rqchao/spongebob · Datasets at Hugging Face

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Patrick: I still can't read the sign! I wanna go home!	Uhh, uhh, okay. You wait for the bus. Call me when it comes. I'm gonna get a bus schedule. Boy, this place sure is creepy.
Patrick: Hey, SpongeBob, the bus is here! SpongeBob...!	I guess Grandpa SquarePants was right. Don't run for a bus. Especially one that's going up at a 90-degree angle. I better go wait for the next one. C'mon, bus! I've got to get home and feed Gary! Uh-oh, shoe's untied. Over, under, and over, and loop-dee-loop, and over... and through the barrel. My balloon! Wait! Hold on! Stop that bus! Aww, not again! Umm, excuse me, sir. Can you help me? Uhh, uhh, yeah, I... No, no! Not the balloon! I need to know when the next bus comes... Well, there goes another one. I gotta be more diligent. I am not leaving this spot no matter what! I'm gettin' hungry. Glove candy dispenser! Good thing I went to Glove World!. Eww, glove flavored! Hey, what's that? A candy machine. Mmm, kelp nougat crunch. Mmm... I'm not leaving this spot no matter what! I'll only be gone a second. Hey! Ooh! Come on, come on! Hey! That was mine! Barnacles! Alright, that's it! No more mister nice guy! Tartar sauce! Fish paste! I'm getting to the bottom of this, right now! I want a bus to Bikini Bottom! I am first in line and no one is gonna tell me otherwise! Okay, second! I am second in line! Okay, third is good! Fourth, not bad. Okay, 329. I am 329th in line and nobody forget it!
Window Attendant: Next.	Well, at least the line is moving. Tartar sauce!
Window Attendant: Next. Next. Next. Next.	Huh?
Window Attendant: Next.	Finally! Yes, I'm next! When is the next bus to Bikini Bottom?
Window Attendant: What?	The bus schedule. The next bus.
Window Attendant: I can't... understand... your accent.	The next bus... to Bikini... Bottom.
Window Attendant: Ohh. Why didn't you say so? Next bus leaves in... 5 seconds. Ohh, tough luck, kid. That's the last one til' morning.	Oh, no... you don't!
Window Attendant: Goodnight!	Hold it, I'm not through here! Do you hear me? I demand you come back and give me a bus to Bikini Bottom right now! Until then, I am not leaving this spot! Okay, like I said, I'll be right here when you get back. At this spot. In the dark. By myself. With no one around. Except my glove light! Ah, that's better. This isn't your average everyday darkness. This is... advanced darkness. Hey! If I close my eyes, it doesn't seem so dark. Who's there?! Well, I guess that spot will be there tomorrow. I better just keep walking. Running! Better start running! Running! Sprinting! I just gotta keep sprinting! Sitting, sitting. Bleeding. Hey, who's there? Okay, that's enough! Don't come closer! I'm warning you! I'm a sponge! Oh, it's only you. Well, that solves my balloon problem, but I have a bigger problem. I'm kinda stuck here. I need to catch a bus to get home. You don't understand a word I'm saying, do you? Balloon... has... enough... air... thanks. Hey, I get it, balloon travel! Thank... you!
Creature: You're welcome!	Ah, home at last.
Patrick: Don't worry, SpongeBob, I'm coming back for ya! Mr. Krabs: Squidward. What do you think the nurse is doing to him in there? Squidward: It's called a checkup. It's an invasion of your personal space that's good for you. Nurse: Sir, please hold still! I need to check your reflexes.	Sorry, nurse lady. I've never had a checkup before. It's so much fun!
Nurse: You seem fine...physically, at least. Congratulations. You pass.	Wow! Imagine if it was this easy to get your boating license!
Squidward: Eh. The world shudders at the thought. Nurse: Mr. Tentacles?! Squidward: Finally! Let's get this over with! Mr. Krabs: Ooh...So, Boy-o...how was it in there? Anything I should be...terrified of?	Oh, no, Mr. Krabs! Getting a checkup is the best! The nurse poked me and prodded me and jabbed me... and pulled me and twisted me. And—
Mr. Krabs: Okay, okay. That's enough. Squidward: You want me to what? Mr. Krabs: Ooh... Nurse: Fill this, please. Squidward: Hmph. Squidward: Could I get a little privacy? Nurse: Hmm...good color. Solid line fidelity. The ink is a little thick, though. Squidward: Hey! Nurse: You just need to drink more water. You pass. Is there a...Eugene Krabs?!	Your turn, Mr. K.
Squidward: Ha, ha! Looks like the old man is scared of getting his checkup. Nurse: This is no laughing matter! Every employee must get their checkup or the restaurant will be closed under orders of the Bikini Bottom Better Business Bureau. Squidward: Not the...B.B.B.B.B!	You heard her. The...
Squidward: Perhaps we could reach some sort of understanding.	Oh, oh, I know! We'll give Mr. Krabs his checkup over the weekend and you just pick up the results on Monday. Everybody wins!
Squidward: I was just gonna bribe her. Nurse: Monday works.	Yay! We get to spend the weekend together!
Mr. Krabs: Dodged that bullet!	He's coming!
Squidward: It says here the first part of Krabs' exam is the pinch test. We just need to do it in a way he doesn't know he's being tested!	Way ahead of ya! We'll make him an offer he can't resist!
Squidward: Free Money Inside. Ha. Not bad.	Come on, before he sees us!
Mr. Krabs: Huh? Free money, hey? Don't mind if I do! Mr. Krabs: Where's that money? I'm not feeling any money!	Okay. I brought plenty of things for Mr. Krabs to pinch—a pinch of salt— A baby's cheek! Lucky that was a robot baby.
Squidward: SpongeBob, quit fooling around! Ow! We need to test his ability to pinch something tough, you ninny!	Tough, huh? Gosh, the toughest thing I can think of is...Mr. Krabs himself!
[SpongeBob grabs Mr. Krabs arms and ties them together. Mr. Krabs' right claw pinches his left claw, causing him to groan in pain. The claws crack and break into pieces, revealing his flabby, soft skin underneath. Mr. Krabs: Ohhh! Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh! Me achin' pinchers! And I didn't even get any money! Mr. Krabs: Hee hee! A penny! It's me lucky day! Squidward: Pinch test failed. Well, maybe he'll do better on the eye stalk test. Mr. Krabs: Free suits? Oh, boy!	Welcome, sir. Step up here, and we'll begin. Squidward, do you have the measuring tape? Just grabbing some measurements... Sir, try to keep still.
Mr. Krabs: Whoa, there! Don't you need some other measurements? I mean, how 'bout my inseam?	Uh, no, you can put that away, sir. I'm almost done.
Mr. Krabs: Aah! That's it! Get off me, you terrible tailor!	Tell your friends about us!
Mr. Krabs: Not likely! Squidward: How'd he do?	Oh, he didn't make the cut.
Squidward: Of course. Up next, it says we have to get him an X-ray of him. Any ideas?	I do have one plan that might work. Hello there, sir! Are you rightfully afraid of your own mortality? Wanna make sure that when you're gone, you are not forgotten? Well, step on up and marvel at the latest technological wonder—photography! Preserve your precious punim for generations to come! Conquer time itself at absolutely no charge to you!
Mr. Krabs: No charge, hey? Well...I am very photogeneric. Mr. Krabs: Let's see...how do you start this thing? Oh! Here we go! Mr. Krabs: Hoo! Gettin' kinda hot in here! Should my underwear be on fire?	How many X-rays of Mr. Krabs do we need?
Squidward: Just one. How many did you set it to take?	25...thousand?
Mr. Krabs: Uh...this is getting a little... Eh...thank you. No more pictures, please.	Squidward, is his skeleton supposed to just fall apart like that?
