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Squidward: All right, lady, I don't normally say this, but get off my nose. Plankton: Go along with it, Squidward. Mr. Krabs: Or you're fired. Squidward: So, Grandma Plankton, where have you been all my life? Lily Plankton: Call me Lily. Plankton: Okay, Grandma, you're embarrassing me now. Lily Plankton: To the kitchen, Squidward. Plankton: Try one of our Planky Patties, Grandma. Fresh off the grill. Lily Plankton: I'll need my teeth for this. Whoops. Oops. I dropped my choppers. Oh, well. I guess Squidward will have to chew it for me. Squidward: Oh, sure, I'll—what?! Aah. Lily Plankton: That's it, chew it up real good. That's enough. My turn. Squidward: Aah. Lily Plankton: Aah. Delicious. SpongeBob, Squidward, Mr. Krabs, and Plankton: Ew! Lily Plankton: Oh, Sheldon, you've outdone yourself. You really are a master chef. Lily Plankton: Thank you, Sheldon. You've really made my birthday something extra special this year. Plankton: All right, Grandma. Got your bag? You are out the door and that is that. Lily Plankton: Oh, just one more thing. Lily Plankton: My last birthday wish is to get a photo of me posing with the Krabby Patty secret formula. Plankton: Krabs? Mr. Krabs: Fine. Anything to get that bag with the bag out of here. SpongeBob, Mr. Krabs, and Squidward: Say cheese. Plankton and Lily Plankton: Cheese. Lily Plankton: Ahhh! Lily Plankton: Finally, the secret formula is mine! Mr. Krabs: I knew your sincerity was insincere, sir! Plankton: I didn't know anything about this, Eugene, honest! But I love it! Now we can rule the world as a family, eh, Grandma? Lily Plankton: Sorry, Sheldon, but I'm not sharing the formula with you! Plankton: But Grandma! Lily Plankton: Adios, mi amour! Mmmm. Plankton: Why? Why did I lie? | Why? Why did I pretend? |
Mr. Krabs: Why? Why did I give her my formula? Squidward: Why? Why wouldn't we be open on Tuesday? Idiot! SpongeBob, Mr. Krabs, and Plankton: What have we done? Lily Plankton: I have the secret formula! This world is mine! Everyone: Grandma! Grandma! Grandma! Lily Plankton: Darling, why don't you toss the peasants a little something? Fred: My leg! Mr. Krabs: I'll take that, thank you very much. Safe and sound. Plankton: Happy birthday, Grandma. | Huh...Patrick? |
Patrick: Yeah? | Whaddya wanna do today? |
Patrick: I don't know. | Well, I guess we could play something. How about a yo--? |
Patrick: No. | Yo. Buried Treasure Board Game? |
Patrick: Nah. | Dollies? |
Patrick: Hm..... nope. No. Nope. Nope. Uh-uh. No. Nah. | How about this? |
Old Man Walker: Hello. Patrick: Uh-uh. | Hey, we could play with our Mermaid Man and Barnacle Boy action figures! Ew. Barnacle Boy's all chewed up. And slimy. |
Patrick: Yeah, that'll happen. | Ugh, there is just nothing to play with. |
Patrick: There's gotta be something we can do. Squidward: Ladda-de ladd-dum ladda-do... Hey! What are you doing in my house? | Hi, Squidward. Can you think of anything fun we can do? |
Patrick: Ugh. I'm so bored. There's gotta be something we can do! SpongeBob and Patrick: It's Coming? Oh, boy! ♪It's coming! It's coming! It's coming!♪ Patrick: Almost there! SpongeBob and Patrick: We're almost there! Patrick: Here it is! | Welcome to Bikini Bottom's newest... Toy store?! Ahhhhh! |
Patrick: Ohhhhh! | Oh yeah! |
SpongeBob and Patrick: Yeah! Whoooo! | Well, we're here. |
Patrick: But where's the toy store? | Well, I guess it's not open yet. |
Patrick: Not...open? Construction worker: What are you cryin' about? Patrick: We wanted to go to the toy store, but it's not open yet! Construction worker: Well, it's open now. Look! See? Feel better now? Patrick: Mm-hm. Construction worker: Then quit yer cryin' and get in there! | I got it. Patrick! Patrick, get up... |
