rqchao/spongebob · Datasets at Hugging Face

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Mr. Krabs: Didn't I tell you not to go near those hooks?	Umm...no. I mean yes! Yes, you told me not to go near them!
Mr. Krabs: Well, you weren't playing on those hooks, were you, laddie?	Of course not. I mean, not exactly. I mean yes! YES I DID IT! I admit it! Oh, Mr. Krabs! I'm so ashamed! I mean, look at me. I'm hooked!
Mr. Krabs: Hmmm, it's in there pretty deep.	What am I gonna do?
Mr. Krabs: There's only one thing to do, boy.	Oh no, Mr. Krabs. I can't take off my pants. Not in front of all these girls! D’oh, okay! I'm taking 'em off. I'm taking 'em off. There.
Mr. Krabs: Uhh... lad?	Oh no. Oh no, no, no, Mr. Krabs! I can't do it. Anything but that!
Mr. Krabs: I understand. You were a good little fry cook, SpongeBob. But, we'll find another. Hopefully one that will listen to ol' Mr. Krabs.	Oh, Mr. Krabs! I'll listen! I promise! Please save me, Mr. Krabs! I promise I'll be good! Whew!
Pearl: Oooh, look! It's SpongeBob NUDIE Pants! Squidward: Well, that was more of SpongeBob than I needed to see. Mr. Krabs: Mr. Squidward, that was some fine angling. Do you think the lad has learned his lesson? Squidward: Oh, I think he'll remember this for a long time. I know I will.	The pants! The underwear!
Patrick: Hellllo? Does somebody have a can opener? Narrator: Welcome aboard. If you're watching this video, then let me be the first to say: Congratulations. You've recently been hired in the Krusty Krab and this is your first official day of training.	Can I make a Krabby Patty now?
Narrator: Oh no, you've got a lot to learn before you're ready to make a Krabby Patty. As you can see by this graph... ahem graph. You have been employed in one of the most successful restaurants in Bikini Bottom. But it didn't get that way over night... because the store closes at 6. No, the story of the Krusty Krab is the story of one man's hard work, perseverance, vision, determination and sweat. But mostly his sweat. From Humble Beginnings. You may think that Mr. Eugene H. Krabs, owner and founder of Krusty Krab Inc., has always been the financial wizard he is today. And you're right! After the war, Krabs stayed secluded in a deep depression that seemed endless. But then his luck changed when he acquired a bankrupt retirement home and with a few minor alterations, the Krusty Krab was born! Baby: waahh waahh Narrator: Sounds like a lot of... Hoopla fish: Hoopla! Narrator: Sounds like a lot of... Hoopla fish: Hoopla! Narrator: Sounds like a... Hoopla fish: Hoopla! HOOPLA! Narrator: Sounds like a lot of hoopla to make over a little Krabby Patty, right? Haha, wrong! The Krusty Krab today. To keep up with today's demanding customers, no expense has been spared to acquire all the latest achievements in fast-food technology. Mr. Krabs: This here's an advanced patty-control mechanism. Here you can see our automated money-handling system. Don't touch! These are high-quality beverage temperature devices. Imported. This here's a prototype liquid transfer machine. And most importantly, You get your state-of-the-art condiment-dispersal units. Now, are you gonna buy something or just stand there cause there's a standing fee. Narrator: All of this modernization seems a little overwhelming, doesn't it? Well luckily for you, Mr. Krabs fear of robot overlords keeps the balance of technology in check. But if modernization is the heart of the Krusty Krab, then employees are the liver and gallbladder. Let's see if you got what it takes. Hmmm, poised, confident, and a smile that says, Hello world! May I take your order? You've got the makings of a good employee, Mr. SquarePants. But for every good employee, there is one who is not so good. Let's see, inattentive, impatient, a glazed look in the eyes. Look carefully at the I Really Wish I Weren't Here Right Now! button. There's a name for employees like this, but we'll call him Squidward. Squidward: I'm getting paid overtime for this, right Mr. Krabs? Mr. Krabs: Sorry, can't hear you! Narrator: Training.	Does this mean I get to make a Krabby Patty now?
Narrator: No, you can't make a Krabby Patty without understanding the phrase POOP.	POOP?
Narrator: Once you understand POOP, you'll understand your place at the Krusty Krab. But what does POOP mean? It's actually a carefully organized code. Watch closely. People Order Our Patties.	Oh, POOP!
Narrator: Looks like Mr. SquarePants understands POOP. Here's a typical customer. I wonder what he wants. Well, if we just remember POOP, we can figure it out. Harold: I'd like to order- Narrator: Do you think he's going to order: A: A sofa, B: An expensive haircut, or C: A patty? Harold: One patty please. Narrator: Ah, POOP! You never let us down! Now that you understand POOP, I bet you think you're ready to make a Krabby Patty.	Krabby Patty!
Narrator: Ha-ha! Not so fast, Eager McBeaver. We haven't even talked about: Personal Hygiene. Every employee at the Krusty Krab must comply with a strict set of personal hygiene guidelines. Okay, Mr. SquarePants, are you ready to prepare for your shift? A good employee always washes himself thoroughly. Be sure to get under those fingernails. And don't forget about the knuckles. And make sure those palms are squeaky clean. All right, let's see those hands! Now that's thorough, HAHA. After making sure your boots are polished, your face is clear of any blemishes or boils, and your hair is neat and tidy, you are ready to start the day! Now let's see how Squidward prepares for his shift. REMEMBER, NO EMPLOYEE WANTS TO BE A SQUIDWARD. Now that you're clean and hygienic, I bet you think you're ready to make that Krabby Patty.	I'm ready! I'm ready!! I'm ready!! I'm ready!!!
Narrator: Whoa there! We have a few more topics to cover first. Your Work Station. It's important to keep your area tidy and free of droppings. But a clean workstation is only part of the job. To make the vision in your head a reality, you'll need supplies. And a good employee always keeps his supplies well-organized. Very nice, Mr. SquarePants, not a pickle out of place. Now let's see how Squidward keeps his work station. Squidward: Huh? Oh! Narrator: Don't worry, Squidward, Mr. SquarePants can cover for you. Now that your workstation is up and running, perhaps you think you're ready to make the world-famous Krabby Patty. Calm down. There's plenty of time left. We have to make sure you're ready for the psychological aspect of the job: Interfacing with your Boss.	Mr. Krabs, can I have a raise?
