rqchao/spongebob · Datasets at Hugging Face

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Mr. Krabs: There, there, laddie. Just let the legal system run its course. Police officer #1: Watch your head. Plankton: No, wait! Please! Karen, help! Police officer #1: Oh, you won't be needing this where you're going.	Boy, that was a close one, huh, Squidward? He almost got your clarinet.
Squidward: Once again, I hate people. Mr. Krabs: Mr. Squidward! What is happening in me restaurant?! Squidward: The customers have gone crazy! SpongeBob is late for work, so there's no food! Mr. Krabs: But he's never been late for work in his life! Oh, this can only mean one thing. SpongeBob has passed away! Mr. Krabs: Or...maybe he's just seriously injured. Mr. Krabs: Oh, yeah, that's still bad, isn't it? Squidward: I had no idea you cared that much about SpongeBob. Mr. Krabs: Of course! He's been a loyal employee. His passing would be a great loss to me bank account. Oh, I—to me personally, of course. Now, come on, we have to go check on SpongeBob's possible remains. Squidward: With pleasure! What? Too soon? Mr. Krabs: Prepare yourselves for the horror. Or the joy. Let's not be downers about this. Bikini Bottomites: Oh, yeah. Okay. Mr. Krabs: But probably, like I said, the horror! Mr. Krabs: Neptune's nightmare! That snail is eating SpongeBob's face! Get away from him! Bikini Bottomites: Such a nice kid.	I—I— Oh, good morning, everyone.
Mr. Krabs: SpongeBob, you're alive!	I am? Well, thank goodness. Wait, why wouldn't I be alive?
Mr. Krabs: You were late to work, so we assumed the worst. Squidward: You mean, the best.	Late to work? But that's impossible! My trusty alarm clock always waked me up. See? Well, how do you like that? It's unplugged. Well, we'll just fix that and I'll never be late again. Oh, my clock!
Mr. Krabs: Looks like you need a new clock, boy-o.	Oh, I could never replace my old clock, Mr. Krabs. We've been through a lot together. It's the only alarm clock I've ever owned. I can fix it.
Mr. Krabs: Eh, good luck. But you better not be late tomorrow. Or else. Squidward: Did that stupid clock give me a bump on my head? SpongeBob and Mr. Krabs: Ugh!	Oh, come on, come on. I still love you. Let me fix you. Wow!
Patrick: Ooh, hey, SpongeBob, what're you doing?	Oh, I'm just trying to fix this old alarm clock. I'm gonna need that part you swallowed, by the way.
Patrick: That's cool. Just give a couple of hours. You know, I could totally fix your clock for you.	Oh, I don't know, Patrick. This clock means a lot to me and— Well, okay, are you sure?
Patrick: Absolutely. Don't you worry. I promise to be super careful. Why don't you fix?! Hmm? Uh... Sorry, SpongeBob, I couldn't fix it.	Thanks for trying, Patrick, but I guess nothing lasts forever. Looks like I'm gonna need a new clock after all.
Patrick: Hmm! In that case...	Um, hello?
Con man: Hello, there! Welcome to Clock World, where we always have time for a bargain. How can I help you?	Do you have another alarm clock like my old one?
Con man: Hmm… Ah, the 740 Foghorn Wake-Em-Up Grand. I'm sorry to say they don't make this model anymore. But if you have a second, I have many others I can show you.	Wow. So many to choose from. Oh, I'll never be able to choose a clock with this many choices. I'll just take 'em all!
Con man: Ah! I'm rich! Whoo! Whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo! Gary: Meow.	My old foghorn clock was the only alarm clock that could wake me up. Sure hope one of these works. Goodnight, Gare-bear.
French Narrator: One hour later...	Huh?
Mr. Krabs: Late.	I hope this one works.
French Narrator: Late again... Mr. Krabs: Late!	Huh?
French Narrator: You get the idea! Mr. Krabs: Late! Late! Late! Still late! Late! Late, late, late, late, late, late, late! Squidward: Still late. Mr. Krabs: Late again. I told you before that you best not be late or else! But this time, I'll be emphasizing it with a furrowed brow. Or else.	Oh, I don't know how many more or elses I can take. I have to figure out a way to wake up on time. Hey, what a great idea!
Mr. Krabs: Hmm, I really thought that last or else would've worked. Maybe I should've wagged my finger. Mr. Krabs: Right on time! Looks like I won't be needing you after all, SpongeTom. SpongeTom: Oh!	Good morning...
Gary: Meow! Squidward: Sadly, it looks like your order's on time today. D'oh! Mr. Krabs: Glad you finally woke up on time, boy-o!	Just five more minutes, Gary.
Squidward: Sir, there's a line. Bubble Bass: I'm filing a complaint. I ordered this with extra pickles. And I only count fourteen. Squidward: SpongeBob, we got a wrong order. Mr. Krabs: What in Poseidon's beard?!	Oh! Oh! Good morning, Mr. Krabs.
Mr. Krabs: It's not a good morning. First, you're late for days, and now you destroyed me kitchen! Mr. Krabs: Oh, looks like it's—	Time for or else?
Mr. Krabs: You better be at work on time or else I'll have to open up and close the restaurant an hour later.	Uh, what? No!
Patrick: I did it!	Yes! Oh, Patrick, you fixed it!
Patrick: Uh, kind of. ♪Watcha twigger she's a proper jubby-jewel... On a passage from the Dogger Bank to Great Grimsby!♪ Mr. Krabs: Well, it's the worst time of the day once again. Closing time!	Well, see you in the A.M., Mr. Krabs.
Mr. Krabs: Hold on there, SpongeBob! Take that pile of filth out with you.	Mr. Krabs, you shouldn't talk about Squidward like that!
