spit in your food?! Frankie Billy: A yellow sponge will serve you salmonella?! Ivy: You will live forever if you eat at the Chum Bucket?! Susie Rechid: Let's eat at the Chum Bucket. Mr. Krabs: What did we ever do to those fortune cookies to make them lie about us like that?	Well, the fortunes in those cookies were always right before. Here Mr. Krabs, maybe this next one will change your luck.
Mr. Krabs: Unless you give a tiny copepod the Krabby Patty secret formula, you will die?! Plankton: Hello! Did someone say copepod? Plankton: Just wanted to borrow a cup of grease, Eugene. I'll come back later, ciao! Mr. Krabs: J-just how true are these cookie fortunes, SpongeBob?	If the cookie says it's true, then it's true. Horribly, terribly, truthfully, true!
Mr. Krabs: You will die. Pearl: Oh, I'll miss you, daddy! But I really can't wait to spend your hard-earned money on shoes! Mr. Krabs: Me money!	Mr. Krabs! No! Mr. Krabs? Mr. Krabs, it's time. It's time to give up the secret formula to Plankton! Because your life is worth more than some scrap of paper in a bottle.
Mr. Krabs: You're right, me boy-o, I've got to face me fortune. Karen: Don't crowd, there's more Chumbalaya where that came from, unfortunately. Crowd: Frankie Billy: It's worth it to live forever. Plankton: The scheme is working perfectly, and here comes gullible Krabs now to hand-deliver the secret formula. I promised myself I wouldn't cry. Mr. Krabs: Oh, this crowd is impossible!	Leave it to me, Mr. Krabs. I'll make sure Plankton gets his so you won't get yours. Hot stuff comin' through!
Plankton: Don't worry, secret formula, I'm comin', baby! Plankton: Me want that papa!	Here Plankton, Mr. Krabs wants you to have this.
Plankton: Finally! No! Ah-hah. I have had enough! Get out of my restaurant, you mindless sheep! I wrote those fortunes, they were fakes, don't you get it?! Now all of you, out! Dale: Let's go back to the Krusty Krab! Plankton: I guess I didn't really think that through. Mr. Krabs: I figured the funeral fortune was phony, Plankton. Plankton: Oh, yeah?! What are you going to do about it, Eugene? Mr. Krabs: Nothing, Sheldon. Here, have a fortune cookie. Plankton: Eh. You will go on a long voyage where you will get everything you deserve. Hey! Plankton: Ahh! Hey! Ooh! Mommy! Squidward: Maybe I'll...practice my clarinet. Squidward: Ah-he-he-hem.	Kind of sounds like Squidward's practicing his clarinet over there. Doesn't it, Gary? Gary? Well, I can't just stand by and let him practice alone. Then what kind of a friend and neighbor would I be? Not that kind that I... ...would want. Hi, neighbor!
Squidward: Gah! Dah! Dah! Dah!	Should we take it from the top?
Squidward: The day I willingly practice my musical art with you is the day I grow hair on my... ?: Like, bravo, man! Bravo! Squidward: And who might you be? ?: ♪ I'm glad you asked! I'll make it perfectly clear! I'm the guy you made smiled from ear to ear! 'Cause the sweet sounds coming from this here direction! The entire ocean should hear! Now what I am promoting to you, is something I feel is my duty to do! I'm not just some admiring passerby, I want to be your concert promoting manager guy! ♪ Squidward: ♪ Are you serious? Is this a dream? ♪ Colonel Carper: ♪ Colonel Carper's the name, I think we'll make a great team! You and your musical compadre there are the next big thing, I do solemnly swear! Sooo! What are we waiting for? It's high tide time we go on tour! Together, we'll set sail on a magical, musical journey! Where you'll play for at least a trillion, and that guy on the gurney! Screaming fans will excitedly clap their hands for more! As you fly though the air, during your fourth encore! And remember to bring your rake, 'cause Neptune only knows the money you'll make! ♪ Mr. Krabs: ♪ Did someone said money? I could swear that's what I heard! I got super sensitive hearing when it comes to that word! ♪ Squidward: ♪ Yes he said money, but more importantly, he said faaaannnnnnssss! And not the type that blows air if you're feeling too hot! The type that wants autographs on everything they got! ♪ Ivy (gray): Signature, Mr. Tentacles?	♪ And when I heard the word Team which is special to meeee! 'Cause through the power of music there's no way we won't get. The bond together with this special duet! ♪
SpongeBob and Colonel Carper: ♪ Soooo! What are we waiting for? It's high tide time we went on tour! ♪ Squidward: Uh, excuse me? Is there anyway I get to do this tour as a soloist? Colonel Carper: ♪ Hmm, let me think about that for a second... ♪ None! Whatsoever! The tour must consist of the two insists of the tall one with halitosis and the square one with the talented wrist! ♪ Squidward: ♪ A dream wrapped in pain. I don't know whether to smile or pout. ♪ Mr. Krabs: ♪ Excuse me, Colonel! I'll be taking over from here on out! ♪ Colonel Carper: ♪ But it was I who discovered this soon-to-be famous band! And I'm the one who knows what it takes to get them there! You'll need a tour bus, venue, gotta build up buzz! You'll need equipment and roadies too! I'm the expert of all things concert promotionist making you have no inclaim, you have no clue! ♪ Mr. Krabs: ♪ Thanks for all the great tips! I think you should be on your way! Good bye! Good luck! Have a nice day! Sooo! What are we waiting for? It's high tide time we went on tour! ♪ Mr. Krabs: Up and at 'em, boys! We got a tour to put on! Mrs. Puff: Phew...changing the oil in the school busmobile sure is a pain in the......What? Stop! Thief! Mr. Krabs: Mornin', Squidward! Tour bus, sound equipment, check! All I need now is a...roadie? Now where in Neptune how I'm ever gonna find... Patrick: Somebody left this thing laying around the parking lot. Mr. Krabs: Roadie! Check! Mr. Krabs: Here we are, boys! Our first gig! All those people are lined up to see you! Squidward: Sounds like a load of hooey... Mr. Krabs: Alright, roadie, start unloading the hooey! Patrick: Uh, Mr. Krabs? Where do I put this? Mr. Krabs: Anywhere is fine. Patrick: Then what about this?	Hey! Look! It's Ned and the Needlefish!
Colonel Carper: Well, well, well! If it isn't that guy that stole my band! I hope you all aren't here to steal THIS band, too! Because THIS time around, I'll be ready for ya! Mr. Krabs: Well, that's very interesting, Colonel Carper! But right now, my band and I are on a world tour! And tonight, we're opening for Ned and the Needlefish! Colonel Carper: Mr. Krabs: Yeah...eh, what's so funny!? Colonel Carper: You are! And the fact that you think you have any idea what it takes to put on a musical tour! Mr. Krabs: We have a tour bus, sound equipment, a roadie! Colonel Carper: You call that a tour bus? You call this sound equipment? That's not a roadie, these are roadies! Mr. Krabs: Ahhhh! Colonel Carper: I'll tell you what, I'll let you open for Ned and the Needlefish on one condition: My roadies get to sabotage your sound equipment and have it blow up during your sound check! Mr. Krabs: Wait a minute...what's that gonna cost me? Colonel Carper: Oh, that will be free! Mr. Krabs: Deal! Mr. Krabs: Okay, Mr. Squidward. Take it from the top! Doggonit... Colonel Carper: Hah hah hah! Now you don't have any sound equipment! Unlike me, who has this entire wall of speakers you see right behind me! Hah hah hah! Now your whole tour is ruined! Hah hah hah hah! Seriously! I can't! I can't take it! It's too much!	It sure was nice of that Colonel Carper guy to let us borrow his entire wall of sound equipment! Wasn't it Mr. Krabs?
Mr. Krabs: Well, here we are! Our next gig! Squidward: We're performing at a supermarket? Driver, turn this bus around! The tour is canceled! Head straight back to the Krusty Krab! Mr. Krabs: Sorry, Squidward, but that is physically impossible! Squidward: What!? Mr. Krabs: Because it's not there anymore!	The Krusty Krab's not there anymore!? Where'd it go?
Mr. Krabs: I pawned it! To raise the cash for the concert tour!	You did what?!!
Mr. Krabs: Yeah...hard to believe, I know! My heard aches when I think of me old girl cold and lonely. Just sitting in the front window of that dirty pawn shop at the mercy of any random joe who just happens to pass on by. Plankton: Gasp! Hopping Hamburger Stands! I gotta go home and get my wallet! Squidward: It's not even my restaurant and somehow I regret that decision... Mr. Krabs: Hey! Now quit your worrying back there! With the success we're about to have, we'll be able to buy ten Krusty Krabs! Squidward: A one! And a two! And a one, two, three, four! Thank you! Thank you very much! Oh come on! Nothing!? Mr. Krabs: What a happy celebration! Dwight T. Wad: I most certainly agree! Mr. Krabs: Thank you, Mr......Supermarker Manager. Dwight T. Wad: Here you go! Mr. Krabs: What's this? Our pay check? Dwight T. Wad: Nope! It's a bill! Mr. Krabs: What? Squidward: You're kidding me, right!? We're performing at a retirement home!? Mr. Krabs: Oh, don't worry, Squidward! These geezers really know how to party! Squidward: Oh, yeah...they got one foot in the rave. Heh heh...reaper jerks! Squidward: Two, three, four! Two, three, four! Elderly Fish: Too loud! You're playing too loud!	Sorry, sir.