Squidward: Not at all. On to the next test. Mr. Krabs: Oh...oh... Oh, what a day.	Hey, man, you look like you've had a rough day. How'd ya like to chill out with a nice massage? It's free.
Mr. Krabs: Free, huh?	Free.
Mr. Krabs: Eh. Okay. Let's get this over with. Squidward: Remember, this is the cold-blooded test. Just take his temperature.	You got it, best friend.
Squidward: Don't call me that.	Boop!
Squidward: Don't you do that! Mr. Krabs: I'm ready!	All right, man, let's see if we can, like, work out some of this tension.
Mr. Krabs: Why, you—Oh, no, no, no, no, no! Squidward: How's the cold-blooded test going?	Great! He's in the freezer right now.
Squidward: SpongeBob, you moron! Cold-blooded means your body is the same temperature as the water around it, not that you're actually cold! Mr. Krabs: Squidward? Whyyyyyy? Squidward: Oh, Mr. Krabs, I'm so sorry! We had to give you your physical without you knowing, or the Krusty Krab would've been shut down, and I'd have to get a real job!	All right! Final test! Shell durability!
Mr. Krabs: No, no, no, no, no, no! Mr. Krabs: Now you see why I don't like checkups?	Don't worry, Mr. Krabs. Yes, you failed every test today, but Squidward and I will whip you into shape, even if it takes the rest of the weekend! Let's kick it up a notch!
Mr. Krabs: Whoa—no! Mr. Krabs: Oh—oh—no—oh, jeez—ohh!	I don't know what we did wrong, Squidward. Mr. Krabs looks worse than before!
Squidward: I guess that nurse is gonna close the Krusty Krab after all. I wish I could say it's been a pleasure working with you.	Oh, Squidward, I'll miss you too!
Mr. Krabs: Quit yer blubberin', boy. Me body may be mush, but me mind's sharp as a tack! And I...have a plan. Nurse: Good morning! I assume your boss passed his physical? Squidward: Oh, um...yes. Of course he did. Um, unfortunately, our results were—	Uh, eaten!
Squidward: Yeah, yeah. Um, anyway, we thought you could give old Mr. K another exam yourself. He's in his office. Nurse: Hmm...Very well. Nurse: Mr. Krabs...not only did you pass your exam, you might be the most astonishingly excellent physical specimen I've ever seen! SpongeBob and Squidward: Whew! Larry: My name is Mr. Krabs, and I love money! Nurse: Yes. You said so several times during the examination. Nurse: I suppose I won't need to close your restaurant today. See you next year. Mr. Krabs: Whoo-hoo! We did it, boys! The Krusty Krab lives to see another day! Three cheers for a successful ruse!	Let's just make it one.
SpongeBob and Mr. Krabs: Hip, hip, hooray! Larry: So, you said there would be some money in this for me? Mr. Krabs: You'll never get me money! Patrick: I don't get it! What's an audit?	I don't know. Let me check the rules. Playing Certified Public Accountant isn't as much fun as I thought. Maybe it'll be funner if we play louder!
Patrick: I am rolling the dice! now I am moving! Run... spreadsheets?	What does that even mean?!
Patrick: Well, maybe I’m supposed to run around with this sheet we spread on the ground!	Yeah, that sounds right to me! Hey, Squidward. Wanna play Certified Public Accountant with us?
Squidward: Oh, let me think. That sounds so, no! Patrick: I don't think this game is ripe.	Yeah, maybe it got picked too soon.
Squidward: What? Do you think that games grow on trees? Patrick: Doesn't everything grow on trees? Squidward: No, you ninny! Somebody makes them. Patrick: Makes them? Squidward: Yeah. Somebody thinks up the game, then they make the game. Patrick: Then I could make a game? Squidward: No, you couldn't. You would be incapable.	Well, I think Patrick could make up a game.
Squidward: Your operative word there is “think.” Patrick: Yeah! The opernive... word is think! Thanks, Squidward! I'll do it!	Go get'em, Patrick!
Squidward: Double morons. Patrick: I invented a game! I invented a game! Squidward: Whoopee. Do tell. Patrick: Well, you know how hard Tic-Tac-Toe is and how it always takes so long to play? Squidward: Uh-huh. Patrick: Yeah! Well, I made it easier and faster! Squidward: I know I'm gonna hate myself for saying this, but what have you got? Patrick: It's called... Tic-Tac! You start with two lines that are crossed. And then the first person puts an X. And then the next person puts an, uh... Squidward: O? Patrick: Oh, yeah! An O! And the first person to get two in a row draws a line through them and says, Tic-Tac!. You start! Squidward: Tic-Tac. Patrick: Uh... Best two out of four? French Narrator: Many Tic-Tacs later... Squidward: Tic and Tac. Patrick: I should've gone with my first idea: Tic. Patrick: Squidward, I got a new game! It's called Rock, Paper, Butter! Squidward: Butter invent a different game! Patrick: Squidward, I got it! Whose rope is longer? You... Aww! You played this before! Patrick: Sandy, I've been trying to invent a game, but every game I invent is a failure. Sandy: If you want to invent a game, you should study all the games you like and figure out what it is you liked best about them. Then you can use those elements in the game you invent. Patrick: I know what to do! Patrick: And so it begins. Patrick: It's a game! It's a game! Now I know what it's like to be a game maker! Squidward: I don't see the point of this game night. Every game that Patrick has invented is more pointless and boring than the last. Sandy: This time, he did research. Squidward: Well, if it's started, then I'm already bored. Sandy: Well, I'm excited! We're gonna be the first people to test out Patrick's game!	This is gonna be written about in the history book someday.
Squidward: Yeah. In crayon. Patrick: Good evening. Please step into my gamatourium. Squidward: More like a lamatourium. Ha. Patrick: Welcome, gamers! And behold! My game!	It's beautiful!
Squidward: Are we finished? Who won? Patrick: No, my friend. We have only just begun. Sandy: What's it called, Patrick? Squidward: Might I suggest garbage? What?	Yeah, Patrick. What's it called?
Patrick: It's called... Patrick! The Game!	Wow!
Squidward: Could we just get started already? I'm late for my coma. Patrick: Alright! I'll explain the rules. Each player picks a piece to move around the board. The way you decide which player gets to pick the piece by rolling the dice. To decide who gets to roll the dice first to see who gets the first choice of players, you have to be... Squidward: Look, Patrick! You go, then Sandy, then SpongeBob, then me! Okay? Patrick: You mean for picking our player or for starting the game? Squidward: Both! Patrick: Ok! Now, onto rules of how to play the game. Squidward: I've got a great idea. Why don't we just start rolling and you can explain the game as we play. Patrick: Hmm... Okay! Oh, money! Sandy: Yee-haw! Beachfront property!	Driver's license! Driver's license! But what does that mean?
Patrick: Oh, on your next turn, you roll then you can move down the board or you can go round the race track as many times as you rolled.	Oh, what should I do? What should I do? What should I do?
Squidward: Could you give me the dice? Give me the dice? Because it's my turn! Squidward: Uh-huh. Patrick: You go to jail. Blue Cellmate: What are you in for, pal? Patrick: My turn! One... two... Squidward: Oh, good thing you've landed on snacks. You must be famished. Sandy: Hmm... Coral Avenue. I'll buy it!	Twelve. I'll... drive the car!