Patrick: Uh, no thanks. I'm good down here. | Look. Wow! Patrick, look at that. |
Patrick: Wow. Steve the Cashier: Can I help you? | That depends. Tell me. Do you like to sing?! |
Steve: Oh, no. | Ahem! ♪La... |
Narrator: Several song-filled hours later... | ♪Toys! Glorious toys! La, la, la! Toys! Yeah!♪ Hey, Patrick. |
Patrick: Hey, SpongeBob. What’s with the tutu? | It's not a tutu! It's a man-tu! You can tell because it has extra support. I got the last one. |
Patrick: Uh-huh. Fish: Aaahhhhhhhhh! | What a great day! I hope it never ends! |
Patrick: Never! Voice on loudspeaker: Attention, shoppers, the store is now closed. Please exit immediately. Baby: But I don't wanna go! Timmy: Dad! I want it! No! Ah! | Aw. The store's closing. We'll have to leave now. |
Patrick: What part of never don't you understand? | Patrick, we have to leave. |
Patrick: Huh! I'm not moving. | But they'll just come and kick us out! |
Patrick: Not if we hide. | Hide? Isn't that kinda sneaky? |
Patrick: Oh, it's sneaky alright. Really sneaky. C'mon, haven't you always wanted to have a toy store all to yourself? | No. But I do now. What do we do first?! |
Patrick: We need to find a hiding spot where they'll never find us. And I know just the place. Guard worm: Security guard: Come on, boy. Let's go. The store is empty, so go ahead and lock 'er up, Frank. Steve: My name is Steve. Security guard: Whatever floats your boat, Frank. Patrick: The coast is clear. Push, SpongeBob! Push! Push, man, push! Okay, SpongeBob, gimme your hand. That's my boy. Brace yourself. | Thanks, pal. Well, we did it. Yay! |
Patrick: Yay! Oh, this is so awesome. | Nothing can ruin it! Patrick, is that you? |
Patrick: What? | I said, Is that you? |
Patrick: I can't hear you! It's too dark in here! Don't worry. I'll just use my Night Vision. | You have Night Vision? |
Patrick: Yeah. | How long have you had that? |
Patrick: Remember that flashlight I shoved up my ear? | Oh, yeah. |
Patrick: Well, I guess it worked its way into my brain. Shoot! The batteries are dead! It's dark... and scary! | Calm down, buddy. We just need to find a light switch. But ya have to put me down first. |
Patrick: Yeah. Right, SpongeBob. I let you down, we find the light switch, and everything turns all peachy! | Yes. |
Patrick: Look around you, SpongeBob! We're surrounded! | By... toys? |
Patrick: That...want...to...get us. | Gah! Eeeeeeee! |
SpongeBob and Patrick: Aaahhhhhh! Aaahhhh! . Patrick: Are we gonna hide in here for the rest of our lives? | No. |
Patrick: Are we going to the ladies’ room again? | No. We're going to fight back and we are going to win! |
SpongeBob and Patrick: . Patrick: That was fun! Now let's dress up like fairy princesses! . | Ready, Patrick? |
Patrick: Let's get some! SpongeBob and Patrick: Nothing can stop it! | It was nice knowin' ya, pal. |
Patrick: I know. I'm an interesting guy. SpongeBob and Patrick: Whew! | Patrick, don't! |
Patrick: What? SpongeBob and Patrick: Steve: The Toy Barrel is now open for business. Prepare for more fun than you've ever had. Kids: SpongeBob and Patrick: | My eyes! |
Patrick: With Neptune as my witness, may you never experience the unholy terrors that are inside that store. Hey, they're open! I love toys! Plankton: I surrender! Mr. Krabs: Eh? I wonder what form of trickery is up that miniature cyclops' sleeve this time. Alright, Plankton, I don't know what you're trying to pull on me, but I'll tell ya right now, it ain't going to work. Plankton: There's no pulling, Krabs. Can't you see my peace offering? Mr. Krabs: What is this? Ha-ha! Very funny, Plankton! But you're gonna have to do a lot better than taking a stab at my illiteracy to offend me. Plankton: Don't you get it, Krabs? I give up. I'm through competing with you! Mr. Krabs: But what about all those fevered attempts at trying to