Squidward: He means this filth, you loon!	Takin' out the trash, takin' out the trash. Hmm... dumpster writing! The voice of the people! Up with bubbles, down with air! Nematodes are people too! Ha, those nematodes... Here's one someone didn't finish! Squidward smells. Good. Hmm, what's this one? Krabs is a... hmm? Krabs is a .
Garbage man: Do you kiss your mother with that mouth?	Well, sometimes, but not... Recently.
Patrick: Hi, garbage man. Hi, SpongeBob.	Hi, Patrick! Hey, Patrick, do you know what this word means?
Patrick: Krabs... Uh, isn't that the red, sweaty guy you work for?	Nah-uh, not that word, that word.
Patrick: Hmm... ! Oh, hey! I think I know what that means. That's one of those sentence enhancers.	Sentence enhancers?
Patrick: You use them when you want to talk fancy. You just sprinkle it over anything you say, and Wham-O! You've got yourself a spicy sentence sandwich!	Oh, I get it! Let me try. Hello, Patrick. Lovely day we're having, isn't it?
Patrick: Why, yes it is, SpongeBob. This day is particularly lovely!	How right you are, Patrick! Ooh, You're right, Patrick, my lips are tingling from the spiciness of this conversation.
Patrick: Oh, mine, too!	It tingles when I laugh! Hello, customers, nice day we're having, uh?
Harold: Did he just say?! Pirate fish: Aye, he did.	Hey, Patrick, how the are ya?
Patrick: Pretty good, SpongeBob. Old Man Jenkins: I thought this was a restaurant, not a gutter mouth convention.	Attention, customers, today's special is a Krabby Patty served in a greasy sauce and grilled to perfection. And don't forget to ask us to the fries. It will be our pleasure. Hi, Squidward, how the are ya?
Patrick: Nice day, isn't it, Squidward? Tom: I don't understand. That guy's talented, he doesn't have to work blue. Evelyn: Let's go somewhere more family oriented. Female fish: I'm never eating here again. Male fish: Those foul-mouth bottom feeders. Mr. Krabs: Huh? The Krusty Krab, she's empty! All hands on deck! Batten the front doors! Brace the cash register! Break out the happy snacks! Squidward, where have all me money paying customers gone? Squidward: Apparently, the two barnacle-mouth brothers just learned a new word, and SpongeBob just said it over the intercom. Mr. Krabs: Well, what was it? What'd he say? Squidward: Er...he said...um, well he said... Mr. Krabs: Huh? SpongeBob and friend! Front and center! Why, I oughta make the two of you paint the Krusty Krab for using such language!	But, Mr. Krabs, we were only using our sentence enhancers.
Patrick: Yeah, it's fancy talk. Mr. Krabs: There ain't nothing fancy about that word!	You mean ?
Mr. Krabs: Yes, that one! Now quit saying that! It's a bad word! SpongeBob and Patrick: Bad word?! Mr. Krabs: Yes sirree, that's bad word number 11. In fact, there are 13 bad words you should never use. Squidward: Don't you mean there are only 7? Mr. Krabs: Not if you're a sailor.	Wow, 13.
Patrick: That's a lot of bad words. Mr. Krabs: Okay, boys. I want you to promise me you'll never use that word again. SpongeBob and Patrick: We promise.	Gee, I'm glad Mr. Krabs told us that word we were using was a bad word!
Patrick: Yeah, me too, because classy sophisticates like us shouldn't stain our lips with cursing.	Yeah, verily. Now, let's play a nice, wholesome game of Eels and Escalators.
Patrick: Oh, boy, my favorite!	Come on, Gary needs a new pair of shoes!
Patrick: Oh, eels. Too bad, SpongeBob, you gotta ride the eel.	Darn.
Patrick: My turn! Hooray! Escalators! Yay! Up, up, up!	Come on, escalators, escalators, escalators! Eels again.
Patrick: My turn! Escalators!	Escalators, Escalators, Escalators! Eels?
Patrick: Es-skee-lators! Well, this is your last chance, SpongeBob, or if you get eels again, you lose!	Escalators, escalators, escalators! Ha! Escalators!
Patrick: Eels...	Ah, !
Patrick: Ooooh...! You said number 11!	I didn't mean... you gotta understand, Patrick, I was trying...what I meant to say was...some things just slip out. You gotta understand!
Patrick: Don't worry, SpongeBob, I understand. Mr. Krabs! Mr. Krabs! Mr. Krabs! Mr. Krabs!	No, wait, Patrick! Patrick, no, please don't tell!
Patrick: But, you said !	Aha! Now I'm gonna tell Mr. Krabs on you!
Patrick: Not if I tell first!	I can run faster than you!
Patrick: See ya at the Krusty Krab! Hahaha! Oh, nooooo!	Mr. Krabs, Mr. Krabs, Mr. Krabs!
Mr. Krabs: What, what, what?	Patrick, Patrick, Patrick!
Mr. Krabs: Yes, yes, yes?	He said, he said, he said!
Mr. Krabs: Out with it, boy!	Me and Patrick were playing Eels and Escalators, and Patrick was going up-up-up, and I had to ride the eel and then we ran and Patrick, he said some things.
Mr. Krabs: What kind of things?	Well, he said...
Mr. Krabs: Yes?!	Well, uh, let's just say he said a certain word that you said we shouldn't say, and this particular word happens to be number 11 in the 13 words you said shouldn't be said.
Mr. Krabs: Uh... right, now what was that part about the, um... Who now? Patrick: Mr. Krabs, Mr. Krabs, Mr. Krabs! SpongeBob and Patrick: He said that word that you said we shouldn't say...!	...number thirteen...