Squidward: Okay, two, three, four... Elderly Fish: Too loud! Still too loud! Still too loud! Too loud! Too loud! Too...loud! Squidward: Supermarket openings, retirement homes! What's next a child's birthday party! This is our worse gig yet: Children parties! Well, if this is the way this tour is being organized, then I would like to... Owww! I am not a donkey-fish! Squidward: Mr. Krabs, how much farther is it to the next town? Mr. Krabs: Uh...not too much farther, Squidward! Uh...oh, in fact, we're just entering it now! Squidward: Well, if this concert is anywhere near terrible as the other ones, then it's gonna be my last! What the...Electronics Outhouse!? Goodbye! Mr. Krabs: This ain't our next concert! Squidward: Well, then, where is it!? Mr. Krabs: It's uh...uh...um... Well, it's right over there obviously! I'll just leave the three of you right here to set up! I got some important tour management business to attend to, you know! Squidward: Hold it! This better not be one of your tricks, Mr. Krabs! Band Member 1: Hey, look, man! Ned and the Needlefish, Next Turn. Ned: Whoa...it's like a sign from....sign, man. Wow...we have really moved down in the world.	Isn't this the most exciting experience in your entire life, Squidward?
Squidward: Yeah. I've never thought I get to perform for so many fans!	Oh? Are there people showing up?
Squidward: Isn't that... what you we’re talking about? Ah, just soak on in, Squiddy, old boy! Pretty invigorating, isn't it? Wait a minute... why are they chanting Ned and the Needlefish?	No, can't you hear them, Squidward? They're saying “Squidward and SpongeBob! Squidward and SpongeBob! Squidward and SpongeBob! Squidward...”
Harold: That does not look like Ned and the Needlefish! Squidward: Wait! I know what you came here for! Well? Harold: Chase 'em off stage! Squidward: Uh oh... Ned: Yeah! Man: Excuse me? Could on of you show me how to use this multimeter? Ned: Uh...he probably can... Man: Thanks. Colonel Carper: Mr. Krabs! Mr. Krabs: Do I know you? Colonel Carper: Colonel Carper! Mr. Krabs: Were we in the Navy together? Colonel Carper: No, we were not! Mr. Krabs: Phew, that's good! 'Cause for a second there, I thought that we maybe... Colonel Carper: ...Your shenanigans, sir are at an end! Oh yes! And you will be receiving a friendly little phone call from my attorney! Because I am suing you for every last dime! Mr. Krabs: Wait a minute! Where'd you think you're going with your own equipment!? Patrick: Hey, thanks again, fellas! Nice guys like them don't come around much these days. They even redecorated the tour busmobile for us!	Mr. Krabs!
'Mr. Krabs: How'd the show go, boy?	Oh, the crowd went wild, sir!
Squidward: In fact, they're still going wild... Mr. Krabs: Quick! On the bus! Squidward: Well, that wasn't a complete waste of time... Oh no wait, it was. Mr. Krabs: Now I'll never get me ol' Krusty Krab out of pawn!	Mr. Krabs!
Mr. Krabs: Good news, boys! We only sustained a flat tire! Patrick, go get the spare lad! Patrick: Uh...oh! Yeah, I can't. Squidward: What do you mean you can't? Patrick: Well... Squidward: No no! Wait! Let me guess: You ate the spare tire? Patrick: Wow...you're good at guessing...	Patrick, why didn't you just ask me? You know I always bring tiny, snack size tires for in-between meals! You know, I'm kinda hungry now actually. Hmm...Squidward? They're fat free!
Squidward: Mr. Krabs, I'd like some money for cab fair. Mr. Krabs: But, Mr. Squidward! Squidward: But nothing. I'm going home. Now put some cash in my hands so I... Mr. Krabs: But I don't have any money, lad! Not even a nickel! It's all gone! Me Krusty Krab is gone! Squidward: Forget it! I'll just walk!	Wait! Squidward! Squidward! You can't go! Please! Don't you see? The Krusty Krab needs us more than ever!
Squidward: I could care less what the Krusty Krab needs! Now get out of my way! Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow...	Squidward! Are you okay?
Squidward: Get your hands off me! Ow!	Squidward?
Squidward: Don't...	♪ Squidward...you must look inward. And then I'm sure that you will see what an awesome band we still could be! Please! Oh please don't quit on us now! I cannot allow this to be our last bow! Now now now! No no no! Nay nay nay! Neh neh neh! NEEEEVER give up! Don't ever give up! We can't let Mr. Krabs go bankrupt! We must keep busy! Never giving up! ♪
Squidward: ♪ How did I not see this plan was a failure from the start? Being around SpongeBob is bad for my heart! And that's not even the worse part! Supermarkets, retirement homes, birthday parties for kids! My career in music really feels like it has hit the skids! I give up! There is no point! I give up! Mr. Krabs will have to go bankrupt while I'm busy, bittering giving up! ♪	♪ Don't you see? Mr. Krabs needs us terribly! We got it in us to be a huge success! You and I can't settle for less! I promise myself not to shed this tear! ♪
Squidward: ♪ It's getting really cold out here and I'm four hundred miles from home it will appear! And my feet are hurting oh dear I fear this tentacle-itis is pretty severe! ♪ Squidward's Foot: ♪ Wah-wah-wah-wah-wah! ♪ Squidward: ♪ I should probably give up! On this giving up today! This is the part I turn around and play! ♪	♪ This is the part where I stand up and play! ♪
SpongeBob and Squidward: ♪ Take a deep breath in an emotional way! 'Cause with my instrument is how I say! ♪ Squidward: Wow! That was actually, kinda good! Harold: Amazing! Male Fish: Fantastic! Mr. Krabs: Unbelievable! They actually gathered a crowd! To think that all of these people came out to the middle of the desert to see Squidward and SpongeBob! Patrick: Or...they came to see the meteor shower that passes through the Aurora Borealis generating a stunning, once-in-a-lifetime light show. Crowd: Oh....ah.... Mr. Krabs: Thank you! Come again, please! He he he!	Look! It's Mr. Krabs! Squidward and I just performed for an crowd of adoring fans!
Mr. Krabs: That's nice! I just made more money than I know what to do with! Squidward: Well, it looks like they could help you figure it out... Mr. Krabs: Who? Get Paid Back from Mr. Krabs Line starts here... Narrator: One long angry line later... Colonel Carper: Well, well, well! It looks like this is the end of the line for you! Both literally and figuratively! Hah! Hah! Hah! Mr. Krabs: Why'd I owe you money for!? Colonel Carper: Well, let's see: How about damaged sound equipment, loss revenue, and JUST BECAUSE! Mr. Krabs: I don't owe you a nickel! Colonel Carper: No! You owe me a million nickels! Roadies! It's collecting time! Mr. Krabs: Collecting time? Colonel Carper: Yeah! AH HA! Okay boys! Our work here is done! Mr. Krabs: Well, Krusty Krab, this is goodbye... Why!? Why!?	Don't cry, Mr. Krabs. Here! You can have the money for Gary's college fund if that would... help.
Mr. Krabs: Well, SpongeBob! You ready to get back to doing what we do best?	I'm ready!
Mr. Krabs: That's me boy! Plankton: Hello, sir! I'd like to purchase the Krusty Krab restaurant you have in your...where is it? Pawn Shop Owner: Oh, sorry, sir! I just sold it a minute ago. But we do have this slightly used Taco Stand for sale. Patrick: Uhh. Such a tired day at the office. Boy, am I famished. I sure wish I knew the best restaurant in Bikini Bottom. From where has this glorious scent come? Squidward: Hark, the odor you seek is before you. Mr. Krabs: At the Krusty Krab, where the tastiest sandwich in the seas is grilled to perfection by our expert fry cook. And served with a smile by our friendly waiter.	Uhh, Patrick gobbles down the patties. Nom nom nom nom nom.
Mr. Krabs: Wait a minute. Why am I dressed in a leotard?	Oh, cause you're the mascot.
Mr. Krabs: Nah, I don't think so! We need a gimmic that's nothing short of a masterpiece.	Oh, I know! Win a date with Squidward Tuesdays!
Squidward: Oh, for dolphins sakes! Do tell what's troubling you so!	Mr. Krabs doesn't think my ideas are helping.
Squidward: Shocking.	I just want to help him find the perfect Krabby Patty gimic.
Squidward: Sounds like you'd better stop bothering me and put on your thinking cap.	Great idea, Squidward!
Squidward: That'll keep him out of my hair. Of course, he actually has one. To each, his own. Fiasco: Mustard! Squidward: Yes, your freakishness. Fiasco: Like our own fleeting existence, an untimely end has come upon this Krabby value meal. Squidward: Good riddance. What's this? Something's familiar about those ketchup swirls. Sweet Neptune! Could that have been... Mr. Krabs: Yeah, yeah enough dilly-dallying. Now, help me with the garbage Mr. Squidward. Squidward: That's not garbage, it's a Fiasco! Mr. Krabs: Ok, let's not overdo it. Squidward: No, no, no, you don't get it! It's the work of Fiasco the artist! He was featured in last month's Art Wonk magazine! Mr. Krabs: Heh, you call this art? Looks like a swappy's footlocker. Squidward: It all makes sense now! The dark denim, the dismal statements, the extensive use of red and yellow! This is directly out of his early abstract experiments!	Ohh, what is this?