Patrick: Oh, you don't get to roll when you're in jail. Squidward: Well, what do I do to get out of jail? Patrick: You have to roll a six. Patrick: Hey! you can't roll the dice when you're in jail!	Yeah, play by the rules.
Squidward: Well, if the only way to get out of jail is to roll a six, and I can't roll if I'm in jail, just how am I supposed to get out of jail?! Grrr! Patrick: Ah, here it is! The guy that is in jail has to stay there unless he rolls a six or someone says his name. Squidward: Fine. Someone say my name. Patrick: Oh boy! You landed on Do a Surgery! Now, pick a surgery card. Sandy: Hmm... Remove finbone from player to your left. Squidward: What? Wait! No! But I don't have a finbone! I'm an octopus! Sandy: Hush, now! This won't hurt a bit. Sandy: Got it. Patrick: Now, sit back down, you criminal! Squidward: Oh, this game doesn't make any sense!	Sounds like someone's mad because he hasn't moved.
Squidward: Well, neither have you. Squidward: That's it! I've had enough!	Come on, Squidward! Wait!
Sandy: Don't go, Squidward! Patrick: No wait, Squidward!	Squidward!
Patrick: Wait, how'd he get out of jail?	Squidward made us say his name.
Sandy: That was a smart move, Squidward! Squidward: Huh? Oh. Hmm...	Now you roll after me. Five. One, two, three, four, five. Um, I think I'll...
Squidward: Race the car.	I'll...
Squidward: Race the car!	I'll... race the car!
Squidward: Oh boy! Snacks! Patrick: Jail for Squidward! Squidward: But I was on snacks! Patrick: Tell it to the judge! Squidward: Could someone please tell me what we are supposed to be doing? What's the point? This entire game is completely random! It jumps from one thing to another! I don't know how you are supposed to win! And Patrick seems to be making up the rules as he goes along! Patrick: Starving! Starving sea star time! Squidward: Okay, I'm going outside. Patrick: If a person declares outsidies, then everyone must go outside. Squidward: But I didn't say outsidies I said... Patrick: Four. We are in a giggle zone! Everyone laugh! Squidward: Ha.	Two. Silly face! Silly face!
Sandy: Now, that's a silly face!	Hey, Squidward, you finally understand the rules!
Squidward: Oh, I get the rules alright! The rules are that it doesn't matter what anybody rolls! You can just make up whatever it means! So, I could just roll the dice and say, Automatic Winner!	Good job, Squidward! You've won!
Sandy: Nice play, Squidward! Squidward: Huh? Oh, you know what, you're right. That was a good play. Patrick: Not so fast! No player may declare himself Automatic Winner. Squidward: You did it again. You made up another rule! This game is the worst! Stupid game! Highway Speed Patrol: Destruction to private property. Highway Speed Patrol: Oh, and I see here you are a repeat offender. You're going to real jail. Squidward: Anything to get out of this game! Thanks, Officers! Blue Cellmate: Welcome back! Squidward: Somebody say my name! Patrick: Game over! Pearl: Oh, thanks for the ride, Dylan. Dylan: No problem, Pearl. You still going for that party tonight? Pearl: Oh-ho! You bet! Dylan: Nautical. I'll pick ya up at eight. Mr. Krabs: Again? Come on, Pearly-girl, we're running low on doors here! Pearl: Oh, I'm sorry, Daddy. I'm just so excited about going to the big party tonight! I—I—I just had to... Mr. Krabs: Oh, no! No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no! Sorry, sweetie. Daddy's going out to play cards with the boys tonight. Pearl: But, but Daddy! Mr. Krabs: No buts! I can't be worrying about you all night, honey. Pearl: But, Daddy, I just want to go to the party! Mr. Krabs: Oh, shrimp. Mr. Krabs: Whoa! Mr. Krabs: Whew. Hmm? Ahh! There, there, me little beluga. It'll be okay. I hired Mr. Squidward to babysit just like when you were little. Pearl: Ew, Dad! Squidward is so lame. Mr. Krabs: Lame, schmame. You and Squidward will have so much fun, you won't want to go anywhere. But just in case. You won't be able to go anywhere! Oh, just in time. Mr. Krabs: Squidward! Thanks for keeping an eye on me little Pearl tonight. Squidward: No problem. Mr. Krabs: Remember our deal, Squidward. Keep Pearl out of trouble and I'll give you one shift a week without SpongeBob. But if anything happens to my little angel, I won’t give any shifts without SpongeBob... Squidward: No! Please! Anything but that! Don't worry, Mr. Krabs. You can count on me. Mr. Krabs: I knew I could. Squidward: Whew! Pearl: Oh, thanks for watching the house tonight, Squidward. I'll be back late. So, you know, don't wait up for me! Squidward: Your dad said we have to stay in tonight! But that doesn't mean we can't have fun! Squidward: Look. We can play with this setaceous Sally doll. Or we could color this princess coloring book. Or we could sing along with—Ahh! Squidward: Uh, Sally! Squidward: Outside the lines! Squidward: Pearl? Hello? Hmm, hey, uh, Pearl. Um, whatcha' up to? Pearl: Arts and crafts! Squidward: Hey, I dabble in the arts myself. Maybe I can help. Squidward: Uh, never mind. Uh, you seem to have that under control. I'll just, um, be out here if you need me. Or not. Definitely not. That is one morbid teen. Pearl: That outta keep him out of my hair. Pearl: It's go-time! Squidward: Oh. What's happening? Pearl? Oh. You asleep? Aw, she must've tuckered herself out. Squidward: Oh, no! Maybe if we get it on ice, then can reattach it— Ahh! Squidward: Huh? Pearl: Oh, thanks for the ride, Dylan. Dylan: No prob. Squidward: She's gone! Krabs is gonna kill me! Pearl: Um, that sign said surface. Are you sure this is the way? Dylan: For sure, babe. We're going to a breach party. Pearl: Oh, I've never been to one of those before. Sounds exciting. Dylan: Whoo! Squidward: Hmm. Mm-hmm. Hmm. Still warm. The surface, eh? That SpongeBob-free shift will be mine! SpongeBob-shift— mine! Pearl: Mmm! Oh-ho, Dylan. Teens: Chug! Chug! Chug! Chug! Teens: Breach! Breach! Breach! Breach! Breach! Breach! Teens: Whoo-hoo! Squidward: Pearl! Teens: Huh? What? Squidward: You have to come home right away! We can do whatever you want if we go back now! I'll even play us some jazz! Kids love jazz! Squidward: ♪Come on, Pearl. Let's go home. I can't be here all alone. Let's get back, before we're dead. Skiddle-bobba-doo-diddle-bop-bop, yeah!♪ Teen #1: No! Jazz making me nerdier! Pearl: Oh, this is so embarrassing! Dylan: Forget him, Pearl. Let's breach. Teens: Yeah! Yeah! Yes! Yeah! Pearl: Uh, I don't know. Is it dangerous? Dylan: Uh-uh, babe. It's nautical. Squidward: Pearl! What about yo-yos? Kids love yo-yos! Pearl: Okay, let's do it! One, two, three, yahoo! This is so coral! Dylan, help! This isn't nautical! Teen #2: Oh, man! She's beached! Dylan: We're gonna be in so much trouble! Teen #3: Leave her! Let's cheese it! Teen #4: Let's get out of here! Pearl: Oh, no! Squidward: Pearl, are you alright? Pearl: Oh, Squidward, I'm so sorry I didn't listen to you. Squidward: It's okay! Let's just get you outta' here. Squidward: Okay, okay, just hold on a second! Pearl: Hold on? What are you—Ahh! Pearl: Huh? Pearl: I can't believe Dylan ditched me! My life is over! Squidward: Oh, I don't think it's that bad. Squidward: I'll, um, just get you home. French Narrator: Many, many minutes later... Pearl: Guess I'll just wait for my dad to get home. Squidward: You know, there is a way we can still have a little fun tonight. Pearl: Really? Dylan: Like, hello? Trick-Or-Treater 1: I wanted to be Mermaid Man this year. Trick-Or-Treater 2: Trick or treat. Citizen: I love Halloween. Whoa!	Ah! Hm... Mm-hm. It's scary, but... Oh. Hello. Hm...