SpongeBob and Patrick: Mmm-mmm...! Mr. Krabs: Now I'm gonna let go of yer lips, and when I do, I want you to calmly tell me what youse need to tell me, understand? SpongeBob and Patrick: Mmm-hmm... He said ! Mr. Krabs: Do my ears deceive me?! You two should be ashamed! Time to take out the trash. You two need to be taught a lesson. I thought I made it clear. Never, and I mean, never use number 11 or any of the 13 bad words! Now the both of youse wait right here. I'll be back. Patrick: What's going to happen to us?	We'll probably get 40 lashes!
Patrick: Oh, no!	I'm sorry, Patrick. Mr. Krabs was right. There's no need for words like that.
Patrick: I'm sorry, too, SpongeBob.	Let's make a vow, Patrick. From this day forth, a foul word shall never pass our lips! We'll be good citizens, just like good ol' Mr. Krabs.
Patrick: Agreed! Mr. Krabs: All right, you two foul mouths. As punishment for fouling the air in me restaurant with yer foul words, you're going to give the Krusty Krab a fresh coat of paint from top to bottom. Ow, Ooh! Ow! My foot! What genius put a rock in a path?! Can't you see I got a foot here?! Oh!	Five, six, seven...
Mr. Krabs: ...a whole lotta and with a side of , a heapin' helpin' of and a boatload of ... Patrick: Nine... Mr. Krabs: Ooh crabbin’ Ooh-hoo-uh!	That's all thirteen, Patrick! We're gonna tell your mom, Mr. Krabs!
Mr. Krabs: No, please, not me mommy! Wait, please don't tell me mother! I don't think her little old heart can take it! SpongeBob and Patrick: Mama Krabs, Mama Krabs! Mama Krabs: Why, hello there!	Mama Krabs, he said and then he said again and said and then he screamed at the top of his voice !
Patrick: It was terrible.	And he-- --Mrs. Krabs, he didn't care! Such a stream of I have never heard in my days!
Mama Krabs: Oh, dear! My poor old heart. Mr. Krabs: Oh, dear Mother! What have these foul-mouthed heathens done to you? You two should be ashamed! Making an old lady faint with your sailor talk! Mama Krabs: You should all be ashamed. And if you're going to talk like sailors, then you're going to work like sailors. Mama Krabs: I guess you scallywags have earned a glass of lemonade. Yeeeoww! My foot! Mr. Krabs: Mother! Mama Krabs: What? It's Old Man Jenkins and his jalopy. Old Man Jenkins: Howdy, Mrs. K! SpongeBob, Patrick, Mr. Krabs, and Mama Krabs:	♪Someday, I'm going to make you sweetie. Not overtly, but sur-rep-titious-ly.♪ Drum solo! ♪Dooga, dooga, dooga, dooga, dooga—doo. Doo, doo, doo, Doo. Doo!♪ Hey, looks like you guys and gals are done. In all my years of fry cookery, I have never seen such a perfect group of patties. Especially— you. Such perfection from your little lettuce hair to your rosy ketchup cheeks right down to your mustard smile. May I call you— Patty?
Squidward: SpongeBob, I need that order of six.	Here you go, Squidward. One, two, three and four, and uh— five and six. That's it. That's the whole order, Squidward. There isn't a Krabby Patty behind my back or anything.
Squidward: Uh— yeah.	Oh, Patty, a patty like you comes around once in a lifetime. I can't let them eat you. No, the job must come first. I can't let emotions cloud my commitment to the sacred fry cook oath: That which is fried, must be eaten.
Squidward: SpongeBob, where is that other— oh, there it is. Muscular Guy #1: Where's my Krabby Patty? Squidward: Right here, muscleboy. Muscular Guy #1: It's about time.	No, I won't let you do this to Patty.
Squidward: SpongeBob, hand over the Krabby—	Oh, Patty, I can't let them eat you. Your beauty must be preserved. Amazing.
Squidward: What are you going to do with it, take it home? Put a little dress on her? Go out for a romantic walk with it?	Great idea.
Squidward: I wonder if it's too late to get a refund from my therapist.	Enjoy, sir.
Muscular Guy #1: Can I eat this one? What....? Hey, how'd they know? I loved grilled shoe.	What's cooking there, Patty? Oh, are you kidding? I love crepes. Oh, Patty, when we're together, I feel like we're in our own little world like, like— nothing can hurt us. Fire! Fire! Fire!
Gary: Meow.	It's okay, Patty, the fire's gone. You're safe now. Oh, I better, uh— get the doorbell.
Patrick: SpongeBob, how about another game of— tie your best buddy in knots. My turn.	Sorry, Patrick. I already made plans to go for a walk through Jellyfish Fields with Patty. As soon as the little lady dries her hair, we're heading out.
Sandy: Hi-yah! Hey, SpongeBob, you didn't forget about our plan to go a-choppin', did you?	Sorry, Sandy. No time for karate today. After our walk, I'm going for a rowboat ride with Patty. Just waiting for her to put on her makeup. You know how long it takes a Krabby Patty to get ready.
Sandy: Well, that makes as much sense as a snake with no slither. Patties are put in the water for eating, SpongeBob. Not for beboppin' all over Timbuktu.	Patty. Yeah, well, you two have fun with that. Patty and I have to be on our way.
Patrick: I've been replaced by a sandwich! Maybe I could meet a lovely sandwich of my own. Yeah, that'll show SpongeBob.	♪Oh, baby, They may call me a fool, But I can't help our gravitational pull. When I stuff you with cotton candy, it reminds me you're so sweet. When we go riding, it's dandy. The way you hang onto that seat, Ba-ay-ay-by!♪ ♪When I'm with you, Our love is stronger than glue.♪ Whoo! ♪Oh, baby! There isn't anything. There's nothing in the world, I wouldn't do for you—♪ Hey, let go of her, you Patty-eaters! No! Get away! Hi-yah! Hi-yah! Hi-yah! Hi-yah! Hi-yah! Yah! Yah! Hi-yah! Hi-yah! Hiiiiyah! Patty, you okay, sweetoms? ♪I'm so— sorry! I'll never let you out of my sight again, And I'll always keep you out of harm's waaa-aaaa-aayyyy!♪ ♪Oh, baby. Our love is so strong. That's why I'm singing this song. Ba-ay-ay-by! Your looks are sweeter than honey. From your pickles to your buns, It ain't even funny—!♪ I'm coming for you! Oh, no! Look at you! Don't worry, Patty! I'll take care of this! There you go! ♪All better. Oh, baby.♪ Oh, Patty. Do you realize what this signifies? Mm-hmm. That's right. It's our six-hour anniversary. And do you know what that means? Are you all right, Patty? You don't seem so hot. Don't worry, I know what'll make you feel better. A dinner at the finest restaurant in Bikini Bottom.