Mr. Krabs: No. Narrator: Good job, Mr. SquarePants.	Can I make a Krabby Patty now-
Narrator: Now we go from behind the scenes to the front lines, where we'll examine the most important aspect of the industry, the customer. Or as we like to say, the Krustomer! Patrick: Who said that? Are you a ghost? Narrator: Like precious, precious blood in an animal, customers are what makes the Krusty Krab strong and alive. Patrick: Squidward, your ceiling is talking to me. Squidward: Are you going to order something or just make friends with the paneling? Patrick: Uhh... I'll have an uhh... uhh... uhh... ah... Huh? What's that? Squidward: Patrick, go be stupid somewhere else. Narrator: Ah-ah-ah, Squidward, remember what Mr. Krabs says. Mr. Krabs: The money is always right! Patrick: The ceiling is right, Squidward. You're not a very good employee. Squidward: Fine! May I please take your order? Patrick: I'll have uhh... uhhhh... Narrator: We'll check up on these two later. Right now, it's important that we discuss an Emergency Situation! Like the lost gold of Atlantis, many consider the Krabby Patty to be a treasure. And as with every treasure, there's a thief ready to steal it. So it's up to you to be the watchful eyes of... What's this? It's Mr. Krabs business rival, Plankton! Plankton: Eat my microscopic dust, Krabs! Your secret formula is finally mine! Narrator: He's stealing the formula! What are you going to do, Mr. SquarePants?! Plankton: You'll never catch me, Krabs! Not after I switch into MAXIMUM OVERDRIVE! Hi-ya! I knew I should've gotten the turbo. Hear me, Krabs! You'll take this Krabby Patty from me when you pry it from my cold, dead... Felicitations, malefactors! I am encountering my minions. And I know just how to speak their language- Narrator: And so, another emergency is avoided, thanks to Mr. SquarePants. Let's check in on Squidward again. Psst, Squidward. Squidward: Huh? Narrator: Just remember: POOP. Squidward: Patrick, if I could make a suggestion. Why don't you just order a Krabby Patty? Patrick: Great idea, Squidward! One Krabby Patty, please. Squidward: Will that be for here or to go? Patrick: Uhhh... Narrator: Hang in there, Squidward, it's all part of the job. Now that you've learned the basics of your training, it's time for the moment you've been waiting for. Da-da-da-da-da-da-daa, Da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-daa, Da-da-da-da-da-da-daa Da-da-da-la-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-daa, Da-da-da-da-da-da-da-daa, tssshh Da-da-da-da-da-da-da-daa-da-da-da-da-daa, Ti-ta-ti-ti-ta-ti-ti-ta-ta-ta-la-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-da-la-ba-ba-ba-ba-da-la-ba-ba-baa, Ti-ta-ti-li-ta-ti-li-ti-taa, Ti-ta-ti-li Ti-ta-ti-li-ta-ti-li-ta-ti-li-ta-ti-li-ta-ti-li-ti-ta-ti-ti-ta-ti-ti-taaaaa. Preparing the Krabby Patty! At the center of every great dynasty is the crown jewel, which keeps it alive and thriving! For the Krusty Krab, this is the Krabby Patty. And now you, the humble employee of the industry, the all too necessary human resource that keeps this business afloat will earn the sacred and dark secrets of how to prepare with your very own hands... the sumptuous, the lip moistening, spine tingling, heart stopping pleasure center that is the Krabby Patty! Are you ready? Are you sure? Okay! The secret formula is- Squidward: One Krabby Patty for table two. SpongeBob, I don't have the whole day.	Oui, oui. Un Krabby Patty, Monsieur. First, les patty.
Squidward: Come on, SpongeBob!	Next, les ingredients. Ah, oui! Les mustard.
Squidward: Les quit fooling around, where's my Krabby Patty?	Les hold on a second! And voila! It's under your nose!
Squidward: You're killing me, SpongeBob! Ha ha ha... you really are. .	Look at it, Squidward. Mr. Krabs' gift to all of Bikini Bottom -- the Krabby Patty..
Squidward: Okay, give it to me. Come on SpongeBob, stop it!	I swear I'm not doing anything. Mr. Krabs! The Krabby Patty is haunted!
Mr. Krabs: Avast, ye patty pirate! This is no ghost. This is... Plankton! Stealing me booty! Plankton: Hear me, Krabs! When I discover your formula for Krabby Patties, I'll run you out of business! I went to college! Hey! Let me go! Mr. Krabs: Oh, I'll let you go, squirt. On a flying saucer! Back to the Chum Bucket with you! Plankton: You'll pay for this, Krabs!	Uh... Plankton, sir?
Mr. Krabs: Aye, he's been trying to steal me secret formula for years, but you haven't got it yet, have ye, bug? Okay. Enough, lad, it wasn't that funny. Get back to work!	Okay, Mr. Krabs, see you tomorrow!
Mr. Krabs: Good night, me boy! Plankton: Psst... young man. Yes, over here. Come on, boy, a little closer. Closer... Not that close! You blasted barnacle head! I mean... hi.	Plankton? What do you want?
Plankton: I just want to talk. You could say we're friends, right?	Um... no.
Plankton: Acquaintances?	No.
Plankton: Well, we're both invertebrates, aren't we?	I... guess so.
Plankton: You see? Everything works out. I have something for you. I've been keeping it in my secret compartment. Ching! Sparkle, sparkle.	Wow! A golden spatula! And it's even got my name on it.
Plankton: It's a gift! A gift from a friend. Friends give each other gifts, and tomorrow is my birthday. And you know what I'd like more than anything in the whole wide world? .	A booster seat?
Plankton: Booster seat? Hot dog! I mean, no. What I want for my birthday from you, my friend, is one of those tender... delicious... Krabby Patties!	You just want to be friends so you can get your hands on a Krabby Patty! And I bet it's not even your birthday tomorrow!
Plankton: Gee, and I thought you were stupid.	You'll never get a Krabby Patty from me! Even if we are friends! Never, never, never, never!
Plankton: Oh, I'll get a Krabby Patty and you're gonna hand-deliver it to me personally! You weak-minded fool!	Good night, Gary.