Squidward: This is an authentic Fiasco! Customers: A Fiasco? Ooh! Dave: An original Fiasco, you say? Gus: He's one of the famous picture-drawing artistes! Nancy-Suzy Fish: Just look at his audacious use of pickle in this piece. Jimmy Gus: What's your asking price? Squidward: Oh, it's simply not for sale, not even for a million dollars. Mr. Krabs: Hold it! I'll take a million for it. Squidward: It's not yours to sell! I found it! Mr. Krabs: Me plate, me buns, me mustard, me Fiasco. Squidward: You tried to throw it away! It's mine! Farfel Bainbridge: Let's not be hasty. It belongs to…neither of you. Farfel Bainbridge: Curator of the Bikini Bottom Art Museum. We curators have a way of sniffing these things out. It's authentic! Aahh! Which makes this a national treasure! And for preservation, it must be hermetically sealed! And guarded by Bikini Bottom's finest! Officer John: Ready for duty, sir! Mr. Krabs: Great idea, Farkle. Gotta protect me valuable property. Farfel Bainbridge: Well, technically, it doesn't belong to you, it belongs to the people of Bikini Bottom. Unfortunately, they'll have to set foot in this grease-trap to get a look at this great piece of art. Mr. Krabs: Oh, so now you're a restaurant critic. Step up! Step up for your free glimpse at the Fiasco masterpiece! Alright, you've had your look. Now hold up your end of the bargain! Frankie Billy: Two Krabby Patties, please. Mr. Krabs: Each! Plankton: So, what have you got for me today, huh? No Krabby Patty in sight. What? What's this? Looks like a chewed-up Krabby Patty. A perfect sample from which to reverse engineer a whole Krabby Patty! Thanks, Eugene. You just made my job a whole lot easier. Mr. Krabs: I know that scream anywhere! It's me profits dying! Stop that thief! Plankton: Don't worry, Krabs! I'm just taking out the trash for ya! Mr. Krabs: Stop thief! Plankton: Heh, heh, heh, that was almost too easy. Plankton old boy, you're home-free! Officer John: Stop thief! Plankton: Ahh! What's with the police?! It's just a bag of garbage! What's going on? Female movie character: How long do you think we'll be here? Male movie character: I don't know. But my stomach feels all tingly. Female movie character: Mine does too. Officer Rob: Hey you! Yeah, you in the chair! Officer John: Don't move! Plankton: Achoo! Blasted pollen allergies! Ahh, I should be safe in space. Officer John: Stop thief! Plankton: You gotta be kidding me! Hello? Hello? Open up! Open up! Patrick: Do you mind? Some of us have nothing to do tomorrow morning! Plankton: Wait, what? Hey, keep your hands where I can see em'! Ok you two, against the wall! That's it. Nice and slow. You gotta help me! Ever since I left the Krusty Krab, I've had all kinds of heat on me! It's so bizarre! Normally, when I steal something from the Krusty Krab, it's Krabs who chases me not a bunch of cops. So if you know what's going on, start talking or else you're gonna answer with the spoon, see!	I-I can explain. That partially eaten Krabby Patty isn't just garbage, it's a work of art. It's worth a fortune.
Plankton: Really?	So you see why Mr. Krabs is trying to get it back.
Plankton: Interesting. It appears I've won more than I bargained for.	Plankton, you've stolen a priceless work of art. There's only one thing you can do.
Plankton: You mean hold onto it until it's really worth something?	No, you need to turn yourself in.
Plankton: Turn myself-What?! If I go down, we all go down! You're harboring an art thief!	Who's that?
Plankton: Me, you imbecile!	What?
Plankton: Not only that, you're an accomplice to the crime, yeah.	Really?
Plankton: And not only that, but Gary's an accomplice too! Gary: Meow?	Now you've gone too far!
Plankton: No, you have! Criminal Accomplice!	I can't believe you're calling me that!
Plankton: Believe it, Man Boy! Patrick: Hey! What did I tell you before? I'm trying to get some shuteye!	Patrick, what are you eating?
Patrick: The hors d'oeuvres you left on the table. Not bad.	Now Patrick is harboring stolen merchandise in his belly!
Plankton: Ohh, he's an accomplice too! Squidward: Here they are, Officers! These idiots have been causing a ruckus. Interrupting my beauty sleep. Officer John: Well, well, well. If it isn't the art thief himself. Drop the spoon. You're all under arrest until we figure this out. Squidward: But what do you mean all? I'm not under arrest! I..I..I..uhh.. These are idiots! They're causing a ruckus! I..I want sleep! Officer John: Thanks for clearing this whole mess up, Mr. Krabs. Mr. Krabs: Of course, Officer. Heh, can't let me fry cook rot in this place. It'll ruin me business! Especially, now that the Fiasco's finito!	Mr. Krabs, I think I have the solution.
Mr. Krabs: Thanks very much. Enjoy the show. You sure saved the day boy-yo.	My pleasure, sir. And I think Patrick likes it too.
Patrick: X-rays tickle. Fiasco: Such artistic genius! I'll never paint again! Squidward: Hey, don't I get a phone call? Mr. Krabs: SpongeBob! SpongeBob!	Oh, boy! Road trip! I hope it lasts forever.
Mr. Krabs: And we're here.	Old Man Jenkins' farm?
Old Man Jenkins: Trespassers! Mr. Krabs: Whoa there, Jenkins! Pull in your plow! I'm here to pay me grocery bill. Jenkins here supplies all the Krusty Krab's farm fresh ingredients.	Ooh. Yoo-hoo! Whee!
Old Man Jenkins: And I expect to be paid for them. Mr. Krabs: Well, funny you should mention that. SpongeBob here will be your farm hand until me bill's paid off.	Farm hand! Oh, boy!
Old Man Jenkins: Dagnabbit! If you think you can— Mr. Krabs: Oh, look at the time. Gotta go! Hey, boy-o! This should help you with your work!	Huh? Potatoes?
Patrick: Pat-tatoes!	Oh, boy! We can be farming buddies.
Old Man Jenkins: Now hold on there, youngin'. I can't just let any dern fools work on my farm.	Oh, we're not just any dern fools.
Patrick: We're certified fools. Old Man Jenkins: Hm….Well, better hitch up your britches. 'Cause we got tons of chores to get done before the big barn dance tonight!	Oh, boy. What's first?
Old Man Jenkins: First thing we do is gatherin' pearly eggs from this oyster coop here. The trick is getting them oysters to open up their clams. Coochie coochie coo.	Ooh, shiny.
Patrick: Ooh, aww. Old Man Jenkins: I'll be back in two shakes of a lamprey's tail to see how you're coming along.	Uh, coochie coo-coochie…
Oyster: Uh-uh.	Okay, that didn't work.
Patrick: SpongeBob, you gotta be more gentle.	Patrick!
Old Man Jenkins: Why, you ain't gathered up a single egg!	Well, that was egg-citing.
Old Man Jenkins: The next chore is to feed the worm hogs. Patrick: Mmm. Slop.	Aww. Are you hingry-wungry cutie-wuite hoggy-woggy? That tickles. Uh, could somebody hand me those?
Old Man Jenkins: Now, you be gentle when you milk ol' Bessie.	Don't you worry. I'll take it easy peasy on the old jelly squeezy.
Old Man Jenkins: What in tarnation— Patrick: Mmm, a Jenkin Jelly sandwich! Old Man Jenkins: Your final chore is harvesting my kelp patch.	Ha, this will be a snap.
Old Man Jenkins: Not that patch. That one!	That'll take forever!
Old Man Jenkins: Not if you use my tractor.	But I don't have a tractor license.
Patrick: I got lots of licenses. Driver's license, fishing license, marriage license. Oh, here it is! Tractor license!	Wow, Patrick. You're really good at this.
Patrick: The secret is to stay cool as a sea cucumber. I don't want anything to distract— A bee! Jellybee! Get it off, get it off, get it off!	Hold on, buddy. I got it. Hyah! Whoops. Got it.
Patrick: Yay! Don't let it go.	Hey, this is fun. Whoo-hoo! Did I bail out too soon? Oh, boy! Our chores are all done. It's time for the...
SpongeBob and Patrick: Barn dance! Old Man Jenkins: How can I have a barn dance with no barn?	Don't you worry your little wrinkly head. 'Cause we're gonna have an old fashioned barn raising.
Patrick: Aww, wee, wee, wee. Coochie coochie coo. SpongeBob and Patrick: Aww.	'A' is for Amoeba. 'B' is for Blobfish.
Old Man Jenkins' house: Oh! You dang kids!	Congratulations on your barn-mitzvah. Today you are a man-barn.
Patrick: Mazel tov!	Aw, they grow up so fast. Perfect! Hey, Patrick. You know what time it is?
Patrick: Time to put on my ham boots?	Nope! It's time to...
SpongeBob and Patrick: Partay! Hmm? Patrick: Where is everybody?	When are your other guests coming, Old Man Jenkins?
Old Man Jenkins: Hmm? What do you mean? This is the biggest turnout I've ever had!	Oh, I think the party's over.
Farmer alien: Over? Why, it's just getting started.	How did you guys know about the barn dance?
Farmer alien: Well, we seen your invitation.	Invitation? What invitation? Hmm? Wow.
Farmer alien: Barn dance and hoedown tonight. Aliens welcome.	Patrick, your crazy tractor driving invited them!
Patrick: I have a crop circle license too. Farmer alien: Thank you kindly for inviting us, old timer. Well, we're off to destroy the universe. Other farmer aliens: Yee-haw! Old Man Jenkins: Y'all come back and invade any time.	Annihilate safely.
Farmer aliens: Yee-haw! Mr. Krabs: Hey-ho, Jenkins! Has SpongeBob worked off me bill yet? Old Man Jenkins: You're all paid off, Krabs. Now come back and visit anytime, SpongeBob. SpongeBob and Patrick: Bye, Old Man Jenkins!	Then we gathered pearly eggs, fed the worm hogs, milked Bessie, and then we met some nice space aliens.
Mr. Krabs: Aliens? That's ridiculous. I think you've been working too hard, boy-o. Looks like you got farm stroke. You must have been hallucinating. There ain't no such thing as UFOs.	Gee, you think we just imagined it?
Mr. Krabs: Yeah, probably— A UFO!	Don't worry, Mr. Krabs, there is no such thing as aliens.
Patrick: Watch this.	Mmm-hey!
Sandy: Hey!	Hey!
Sandy: Hey!	Hey!