Mr. Krabs: Squidward! Where the barnacles is our fry cook? He's been gone all day. That boy's never been a work shirker. We got a crowd of hungry customers waiting. Squidward: How should I know? Do I look like my idiot's keeper? Mr. Krabs: Well— actually—	Good day, sir.
Squidward: As if on cue. Mr. Krabs: SpongeBob, what's with the fancy getup?	Oh, I just got gussied up for my special dinner date.
Mr. Krabs: A dinner date? Well, blow me down, boy. I didn't know you had it in you. so when do we get to meet the little lady? By the way, is she rich?	She's rich in taste.
Squidward: How could you possibly date anyone? I mean, look at you. She must be blind. Mr. Krabs: Ooh, a limousine.	There she is.
Mr. Krabs: Oh, I can smell the money already.	Here we are, darling. The best eatery in town.
Martha Smith: Harold, again? Harold Smith: Martha, I know what you're thinking. It's not me this time. Martha Smith: Well, whatever it is, it's disgusting. Harold Smith: Let's get out of here. Martha Smith: Yuck.	Mr. Krabs, Squidward— allow me to introduce my date— Patty.
Mr. Krabs: Your date's a...Krabby Patty? Methinks the boy's really lost it. Squidward: What's that putrid odor? Mr. Krabs: Oh, it's that Krabby Patty. What are you doing with that rotten piece of meat, boy?	This isn't a “piece-o-meat”, Mr. Krabs. She's Patty. And we're on a special date tonight so you don't mind if we get the manager's treatment, do you?
Mr. Krabs: Sorry, boy. no can do.	Oh, really? Mr. Fiver says different.
Mr. Krabs: What was that? I couldn't hear you.	How about now?
Mr. Krabs: All right, take a seat.	Grrrrrazie! Here you go, my dear. A throne befitting a queen. Oh, good evening, monsieur. What might we have on the menu at this fine establishment?
Squidward: Well, you should know considering the fact you work here, sod for brains. Speaking of sods— why don't you get rid of this garbage? It's starting to stink up the joint.	Don't say such a thing, Squidward. Patty's just a little sick is all. Wight, Wubbie-Lubbie.
Squidward: I'll show you sick.	Squidward, what are you doing with my beautiful patty?
Squidward: Beautiful, huh? How beautiful do you think this is?	Stop it, Squidward! Maybe you can't see Patty's beauty. But to me, she's the most gorgeous creature in the sea.
Squidward: Well, I definitely see I can't help the mentally atrophied. Goodbye, Creature.	Patty, you no mind to that, wubbie-wubbie. I will always love you— Yeah, what is that smell? Patty? What happened to you?
Mr. Krabs: I think I can explain, boy. There was a time when I was in love too. She was a Krabby Patty that looked a lot like yours does. Well, maybe not right now, but you know what I mean. She was a firm, juicy, a warm patty. And attractive- oh, she looked good enough to eat. So— I did. do you hear what I'm saying to you, boy?	Um, not quite, Mr. Krabs.
Mr. Krabs: Krabby Patties are meant to be loved and eaten. That's what they're put in the ocean for. And it looks like yours is way past due.	I see now. I see what I must do. Oh, Patty, my darling. Before I do this, I want you to know that I only do it out of love.
Mr. Krabs: Well done, boy. As a reward for your valiant effort, I'll only charge you 25¢ for the patty. Employee discount.	Can I get a doggie bag with that?
Patrick: Best Friends Day! Best Friends Day! Best Friends Day! Best Friends Day!	Patrick! Happy Best Friend... whoa.
Patrick: This chewing gum is my most beloved possession, and I'm giving it to my bestest friend, on Best Friends Day.	Patrick, I am truly honored and...
Patrick: What's wrong, buddy?	You got me such an amazing gift, and all I got you was...that.
Robo 2.1: Greetings. I am Robo 2.1, your personal robot servant. I am proficient in providing over 250,000 creature comforts. Would you care for a pastry? Patrick: Yum! Sweet, hot, and juicy. SpongeBob, this is a great gift!	Well, thanks for your appreciation, Patrick, but it's no giant, old, used ball of gum.
Patrick: Aww, don't be so hard on yourself, SpongeBob. I love my gift. In fact, I'll go play with it right now! Come on, Robo! Robo 2.1: Coming, Master Patrick. Patrick: Oh, SpongeBob, you don't mind if I say goodbye to Gummy, do you?	No, not at all.
Patrick: Thanks. Goodbye, Gummy. You be good to SpongeBob, you hear? I love you, too, Gummy. Welp, he's all yours!	O, majestic and much masticated Gummy, although I am not worthy to be in your presence, may my humble abode please you. Oh, you sure are a big boy, aren't you? Ooh. Hey, I know how to handle this! With a little karate! Hyah! Whew! Oh, Gummy, what a beautiful centerpiece you make. With your dirty sock and used toothbrush, flies, and moldy pizza. Get a hold of yourself, SpongeBob. It's not so bad. After all, it is a gift from Patrick.