Plankton: SpongeBob, you will be mine! Woman in the recording: ♪Letters of the alphabet, A-B-C...♪ Plankton: It should be in here... but where? Where? Oh... This will be the beginning of the end! Ouch! Stupid brain... Come back here, you swine! That's it, brain, you're going down! Yes, yes, that's grand. And now, for my very elaborate and college-educated plan. And now, it's time for a little wakey-uppy.	Morning already? I... I feel a little funny today.
Plankton: I have you now!	Time for a well-balanced breakfast. This isn't what I had in mind. Let me just grab my pants. I guess I'm not wearing any pants today. I guess I'm not using the door either. See you later, Gary! ...I guess. You're right, Gary! There is something wrong with me! Squidward! Squidward! Wake up! I need some help! Squidward! Help!
Squidward: Be quiet, SpongeBob!	Help!
Squidward: SpongeBob! What are you doing? I'm talking to you! SpongeBob! SpongeBob, are you mad? Plankton: Shut your mouth, you mediocre clarinet player. Squidward: Mediocre? Plankton: You pretentious, little insignificant artist. Your snivelly creations are worth less than a protozoan's waste!	Something must be wrong with my brain! Plankton! What kind of friend are you?
Plankton: Nonsense. You never liked me, anyway. You wouldn't even come to my birthday party!	Get out of my head! Leave my brain alone!
Plankton: Never! Never! Toot toot! How about a little take-out?	No! No, never! You can't fool me, Plankton, you want the Krabby Patty formula!
Plankton: You are going to hand-deliver it to me personally!	No, no, no! There's no one here.
Plankton: Don't remind me. Brace yourself, SpongeBob. This is my lab! And this is my laboratory! And did I ever show you my record player?	I must fight!
Plankton: No, no, no, no. There, you see how much easier it is when you help, friend? How do you like my analyzer? It tells the ingredients of whatever I put into it. Karen Plankton: Seaweed: 50% Sea, 50% Weed. Plankton: Impressed? Now let's reveal that secret formula. And this little piggy brought home a Krabby Patty. This little piggy will help me drop it in. Any last words, SpongeBob SecretPants?	I just have to say I'm sorry I let Mr. Krabs down. I let all of Bikini Bottom down. But worst of all, I let you down, you delicate little Krabby Patty.
Plankton: Mmm...	With your tasty, juicy, scrumptious, warm, steamy goodness.
Plankton: Steamy...	I'll never forget your 100% all-secret patty, secretly assembled with undersea cheese, pickles, lettuce, tomato, onion, all secretly steamed between two fluffy seaweed-sea buns.
Plankton: Yes... yes... yes! Come to papa! Oh, boy... Karen: Plankton: 1% evil, 99% hot gas. Plankton: Well, this stinks.	Well, patty, I guess we can go home now.
Plankton: SpongeBob, that's my Krabby Patty! Give it back, you porous freak! I command you! My patty! Nooooo! I'll settle for some fries. Band Member #1: Man, this is gonna be our most rocking tour, ever. Band Member #2: Yeah. Ned: Hey, dudes, check out the debut of my new look. Band Member #1: Whoa, what's that on your head? Band Member #3: Yeah, is that a wig or a pile of toilet paper? Ned: C'mon, guys, give it a chance. Band Member #2: Let me try it on. Ned: Hey, you've revealed my shiny dome! Band Member #2: Hot potato. Catch! Ned: Give it back, man! Band Member #2: If you want it, you gotta catch it, dude. Band Member #1: Oops. Ned: Ah! Oh, man, my beautiful wig!	I'm ready! I'm rea... Ah, what is this? Curly tresses, poofy texture, itchy scalp... it's a wig! Hi, Patrick. How do you like my new wig?
Patrick: I'll save you.	Pa... trick... what are... you doing?
Patrick: I'm saving you from that brain-eating alien that's attacking your... ...head!	Patrick, the only thing attacking me is you!
Patrick: Oh, sorry.	It's okay. Why did you do that?
Patrick: Well, I thought it was a new type of cotton candy you wear on your head.	Well, it's not, but that is an excellent idea.
Patrick: Then what is it?	It's my new look. I'm wearing a wig.
Patrick: A wig? Oh, boy. Don't you think that's a little silly? Oh, man, it's time for my weekly condiment soak. Do you mind? Fish #1: Nice wig.	Thanks. I am very fashionable today.
Tina: Hey, SquareFashion, nice couture.	Why, thank you.
Pilar: So then... Huh...? Peterson: Nice do, SpongeBob. Pilar: Yeah, where can I get one? Sally: Whoa. That wig really suits you.	Hi, Squidward!
Squidward: Who? What? Where? What? How?	Notice anything different about me today, Squidward? Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh? ...Huh?
Squidward: Nope.	I'm wearing a wig.
Squidward: Oh yeah, how could I have missed it?	Can you believe I found it lying around in the street?
Squidward: Umm...maybe.	If you want to, after work, we can go look for a wig for you.
Squidward: I can't wait.	Wig away! Order up, Squidward.
Squidward: Mr. Krabs! I've served a lot of junk here, but a hair patty? Mr. Krabs: SpongeBob!	Yes, Mr. Krabs?
Mr. Krabs: What in Davy Jones' locker is on your head, son?	Oh, that's my new wig, Mr. Krabs.
Mr. Krabs: Well, take it off. The hair's getting into the patties.	Take it off? But I can't, Mr. Krabs. My wig makes everyone so happy.
Mr. Krabs: Happy?	Ever since I've been wearing it, everyone I see gets a big grin on their face.
Mr. Krabs: I can imagine.	Oh, please let me keep it, Mr. Krabs.
Sandy: There you are, SpongeBob. Are you ready for karate prac...tice?	I see you've noticed my new wig. Pretty impressive, huh?
Sandy: Wig's... uh great...SpongeBob.	Glad you like it. I'll see you later, Sandy. Two krabby patties and a side order of looking good.
Frank: Nice wig. Abigail: Like to keep in style, huh?	You know it.
Francis: Off to meet the queen, Sir Nerdlaroy?	Uh, the name's SpongeBob and no, I am not meeting royalty. You must be referring to my regal appearance. Thank you all for your kind words. I wish I could give you such nice wigs.
Jimmy: How 'bout a little off the top? Tom: Yeah, your wig is big enough to go around.	This isn't good. Everyone's getting jealous. Squidward, I'll be hiding in the kitchen if you need me.