Patrick: I blame science! Stupid science! Sandy: Everybody gets an A plus and ice cream!

Oh, yeah!

Patrick: Squidward: What is going on? Squidward: I know it's a stupid question, but is there any ice cream left? Sandy: Sorry. We're all out. Squidward: You ate it all?! You animals! You didn't even leave me one drop?! There's gotta be some left in here! Sandy: Now let the real experiment begin. Squidward: Come on! Get in my mouth! No, this one's empty!

Whoa, look at that cloud, Gary! It looks just like a giraffe eating ice cream.

Gary: Meow.

You're right, Gary, all this cloud-watching is making me hungry too. Ooh, look at that big one, Gary!

Gary: Meow!

It's getting bigger, and bigger, and bigger, and bigger, and— ow!

Gary: Meow.

Hey Gary, that was a pretty heavy cloud.

Gary: Meow.

You're right, Gary, it's not a cloud at all. Let's see what's inside. Whoo, fortune cookies! Vague prophecies baked into delicious bite-sized snacks. These cookies can see the future, Gary, which means they knew we were hungry, even before we did. Let's eat! A great fortune has fallen upon you. Did you hear that Gary, the fortune is true! Let's look at your future. Happy trails will follow you always. Your fortune came true too! Cookies with fortunes that actually come true? We have to share these with everybody!

Mr. Krabs: No, SpongeBob, we are not handing out anything free with every purchase! Even the smiles here cost a nickel.

Aw, why not, Mr. Krabs?

Squidward: Because, SpongeBob, fortune cookie fortunes are always lame and they never come true.

Oh, but that's where you're wrong, Squidward. These fortune cookies are different, try one.

Squidward: No. Way. Squidward: You will be rewarded for your particular talent. Right. French Purser: Excuse me, Mr. Squidward Tentacles, you have just won the most miserable cashier in Bikini Bottom contest. Here is your cash prize! Squidward: Holy harpoons, the fortune did come true! Mr. Krabs: Me cash register, me money. Squidward: And that's why my depression is award-winning.