Mr. Krabs: There, there, laddie. Just let the legal system run its course. Police officer #1: Watch your head. Plankton: No, wait! Please! Karen, help! Police officer #1: Oh, you won't be needing this where you're going.

Boy, that was a close one, huh, Squidward? He almost got your clarinet.

Squidward: Once again, I hate people. Mr. Krabs: Mr. Squidward! What is happening in me restaurant?! Squidward: The customers have gone crazy! SpongeBob is late for work, so there's no food! Mr. Krabs: But he's never been late for work in his life! Oh, this can only mean one thing. SpongeBob has passed away! Mr. Krabs: Or...maybe he's just seriously injured. Mr. Krabs: Oh, yeah, that's still bad, isn't it? Squidward: I had no idea you cared that much about SpongeBob. Mr. Krabs: Of course! He's been a loyal employee. His passing would be a great loss to me bank account. Oh, I—to me personally, of course. Now, come on, we have to go check on SpongeBob's possible remains. Squidward: With pleasure! What? Too soon? Mr. Krabs: Prepare yourselves for the horror. Or the joy. Let's not be downers about this. Bikini Bottomites: Oh, yeah. Okay. Mr. Krabs: But probably, like I said, the horror! Mr. Krabs: Neptune's nightmare! That snail is eating SpongeBob's face! Get away from him! Bikini Bottomites: Such a nice kid.

I—I— Oh, good morning, everyone.

Mr. Krabs: SpongeBob, you're alive!

I am? Well, thank goodness. Wait, why wouldn't I be alive?

Mr. Krabs: You were late to work, so we assumed the worst. Squidward: You mean, the best.

Late to work? But that's impossible! My trusty alarm clock always waked me up. See? Well, how do you like that? It's unplugged. Well, we'll just fix that and I'll never be late again. Oh, my clock!

Mr. Krabs: Looks like you need a new clock, boy-o.

Oh, I could never replace my old clock, Mr. Krabs. We've been through a lot together. It's the only alarm clock I've ever owned. I can fix it.

Mr. Krabs: Eh, good luck. But you better not be late tomorrow. Or else. Squidward: Did that stupid clock give me a bump on my head? SpongeBob and Mr. Krabs: Ugh!

Oh, come on, come on. I still love you. Let me fix you. Wow!

Patrick: Ooh, hey, SpongeBob, what're you doing?

Oh, I'm just trying to fix this old alarm clock. I'm gonna need that part you swallowed, by the way.

Patrick: That's cool. Just give a couple of hours. You know, I could totally fix your clock for you.

Oh, I don't know, Patrick. This clock means a lot to me and— Well, okay, are you sure?

Patrick: Absolutely. Don't you worry. I promise to be super careful. Why don't you fix?! Hmm? Uh... Sorry, SpongeBob, I couldn't fix it.

Thanks for trying, Patrick, but I guess nothing lasts forever. Looks like I'm gonna need a new clock after all.

Patrick: Hmm! In that case...

Um, hello?

Con man: Hello, there! Welcome to Clock World, where we always have time for a bargain. How can I help you?

Do you have another alarm clock like my old one?

Con man: Hmm… Ah, the 740 Foghorn Wake-Em-Up Grand. I'm sorry to say they don't make this model anymore. But if you have a second, I have many others I can show you.

Wow. So many to choose from. Oh, I'll never be able to choose a clock with this many choices. I'll just take 'em all!

Con man: Ah! I'm rich! Whoo! Whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo! Gary: Meow.

My old foghorn clock was the only alarm clock that could wake me up. Sure hope one of these works. Goodnight, Gare-bear.

French Narrator: One hour later...

Huh?

Mr. Krabs: Late.

I hope this one works.

French Narrator: Late again... Mr. Krabs: Late!

Huh?

French Narrator: You get the idea! Mr. Krabs: Late! Late! Late! Still late! Late! Late, late, late, late, late, late, late! Squidward: Still late. Mr. Krabs: Late again. I told you before that you best not be late or else! But this time, I'll be emphasizing it with a furrowed brow. Or else.

Oh, I don't know how many more or elses I can take. I have to figure out a way to wake up on time. Hey, what a great idea!

Mr. Krabs: Hmm, I really thought that last or else would've worked. Maybe I should've wagged my finger. Mr. Krabs: Right on time! Looks like I won't be needing you after all, SpongeTom. SpongeTom: Oh!

Good morning...

Gary: Meow! Squidward: Sadly, it looks like your order's on time today. D'oh! Mr. Krabs: Glad you finally woke up on time, boy-o!

Just five more minutes, Gary.

Squidward: Sir, there's a line. Bubble Bass: I'm filing a complaint. I ordered this with extra pickles. And I only count fourteen. Squidward: SpongeBob, we got a wrong order. Mr. Krabs: What in Poseidon's beard?!

Oh! Oh! Good morning, Mr. Krabs.

Mr. Krabs: It's not a good morning. First, you're late for days, and now you destroyed me kitchen! Mr. Krabs: Oh, looks like it's—

Time for or else?

Mr. Krabs: You better be at work on time or else I'll have to open up and close the restaurant an hour later.

Uh, what? No!

Patrick: I did it!

Yes! Oh, Patrick, you fixed it!

Patrick: Uh, kind of. ♪Watcha twigger she's a proper jubby-jewel... On a passage from the Dogger Bank to Great Grimsby!♪ Mr. Krabs: Well, it's the worst time of the day once again. Closing time!

Well, see you in the A.M., Mr. Krabs.

Mr. Krabs: Hold on there, SpongeBob! Take that pile of filth out with you.

Mr. Krabs, you shouldn't talk about Squidward like that!

Squidward: He means this filth, you loon!