Squidward: Hide your shame, SpongeBob. Hide your shame. Record Producer: Well, well, well, Ned and the Needlefish. You're fired. Band: Fired?! Band Member #2: But why? Record Producer: Ask Baldy McBalderson over here. Band: Ned! Band Member #2: Good going, dude. Ned: I can't help not having hair! Band Member #3: When we formed this band, it was for one reason and one reason only: to make a lot of money. And you not having hair is getting in the way of that! Record Producer: We are selling records, not denture cream! Either you come back with hair, or don't come back at all! Mr. Krabs: Time to go home, boys.	Almost finished. See, Squidward, it's functional, too.
Squidward: It's about as functional as your brain.	Thank you, Squidward.
Squidward: That wasn't a compliment! The entire town is laughing at you!	I don't understand.
Squidward: Just look at yourself.	Hello, handsome. Sss.
Squidward: SpongeBob, your head is twice as large as before!	Hmmm, I've never been tall before.
Squidward: That wig is infested with parasites!	That tickles!
Squidward: Can't you see how ridiculous you look?	I think that it looks cool.
Mr. Krabs: Hahahaha! You wouldn't know cool if I locked you in the freezer!	For your information, Mr. Krabs, Squidward has locked me in the freezer, so I think I know what cool is.
Mr. Krabs: Well, stop wearing that nasty thing to work!	But, Mr. Krabs...
Mr. Krabs: No buts!	So I can't have a wig or a butt?
Mr. Krabs: No, SpongeBob, it means until you get rid of that wig, get your butt outta here! Sandy: I never got a chance to talk to SpongeBob yesterday. I was laughing too hard. SpongeBob? Huh?	Hi, Sandy. What do you think?
Sandy: We need to talk.	Why would I want to get rid of my wig? Look at how happy it makes everybody.
Sandy: Well, it does attract a lot of attention.	I know. People just can't keep their eyes off of me.
Sandy: Neither can I, SpongeBob. Martha: It's true, John, this isn't my real hair! I stole it!	Oops. Pardon me. Excuse me. Pardon me. Pardon me. and SpongeBob trips over it. SpongeBob gets his wig stuck in some cheese on the floor. Get sunstuck but a soda is still in the wig] Hey, the wig broke my fall! Mmm, popcorn. Ah, you always come through for me.
Dale: Hey buddy, do you mind?	Shhh! It's very rude to talk during a movie!
Sandy: Well, they can't. Look, your stupid wig is blocking the whole screen. All: Fish #1: Take it off, Jerk!; Fish #2: Hey!; Fish #3: Hey! Down in front!; Fish #4: Take the wig off!	People, return your attention to the movie. I know my wig is glamorous and exciting but there is no need to start a riot.
Frank: I told you that movie was terrible. Sandy: Now do you see what I'm saying, SpongeBob?	I guess you're right, Sandy. I got so much enjoyment out of the wig, myself, I assumed everyone else did, too.
Sandy: It's time to be strong.	I know. I just want you to know that even though I didn't know you existed a few days ago, I can't imagine life without you!
Sandy: Hurry up, SpongeBob.	No matter what they say, you'll always be cool to me. I'll never accessorize again.
Sandy: You did the right thing, SpongeBob. Ned: Where am I gonna get some hair? My career is ruined. Ruined! Can it be? It is! My wig. Yes! Victory is mine.	Wigs. Wigs, wigs, they're everywhere.
Debbie: Oh, he's got your hair. Shubie: Thank you. Patrick: SpongeBob.	Patrick! At least he's not wearing a wig.
Patrick: Look at my new wig.	Everyone's wearing wigs! Everyone! I'm starting to feel a little betrayed. Hey, you made fun of me yesterday. I thought powdered wigs were uncool.
Fish #1: Yeah, they were. But look...	Wow. Ned and the Needlefish wearing my wig. So, I was cool before anyone else?
Fish #1: Yes, you were. But not anymore. See ya!	I wish I had a wig.
Patrick: Don't be sad, SpongeBob. You can borrow one of mine. Just wash it before you return it. Mr. Krabs: Don't cry, love. Daddy's going to make it all right. Calm down, girl!	Mr. Krabs, what's wrong with Pearl?
Mr. Krabs: Her scurvy prom date stood her up, boy, and now, she can't seem to find another. Pearl: That's because there's only one fish in the sea that's long, tan and handsome as he is. And that's him! Mr. Krabs: No, no, baby, no more crying. We'll get you a date. Why, uhh... I'll take ya! Well, what about Squidward? Mr. Krabs: Wait, wait. Here, take SpongeBob! Pearl: Ahh! the fry cook? Do you know what that would do to my complexion? People would mistake me for a planetarium. Mr. Krabs: What do you mean? Pearl: I don't know. But I can't take him, daddy! They'll kick me off the most frequently pictured in the yearbook committee. Mr. Krabs: Yeah, they would. We've got to find someone else. Listen up! Which one of you lucky lubbers wants to take me lovely daughter Pearl to the prom? Pearl: Just don't be late, SpongeBob. Mr. Krabs: Now listen, boy, I'm-a counting on you to make this a very special night for a very special girl. Remember, you're doing it for good old Mr...	Oh, hi, Mr. Krabs! Are you talking to that dummy I made? It's pretty realistic isn't it? I made this part out of...
Mr. Krabs: Never mind that, boy! You're taking Pearl to her prom!	Really? Oh, wow! Don't worry, Mr. Krabs, I am a prom expert! Oh, Gary, I'm a prom failure. I couldn't even get a date for my own junior prom.
Gary: Meow.	No, that was Patrick who brought his mom. Besides, how am I supposed to compare with Pearl's old boyfriend, Mr. Long, Tan and Handsome?
Gary: Meow.	What is it, Gary? What do you have? Hey, Gary, this magazine gives me an idea! Long. Tan. Handsome. Okay, Gary, wait ‘til Pearl gets an eyeful of this!
Mr. Krabs: Hello? What do you think, Pearl? Cleans up pretty well, doesn't he? Pearl: Well, at last no one will recognize you. Now listen, SpongeBob, I just want to get through this with my social status intact. I want to go to the prom, get my picture taken, and I want to dance... ...I want to drink punch with my friends and don't do that other thing you're always doing...	Uhh, Pearl, we've got to get back to the limo.
Pearl: A limo! Why didn't you say so? I love limousines! Mr. Krabs: Go easy on him, lassie! I can't afford to break in a new fry cook!	Well, I guess the first thing we should do is...
Pearl: Yay! My first prom picture!	Uh-uh-uh... our first prom picture.
Pearl: Let's get this over with. Come on, SpongeBob!	Be right there.