Patrick: Hello!	Hello, Sir Patrick. How do you like my decorations?
Patrick: Those are too cute for Halloween, SpongeBob.	Oh, Patrick, Halloween is cute. Sharing candy, holding hands, singing songs. It's a bright and cheery time of year.
Patrick: I thought it was about getting your pants scared off. Hey, where's your costume?	Close your eyes. Okay. Open 'em. ♪I'm a lovely flower♪ Ooh...
Patrick: Oh, that's not scary either, SpongeBob. Wait, I'll show you what scary is. Trick-Or-Treaters: Let's go to this house. Squidward: Oh... There is no candy here... Trick-Or-Treater 3: What? Squidward: Only onions! Now move along. Ooh... Patrick: No candy. That is so scary. Right, SpongeBob? SpongeBob? SpongeBob, why are you hiding in there? You'll miss all the scary stuff.	I don't want to see the scary stuff, Patrick. Okay? I admit it. I love trick-or-treating, but I am too afraid to go out on Halloween!
Patrick: SpongeBob, don't you know the old saying? The only thing you have to fear is... Yourself! Aah! Stop staring at me like that! No! See? It's all in your head, SpongeBob. You just have to remember one simple trick, and that is: scary equals funny.	Scary equals funny. Hm. Never looked at it that way before. Doink. All right. I'll go out.
Patrick: SpongeBob?	Here I am. Just looking for cavities. Nope. None here. Oh, let's go out and get scared.
Both: Whoo! Patrick: Sure you can handle this, SpongeBob?	Oh, I'll be fine, Patrick. Really. But can we hold hands, just in case you get scared?
Patrick: Deal. Both: Whoa... Sandy: Welcome to my lab, SpongeBob and Patrick. I am the evil Dr. Franken-Cheeks.	Oh, hi, Sandy. I didn't recognize you.
Patrick: Uh, yeah, great costume. Sandy: Oh, thanks, guys. Now, feast your fingers on my jars of horror! SpongeBob and Patrick: Whoa... Sandy: Stick your hand in the jar and guess what's inside...If you dare!	Oy. Ew. Oh. Ew, it feels like worm guts.
Sandy: Wrong! It's just noodles.	Oh, I'm savvy to this game, Sandy. So these brains are probably a slimy head of lettuce, or maybe some boiled broccoli.
Sandy: Wrong! It's— Patrick? Get out of there. Patrick: Don't stop, SpongeBob. That's the spot. Ah...	Patrick, you really got me.
Sandy: Ew! How impolite of me! I forgot to introduce you to my little friend. SpongeBob and Patrick: Oh...	That's the most realistic fake monster I ever saw.
Sandy: Who are you calling fake?! Fee, fi, fo, fum, I smell the fear of a scared SpongeBob! SpongeBob and Patrick: Whoa!	I love it! Oh, thank you, Sandy. That was so much fun. Patrick, you were right. Scary equals funny.
SpongeBob, Patrick, and Sandy: Hooray! Mr. Krabs: Come in and see the horrors of the Chum Bucket. Mr. Krabs: Ha, ha, ha, ha! I'm Plankton! Ha, ha, ha, I'm evil! Mr. Krabs: Huh?	Scary.
Mr. Krabs: What are you two laughing about? There's nothing funny about the food abuse that goes on at the Chum Bucket! You should be terrified!	Oh, sorry, Mr. Krabs, but our new philosophy is scary equals funny.
Squidward: Yeah, and funny divided by two idiots equals stupid. Mr. Krabs: I don't get it. When I was a kid, Halloween meant 24 continuous hours of screaming your head off! These kids today... Plankton: Come to the Chum Bucket, and witness the horrors of the Krusty Krab! You may never eat a Krabby Patty again!	Ready for more funny, Sir Clanks-a-lot?
Patrick: I'm driving! Charge! Trick-Or-Treaters: Whoa! Karen: Welcome to the Chum Bucket. I'm Karen the cat. Plankton: Do the scary part.	Ooh, scary!
Plankton: Scary? That's nothing. Behold! The horrors of the Krusty Krab. Look down. SpongeBob and Patrick: Hm?	Oh.
Patrick: Ooh. Plankton: No dawdling! Step right up! The evil Mr. Krabs and his band of jolly, mindless fools stalk Bikini Bottom by night for delicious victims then drag their lifeless bodies back to the kitchen, and grind them into grinders!	Oh, Plankton, you are a panic.
Plankton: And guess what? You're eating it! Krabby Patties are people! They're people patties! You're eating people patties! Trick-Or-Treater 4: Yeah! Come on! Trick-Or-Treater 5: Boo! Trick-Or-Treaters: Flying Dutchman: Ah! Music to me ears. Halloween night, and everyone is getting their bloomers scared off! This holiday is the worst! Wait a millennium. That kid isn't screaming with fear. Trick-Or-Treater 6: Huh. What do you want? Flying Dutchman: Scare and release! I love this job. Flying Dutchman: Ugh. Who dares to laugh at All Hallows' Eve?! I'm going to find out.	Gee, who would've thought I'd be laughing myself silly tonight?
Flying Dutchman: You! You dare to laugh on Halloween?!	Um...I guess so?
Flying Dutchman: What's the matter with you? Aren't you afraid of scary things?	Well, I was, until I found out that scary equals funny.
Flying Dutchman: Scary equals funny?	I love this guy!
Flying Dutchman: I don't get it. How could anyone confuse scary with funny? Hm. No wonder you're not scared. These decorations are laughable! I'm sorry, kid. I had no idea how fright-deprived you were. Not to worry. You're in bad hands! I'll show you something to scream about aboard me ship! You interested?	Sure. Can I bring a guest?
Flying Dutchman: Does a bear fish sleep in the kelp forest? Patrick: Where are we going, SpongeBob?	We are going to comedy heaven, Patrick. This is going to be so funny!
Patrick: This music doesn't sound funny, SpongeBob. Flying Dutchman: Stop that clanking! Patrick: Sorry.	Oh! Hey!
Flying Dutchman: All bilge rats on deck! We have company, and we want to show them a good time!	That tickled!
Flying Dutchman's Ghost Pirate: Hang on to your bloomers, SpongeBob! It's going to be a bumpy fright! Flying Dutchman's Ghost Pirates: ♪When you hear the lonesome ring of chimes that bring the spirits singing, soon your spine is tingling and there's just one thing to say, ahh! Eyeballs in the dark dilating, now your heart is palpitating, and there's only just one thought that you can convey. Terror all around you! You can't get away! We take pride in making sure you have a frightful stay. Join the wretched chorus in the nightmare play, and remember it's all you can scream at the ghost café.♪	Oh...
Flying Dutchman's Ghost Pirates: ♪Terror all around you and we've just begun. You'll be trembling helpless lump of fear when we are done. Grim unearthly creatures flaunting nauseating features make for ghastly midnight screechers, you'll be speechless but for Ahh! Surrender to the horrifying phantom freaks who death-defying stunts of fearful madness startle with a shocking interjection from which there is no protection! Boo!♪ Flying Dutchman: Grr...How can he still be laughing? I've never been so humiliated. I got to do something here.	Boy, Patrick, I wish all our friends could be here. They'd love this place!
Flying Dutchman: Friends! He's got friends. That's it! I know how to scare this guy. Sandy: Happy Halloween! W—what? Where? Trick-Or-Treaters: Trick or treat! Squidward: Huh? Oh! Mr. Krabs: Hey! Sandy: SpongeBob! Patrick! Help me!	That almost looks like Sandy.
Mr. Krabs: SpongeBob! Plankton: Patrick! Squidward: Help us! Gary:	That almost looked like Mr. Krabs and Squidward and Gary and Plankton. Funny. Oh, Patrick, this is hysterical. Why aren't you laughing? Patrick? What's wrong with you?
Patrick: Help me, SpongeBob! My body's butt itches!	Patrick? Is this really happening? Hey, this isn't funny.
Patrick: I was wrong, SpongeBob. Sometimes, scary equals scary!	Hm? Yup. I got the same answer. Scary equals Ahh!