steal my Krabby Patty recipe? Plankton: Exactly! They've all been just attempts. And every single one a miserable failure. I can feel my arteries clogging up with anxiety just thinking about it. Let me show you something. Look at this place! Mr. Krabs: Criminy, Plankton, you ever heard of spring cleaning? Plankton: What's the point? Do you know when the last time I had a customer was? Mr. Krabs: Actually, I don't recall you ever having a customer. Plankton: Well, there he is. That's why I've decided to quit the restaurant business altogether, and turn the Chum Bucket into... this! Mr. Krabs: You want to turn your restaurant into a pile of junk? Plankton: No! These are knickknacks for the new gift shop I'm opening up. Mr. Krabs: Come on, this has got to be a joke, right? Plankton: I'm serious, Krabs. Soon, the Chum Bucket will be a nice little store for bric-a-brac and bubblegum. Mr. Krabs: All right, Plankton. But be aware, I'm not letting my guard down. Plankton: Guard away, my ex-enemy. I'll just be here starting my new competition-free career. | What's going on Mr. Krabs? |
Mr. Krabs: Plankton's concocting another hair-brained scheme to steal me recipe. So keep your eyes peeled. | Whatever you say, cap'n. |
Mr. Krabs: Now that's an employee who follows orders. What in blazes is that noise? Plankton: Ah, would you look at that? I have a feeling I'm going to like this new life of novelty items. Mr. Krabs: Uh-huh. Clever, Plankton! Two can play at this game. | Mr. Krabs, look at this cool knickknack I got at the Chumporium. |
Mr. Krabs: Hmm, I know there's a microphone or camera in here somewhere. | Uhh, Mr. Krabs, I really don't think there's anything weird in there. |
Mr. Krabs: Eh, we'll see about that. I'll just put this in here for safekeeping. You here that, Plankton?! Join your other friends from the past. Now nobody's getting to see anything. Don't you understand this is all part of his ruse. It's just cosmetic. He thinks he can take us out. But we'll show him. We're gonna out-fake the faker. Well, it looks like old Plankton is really going through with it. I guess we don't have to worry about him anymore. Yup, we sure whipped him this time. Okay, boys, the coast is clear. Plankton's turned over a new leaf. | That's some good news, Mr. Krabs. |
Mr. Krabs: It sure is, you little half-wit. And you know what else is good news? We can finally use that DJ system. Hit it, SpongeBob. | Right away, sir. |
Mr. Krabs: Let's party! Ow! I won! It's time to boogie. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah! Squidward: This is idiotic. Mr. Krabs: Dance or you're fired. Squidward: You got it, Mr. Krabs. Mr. Krabs: How do you like them apples, you little... Plankton: Come on, buddy, let's get some shut eye. We have a big day ahead of us at the Chumporium Gift Shop. Mr. Krabs: Wait a minute. What the...? Store shelves? Novelty toys? Lava lamps? Useless knickknacks? Very convincing. But I'm still not buying it. You want a battle, Plankton? I'm gonna give you a war. Plankton: Ah. A clean snow globe is a happy snow globe. Mr. Krabs: Plankton! You may have fooled everyone else, you might have even fooled yourself, but you ain't fooling me. Plankton: Oh, I get it. You caught me red-handed. Those were the days, huh Eugene? Mr. Krabs: Grr... Plankton: But I found there more to life than just trying to steal your formula. And I found it all right here in novelty items. Mr. Krabs: Bubkes. Plankton: Ah, Eugene. Stuck in your old ways. Mr. Krabs: Bubkes! If there's one thing certain in this world, it's that you can't resist me formula. You know you want it. Plankton: Thanks, but no. Mr. Krabs: A-ha, I knew it. It was all a trick to get me to hand over... Wait, did you say no? Plankton: Well, if you don't believe me, that's your problem not mine. Mr. Krabs: Problem?! I don't have a problem! You're the one with the problem! Look at this. It means nothing. It's all a facade, a hoax, a con, a front... ...a sham, a snow job... ...bologna with a side of flimflam and an order of Jive! SEE?! Who's the one with the problem?! Plankton: Look what you've done. This is my livelihood. Mr. Krabs: Sure it is. And this isn't the formula that you don't want. Come on, eh? Eh? Oop. Too slow. Plankton: Get out! Mr. Krabs: Oh, I get it. Stick to your guns, and eventually we'll all believe it. Soften us up and when our backs are turned, you'll make your move. Oops. Plankton: What's this? Hey, Krabs! Mr. Krabs: I knew you'd come back. Plankton: You forgot something. Can't you understand I've wasted so much time chasing after you? And now I have something that's mine. And it makes me happy. Mr. Krabs: I never thought I'd see the day. What happened to the invertebrate I used to know? Plankton! Plankton: Coming, coming. Yo. Mr. Krabs: Uh, Plankton? Plankton: Eugene? Mr. Krabs: Uh, hey. Plankton: Hey. Mr. Krabs: Listen, uh, I just wanted to...you know...apologize for my behavior today. Wasn't right what I done. And I realized I hurt the feelings of, uh, someone I care about. You still there? Plankton: Yes. I'm still here. Mr. Krabs: Heh, good. Uh...I want to make it up to you. What do you say we grab a soda? Plankton: Sure. Mr. Krabs: Glad you could make it, buddy. Plankton: So, what's this about, Krabs? Mr. Krabs: I figured since we're no longer archenemies, maybe, maybe we can start over. Plankton: Yes. Yes, I would like that very much. I guess I won. Mr. Krabs: Uh, I don't know about this, Plankton. Plankton: Oh, come on. Just fall back. Trust me, I'll catch you. Mr. Krabs: That was truly amazing, Plank, old buddy. I guess I really can trust you 100%. Plankton: Thanks, Eugene. That means a lot to me. Mr. Krabs: And just to prove it to you, I want you to have something. Plankton: Oh, no, no, come on now. No gifts. Mr. Krabs: No, no. I want you to have this. It's the secret formula. Plankton: I can't believe you would even think... Mr. Krabs: Things are different now. Honestly. It would mean a lot to me. Plankton: You...you're serious. Eugene, if I take this formula from you now, there will always be a hint of doubt. Mr. Krabs: Come on, take it. Plankton: You sure? Life is good, Krabs. Mr. Krabs: Sure is, buddy. Sure is. Plankton: Yeah, baby! This is it. Yeah! Whoo! I got it! I got it! My diabolical, extremely convoluted plan worked! I should've been a politician. Mr. Krabs: I'd never give you the formula. I fooled you with an even more convoluted charade. | Get up, Patrick! It's time! |
Patrick: Time for what? | The big shin-dig! Remember? |
Patrick: No, besides, I don't really think my shins should be involved. They're a bit flabby today. | That's shin dig, buddy. We're spending the day at the beach in the honor of our best friendship. |
Patrick: The beach! Just you and me!? So am I ready for the beach, SpongeBob? | Uhhh... Sure. A little sunscreen and I'm sure you'll be fine! I'm spending the whole day at the beach with my best friend. |
Guy on Bus: You're hurting me! | Guess what? |
Person in front of him (Harold): What? | I'm going to the beach with my best friend! Ooohhhh buuusss drrrivvver! |
Bus driver: What? | Okay, out of everybody on this bus, guess which one is my best friend? |
Bus driver: I don't care. | You know what this situation calls for. Patrick! A few verses of the best friend tune! ♪Ohhhh best fr-♪ Hey! Wait! This is not our stop! Oh, how are we going to get to the beach now, Patrick? We don't even know where we are. |
Patrick: I knew it! We've been abandoned! | No! No! Patrick! No one is ever going to find us out here! |