Don't you see, Mr. Krabs, the fortunes in those cookies are real. Can't we share them with everyone?

Mr. Krabs: You know, you're right, SpongeBob. We will share these magical macaroons with all the folks in Bikini Bottom. You just leave it to me.

All right!

Squidward: Hooray. Mr. Krabs: This is how you hook them! Now remember, the first one is free! Dale: Something wonderful is about to happen to you. I love puppies. Thanks, fortune cookie! Mable-Monica: Eat your hat and you will fall in love. Mable-Monica and Lenny: Thanks fortune cookie! Ivy: You will soon injure your legs?! My legs! I was looking for an excuse to get out of jury duty. Thanks fortune cookie!

Those fortune cookies are a hit.

Plankton: Fortune cookies at the Krusty Krab, aye? Well, Eugene, I have a prediction too. You are in for an epic fail supreme with extra cheese! Karen: Sheldon! Where are you!? Plankton: Barnacles, woman, would it kill you to leave me alone for five minutes?! Karen: Sorry, your lordship, but the garbage isn't going to take itself out. Plankton: Riddle me this, computer wife, what's hollow, full of lies, and leaves a bad taste in your mouth? Karen: Our marriage? Plankton: No! Fortune cookies. And Krabs is raking it in right now because all of his fortunes are actually coming true?! So... Karen: So, you got an evil plan to get the Krabby Patty secret formula and soon it will be yours, all yours. Plankton: Wow, I can't tell if you're sarcastic or psychic. Karen: Ugh. Plankton: This will be a good one, You stink. Plankton: Enjoy your new fortune cookies, Krabs!

Time for a refill.

Lenny: What is my future? Squidward: My tentacles are going to fall off if I don't get a break soon, Mr. Krabs! Mr. Krabs: Look out, Mr. Squidward, I'll teach ya how to run a cash register. Huh? More cookies, SpongeBob!

Fortunes flying in, Mr. Krabs.

Plankton: Let the wave of misfortune begin. Dale: You will get stomach cramps from the Krusty Krab?! Mable: The octopus with the big nose just spit in your food?! Frankie Billy: A yellow sponge will serve you salmonella?! Ivy: You will live forever if you eat at the Chum Bucket?! Susie Rechid: Let's eat at the Chum Bucket. Mr. Krabs: What did we ever do to those fortune cookies to make them lie about us like that?

Well, the fortunes in those cookies were always right before. Here Mr. Krabs, maybe this next one will change your luck.

Mr. Krabs: Unless you give a tiny copepod the Krabby Patty secret formula, you will die?! Plankton: Hello! Did someone say copepod? Plankton: Just wanted to borrow a cup of grease, Eugene. I'll come back later, ciao! Mr. Krabs: J-just how true are these cookie fortunes, SpongeBob?

If the cookie says it's true, then it's true. Horribly, terribly, truthfully, true!

Mr. Krabs: You will die. Pearl: Oh, I'll miss you, daddy! But I really can't wait to spend your hard-earned money on shoes! Mr. Krabs: Me money!

Mr. Krabs! No! Mr. Krabs? Mr. Krabs, it's time. It's time to give up the secret formula to Plankton! Because your life is worth more than some scrap of paper in a bottle.

Mr. Krabs: You're right, me boy-o, I've got to face me fortune. Karen: Don't crowd, there's more Chumbalaya where that came from, unfortunately. Crowd: Frankie Billy: It's worth it to live forever. Plankton: The scheme is working perfectly, and here comes gullible Krabs now to hand-deliver the secret formula. I promised myself I wouldn't cry. Mr. Krabs: Oh, this crowd is impossible!

Leave it to me, Mr. Krabs. I'll make sure Plankton gets his so you won't get yours. Hot stuff comin' through!

Plankton: Don't worry, secret formula, I'm comin', baby! Plankton: Me want that papa!

Here Plankton, Mr. Krabs wants you to have this.

Plankton: Finally! No! Ah-hah. I have had enough! Get out of my restaurant, you mindless sheep! I wrote those fortunes, they were fakes, don't you get it?! Now all of you, out! Dale: Let's go back to the Krusty Krab! Plankton: I guess I didn't really think that through. Mr. Krabs: I figured the funeral fortune was phony, Plankton. Plankton: Oh, yeah?! What are you going to do about it, Eugene? Mr. Krabs: Nothing, Sheldon. Here, have a fortune cookie. Plankton: Eh. You will go on a long voyage where you will get everything you deserve. Hey! Plankton: Ahh! Hey! Ooh! Mommy! Squidward: Maybe I'll...practice my clarinet. Squidward: Ah-he-he-hem.

Kind of sounds like Squidward's practicing his clarinet over there. Doesn't it, Gary? Gary? Well, I can't just stand by and let him practice alone. Then what kind of a friend and neighbor would I be? Not that kind that I... ...would want. Hi, neighbor!

Squidward: Gah! Dah! Dah! Dah!

Should we take it from the top?

Squidward: The day I willingly practice my musical art with you is the day I grow hair on my... ?: Like, bravo, man! Bravo! Squidward: And who might you be? ?: ♪ I'm glad you asked! I'll make it perfectly clear! I'm the guy you made smiled from ear to ear! 'Cause the sweet sounds coming from this here direction! The entire ocean should hear! Now what I am promoting to you, is something I feel is my duty to do! I'm not just some admiring passerby, I want to be your concert promoting manager guy! ♪ Squidward: ♪ Are you serious? Is this a dream? ♪ Colonel Carper: ♪ Colonel Carper's the name, I think we'll make a great team! You and your musical compadre there are the next big thing, I do solemnly swear! Sooo! What are we waiting for? It's high tide time we go on tour! Together, we'll set sail on a magical, musical journey! Where you'll play for at least a trillion, and that guy on the gurney! Screaming fans will excitedly clap their hands for more! As you fly though the air, during your fourth encore! And remember to bring your rake, 'cause Neptune only knows the money you'll make! ♪ Mr. Krabs: ♪ Did someone said money? I could swear that's what I heard! I got super sensitive hearing when it comes to that word! ♪ Squidward: ♪ Yes he said money, but more importantly, he said faaaannnnnnssss! And not the type that blows air if you're feeling too hot! The type that wants autographs on everything they got! ♪ Ivy (gray): Signature, Mr. Tentacles?

♪ And when I heard the word Team which is special to meeee! 'Cause through the power of music there's no way we won't get. The bond together with this special duet! ♪

SpongeBob and Colonel Carper: ♪ Soooo! What are we waiting for? It's high tide time we went on tour! ♪ Squidward: Uh, excuse me? Is there anyway I get to do this tour as a soloist? Colonel Carper: ♪ Hmm, let me think about that for a second... ♪ None! Whatsoever! The tour must consist of the two insists of the tall one with halitosis and the square one with the talented wrist! ♪ Squidward: ♪ A dream wrapped in pain. I don't know whether to smile or pout. ♪ Mr. Krabs: ♪ Excuse me, Colonel! I'll be taking over from here on out! ♪ Colonel Carper: ♪ But it was I who discovered this soon-to-be famous band! And I'm the one who knows what it takes to get them there! You'll need a tour bus, venue, gotta build up buzz! You'll need equipment and roadies too! I'm the expert of all things concert promotionist making you have no inclaim, you have no clue! ♪ Mr. Krabs: ♪ Thanks for all the great tips! I think you should be on your way! Good bye! Good luck! Have a nice day! Sooo! What are we waiting for? It's high tide time we went on tour! ♪ Mr. Krabs: Up and at 'em, boys! We got a tour to put on! Mrs. Puff: Phew...changing the oil in the school busmobile sure is a pain in the......What? Stop! Thief! Mr. Krabs: Mornin', Squidward! Tour bus, sound equipment, check! All I need now is a...roadie? Now where in Neptune how I'm ever gonna find... Patrick: Somebody left this thing laying around the parking lot. Mr. Krabs: Roadie! Check! Mr. Krabs: Here we are, boys! Our first gig! All those people are lined up to see you! Squidward: Sounds like a load of hooey... Mr. Krabs: Alright, roadie, start unloading the hooey! Patrick: Uh, Mr. Krabs? Where do I put this? Mr. Krabs: Anywhere is fine. Patrick: Then what about this?