Patrick: I still can't read the sign! I wanna go home!

Uhh, uhh, okay. You wait for the bus. Call me when it comes. I'm gonna get a bus schedule. Boy, this place sure is creepy.

Patrick: Hey, SpongeBob, the bus is here! SpongeBob...!

I guess Grandpa SquarePants was right. Don't run for a bus. Especially one that's going up at a 90-degree angle. I better go wait for the next one. C'mon, bus! I've got to get home and feed Gary! Uh-oh, shoe's untied. Over, under, and over, and loop-dee-loop, and over... and through the barrel. My balloon! Wait! Hold on! Stop that bus! Aww, not again! Umm, excuse me, sir. Can you help me? Uhh, uhh, yeah, I... No, no! Not the balloon! I need to know when the next bus comes... Well, there goes another one. I gotta be more diligent. I am not leaving this spot no matter what! I'm gettin' hungry. Glove candy dispenser! Good thing I went to Glove World!. Eww, glove flavored! Hey, what's that? A candy machine. Mmm, kelp nougat crunch. Mmm... I'm not leaving this spot no matter what! I'll only be gone a second. Hey! Ooh! Come on, come on! Hey! That was mine! Barnacles! Alright, that's it! No more mister nice guy! Tartar sauce! Fish paste! I'm getting to the bottom of this, right now! I want a bus to Bikini Bottom! I am first in line and no one is gonna tell me otherwise! Okay, second! I am second in line! Okay, third is good! Fourth, not bad. Okay, 329. I am 329th in line and nobody forget it!