Volleyball player: A little help, bro? | Look, Patrick! We made it! Hey best friend? Check this out! It's a small plastic disc that you throw! |
Patrick: Small plastic disc that you throw! I love to play... small plastic disc that you throw! | I do, too, buddy. If only small plastic disc that you throw had a shorter, catchier name. |
Patrick: Ohhh...hmmm... How about small plastic disc that you toss!? | Perfect! Now run along, Patrick, and I'll toss it to you! |
Patrick: Ha ha ha ha. | Ready?! |
Nat: Ha ha ha! That's why they call it a sandwich! Patrick: I caught it! Wasn't that cool, SpongeBob? Life Guard: I can assure you, that was not cool! Just look at what you've done! Your buffoonery has destroyed the lifeguard tower! Why don't you find something to do that's less obnoxious? Patrick: Like what? Life Guard: I don't know, go play in the sand or something! Patrick: Well, I don't know. Playing with the sand sounds pretty boring. | Nonsense, Patrick. There are plenty of fun things to do in the sand. We can draw, or practice our cursive writing, or... |
Patrick: Boring, SpongeBob, boring! | I know, we can make sand castles! |
Patrick: That sounds un-boring! | No one's ever been annoyed by a sand castle. Nothing quite like the joy of sand castling, eh, buddy? How ya doing over there? |
Patrick: Everything's dandy in Patrick's Kingdom. | Oh, a structure like that can't protect a king and his subjects. Here, let me help you. First, you should start all over. |
Patrick: Whoa! What are you doing!? You destroyed my castle! | I'm just trying to help, buddy! |
Patrick: Well, I don't need any help. Patrick's Architect: Here are those architectural plans you requested. Patrick: Why thank you. Here's a little something for you. | Well, I suppose I should just tend to the affairs of my own realm. And I'll start by making a queen to rule by your side. |
Patrick: Now, we're even! | All right, Patrick, have it your way. You keep to your territory and I'll keep to mine. |
Patrick: Now, this'll show SpongeBob that he's not the only one who can build a castle! Let's see SpongeBob destroy this castle! | I better build a wall just in case King Pinky gets any funny ideas. Oh, sir, you built onto my side. |
Patrick: So? | So, you don't do that! There! That restores the integrity of our shared border. |
Patrick: You tyrant! You've done it again! I'll show you what for! | But what for what!? |
Patrick: Now, we're even... again! | Okay, Patrick, I can accept that. No more destruction from this point forward, okay? Okay, back to square one again. I hereby propose a non-aggression treaty to end hostilities between our two kingdoms. Patrick, by signing this historic armistice you have brought peace to our lands. May your kingdom prosper! Well that went well! What are you doing!? What about the treaty!? |
Patrick: This treaty isn't worth the sand it's printed on! | Oh, is that so!? Well, if you think you can take down this castle, my answer is bring it on! Patrick, I'm trying to be the nice guy here, okay? Let's call this silly business off. |
Patrick: No way! You started it. | Fine! Have it your way. |
Patrick: Whatever. No no no no no. Oh hello! And goodbye. | Come on! How do you like them apples? |
Patrick: You'll never win! Do you hear me!? | Uh huh... mmm hmm. Well put, general! We'll create a surprise military diversion and break through enemy lines. What say you? Yes! We'll ready ourselves immediately! How do you like me now? |
Patrick: I like you this much! Feel me! | Patrick... Patrick! Are you okay!? |
Patrick: The question is... will you be!? No fair! | All is fair in love and war my friend slash enemy, or should I say, my friend-enemy!? Now let's have some real fun! |
Beach Onlooker: What was that!? Come on, we got to get out of here! Patrick: Oh, yeah? Two can play at this game! | Jumping jellyfish! WHOA! |