Takin' out the trash, takin' out the trash. Hmm... dumpster writing! The voice of the people! Up with bubbles, down with air! Nematodes are people too! Ha, those nematodes... Here's one someone didn't finish! Squidward smells. Good. Hmm, what's this one? Krabs is a... hmm? Krabs is a .

Garbage man: Do you kiss your mother with that mouth?

Well, sometimes, but not... Recently.

Patrick: Hi, garbage man. Hi, SpongeBob.

Hi, Patrick! Hey, Patrick, do you know what this word means?

Patrick: Krabs... Uh, isn't that the red, sweaty guy you work for?

Nah-uh, not that word, that word.

Patrick: Hmm... ! Oh, hey! I think I know what that means. That's one of those sentence enhancers.

Sentence enhancers?

Patrick: You use them when you want to talk fancy. You just sprinkle it over anything you say, and Wham-O! You've got yourself a spicy sentence sandwich!

Oh, I get it! Let me try. Hello, Patrick. Lovely day we're having, isn't it?

Patrick: Why, yes it is, SpongeBob. This day is particularly lovely!

How right you are, Patrick! Ooh, You're right, Patrick, my lips are tingling from the spiciness of this conversation.

Patrick: Oh, mine, too!

It tingles when I laugh! Hello, customers, nice day we're having, uh?

Harold: Did he just say?! Pirate fish: Aye, he did.

Hey, Patrick, how the are ya?

Patrick: Pretty good, SpongeBob. Old Man Jenkins: I thought this was a restaurant, not a gutter mouth convention.

Attention, customers, today's special is a Krabby Patty served in a greasy sauce and grilled to perfection. And don't forget to ask us to the fries. It will be our pleasure. Hi, Squidward, how the are ya?

Patrick: Nice day, isn't it, Squidward? Tom: I don't understand. That guy's talented, he doesn't have to work blue. Evelyn: Let's go somewhere more family oriented. Female fish: I'm never eating here again. Male fish: Those foul-mouth bottom feeders. Mr. Krabs: Huh? The Krusty Krab, she's empty! All hands on deck! Batten the front doors! Brace the cash register! Break out the happy snacks! Squidward, where have all me money paying customers gone? Squidward: Apparently, the two barnacle-mouth brothers just learned a new word, and SpongeBob just said it over the intercom. Mr. Krabs: Well, what was it? What'd he say? Squidward: Er...he said...um, well he said... Mr. Krabs: Huh? SpongeBob and friend! Front and center! Why, I oughta make the two of you paint the Krusty Krab for using such language!

But, Mr. Krabs, we were only using our sentence enhancers.

Patrick: Yeah, it's fancy talk. Mr. Krabs: There ain't nothing fancy about that word!

You mean ?

Mr. Krabs: Yes, that one! Now quit saying that! It's a bad word! SpongeBob and Patrick: Bad word?! Mr. Krabs: Yes sirree, that's bad word number 11. In fact, there are 13 bad words you should never use. Squidward: Don't you mean there are only 7? Mr. Krabs: Not if you're a sailor.

Wow, 13.

Patrick: That's a lot of bad words. Mr. Krabs: Okay, boys. I want you to promise me you'll never use that word again. SpongeBob and Patrick: We promise.

Gee, I'm glad Mr. Krabs told us that word we were using was a bad word!

Patrick: Yeah, me too, because classy sophisticates like us shouldn't stain our lips with cursing.

Yeah, verily. Now, let's play a nice, wholesome game of Eels and Escalators.

Patrick: Oh, boy, my favorite!

Come on, Gary needs a new pair of shoes!

Patrick: Oh, eels. Too bad, SpongeBob, you gotta ride the eel.

Darn.

Patrick: My turn! Hooray! Escalators! Yay! Up, up, up!

Come on, escalators, escalators, escalators! Eels again.

Patrick: My turn! Escalators!

Escalators, Escalators, Escalators! Eels?

Patrick: Es-skee-lators! Well, this is your last chance, SpongeBob, or if you get eels again, you lose!

Escalators, escalators, escalators! Ha! Escalators!

Patrick: Eels...

Ah, !

Patrick: Ooooh...! You said number 11!

I didn't mean... you gotta understand, Patrick, I was trying...what I meant to say was...some things just slip out. You gotta understand!

Patrick: Don't worry, SpongeBob, I understand. Mr. Krabs! Mr. Krabs! Mr. Krabs! Mr. Krabs!

No, wait, Patrick! Patrick, no, please don't tell!

Patrick: But, you said !

Aha! Now I'm gonna tell Mr. Krabs on you!

Patrick: Not if I tell first!

I can run faster than you!

Patrick: See ya at the Krusty Krab! Hahaha! Oh, nooooo!

Mr. Krabs, Mr. Krabs, Mr. Krabs!

Mr. Krabs: What, what, what?

Patrick, Patrick, Patrick!

Mr. Krabs: Yes, yes, yes?

He said, he said, he said!

Mr. Krabs: Out with it, boy!

Me and Patrick were playing Eels and Escalators, and Patrick was going up-up-up, and I had to ride the eel and then we ran and Patrick, he said some things.

Mr. Krabs: What kind of things?

Well, he said...

Mr. Krabs: Yes?!

Well, uh, let's just say he said a certain word that you said we shouldn't say, and this particular word happens to be number 11 in the 13 words you said shouldn't be said.

Mr. Krabs: Uh... right, now what was that part about the, um... Who now? Patrick: Mr. Krabs, Mr. Krabs, Mr. Krabs! SpongeBob and Patrick: He said that word that you said we shouldn't say...!

...number thirteen...