Window Attendant: Next.

Well, at least the line is moving. Tartar sauce!

Window Attendant: Next. Next. Next. Next.

Huh?

Window Attendant: Next.

Finally! Yes, I'm next! When is the next bus to Bikini Bottom?

Window Attendant: What?

The bus schedule. The next bus.

Window Attendant: I can't... understand... your accent.

The next bus... to Bikini... Bottom.

Window Attendant: Ohh. Why didn't you say so? Next bus leaves in... 5 seconds. Ohh, tough luck, kid. That's the last one til' morning.

Oh, no... you don't!

Window Attendant: Goodnight!

Hold it, I'm not through here! Do you hear me? I demand you come back and give me a bus to Bikini Bottom right now! Until then, I am not leaving this spot! Okay, like I said, I'll be right here when you get back. At this spot. In the dark. By myself. With no one around. Except my glove light! Ah, that's better. This isn't your average everyday darkness. This is... advanced darkness. Hey! If I close my eyes, it doesn't seem so dark. Who's there?! Well, I guess that spot will be there tomorrow. I better just keep walking. Running! Better start running! Running! Sprinting! I just gotta keep sprinting! Sitting, sitting. Bleeding. Hey, who's there? Okay, that's enough! Don't come closer! I'm warning you! I'm a sponge! Oh, it's only you. Well, that solves my balloon problem, but I have a bigger problem. I'm kinda stuck here. I need to catch a bus to get home. You don't understand a word I'm saying, do you? Balloon... has... enough... air... thanks. Hey, I get it, balloon travel! Thank... you!

Creature: You're welcome!

Ah, home at last.

Patrick: Don't worry, SpongeBob, I'm coming back for ya! Mr. Krabs: Squidward. What do you think the nurse is doing to him in there? Squidward: It's called a checkup. It's an invasion of your personal space that's good for you. Nurse: Sir, please hold still! I need to check your reflexes.

Sorry, nurse lady. I've never had a checkup before. It's so much fun!

Nurse: You seem fine...physically, at least. Congratulations. You pass.

Wow! Imagine if it was this easy to get your boating license!

Squidward: Eh. The world shudders at the thought. Nurse: Mr. Tentacles?! Squidward: Finally! Let's get this over with! Mr. Krabs: Ooh...So, Boy-o...how was it in there? Anything I should be...terrified of?

Oh, no, Mr. Krabs! Getting a checkup is the best! The nurse poked me and prodded me and jabbed me... and pulled me and twisted me. And—

Mr. Krabs: Okay, okay. That's enough. Squidward: You want me to what? Mr. Krabs: Ooh... Nurse: Fill this, please. Squidward: Hmph. Squidward: Could I get a little privacy? Nurse: Hmm...good color. Solid line fidelity. The ink is a little thick, though. Squidward: Hey! Nurse: You just need to drink more water. You pass. Is there a...Eugene Krabs?!

Your turn, Mr. K.

Squidward: Ha, ha! Looks like the old man is scared of getting his checkup. Nurse: This is no laughing matter! Every employee must get their checkup or the restaurant will be closed under orders of the Bikini Bottom Better Business Bureau. Squidward: Not the...B.B.B.B.B!

You heard her. The...

Squidward: Perhaps we could reach some sort of understanding.

Oh, oh, I know! We'll give Mr. Krabs his checkup over the weekend and you just pick up the results on Monday. Everybody wins!

Squidward: I was just gonna bribe her. Nurse: Monday works.

Yay! We get to spend the weekend together!

Mr. Krabs: Dodged that bullet!

He's coming!

Squidward: It says here the first part of Krabs' exam is the pinch test. We just need to do it in a way he doesn't know he's being tested!

Way ahead of ya! We'll make him an offer he can't resist!

Squidward: Free Money Inside. Ha. Not bad.

Come on, before he sees us!

Mr. Krabs: Huh? Free money, hey? Don't mind if I do! Mr. Krabs: Where's that money? I'm not feeling any money!

Okay. I brought plenty of things for Mr. Krabs to pinch—a pinch of salt— A baby's cheek! Lucky that was a robot baby.

Squidward: SpongeBob, quit fooling around! Ow! We need to test his ability to pinch something tough, you ninny!

Tough, huh? Gosh, the toughest thing I can think of is...Mr. Krabs himself!

[SpongeBob grabs Mr. Krabs arms and ties them together. Mr. Krabs' right claw pinches his left claw, causing him to groan in pain. The claws crack and break into pieces, revealing his flabby, soft skin underneath. Mr. Krabs: Ohhh! Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh! Me achin' pinchers! And I didn't even get any money! Mr. Krabs: Hee hee! A penny! It's me lucky day! Squidward: Pinch test failed. Well, maybe he'll do better on the eye stalk test. Mr. Krabs: Free suits? Oh, boy!

Welcome, sir. Step up here, and we'll begin. Squidward, do you have the measuring tape? Just grabbing some measurements... Sir, try to keep still.

Mr. Krabs: Whoa, there! Don't you need some other measurements? I mean, how 'bout my inseam?

Uh, no, you can put that away, sir. I'm almost done.

Mr. Krabs: Aah! That's it! Get off me, you terrible tailor!

Tell your friends about us!

Mr. Krabs: Not likely! Squidward: How'd he do?

Oh, he didn't make the cut.

Squidward: Of course. Up next, it says we have to get him an X-ray of him. Any ideas?

I do have one plan that might work. Hello there, sir! Are you rightfully afraid of your own mortality? Wanna make sure that when you're gone, you are not forgotten? Well, step on up and marvel at the latest technological wonder—photography! Preserve your precious punim for generations to come! Conquer time itself at absolutely no charge to you!

Mr. Krabs: No charge, hey? Well...I am very photogeneric. Mr. Krabs: Let's see...how do you start this thing? Oh! Here we go! Mr. Krabs: Hoo! Gettin' kinda hot in here! Should my underwear be on fire?

How many X-rays of Mr. Krabs do we need?

Squidward: Just one. How many did you set it to take?

25...thousand?