Patrick: I wasn't going to do this, but you've left me no choice. Gryphon: Let's beat it, dude! | Ohhhh. |
Patrick: Ohhhh. What happened? | I'll tell you what happened, Patrick... I got carried away. |
Patrick: Me, too...was it worth it? | No, no, it wasn't. What started out as a fun dream turned into a horrible, brutal, nightmare. As the winds of time changed the silvery sands of these dunes to a new landscape, so let us hope that our own winds of change will change our spiritual dunes to a landscape of peace. Oh buddy, let's never forget this lesson. |
Lifeguard: Let's also not forget who's going to clean this place up. SpongeBob & Patrick: Oooh, uhhhh, ahhhh... Lifeguard: Better get started! You've got a lot of work to do. Patrick: I bet I can clean up faster than you! | Oh yeah? I bet you can't! |
Patrick: Yes, I can! | No, I can! |
Patrick: Oh, I can! | I can! |
Patrick: Hey, look at this! Squidward: Closing time. The happiest time of the day! | Closing time. The saddest time of the day! Huh? It's a Krabby Patty. Eww... It's cold and hard. This could have rolled under there years ago. There, there, little one, your journey is almost over. |
Mr. Krabs: What happened? Someone tried to throw away a patty! Pinch-o-matic: Pinch-o-matic has saved you 5.2 cents. | But, Mr. Krabs, I found that under the grill. |
Mr. Krabs: And tomorrow, a customer will find it under his bun. | But it's old and cold. And so very full of mold. |
Mr. Krabs: You're not to make another Patty until that one is sold. Understand? Narrator: The next day... | Order up, Squidward. |
Squidward: Hooray. Uh... SpongeBob, can I get one with less... fog? | Sorry, Squidward. Mr. Krabs' orders. |
Squidward: Whatever. Here you are, sir. One Krabby Patty. Mr. Krabs: I don't understand! We haven't had a customer in weeks! I wonder if it's the new placemats? Squidward: What? Placemats?! Have you lost your mind? It's that old Patty you keep trying to sell to everybody! It's gone bad. Mr. Krabs: Gone bad? That's nonsense! Bring it here, SpongeBob. Uh, why is it in a cage? | Because it growled at me. |
Mr. Krabs: You two would have never have lasted in the navy. Let's see how bad you are. No... no... Stay... Thatta girl! There, there. See? Good enough to eat. Oh, look, an ambulance. Now, then... SpongeBob? | Yes, Mr. Krabs? |
Mr. Krabs: Make sure you wrap up that Patty. I'm not finished with it yet! Purple Doctorfish: Well, Mr. Krabs, you gave us quite the scare. Mr. Krabs: So I'm gonna be okay, doc? Purple Doctorfish: Well, if you don't want to take my word for it, let's just check your chart. Let's see here. Hmmm... oh, no! Oh no, this is terrible! Mr. Krabs: Everything okay, doc? Purple Doctorfish: Don't touch me! Mr. Krabs: That's not a good sign. Flying Dutchman: Har, har har har har har har har har har! Mr. Krabs: Oh, no, it's the Flying Dutchman! Flying Dutchman: Eugene Krabs, your time has come. Mr. Krabs: I'm not Eugene Krabs, I'm, uhh, Harold. Harold, uhh... Flower! Flying Dutchman: Oh, sorry. I must have the wrong room. Excuse me, nurse? Nurse: Yes? Flying Dutchman: I'm looking for Eugene Krabs. Nurse: Oh, he's in that room right there. Flying Dutchman: No, that's Harold Flower's room. Nurse: Harold Flower? Flying Dutchman: So, Krabs, you thought you could fool the Flying Dutchman? Mr. Krabs: What do you want from me? Flying Dutchman: I'm here to escort you to the resting place of all bad undersea folk: Davy Jones' locker! Mr. Krabs: Davy Jones' locker?! Why do I have to go there? I'm not a bad crab! Flying Dutchman: Ah, but you were cheap, and being cheap is a terrible thing. Next stop, Davy Jones' locker! Here we are. Mr. Krabs: Blec! Why does it smell so foul? Flying Dutchman: Davy Jones works out a lot. These are his socks. Get in! Mr. Krabs: Oh, please, Mr. Dutchman, I don't wanna go in there! I'll do anything! Please, give me another chance! Flying Dutchman: Come on, Krabs, show a little dignity. Mr. Krabs: Mommy! Flying Dutchman: Alright, alright, stop your crying. I'll give you another chance, but you must always be generous, never cheap. Mr. Krabs: You have me word as a sailor. Squidward: Mr. Krabs' nose hair clippers. I could use these. | Squidward, you shouldn't be going through Mr. Krabs' belongings. He won't like it! |