Hey! Look! It's Ned and the Needlefish!

Colonel Carper: Well, well, well! If it isn't that guy that stole my band! I hope you all aren't here to steal THIS band, too! Because THIS time around, I'll be ready for ya! Mr. Krabs: Well, that's very interesting, Colonel Carper! But right now, my band and I are on a world tour! And tonight, we're opening for Ned and the Needlefish! Colonel Carper: Mr. Krabs: Yeah...eh, what's so funny!? Colonel Carper: You are! And the fact that you think you have any idea what it takes to put on a musical tour! Mr. Krabs: We have a tour bus, sound equipment, a roadie! Colonel Carper: You call that a tour bus? You call this sound equipment? That's not a roadie, these are roadies! Mr. Krabs: Ahhhh! Colonel Carper: I'll tell you what, I'll let you open for Ned and the Needlefish on one condition: My roadies get to sabotage your sound equipment and have it blow up during your sound check! Mr. Krabs: Wait a minute...what's that gonna cost me? Colonel Carper: Oh, that will be free! Mr. Krabs: Deal! Mr. Krabs: Okay, Mr. Squidward. Take it from the top! Doggonit... Colonel Carper: Hah hah hah! Now you don't have any sound equipment! Unlike me, who has this entire wall of speakers you see right behind me! Hah hah hah! Now your whole tour is ruined! Hah hah hah hah! Seriously! I can't! I can't take it! It's too much!

It sure was nice of that Colonel Carper guy to let us borrow his entire wall of sound equipment! Wasn't it Mr. Krabs?

Mr. Krabs: Well, here we are! Our next gig! Squidward: We're performing at a supermarket? Driver, turn this bus around! The tour is canceled! Head straight back to the Krusty Krab! Mr. Krabs: Sorry, Squidward, but that is physically impossible! Squidward: What!? Mr. Krabs: Because it's not there anymore!

The Krusty Krab's not there anymore!? Where'd it go?

Mr. Krabs: I pawned it! To raise the cash for the concert tour!

You did what?!!

Mr. Krabs: Yeah...hard to believe, I know! My heard aches when I think of me old girl cold and lonely. Just sitting in the front window of that dirty pawn shop at the mercy of any random joe who just happens to pass on by. Plankton: Gasp! Hopping Hamburger Stands! I gotta go home and get my wallet! Squidward: It's not even my restaurant and somehow I regret that decision... Mr. Krabs: Hey! Now quit your worrying back there! With the success we're about to have, we'll be able to buy ten Krusty Krabs! Squidward: A one! And a two! And a one, two, three, four! Thank you! Thank you very much! Oh come on! Nothing!? Mr. Krabs: What a happy celebration! Dwight T. Wad: I most certainly agree! Mr. Krabs: Thank you, Mr......Supermarker Manager. Dwight T. Wad: Here you go! Mr. Krabs: What's this? Our pay check? Dwight T. Wad: Nope! It's a bill! Mr. Krabs: What? Squidward: You're kidding me, right!? We're performing at a retirement home!? Mr. Krabs: Oh, don't worry, Squidward! These geezers really know how to party! Squidward: Oh, yeah...they got one foot in the rave. Heh heh...reaper jerks! Squidward: Two, three, four! Two, three, four! Elderly Fish: Too loud! You're playing too loud!

Sorry, sir.

Squidward: Okay, two, three, four... Elderly Fish: Too loud! Still too loud! Still too loud! Too loud! Too loud! Too...loud! Squidward: Supermarket openings, retirement homes! What's next a child's birthday party! This is our worse gig yet: Children parties! Well, if this is the way this tour is being organized, then I would like to... Owww! I am not a donkey-fish! Squidward: Mr. Krabs, how much farther is it to the next town? Mr. Krabs: Uh...not too much farther, Squidward! Uh...oh, in fact, we're just entering it now! Squidward: Well, if this concert is anywhere near terrible as the other ones, then it's gonna be my last! What the...Electronics Outhouse!? Goodbye! Mr. Krabs: This ain't our next concert! Squidward: Well, then, where is it!? Mr. Krabs: It's uh...uh...um... Well, it's right over there obviously! I'll just leave the three of you right here to set up! I got some important tour management business to attend to, you know! Squidward: Hold it! This better not be one of your tricks, Mr. Krabs! Band Member 1: Hey, look, man! Ned and the Needlefish, Next Turn. Ned: Whoa...it's like a sign from....sign, man. Wow...we have really moved down in the world.

Isn't this the most exciting experience in your entire life, Squidward?

Squidward: Yeah. I've never thought I get to perform for so many fans!

Oh? Are there people showing up?

Squidward: Isn't that... what you we’re talking about? Ah, just soak on in, Squiddy, old boy! Pretty invigorating, isn't it? Wait a minute... why are they chanting Ned and the Needlefish?

No, can't you hear them, Squidward? They're saying “Squidward and SpongeBob! Squidward and SpongeBob! Squidward and SpongeBob! Squidward...”

Harold: That does not look like Ned and the Needlefish! Squidward: Wait! I know what you came here for! Well? Harold: Chase 'em off stage! Squidward: Uh oh... Ned: Yeah! Man: Excuse me? Could on of you show me how to use this multimeter? Ned: Uh...he probably can... Man: Thanks. Colonel Carper: Mr. Krabs! Mr. Krabs: Do I know you? Colonel Carper: Colonel Carper! Mr. Krabs: Were we in the Navy together? Colonel Carper: No, we were not! Mr. Krabs: Phew, that's good! 'Cause for a second there, I thought that we maybe... Colonel Carper: ...Your shenanigans, sir are at an end! Oh yes! And you will be receiving a friendly little phone call from my attorney! Because I am suing you for every last dime! Mr. Krabs: Wait a minute! Where'd you think you're going with your own equipment!? Patrick: Hey, thanks again, fellas! Nice guys like them don't come around much these days. They even redecorated the tour busmobile for us!

Mr. Krabs!

'Mr. Krabs: How'd the show go, boy?

Oh, the crowd went wild, sir!

Squidward: In fact, they're still going wild... Mr. Krabs: Quick! On the bus! Squidward: Well, that wasn't a complete waste of time... Oh no wait, it was. Mr. Krabs: Now I'll never get me ol' Krusty Krab out of pawn!

Mr. Krabs!

Mr. Krabs: Good news, boys! We only sustained a flat tire! Patrick, go get the spare lad! Patrick: Uh...oh! Yeah, I can't. Squidward: What do you mean you can't? Patrick: Well... Squidward: No no! Wait! Let me guess: You ate the spare tire? Patrick: Wow...you're good at guessing...

Patrick, why didn't you just ask me? You know I always bring tiny, snack size tires for in-between meals! You know, I'm kinda hungry now actually. Hmm...Squidward? They're fat free!

Squidward: Mr. Krabs, I'd like some money for cab fair. Mr. Krabs: But, Mr. Squidward! Squidward: But nothing. I'm going home. Now put some cash in my hands so I... Mr. Krabs: But I don't have any money, lad! Not even a nickel! It's all gone! Me Krusty Krab is gone! Squidward: Forget it! I'll just walk!

Wait! Squidward! Squidward! You can't go! Please! Don't you see? The Krusty Krab needs us more than ever!

Squidward: I could care less what the Krusty Krab needs! Now get out of my way! Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow...

Squidward! Are you okay?

Squidward: Get your hands off me! Ow!

Squidward?

Squidward: Don't...