Mr. Krabs: Didn't I tell you not to go near those hooks?

Umm...no. I mean yes! Yes, you told me not to go near them!

Mr. Krabs: Well, you weren't playing on those hooks, were you, laddie?

Of course not. I mean, not exactly. I mean yes! YES I DID IT! I admit it! Oh, Mr. Krabs! I'm so ashamed! I mean, look at me. I'm hooked!

Mr. Krabs: Hmmm, it's in there pretty deep.

What am I gonna do?

Mr. Krabs: There's only one thing to do, boy.

Oh no, Mr. Krabs. I can't take off my pants. Not in front of all these girls! D’oh, okay! I'm taking 'em off. I'm taking 'em off. There.

Mr. Krabs: Uhh... lad?

Oh no. Oh no, no, no, Mr. Krabs! I can't do it. Anything but that!

Mr. Krabs: I understand. You were a good little fry cook, SpongeBob. But, we'll find another. Hopefully one that will listen to ol' Mr. Krabs.

Oh, Mr. Krabs! I'll listen! I promise! Please save me, Mr. Krabs! I promise I'll be good! Whew!

Pearl: Oooh, look! It's SpongeBob NUDIE Pants! Squidward: Well, that was more of SpongeBob than I needed to see. Mr. Krabs: Mr. Squidward, that was some fine angling. Do you think the lad has learned his lesson? Squidward: Oh, I think he'll remember this for a long time. I know I will.

The pants! The underwear!

Patrick: Hellllo? Does somebody have a can opener? Narrator: Welcome aboard. If you're watching this video, then let me be the first to say: Congratulations. You've recently been hired in the Krusty Krab and this is your first official day of training.

Can I make a Krabby Patty now?

Narrator: Oh no, you've got a lot to learn before you're ready to make a Krabby Patty. As you can see by this graph... *ahem* graph. You have been employed in one of the most successful restaurants in Bikini Bottom. But it didn't get that way over night... because the store closes at 6. No, the story of the Krusty Krab is the story of one man's hard work, perseverance, vision, determination and sweat. But mostly his sweat. From Humble Beginnings. You may think that Mr. Eugene H. Krabs, owner and founder of Krusty Krab Inc., has always been the financial wizard he is today. And you're right! After the war, Krabs stayed secluded in a deep depression that seemed endless. But then his luck changed when he acquired a bankrupt retirement home and with a few minor alterations, the Krusty Krab was born! Baby: *waahh waahh* Narrator: Sounds like a lot of... Hoopla fish: Hoopla! Narrator: Sounds like a lot of... Hoopla fish: Hoopla! Narrator: Sounds like a... Hoopla fish: Hoopla! HOOPLA! Narrator: Sounds like a lot of hoopla to make over a little Krabby Patty, right? Haha, wrong! The Krusty Krab today. To keep up with today's demanding customers, no expense has been spared to acquire all the latest achievements in fast-food technology. Mr. Krabs: This here's an advanced patty-control mechanism. Here you can see our automated money-handling system. Don't touch! These are high-quality beverage temperature devices. Imported. This here's a prototype liquid transfer machine. And most importantly, You get your state-of-the-art condiment-dispersal units. Now, are you gonna buy something or just stand there cause there's a standing fee. Narrator: All of this modernization seems a little overwhelming, doesn't it? Well luckily for you, Mr. Krabs fear of robot overlords keeps the balance of technology in check. But if modernization is the heart of the Krusty Krab, then employees are the liver and gallbladder. Let's see if you got what it takes. Hmmm, poised, confident, and a smile that says, Hello world! May I take your order? You've got the makings of a good employee, Mr. SquarePants. But for every good employee, there is one who is not so good. Let's see, inattentive, impatient, a glazed look in the eyes. Look carefully at the I Really Wish I Weren't Here Right Now! button. There's a name for employees like this, but we'll call him Squidward. Squidward: I'm getting paid overtime for this, right Mr. Krabs? Mr. Krabs: Sorry, can't hear you! Narrator: Training.

Does this mean I get to make a Krabby Patty now?

Narrator: No, you can't make a Krabby Patty without understanding the phrase POOP.

POOP?

Narrator: Once you understand POOP, you'll understand your place at the Krusty Krab. But what does POOP mean? It's actually a carefully organized code. Watch closely. People Order Our Patties.

Oh, POOP!

Narrator: Looks like Mr. SquarePants understands POOP. Here's a typical customer. I wonder what he wants. Well, if we just remember POOP, we can figure it out. Harold: I'd like to order- Narrator: Do you think he's going to order: A: A sofa, B: An expensive haircut, or C: A patty? Harold: One patty please. Narrator: Ah, POOP! You never let us down! Now that you understand POOP, I bet you think you're ready to make a Krabby Patty.

Krabby Patty!

Narrator: Ha-ha! Not so fast, Eager McBeaver. We haven't even talked about: Personal Hygiene. Every employee at the Krusty Krab must comply with a strict set of personal hygiene guidelines. Okay, Mr. SquarePants, are you ready to prepare for your shift? A good employee always washes himself thoroughly. Be sure to get under those fingernails. And don't forget about the knuckles. And make sure those palms are squeaky clean. All right, let's see those hands! Now that's thorough, HAHA. After making sure your boots are polished, your face is clear of any blemishes or boils, and your hair is neat and tidy, you are ready to start the day! Now let's see how Squidward prepares for his shift. REMEMBER, NO EMPLOYEE WANTS TO BE A SQUIDWARD. Now that you're clean and hygienic, I bet you think you're ready to make that Krabby Patty.

I'm ready! I'm ready!! I'm ready!! I'm ready!!!

Narrator: Whoa there! We have a few more topics to cover first. Your Work Station. It's important to keep your area tidy and free of droppings. But a clean workstation is only part of the job. To make the vision in your head a reality, you'll need supplies. And a good employee always keeps his supplies well-organized. Very nice, Mr. SquarePants, not a pickle out of place. Now let's see how Squidward keeps his work station. Squidward: Huh? Oh! Narrator: Don't worry, Squidward, Mr. SquarePants can cover for you. Now that your workstation is up and running, perhaps you think you're ready to make the world-famous Krabby Patty. Calm down. There's plenty of time left. We have to make sure you're ready for the psychological aspect of the job: Interfacing with your Boss.

Mr. Krabs, can I have a raise?