Mr. Krabs: Uh...this is getting a little... Eh...thank you. No more pictures, please.

Squidward, is his skeleton supposed to just fall apart like that?

Squidward: Not at all. On to the next test. Mr. Krabs: Oh...oh... Oh, what a day.

Hey, man, you look like you've had a rough day. How'd ya like to chill out with a nice massage? It's free.

Mr. Krabs: Free, huh?

Free.

Mr. Krabs: Eh. Okay. Let's get this over with. Squidward: Remember, this is the cold-blooded test. Just take his temperature.

You got it, best friend.

Squidward: Don't call me that.

Boop!

Squidward: Don't you do that! Mr. Krabs: I'm ready!

All right, man, let's see if we can, like, work out some of this tension.

Mr. Krabs: Why, you—Oh, no, no, no, no, no! Squidward: How's the cold-blooded test going?

Great! He's in the freezer right now.

Squidward: SpongeBob, you moron! Cold-blooded means your body is the same temperature as the water around it, not that you're actually cold! Mr. Krabs: Squidward? Whyyyyyy? Squidward: Oh, Mr. Krabs, I'm so sorry! We had to give you your physical without you knowing, or the Krusty Krab would've been shut down, and I'd have to get a real job!

All right! Final test! Shell durability!

Mr. Krabs: No, no, no, no, no, no! Mr. Krabs: Now you see why I don't like checkups?

Don't worry, Mr. Krabs. Yes, you failed every test today, but Squidward and I will whip you into shape, even if it takes the rest of the weekend! Let's kick it up a notch!

Mr. Krabs: Whoa—no! Mr. Krabs: Oh—oh—no—oh, jeez—ohh!

I don't know what we did wrong, Squidward. Mr. Krabs looks worse than before!

Squidward: I guess that nurse is gonna close the Krusty Krab after all. I wish I could say it's been a pleasure working with you.

Oh, Squidward, I'll miss you too!

Mr. Krabs: Quit yer blubberin', boy. Me body may be mush, but me mind's sharp as a tack! And I...have a plan. Nurse: Good morning! I assume your boss passed his physical? Squidward: Oh, um...yes. Of course he did. Um, unfortunately, our results were—

Uh, eaten!

Squidward: Yeah, yeah. Um, anyway, we thought you could give old Mr. K another exam yourself. He's in his office. Nurse: Hmm...Very well. Nurse: Mr. Krabs...not only did you pass your exam, you might be the most astonishingly excellent physical specimen I've ever seen! SpongeBob and Squidward: Whew! Larry: My name is Mr. Krabs, and I love money! Nurse: Yes. You said so several times during the examination. Nurse: I suppose I won't need to close your restaurant today. See you next year. Mr. Krabs: Whoo-hoo! We did it, boys! The Krusty Krab lives to see another day! Three cheers for a successful ruse!

Let's just make it one.

SpongeBob and Mr. Krabs: Hip, hip, hooray! Larry: So, you said there would be some money in this for me? Mr. Krabs: You'll never get me money! Patrick: I don't get it! What's an audit?

I don't know. Let me check the rules. Playing Certified Public Accountant isn't as much fun as I thought. Maybe it'll be funner if we play louder!

Patrick: I am rolling the dice! now I am moving! Run... spreadsheets?

What does that even mean?!

Patrick: Well, maybe I’m supposed to run around with this sheet we spread on the ground!

Yeah, that sounds right to me! Hey, Squidward. Wanna play Certified Public Accountant with us?

Squidward: Oh, let me think. That sounds so, no! Patrick: I don't think this game is ripe.

Yeah, maybe it got picked too soon.

Squidward: What? Do you think that games grow on trees? Patrick: Doesn't everything grow on trees? Squidward: No, you ninny! Somebody makes them. Patrick: Makes them? Squidward: Yeah. Somebody thinks up the game, then they make the game. Patrick: Then I could make a game? Squidward: No, you couldn't. You would be incapable.

Well, I think Patrick could make up a game.

Squidward: Your operative word there is “think.” Patrick: Yeah! The opernive... word is think! Thanks, Squidward! I'll do it!

Go get'em, Patrick!

Squidward: Double morons. Patrick: I invented a game! I invented a game! Squidward: Whoopee. Do tell. Patrick: Well, you know how hard Tic-Tac-Toe is and how it always takes so long to play? Squidward: Uh-huh. Patrick: Yeah! Well, I made it easier and faster! Squidward: I know I'm gonna hate myself for saying this, but what have you got? Patrick: It's called... Tic-Tac! You start with two lines that are crossed. And then the first person puts an X. And then the next person puts an, uh... Squidward: O? Patrick: Oh, yeah! An O! And the first person to get two in a row draws a line through them and says, Tic-Tac!. You start! Squidward: Tic-Tac. Patrick: Uh... Best two out of four? French Narrator: Many Tic-Tacs later... Squidward: Tic and Tac. Patrick: I should've gone with my first idea: Tic. Patrick: Squidward, I got a new game! It's called Rock, Paper, Butter! Squidward: Butter invent a different game! Patrick: Squidward, I got it! Whose rope is longer? You... Aww! You played this before! Patrick: Sandy, I've been trying to invent a game, but every game I invent is a failure. Sandy: If you want to invent a game, you should study all the games you like and figure out what it is you liked best about them. Then you can use those elements in the game you invent. Patrick: I know what to do! Patrick: And so it begins. Patrick: It's a game! It's a game! Now I know what it's like to be a game maker! Squidward: I don't see the point of this game night. Every game that Patrick has invented is more pointless and boring than the last. Sandy: This time, he did research. Squidward: Well, if it's started, then I'm already bored. Sandy: Well, I'm excited! We're gonna be the first people to test out Patrick's game!

This is gonna be written about in the history book someday.

Squidward: Yeah. In crayon. Patrick: Good evening. Please step into my gamatourium. Squidward: More like a lamatourium. Ha. Patrick: Welcome, gamers! And behold! My game!

It's beautiful!

Squidward: Are we finished? Who won? Patrick: No, my friend. We have only just begun. Sandy: What's it called, Patrick? Squidward: Might I suggest garbage? What?

Yeah, Patrick. What's it called?

Patrick: It's called... Patrick! The Game!

Wow!