♪ Squidward...you must look inward. And then I'm sure that you will see what an awesome band we still could be! Please! Oh please don't quit on us now! I cannot allow this to be our last bow! Now now now! No no no! Nay nay nay! Neh neh neh! NEEEEVER give up! Don't ever give up! We can't let Mr. Krabs go bankrupt! We must keep busy! Never giving up! ♪

Squidward: ♪ How did I not see this plan was a failure from the start? Being around SpongeBob is bad for my heart! And that's not even the worse part! Supermarkets, retirement homes, birthday parties for kids! My career in music really feels like it has hit the skids! I give up! There is no point! I give up! Mr. Krabs will have to go bankrupt while I'm busy, bittering giving up! ♪

♪ Don't you see? Mr. Krabs needs us terribly! We got it in us to be a huge success! You and I can't settle for less! I promise myself not to shed this tear! ♪

Squidward: ♪ It's getting really cold out here and I'm four hundred miles from home it will appear! And my feet are hurting oh dear I fear this tentacle-itis is pretty severe! ♪ Squidward's Foot: ♪ Wah-wah-wah-wah-wah! ♪ Squidward: ♪ I should probably give up! On this giving up today! This is the part I turn around and play! ♪

♪ This is the part where I stand up and play! ♪

SpongeBob and Squidward: ♪ Take a deep breath in an emotional way! 'Cause with my instrument is how I say! ♪ Squidward: Wow! That was actually, kinda good! Harold: Amazing! Male Fish: Fantastic! Mr. Krabs: Unbelievable! They actually gathered a crowd! To think that all of these people came out to the middle of the desert to see Squidward and SpongeBob! Patrick: Or...they came to see the meteor shower that passes through the Aurora Borealis generating a stunning, once-in-a-lifetime light show. Crowd: Oh....ah.... Mr. Krabs: Thank you! Come again, please! He he he!

Look! It's Mr. Krabs! Squidward and I just performed for an crowd of adoring fans!

Mr. Krabs: That's nice! I just made more money than I know what to do with! Squidward: Well, it looks like they could help you figure it out... Mr. Krabs: Who? Get Paid Back from Mr. Krabs Line starts here... Narrator: One long angry line later... Colonel Carper: Well, well, well! It looks like this is the end of the line for you! Both literally and figuratively! Hah! Hah! Hah! Mr. Krabs: Why'd I owe you money for!? Colonel Carper: Well, let's see: How about damaged sound equipment, loss revenue, and JUST BECAUSE! Mr. Krabs: I don't owe you a nickel! Colonel Carper: No! You owe me a million nickels! Roadies! It's collecting time! Mr. Krabs: Collecting time? Colonel Carper: Yeah! AH HA! Okay boys! Our work here is done! Mr. Krabs: Well, Krusty Krab, this is goodbye... Why!? Why!?

Don't cry, Mr. Krabs. Here! You can have the money for Gary's college fund if that would... help.

Mr. Krabs: Well, SpongeBob! You ready to get back to doing what we do best?

I'm ready!

Mr. Krabs: That's me boy! Plankton: Hello, sir! I'd like to purchase the Krusty Krab restaurant you have in your...where is it? Pawn Shop Owner: Oh, sorry, sir! I just sold it a minute ago. But we do have this slightly used Taco Stand for sale. Patrick: Uhh. Such a tired day at the office. Boy, am I famished. I sure wish I knew the best restaurant in Bikini Bottom. From where has this glorious scent come? Squidward: Hark, the odor you seek is before you. Mr. Krabs: At the Krusty Krab, where the tastiest sandwich in the seas is grilled to perfection by our expert fry cook. And served with a smile by our friendly waiter.

Uhh, Patrick gobbles down the patties. Nom nom nom nom nom.

Mr. Krabs: Wait a minute. Why am I dressed in a leotard?

Oh, cause you're the mascot.

Mr. Krabs: Nah, I don't think so! We need a gimmic that's nothing short of a masterpiece.

Oh, I know! Win a date with Squidward Tuesdays!

Squidward: Oh, for dolphins sakes! Do tell what's troubling you so!

Mr. Krabs doesn't think my ideas are helping.

Squidward: Shocking.

I just want to help him find the perfect Krabby Patty gimic.

Squidward: Sounds like you'd better stop bothering me and put on your thinking cap.

Great idea, Squidward!

Squidward: That'll keep him out of my hair. Of course, he actually has one. To each, his own. Fiasco: Mustard! Squidward: Yes, your freakishness. Fiasco: Like our own fleeting existence, an untimely end has come upon this Krabby value meal. Squidward: Good riddance. What's this? Something's familiar about those ketchup swirls. Sweet Neptune! Could that have been... Mr. Krabs: Yeah, yeah enough dilly-dallying. Now, help me with the garbage Mr. Squidward. Squidward: That's not garbage, it's a Fiasco! Mr. Krabs: Ok, let's not overdo it. Squidward: No, no, no, you don't get it! It's the work of Fiasco the artist! He was featured in last month's Art Wonk magazine! Mr. Krabs: Heh, you call this art? Looks like a swappy's footlocker. Squidward: It all makes sense now! The dark denim, the dismal statements, the extensive use of red and yellow! This is directly out of his early abstract experiments!

Ohh, what is this?

Squidward: This is an authentic Fiasco! Customers: A Fiasco? Ooh! Dave: An original Fiasco, you say? Gus: He's one of the famous picture-drawing artistes! Nancy-Suzy Fish: Just look at his audacious use of pickle in this piece. Jimmy Gus: What's your asking price? Squidward: Oh, it's simply not for sale, not even for a million dollars. Mr. Krabs: Hold it! I'll take a million for it. Squidward: It's not yours to sell! I found it! Mr. Krabs: Me plate, me buns, me mustard, me Fiasco. Squidward: You tried to throw it away! It's mine! Farfel Bainbridge: Let's not be hasty. It belongs to…neither of you. Farfel Bainbridge: Curator of the Bikini Bottom Art Museum. We curators have a way of sniffing these things out. It's authentic! Aahh! Which makes this a national treasure! And for preservation, it must be hermetically sealed! And guarded by Bikini Bottom's finest! Officer John: Ready for duty, sir! Mr. Krabs: Great idea, Farkle. Gotta protect me valuable property. Farfel Bainbridge: Well, technically, it doesn't belong to you, it belongs to the people of Bikini Bottom. Unfortunately, they'll have to set foot in this grease-trap to get a look at this great piece of art. Mr. Krabs: Oh, so now you're a restaurant critic. Step up! Step up for your free glimpse at the Fiasco masterpiece! Alright, you've had your look. Now hold up your end of the bargain! Frankie Billy: Two Krabby Patties, please. Mr. Krabs: Each! Plankton: So, what have you got for me today, huh? No Krabby Patty in sight. What? What's this? Looks like a chewed-up Krabby Patty. A perfect sample from which to reverse engineer a whole Krabby Patty! Thanks, Eugene. You just made my job a whole lot easier. Mr. Krabs: I know that scream anywhere! It's me profits dying! Stop that thief! Plankton: Don't worry, Krabs! I'm just taking out the trash for ya! Mr. Krabs: Stop thief! Plankton: Heh, heh, heh, that was almost too easy. Plankton old boy, you're home-free! Officer John: Stop thief! Plankton: Ahh! What's with the police?! It's just a bag of garbage! What's going on? Female movie character: How long do you think we'll be here? Male movie character: I don't know. But my stomach feels all tingly. Female movie character: Mine does too. Officer Rob: Hey you! Yeah, you in the chair! Officer John: Don't move! Plankton: Achoo! Blasted pollen allergies! Ahh, I should be safe in space. Officer John: Stop thief! Plankton: You gotta be kidding me! Hello? Hello? Open up! Open up! Patrick: Do you mind? Some of us have nothing to do tomorrow morning! Plankton: Wait, what? Hey, keep your hands where I can see em'! Ok you two, against the wall! That's it. Nice and slow. You gotta help me! Ever since I left the Krusty Krab, I've had all kinds of heat on me! It's so bizarre! Normally, when I steal something from the Krusty Krab, it's Krabs who chases me not a bunch of cops. So if you know what's going on, start talking or else you're gonna answer with the spoon, see!