SpongeBob and Patrick: Mmm-mmm...! Mr. Krabs: Now I'm gonna let go of yer lips, and when I do, I want you to calmly tell me what youse need to tell me, understand? SpongeBob and Patrick: Mmm-hmm... He said ! Mr. Krabs: Do my ears deceive me?! You two should be ashamed! Time to take out the trash. You two need to be taught a lesson. I thought I made it clear. Never, and I mean, never use number 11 or any of the 13 bad words! Now the both of youse wait right here. I'll be back. Patrick: What's going to happen to us?

We'll probably get 40 lashes!

Patrick: Oh, no!

I'm sorry, Patrick. Mr. Krabs was right. There's no need for words like that.

Patrick: I'm sorry, too, SpongeBob.

Let's make a vow, Patrick. From this day forth, a foul word shall never pass our lips! We'll be good citizens, just like good ol' Mr. Krabs.

Patrick: Agreed! Mr. Krabs: All right, you two foul mouths. As punishment for fouling the air in me restaurant with yer foul words, you're going to give the Krusty Krab a fresh coat of paint from top to bottom. Ow, Ooh! Ow! My foot! What genius put a rock in a path?! Can't you see I got a foot here?! Oh!

Five, six, seven...

Mr. Krabs: ...a whole lotta and with a side of , a heapin' helpin' of and a boatload of ... Patrick: Nine... Mr. Krabs: Ooh crabbin’ Ooh-hoo-uh!

That's all thirteen, Patrick! We're gonna tell your mom, Mr. Krabs!

Mr. Krabs: No, please, not me mommy! Wait, please don't tell me mother! I don't think her little old heart can take it! SpongeBob and Patrick: Mama Krabs, Mama Krabs! Mama Krabs: Why, hello there!

Mama Krabs, he said and then he said again and said and then he screamed at the top of his voice !

Patrick: It was terrible.

And he-- --Mrs. Krabs, he didn't care! Such a stream of I have never heard in my days!

Mama Krabs: Oh, dear! My poor old heart. Mr. Krabs: Oh, dear Mother! What have these foul-mouthed heathens done to you? You two should be ashamed! Making an old lady faint with your sailor talk! Mama Krabs: You should all be ashamed. And if you're going to talk like sailors, then you're going to work like sailors. Mama Krabs: I guess you scallywags have earned a glass of lemonade. Yeeeoww! My foot! Mr. Krabs: Mother! Mama Krabs: What? It's Old Man Jenkins and his jalopy. Old Man Jenkins: Howdy, Mrs. K! SpongeBob, Patrick, Mr. Krabs, and Mama Krabs:

♪Someday, I'm going to make you sweetie. Not overtly, but sur-rep-titious-ly.♪ Drum solo! ♪Dooga, dooga, dooga, dooga, dooga—doo. Doo, doo, doo, Doo. Doo!♪ Hey, looks like you guys and gals are done. In all my years of fry cookery, I have never seen such a perfect group of patties. Especially— you. Such perfection from your little lettuce hair to your rosy ketchup cheeks right down to your mustard smile. May I call you— Patty?

Squidward: SpongeBob, I need that order of six.

Here you go, Squidward. One, two, three and four, and uh— five and six. That's it. That's the whole order, Squidward. There isn't a Krabby Patty behind my back or anything.

Squidward: Uh— yeah.

Oh, Patty, a patty like you comes around once in a lifetime. I can't let them eat you. No, the job must come first. I can't let emotions cloud my commitment to the sacred fry cook oath: That which is fried, must be eaten.

Squidward: SpongeBob, where is that other— oh, there it is. Muscular Guy #1: Where's my Krabby Patty? Squidward: Right here, muscleboy. Muscular Guy #1: It's about time.

No, I won't let you do this to Patty.

Squidward: SpongeBob, hand over the Krabby—

Oh, Patty, I can't let them eat you. Your beauty must be preserved. Amazing.

Squidward: What are you going to do with it, take it home? Put a little dress on her? Go out for a romantic walk with it?

Great idea.

Squidward: I wonder if it's too late to get a refund from my therapist.

Enjoy, sir.

Muscular Guy #1: Can I eat this one? What....? Hey, how'd they know? I loved grilled shoe.

What's cooking there, Patty? Oh, are you kidding? I love crepes. Oh, Patty, when we're together, I feel like we're in our own little world like, like— nothing can hurt us. Fire! Fire! Fire!

Gary: Meow.

It's okay, Patty, the fire's gone. You're safe now. Oh, I better, uh— get the doorbell.

Patrick: SpongeBob, how about another game of— tie your best buddy in knots. My turn.

Sorry, Patrick. I already made plans to go for a walk through Jellyfish Fields with Patty. As soon as the little lady dries her hair, we're heading out.

Sandy: Hi-yah! Hey, SpongeBob, you didn't forget about our plan to go a-choppin', did you?

Sorry, Sandy. No time for karate today. After our walk, I'm going for a rowboat ride with Patty. Just waiting for her to put on her makeup. You know how long it takes a Krabby Patty to get ready.

Sandy: Well, that makes as much sense as a snake with no slither. Patties are put in the water for eating, SpongeBob. Not for beboppin' all over Timbuktu.

Patty. Yeah, well, you two have fun with that. Patty and I have to be on our way.

Patrick: I've been replaced by a sandwich! Maybe I could meet a lovely sandwich of my own. Yeah, that'll show SpongeBob.