Squidward: SpongeBob, I told you what the doctor said. Mr. Krabs isn't coming back. Now, keep quiet so I can hear the tumblers in his safe. Mr. Krabs: Hey, boys! | Mr. Krabs, I knew it! You're alive! Squidward, look, it's Mr. Krabs! Isn't this too good to be true? |
Squidward: Well, it was. Mr. Krabs: You know, boys, being sick made me do a lot of thinking. My whole life has been about money. Saving money, collecting money, touching money... Well, you get the picture. But no more. You're looking at the new, improved, non-cheap Mr. Krabs. Welcome all, welcome! Hello, little one. What you got there? Monroe: A Krabby Patty. Mr. Krabs: Of course, you do! You know what that means, right? Monroe: I don't go hungry? Mr. Krabs: No, silly! It means free toy! Monroe: Gee, thanks Mr. Krabs. I thought you were a cheap, old tightwad. Mr. Krabs: I was, son, I was. Free toys for everyone! And free refills! Hello, boy! Say, where's Squidward? | Oh, he's taking one of those break things in your office, I mean, the 'employee lounge'. |
Mr. Krabs: Great! Martha: Excuse me, but I dropped my Krabby Patty. Could I get another one? Mr. Krabs: SpongeBob? | Yes sir. Krusty Krab policy clearly states that once the burger has reached the customer, it is his/her responsibility... |
Mr. Krabs: SpongeBob! That's the old policy. Now run back and bring out a fresh one. | Aye, aye, sir. |
Mr. Krabs: Sorry about the confusion. Free toy? Squidward: Eugene, my man. Mr. Krabs: Squidward! How's the break coming? Squidward: Should be over in a couple of hours. Have SpongeBob send back a patty and an iced-tea, will you? Mr. Krabs: Sure thing, Squidward. Take it easy. Are you enjoying your in-meal movie? Harold: This movie hasn't even been in the theaters yet! Mr. Krabs: No expense spared for my valued customers. Look at all those happy faces. It sure does feel good to be generous. Squidward: Here's your mail, Eugene. Mr. Krabs: Thanks, Squidward. You look rested. Squidward: Yeah, these naps at work are doing wonders for me. Mr. Krabs: Credit card bills. Well, I knew this was coming. Let's see what the damage is. Only ten thousand dollars. That's not so bad. I'll just subtract it from today's profit. And...there's no money in here. How delightful. | Squidward, I'm worried about Mr. Krabs. |
Squidward: Me, too. How are we gonna get paid? Gee, Mr. Krabs, you sure are taking total bankruptcy well. Mr. Krabs: Oh, it's just a bad dream. I'll wake up soon. Squidward: Uh... dream? Mr. Krabs: Sure. I'm still in the hospital sleeping like a baby! | Umm, you checked out of the hospital this morning. |
Squidward: Here's the bill. Mr. Krabs: You mean... I'm awake? No more refills! Give me back them toys, you freeloaders! Show's over, cheapskate! Nathiel Waters: Hey, it's my lucky day, a penny! Mr. Krabs: Your luck just ran out! Nathiel Waters: Hey man, ease back, you're crushing my arm. Mr. Krabs: Unhand that penny, or the arm comes off. Flying Dutchman: A-ha! That little display of parsimonious penny pinching just earned you a nice little spot in Davy Jones' locker... For eternity! Mr. Krabs: I'm not cheap, I'm generous! Squidward: You almost tore a man's arm off for a penny. Mr. Krabs: Thanks, Squidward, I knew I could count on you. Well, a deal's a deal. Let's go. | Wait just a burger-flipping second! |
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