I-I can explain. That partially eaten Krabby Patty isn't just garbage, it's a work of art. It's worth a fortune.

Plankton: Really?

So you see why Mr. Krabs is trying to get it back.

Plankton: Interesting. It appears I've won more than I bargained for.

Plankton, you've stolen a priceless work of art. There's only one thing you can do.

Plankton: You mean hold onto it until it's really worth something?

No, you need to turn yourself in.

Plankton: Turn myself-What?! If I go down, we all go down! You're harboring an art thief!

Who's that?

Plankton: Me, you imbecile!

What?

Plankton: Not only that, you're an accomplice to the crime, yeah.

Really?

Plankton: And not only that, but Gary's an accomplice too! Gary: Meow?

Now you've gone too far!

Plankton: No, you have! Criminal Accomplice!

I can't believe you're calling me that!

Plankton: Believe it, Man Boy! Patrick: Hey! What did I tell you before? I'm trying to get some shuteye!

Patrick, what are you eating?

Patrick: The hors d'oeuvres you left on the table. Not bad.

Now Patrick is harboring stolen merchandise in his belly!

Plankton: Ohh, he's an accomplice too! Squidward: Here they are, Officers! These idiots have been causing a ruckus. Interrupting my beauty sleep. Officer John: Well, well, well. If it isn't the art thief himself. Drop the spoon. You're all under arrest until we figure this out. Squidward: But what do you mean all? I'm not under arrest! I..I..I..uhh.. These are idiots! They're causing a ruckus! I..I want sleep! Officer John: Thanks for clearing this whole mess up, Mr. Krabs. Mr. Krabs: Of course, Officer. Heh, can't let me fry cook rot in this place. It'll ruin me business! Especially, now that the Fiasco's finito!

Mr. Krabs, I think I have the solution.

Mr. Krabs: Thanks very much. Enjoy the show. You sure saved the day boy-yo.

My pleasure, sir. And I think Patrick likes it too.

Patrick: X-rays tickle. Fiasco: Such artistic genius! I'll never paint again! Squidward: Hey, don't I get a phone call? Mr. Krabs: SpongeBob! SpongeBob!

Oh, boy! Road trip! I hope it lasts forever.

Mr. Krabs: And we're here.

Old Man Jenkins' farm?

Old Man Jenkins: Trespassers! Mr. Krabs: Whoa there, Jenkins! Pull in your plow! I'm here to pay me grocery bill. Jenkins here supplies all the Krusty Krab's farm fresh ingredients.

Ooh. Yoo-hoo! Whee!

Old Man Jenkins: And I expect to be paid for them. Mr. Krabs: Well, funny you should mention that. SpongeBob here will be your farm hand until me bill's paid off.

Farm hand! Oh, boy!

Old Man Jenkins: Dagnabbit! If you think you can— Mr. Krabs: Oh, look at the time. Gotta go! Hey, boy-o! This should help you with your work!

Huh? Potatoes?

Patrick: Pat-tatoes!

Oh, boy! We can be farming buddies.

Old Man Jenkins: Now hold on there, youngin'. I can't just let any dern fools work on my farm.

Oh, we're not just any dern fools.

Patrick: We're certified fools. Old Man Jenkins: Hm….Well, better hitch up your britches. 'Cause we got tons of chores to get done before the big barn dance tonight!

Oh, boy. What's first?

Old Man Jenkins: First thing we do is gatherin' pearly eggs from this oyster coop here. The trick is getting them oysters to open up their clams. Coochie coochie coo.

Ooh, shiny.

Patrick: Ooh, aww. Old Man Jenkins: I'll be back in two shakes of a lamprey's tail to see how you're coming along.

Uh, coochie coo-coochie…

Oyster: Uh-uh.

Okay, that didn't work.

Patrick: SpongeBob, you gotta be more gentle.

Patrick!

Old Man Jenkins: Why, you ain't gathered up a single egg!

Well, that was egg-citing.

Old Man Jenkins: The next chore is to feed the worm hogs. Patrick: Mmm. Slop.

Aww. Are you hingry-wungry cutie-wuite hoggy-woggy? That tickles. Uh, could somebody hand me those?

Old Man Jenkins: Now, you be gentle when you milk ol' Bessie.

Don't you worry. I'll take it easy peasy on the old jelly squeezy.

Old Man Jenkins: What in tarnation— Patrick: Mmm, a Jenkin Jelly sandwich! Old Man Jenkins: Your final chore is harvesting my kelp patch.

Ha, this will be a snap.

Old Man Jenkins: Not that patch. That one!

That'll take forever!

Old Man Jenkins: Not if you use my tractor.

But I don't have a tractor license.

Patrick: I got lots of licenses. Driver's license, fishing license, marriage license. Oh, here it is! Tractor license!

Wow, Patrick. You're really good at this.

Patrick: The secret is to stay cool as a sea cucumber. I don't want anything to distract— A bee! Jellybee! Get it off, get it off, get it off!

Hold on, buddy. I got it. Hyah! Whoops. Got it.

Patrick: Yay! Don't let it go.

Hey, this is fun. Whoo-hoo! Did I bail out too soon? Oh, boy! Our chores are all done. It's time for the...

SpongeBob and Patrick: Barn dance! Old Man Jenkins: How can I have a barn dance with no barn?

Don't you worry your little wrinkly head. 'Cause we're gonna have an old fashioned barn raising.

Patrick: Aww, wee, wee, wee. Coochie coochie coo. SpongeBob and Patrick: Aww.

'A' is for Amoeba. 'B' is for Blobfish.

Old Man Jenkins' house: Oh! You dang kids!

Congratulations on your barn-mitzvah. Today you are a man-barn.

Patrick: Mazel tov!

Aw, they grow up so fast. Perfect! Hey, Patrick. You know what time it is?

Patrick: Time to put on my ham boots?

Nope! It's time to...

SpongeBob and Patrick: Partay! Hmm? Patrick: Where is everybody?

When are your other guests coming, Old Man Jenkins?

Old Man Jenkins: Hmm? What do you mean? This is the biggest turnout I've ever had!

Oh, I think the party's over.

Farmer alien: Over? Why, it's just getting started.

How did you guys know about the barn dance?

Farmer alien: Well, we seen your invitation.

Invitation? What invitation? Hmm? Wow.

Farmer alien: Barn dance and hoedown tonight. Aliens welcome.

Patrick, your crazy tractor driving invited them!

Patrick: I have a crop circle license too. Farmer alien: Thank you kindly for inviting us, old timer. Well, we're off to destroy the universe. Other farmer aliens: Yee-haw! Old Man Jenkins: Y'all come back and invade any time.

Annihilate safely.

Farmer aliens: Yee-haw! Mr. Krabs: Hey-ho, Jenkins! Has SpongeBob worked off me bill yet? Old Man Jenkins: You're all paid off, Krabs. Now come back and visit anytime, SpongeBob. SpongeBob and Patrick: Bye, Old Man Jenkins!

Then we gathered pearly eggs, fed the worm hogs, milked Bessie, and then we met some nice space aliens.

Mr. Krabs: Aliens? That's ridiculous. I think you've been working too hard, boy-o. Looks like you got farm stroke. You must have been hallucinating. There ain't no such thing as UFOs.

Gee, you think we just imagined it?

Mr. Krabs: Yeah, probably— A UFO!

Don't worry, Mr. Krabs, there is no such thing as aliens.

Patrick: Watch this.

Mmm-hey!

Sandy: Hey!

Hey!

Sandy: Hey!

Hey!