♪Oh, baby, They may call me a fool, But I can't help our gravitational pull. When I stuff you with cotton candy, it reminds me you're so sweet. When we go riding, it's dandy. The way you hang onto that seat, Ba-ay-ay-by!♪ ♪When I'm with you, Our love is stronger than glue.♪ Whoo! ♪Oh, baby! There isn't anything. There's nothing in the world, I wouldn't do for you—♪ Hey, let go of her, you Patty-eaters! No! Get away! Hi-yah! Hi-yah! Hi-yah! Hi-yah! Hi-yah! Yah! Yah! Hi-yah! Hi-yah! Hiiiiyah! Patty, you okay, sweetoms? ♪I'm so— sorry! I'll never let you out of my sight again, And I'll always keep you out of harm's waaa-aaaa-aayyyy!♪ ♪Oh, baby. Our love is so strong. That's why I'm singing this song. Ba-ay-ay-by! Your looks are sweeter than honey. From your pickles to your buns, It ain't even funny—!♪ I'm coming for you! Oh, no! Look at you! Don't worry, Patty! I'll take care of this! There you go! ♪All better. Oh, baby.♪ Oh, Patty. Do you realize what this signifies? Mm-hmm. That's right. It's our six-hour anniversary. And do you know what that means? Are you all right, Patty? You don't seem so hot. Don't worry, I know what'll make you feel better. A dinner at the finest restaurant in Bikini Bottom.

Mr. Krabs: Squidward! Where the barnacles is our fry cook? He's been gone all day. That boy's never been a work shirker. We got a crowd of hungry customers waiting. Squidward: How should I know? Do I look like my idiot's keeper? Mr. Krabs: Well— actually—

Good day, sir.

Squidward: As if on cue. Mr. Krabs: SpongeBob, what's with the fancy getup?

Oh, I just got gussied up for my special dinner date.

Mr. Krabs: A dinner date? Well, blow me down, boy. I didn't know you had it in you. so when do we get to meet the little lady? By the way, is she rich?

She's rich in taste.

Squidward: How could you possibly date anyone? I mean, look at you. She must be blind. Mr. Krabs: Ooh, a limousine.

There she is.

Mr. Krabs: Oh, I can smell the money already.

Here we are, darling. The best eatery in town.

Martha Smith: Harold, again? Harold Smith: Martha, I know what you're thinking. It's not me this time. Martha Smith: Well, whatever it is, it's disgusting. Harold Smith: Let's get out of here. Martha Smith: Yuck.

Mr. Krabs, Squidward— allow me to introduce my date— Patty.

Mr. Krabs: Your date's a...Krabby Patty? Methinks the boy's really lost it. Squidward: What's that putrid odor? Mr. Krabs: Oh, it's that Krabby Patty. What are you doing with that rotten piece of meat, boy?

This isn't a “piece-o-meat”, Mr. Krabs. She's Patty. And we're on a special date tonight so you don't mind if we get the manager's treatment, do you?

Mr. Krabs: Sorry, boy. no can do.

Oh, really? Mr. Fiver says different.

Mr. Krabs: What was that? I couldn't hear you.

How about now?

Mr. Krabs: All right, take a seat.

Grrrrrazie! Here you go, my dear. A throne befitting a queen. Oh, good evening, monsieur. What might we have on the menu at this fine establishment?

Squidward: Well, you should know considering the fact you work here, sod for brains. Speaking of sods— why don't you get rid of this garbage? It's starting to stink up the joint.

Don't say such a thing, Squidward. Patty's just a little sick is all. Wight, Wubbie-Lubbie.

Squidward: I'll show you sick.

Squidward, what are you doing with my beautiful patty?

Squidward: Beautiful, huh? How beautiful do you think this is?

Stop it, Squidward! Maybe you can't see Patty's beauty. But to me, she's the most gorgeous creature in the sea.

Squidward: Well, I definitely see I can't help the mentally atrophied. Goodbye, Creature.

Patty, you no mind to that, wubbie-wubbie. I will always love you— Yeah, what is that smell? Patty? What happened to you?

Mr. Krabs: I think I can explain, boy. There was a time when I was in love too. She was a Krabby Patty that looked a lot like yours does. Well, maybe not right now, but you know what I mean. She was a firm, juicy, a warm patty. And attractive- oh, she looked good enough to eat. So— I did. do you hear what I'm saying to you, boy?

Um, not quite, Mr. Krabs.

Mr. Krabs: Krabby Patties are meant to be loved and eaten. That's what they're put in the ocean for. And it looks like yours is way past due.

I see now. I see what I must do. Oh, Patty, my darling. Before I do this, I want you to know that I only do it out of love.

Mr. Krabs: Well done, boy. As a reward for your valiant effort, I'll only charge you 25¢ for the patty. Employee discount.

Can I get a doggie bag with that?

Patrick: Best Friends Day! Best Friends Day! Best Friends Day! Best Friends Day!

Patrick! Happy Best Friend... whoa.

Patrick: This chewing gum is my most beloved possession, and I'm giving it to my bestest friend, on Best Friends Day.

Patrick, I am truly honored and...

Patrick: What's wrong, buddy?

You got me such an amazing gift, and all I got you was...that.

Robo 2.1: Greetings. I am Robo 2.1, your personal robot servant. I am proficient in providing over 250,000 creature comforts. Would you care for a pastry? Patrick: Yum! Sweet, hot, and juicy. SpongeBob, this is a great gift!

Well, thanks for your appreciation, Patrick, but it's no giant, old, used ball of gum.

Patrick: Aww, don't be so hard on yourself, SpongeBob. I love my gift. In fact, I'll go play with it right now! Come on, Robo! Robo 2.1: Coming, Master Patrick. Patrick: Oh, SpongeBob, you don't mind if I say goodbye to Gummy, do you?

No, not at all.

Patrick: Thanks. Goodbye, Gummy. You be good to SpongeBob, you hear? I love you, too, Gummy. Welp, he's all yours!

O, majestic and much masticated Gummy, although I am not worthy to be in your presence, may my humble abode please you. Oh, you sure are a big boy, aren't you? Ooh. Hey, I know how to handle this! With a little karate! Hyah! Whew! Oh, Gummy, what a beautiful centerpiece you make. With your dirty sock and used toothbrush, flies, and moldy pizza. Get a hold of yourself, SpongeBob. It's not so bad. After all, it is a gift from Patrick.