Mr. Krabs: No. Narrator: Good job, Mr. SquarePants.

Can I make a Krabby Patty now-

Narrator: Now we go from behind the scenes to the front lines, where we'll examine the most important aspect of the industry, the customer. Or as we like to say, the Krustomer! Patrick: Who said that? Are you a ghost? Narrator: Like precious, precious blood in an animal, customers are what makes the Krusty Krab strong and alive. Patrick: Squidward, your ceiling is talking to me. Squidward: Are you going to order something or just make friends with the paneling? Patrick: Uhh... I'll have an uhh... uhh... uhh... ah... Huh? What's that? Squidward: Patrick, go be stupid somewhere else. Narrator: Ah-ah-ah, Squidward, remember what Mr. Krabs says. Mr. Krabs: The money is always right! Patrick: The ceiling is right, Squidward. You're not a very good employee. Squidward: Fine! May I please take your order? Patrick: I'll have uhh... uhhhh... Narrator: We'll check up on these two later. Right now, it's important that we discuss an Emergency Situation! Like the lost gold of Atlantis, many consider the Krabby Patty to be a treasure. And as with every treasure, there's a thief ready to steal it. So it's up to you to be the watchful eyes of... What's this? It's Mr. Krabs business rival, Plankton! Plankton: Eat my microscopic dust, Krabs! Your secret formula is finally mine! Narrator: He's stealing the formula! What are you going to do, Mr. SquarePants?! Plankton: You'll never catch me, Krabs! Not after I switch into MAXIMUM OVERDRIVE! Hi-ya! I knew I should've gotten the turbo. Hear me, Krabs! You'll take this Krabby Patty from me when you pry it from my cold, dead... Felicitations, malefactors! I am encountering my minions. And I know just how to speak their language- Narrator: And so, another emergency is avoided, thanks to Mr. SquarePants. Let's check in on Squidward again. Psst, Squidward. Squidward: Huh? Narrator: Just remember: POOP. Squidward: Patrick, if I could make a suggestion. Why don't you just order a Krabby Patty? Patrick: Great idea, Squidward! One Krabby Patty, please. Squidward: Will that be for here or to go? Patrick: Uhhh... Narrator: Hang in there, Squidward, it's all part of the job. Now that you've learned the basics of your training, it's time for the moment you've been waiting for. Da-da-da-da-da-da-daa, Da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-daa, Da-da-da-da-da-da-daa Da-da-da-la-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-daa, Da-da-da-da-da-da-da-daa, tssshh Da-da-da-da-da-da-da-daa-da-da-da-da-daa, Ti-ta-ti-ti-ta-ti-ti-ta-ta-ta-la-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-da-la-ba-ba-ba-ba-da-la-ba-ba-baa, Ti-ta-ti-li-ta-ti-li-ti-taa, Ti-ta-ti-li Ti-ta-ti-li-ta-ti-li-ta-ti-li-ta-ti-li-ta-ti-li-ti-ta-ti-ti-ta-ti-ti-taaaaa. Preparing the Krabby Patty! At the center of every great dynasty is the crown jewel, which keeps it alive and thriving! For the Krusty Krab, this is the Krabby Patty. And now you, the humble employee of the industry, the all too necessary human resource that keeps this business afloat will earn the sacred and dark secrets of how to prepare with your very own hands... the sumptuous, the lip moistening, spine tingling, heart stopping pleasure center that is the Krabby Patty! Are you ready? Are you sure? Okay! The secret formula is- Squidward: One Krabby Patty for table two. SpongeBob, I don't have the whole day.

Oui, oui. Un Krabby Patty, Monsieur. First, les patty.

Squidward: Come on, SpongeBob!

Next, les ingredients. Ah, oui! Les mustard.

Squidward: Les quit fooling around, where's my Krabby Patty?

Les hold on a second! And voila! It's under your nose!

Squidward: You're killing me, SpongeBob! Ha ha ha... you really are. .

Look at it, Squidward. Mr. Krabs' gift to all of Bikini Bottom -- the Krabby Patty..

Squidward: Okay, give it to me. Come on SpongeBob, stop it!

I swear I'm not doing anything. Mr. Krabs! The Krabby Patty is haunted!

Mr. Krabs: Avast, ye patty pirate! This is no ghost. This is... Plankton! Stealing me booty! Plankton: Hear me, Krabs! When I discover your formula for Krabby Patties, I'll run you out of business! I went to college! Hey! Let me go! Mr. Krabs: Oh, I'll let you go, squirt. On a flying saucer! Back to the Chum Bucket with you! Plankton: You'll pay for this, Krabs!

Uh... Plankton, sir?

Mr. Krabs: Aye, he's been trying to steal me secret formula for years, but you haven't got it yet, have ye, bug? Okay. Enough, lad, it wasn't that funny. Get back to work!

Okay, Mr. Krabs, see you tomorrow!

Mr. Krabs: Good night, me boy! Plankton: Psst... young man. Yes, over here. Come on, boy, a little closer. Closer... Not that close! You blasted barnacle head! I mean... hi.

Plankton? What do you want?

Plankton: I just want to talk. You could say we're friends, right?

Um... no.

Plankton: Acquaintances?

No.

Plankton: Well, we're both invertebrates, aren't we?

I... guess so.

Plankton: You see? Everything works out. I have something for you. I've been keeping it in my secret compartment. Ching! Sparkle, sparkle.

Wow! A golden spatula! And it's even got my name on it.

Plankton: It's a gift! A gift from a friend. Friends give each other gifts, and tomorrow is my birthday. And you know what I'd like more than anything in the whole wide world? .

A booster seat?

Plankton: Booster seat? Hot dog! I mean, no. What I want for my birthday from you, my friend, is one of those tender... delicious... Krabby Patties!

You just want to be friends so you can get your hands on a Krabby Patty! And I bet it's not even your birthday tomorrow!

Plankton: Gee, and I thought you were stupid.

You'll never get a Krabby Patty from me! Even if we are friends! Never, never, never, never!

Plankton: Oh, I'll get a Krabby Patty and you're gonna hand-deliver it to me personally! You weak-minded fool!

Good night, Gary.

Plankton: SpongeBob, you will be mine! Woman in the recording: ♪Letters of the alphabet, A-B-C...♪ Plankton: It should be in here... but where? Where? Oh... This will be the beginning of the end! Ouch! Stupid brain... Come back here, you swine! That's it, brain, you're going down! Yes, yes, that's grand. And now, for my very elaborate and college-educated plan. And now, it's time for a little wakey-uppy.

Morning already? I... I feel a little funny today.

Plankton: I have you now!

Time for a well-balanced breakfast. This isn't what I had in mind. Let me just grab my pants. I guess I'm not wearing any pants today. I guess I'm not using the door either. See you later, Gary! ...I guess. You're right, Gary! There is something wrong with me! Squidward! Squidward! Wake up! I need some help! Squidward! Help!

Squidward: Be quiet, SpongeBob!

Help!

Squidward: SpongeBob! What are you doing? I'm talking to you! SpongeBob! SpongeBob, are you mad? Plankton: Shut your mouth, you mediocre clarinet player. Squidward: Mediocre? Plankton: You pretentious, little insignificant artist. Your snivelly creations are worth less than a protozoan's waste!

Something must be wrong with my brain! Plankton! What kind of friend are you?

Plankton: Nonsense. You never liked me, anyway. You wouldn't even come to my birthday party!

Get out of my head! Leave my brain alone!

Plankton: Never! Never! Toot toot! How about a little take-out?

No! No, never! You can't fool me, Plankton, you want the Krabby Patty formula!

Plankton: You are going to hand-deliver it to me personally!

No, no, no! There's no one here.

Plankton: Don't remind me. Brace yourself, SpongeBob. This is my lab! And this is my laboratory! And did I ever show you my record player?

I must fight!

Plankton: No, no, no, no. There, you see how much easier it is when you help, friend? How do you like my analyzer? It tells the ingredients of whatever I put into it. Karen Plankton: Seaweed: 50% Sea, 50% Weed. Plankton: Impressed? Now let's reveal that secret formula. And this little piggy brought home a Krabby Patty. This little piggy will help me drop it in. Any last words, SpongeBob SecretPants?

I just have to say I'm sorry I let Mr. Krabs down. I let all of Bikini Bottom down. But worst of all, I let you down, you delicate little Krabby Patty.

Plankton: Mmm...

With your tasty, juicy, scrumptious, warm, steamy goodness.

Plankton: Steamy...

I'll never forget your 100% all-secret patty, secretly assembled with undersea cheese, pickles, lettuce, tomato, onion, all secretly steamed between two fluffy seaweed-sea buns.

Plankton: Yes... yes... yes! Come to papa! Oh, boy... Karen: Plankton: 1% evil, 99% hot gas. Plankton: Well, this stinks.

Well, patty, I guess we can go home now.

Plankton: SpongeBob, that's my Krabby Patty! Give it back, you porous freak! I command you! My patty! Nooooo! I'll settle for some fries. Band Member #1: Man, this is gonna be our most rocking tour, ever. Band Member #2: Yeah. Ned: Hey, dudes, check out the debut of my new look. Band Member #1: Whoa, what's that on your head? Band Member #3: Yeah, is that a wig or a pile of toilet paper? Ned: C'mon, guys, give it a chance. Band Member #2: Let me try it on. Ned: Hey, you've revealed my shiny dome! Band Member #2: Hot potato. Catch! Ned: Give it back, man! Band Member #2: If you want it, you gotta catch it, dude. Band Member #1: Oops. Ned: Ah! Oh, man, my beautiful wig!

I'm ready! I'm rea... Ah, what is this? Curly tresses, poofy texture, itchy scalp... it's a wig! Hi, Patrick. How do you like my new wig?

Patrick: I'll save you.

Pa... trick... what are... you doing?

Patrick: I'm saving you from that brain-eating alien that's attacking your... ...head!

Patrick, the only thing attacking me is you!

Patrick: Oh, sorry.

It's okay. Why did you do that?

Patrick: Well, I thought it was a new type of cotton candy you wear on your head.

Well, it's not, but that is an excellent idea.

Patrick: Then what is it?

It's my new look. I'm wearing a wig.

Patrick: A wig? Oh, boy. Don't you think that's a little silly? Oh, man, it's time for my weekly condiment soak. Do you mind? Fish #1: Nice wig.

Thanks. I am very fashionable today.

Tina: Hey, SquareFashion, nice couture.

Why, thank you.

Pilar: So then... Huh...? Peterson: Nice do, SpongeBob. Pilar: Yeah, where can I get one? Sally: Whoa. That wig really suits you.

Hi, Squidward!

Squidward: Who? What? Where? What? How?

Notice anything different about me today, Squidward? Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh? ...Huh?

Squidward: Nope.

I'm wearing a wig.

Squidward: Oh yeah, how could I have missed it?

Can you believe I found it lying around in the street?

Squidward: Umm...maybe.

If you want to, after work, we can go look for a wig for you.

Squidward: I can't wait.

Wig away! Order up, Squidward.

Squidward: Mr. Krabs! I've served a lot of junk here, but a hair patty? Mr. Krabs: SpongeBob!

Yes, Mr. Krabs?

Mr. Krabs: What in Davy Jones' locker is on your head, son?

Oh, that's my new wig, Mr. Krabs.

Mr. Krabs: Well, take it off. The hair's getting into the patties.

Take it off? But I can't, Mr. Krabs. My wig makes everyone so happy.

Mr. Krabs: Happy?

Ever since I've been wearing it, everyone I see gets a big grin on their face.

Mr. Krabs: I can imagine.

Oh, please let me keep it, Mr. Krabs.

Sandy: There you are, SpongeBob. Are you ready for karate prac...tice?

I see you've noticed my new wig. Pretty impressive, huh?

Sandy: Wig's... uh great...SpongeBob.

Glad you like it. I'll see you later, Sandy. Two krabby patties and a side order of looking good.

Frank: Nice wig. Abigail: Like to keep in style, huh?

You know it.

Francis: Off to meet the queen, Sir Nerdlaroy?

Uh, the name's SpongeBob and no, I am not meeting royalty. You must be referring to my regal appearance. Thank you all for your kind words. I wish I could give you such nice wigs.

Jimmy: How 'bout a little off the top? Tom: Yeah, your wig is big enough to go around.

This isn't good. Everyone's getting jealous. Squidward, I'll be hiding in the kitchen if you need me.

Squidward: Hide your shame, SpongeBob. Hide your shame. Record Producer: Well, well, well, Ned and the Needlefish. You're fired. Band: Fired?! Band Member #2: But why? Record Producer: Ask Baldy McBalderson over here. Band: Ned! Band Member #2: Good going, dude. Ned: I can't help not having hair! Band Member #3: When we formed this band, it was for one reason and one reason only: to make a lot of money. And you not having hair is getting in the way of that! Record Producer: We are selling records, not denture cream! Either you come back with hair, or don't come back at all! Mr. Krabs: Time to go home, boys.

Almost finished. See, Squidward, it's functional, too.

Squidward: It's about as functional as your brain.

Thank you, Squidward.

Squidward: That wasn't a compliment! The entire town is laughing at you!

I don't understand.

Squidward: Just look at yourself.

Hello, handsome. Sss.

Squidward: SpongeBob, your head is twice as large as before!

Hmmm, I've never been tall before.

Squidward: That wig is infested with parasites!

That tickles!

Squidward: Can't you see how ridiculous you look?

I think that it looks cool.

Mr. Krabs: Hahahaha! You wouldn't know cool if I locked you in the freezer!

For your information, Mr. Krabs, Squidward has locked me in the freezer, so I think I know what cool is.

Mr. Krabs: Well, stop wearing that nasty thing to work!

But, Mr. Krabs...

Mr. Krabs: No buts!

So I can't have a wig or a butt?

Mr. Krabs: No, SpongeBob, it means until you get rid of that wig, get your butt outta here! Sandy: I never got a chance to talk to SpongeBob yesterday. I was laughing too hard. SpongeBob? Huh?

Hi, Sandy. What do you think?

Sandy: We need to talk.

Why would I want to get rid of my wig? Look at how happy it makes everybody.

Sandy: Well, it does attract a lot of attention.

I know. People just can't keep their eyes off of me.

Sandy: Neither can I, SpongeBob. Martha: It's true, John, this isn't my real hair! I stole it!

Oops. Pardon me. Excuse me. Pardon me. Pardon me. and SpongeBob trips over it. SpongeBob gets his wig stuck in some cheese on the floor. Get sunstuck but a soda is still in the wig] Hey, the wig broke my fall! Mmm, popcorn. Ah, you always come through for me.

Dale: Hey buddy, do you mind?

Shhh! It's very rude to talk during a movie!

Sandy: Well, they can't. Look, your stupid wig is blocking the whole screen. All: Fish #1: Take it off, Jerk!; Fish #2: Hey!; Fish #3: Hey! Down in front!; Fish #4: Take the wig off!

People, return your attention to the movie. I know my wig is glamorous and exciting but there is no need to start a riot.

Frank: I told you that movie was terrible. Sandy: Now do you see what I'm saying, SpongeBob?

I guess you're right, Sandy. I got so much enjoyment out of the wig, myself, I assumed everyone else did, too.

Sandy: It's time to be strong.

I know. I just want you to know that even though I didn't know you existed a few days ago, I can't imagine life without you!

Sandy: Hurry up, SpongeBob.

No matter what they say, you'll always be cool to me. I'll never accessorize again.

Sandy: You did the right thing, SpongeBob. Ned: Where am I gonna get some hair? My career is ruined. Ruined! Can it be? It is! My wig. Yes! Victory is mine.

Wigs. Wigs, wigs, they're everywhere.

Debbie: Oh, he's got your hair. Shubie: Thank you. Patrick: SpongeBob.

Patrick! At least he's not wearing a wig.

Patrick: Look at my new wig.

Everyone's wearing wigs! Everyone! I'm starting to feel a little betrayed. Hey, you made fun of me yesterday. I thought powdered wigs were uncool.

Fish #1: Yeah, they were. But look...

Wow. Ned and the Needlefish wearing my wig. So, I was cool before anyone else?

Fish #1: Yes, you were. But not anymore. See ya!

I wish I had a wig.

Patrick: Don't be sad, SpongeBob. You can borrow one of mine. Just wash it before you return it. Mr. Krabs: Don't cry, love. Daddy's going to make it all right. Calm down, girl!

Mr. Krabs, what's wrong with Pearl?

Mr. Krabs: Her scurvy prom date stood her up, boy, and now, she can't seem to find another. Pearl: That's because there's only one fish in the sea that's long, tan and handsome as he is. And that's him! Mr. Krabs: No, no, baby, no more crying. We'll get you a date. Why, uhh... I'll take ya! Well, what about Squidward? Mr. Krabs: Wait, wait. Here, take SpongeBob! Pearl: Ahh! the fry cook? Do you know what that would do to my complexion? People would mistake me for a planetarium. Mr. Krabs: What do you mean? Pearl: I don't know. But I can't take him, daddy! They'll kick me off the most frequently pictured in the yearbook committee. Mr. Krabs: Yeah, they would. We've got to find someone else. Listen up! Which one of you lucky lubbers wants to take me lovely daughter Pearl to the prom? Pearl: Just don't be late, SpongeBob. Mr. Krabs: Now listen, boy, I'm-a counting on you to make this a very special night for a very special girl. Remember, you're doing it for good old Mr...

Oh, hi, Mr. Krabs! Are you talking to that dummy I made? It's pretty realistic isn't it? I made this part out of...

Mr. Krabs: Never mind that, boy! You're taking Pearl to her prom!

Really? Oh, wow! Don't worry, Mr. Krabs, I am a prom expert! Oh, Gary, I'm a prom failure. I couldn't even get a date for my own junior prom.

Gary: Meow.

No, that was Patrick who brought his mom. Besides, how am I supposed to compare with Pearl's old boyfriend, Mr. Long, Tan and Handsome?

Gary: Meow.

What is it, Gary? What do you have? Hey, Gary, this magazine gives me an idea! Long. Tan. Handsome. Okay, Gary, wait ‘til Pearl gets an eyeful of this!

Mr. Krabs: Hello? What do you think, Pearl? Cleans up pretty well, doesn't he? Pearl: Well, at last no one will recognize you. Now listen, SpongeBob, I just want to get through this with my social status intact. I want to go to the prom, get my picture taken, and I want to dance... ...I want to drink punch with my friends and don't do that other thing you're always doing...

Uhh, Pearl, we've got to get back to the limo.

Pearl: A limo! Why didn't you say so? I love limousines! Mr. Krabs: Go easy on him, lassie! I can't afford to break in a new fry cook!

Well, I guess the first thing we should do is...

Pearl: Yay! My first prom picture!

Uh-uh-uh... our first prom picture.

Pearl: Let's get this over with. Come on, SpongeBob!

Be right there.