Squidward: Could we just get started already? I'm late for my coma. Patrick: Alright! I'll explain the rules. Each player picks a piece to move around the board. The way you decide which player gets to pick the piece by rolling the dice. To decide who gets to roll the dice first to see who gets the first choice of players, you have to be... Squidward: Look, Patrick! You go, then Sandy, then SpongeBob, then me! Okay? Patrick: You mean for picking our player or for starting the game? Squidward: Both! Patrick: Ok! Now, onto rules of how to play the game. Squidward: I've got a great idea. Why don't we just start rolling and you can explain the game as we play. Patrick: Hmm... Okay! Oh, money! Sandy: Yee-haw! Beachfront property!

Driver's license! Driver's license! But what does that mean?

Patrick: Oh, on your next turn, you roll then you can move down the board or you can go round the race track as many times as you rolled.

Oh, what should I do? What should I do? What should I do?

Squidward: Could you give me the dice? Give me the dice? Because it's my turn! Squidward: Uh-huh. Patrick: You go to jail. Blue Cellmate: What are you in for, pal? Patrick: My turn! One... two... Squidward: Oh, good thing you've landed on snacks. You must be famished. Sandy: Hmm... Coral Avenue. I'll buy it!

Twelve. I'll... drive the car!

Patrick: Oh, you don't get to roll when you're in jail. Squidward: Well, what do I do to get out of jail? Patrick: You have to roll a six. Patrick: Hey! you can't roll the dice when you're in jail!

Yeah, play by the rules.

Squidward: Well, if the only way to get out of jail is to roll a six, and I can't roll if I'm in jail, just how am I supposed to get out of jail?! Grrr! Patrick: Ah, here it is! The guy that is in jail has to stay there unless he rolls a six or someone says his name. Squidward: Fine. Someone say my name. Patrick: Oh boy! You landed on Do a Surgery! Now, pick a surgery card. Sandy: Hmm... Remove finbone from player to your left. Squidward: What? Wait! No! But I don't have a finbone! I'm an octopus! Sandy: Hush, now! This won't hurt a bit. Sandy: Got it. Patrick: Now, sit back down, you criminal! Squidward: Oh, this game doesn't make any sense!

Sounds like someone's mad because he hasn't moved.

Squidward: Well, neither have you. Squidward: That's it! I've had enough!

Come on, Squidward! Wait!

Sandy: Don't go, Squidward! Patrick: No wait, Squidward!

Squidward!

Patrick: Wait, how'd he get out of jail?

Squidward made us say his name.

Sandy: That was a smart move, Squidward! Squidward: Huh? Oh. Hmm...

Now you roll after me. Five. One, two, three, four, five. Um, I think I'll...

Squidward: Race the car.

I'll...

Squidward: Race the car!

I'll... race the car!

Squidward: Oh boy! Snacks! Patrick: Jail for Squidward! Squidward: But I was on snacks! Patrick: Tell it to the judge! Squidward: Could someone please tell me what we are supposed to be doing? What's the point? This entire game is completely random! It jumps from one thing to another! I don't know how you are supposed to win! And Patrick seems to be making up the rules as he goes along! Patrick: Starving! Starving sea star time! Squidward: Okay, I'm going outside. Patrick: If a person declares outsidies, then everyone must go outside. Squidward: But I didn't say outsidies I said... Patrick: Four. We are in a giggle zone! Everyone laugh! Squidward: Ha.

Two. Silly face! Silly face!

Sandy: Now, that's a silly face!

Hey, Squidward, you finally understand the rules!

Squidward: Oh, I get the rules alright! The rules are that it doesn't matter what anybody rolls! You can just make up whatever it means! So, I could just roll the dice and say, Automatic Winner!

Good job, Squidward! You've won!

Sandy: Nice play, Squidward! Squidward: Huh? Oh, you know what, you're right. That was a good play. Patrick: Not so fast! No player may declare himself Automatic Winner. Squidward: You did it again. You made up another rule! This game is the worst! Stupid game! Highway Speed Patrol: Destruction to private property. Highway Speed Patrol: Oh, and I see here you are a repeat offender. You're going to real jail. Squidward: Anything to get out of this game! Thanks, Officers! Blue Cellmate: Welcome back! Squidward: Somebody say my name! Patrick: Game over! Pearl: Oh, thanks for the ride, Dylan. Dylan: No problem, Pearl. You still going for that party tonight? Pearl: Oh-ho! You bet! Dylan: Nautical. I'll pick ya up at eight. Mr. Krabs: Again? Come on, Pearly-girl, we're running low on doors here! Pearl: Oh, I'm sorry, Daddy. I'm just so excited about going to the big party tonight! I—I—I just had to... Mr. Krabs: Oh, no! No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no! Sorry, sweetie. Daddy's going out to play cards with the boys tonight. Pearl: But, but Daddy! Mr. Krabs: No buts! I can't be worrying about you all night, honey. Pearl: But, Daddy, I just want to go to the party! Mr. Krabs: Oh, shrimp. Mr. Krabs: Whoa! Mr. Krabs: Whew. Hmm? Ahh! There, there, me little beluga. It'll be okay. I hired Mr. Squidward to babysit just like when you were little. Pearl: Ew, Dad! Squidward is so lame. Mr. Krabs: Lame, schmame. You and Squidward will have so much fun, you won't want to go anywhere. But just in case. You won't be able to go anywhere! Oh, just in time. Mr. Krabs: Squidward! Thanks for keeping an eye on me little Pearl tonight. Squidward: No problem. Mr. Krabs: Remember our deal, Squidward. Keep Pearl out of trouble and I'll give you one shift a week without SpongeBob. But if anything happens to my little angel, I won’t give any shifts without SpongeBob... Squidward: No! Please! Anything but that! Don't worry, Mr. Krabs. You can count on me. Mr. Krabs: I knew I could. Squidward: Whew! Pearl: Oh, thanks for watching the house tonight, Squidward. I'll be back late. So, you know, don't wait up for me! Squidward: Your dad said we have to stay in tonight! But that doesn't mean we can't have fun! Squidward: Look. We can play with this setaceous Sally doll. Or we could color this princess coloring book. Or we could sing along with—Ahh! Squidward: Uh, Sally! Squidward: Outside the lines! Squidward: Pearl? Hello? Hmm, hey, uh, Pearl. Um, whatcha' up to? Pearl: Arts and crafts! Squidward: Hey, I dabble in the arts myself. Maybe I can help. Squidward: Uh, never mind. Uh, you seem to have that under control. I'll just, um, be out here if you need me. Or not. Definitely not. That is one morbid teen. Pearl: That outta keep him out of my hair. Pearl: It's go-time! Squidward: Oh. What's happening? Pearl? Oh. You asleep? Aw, she must've tuckered herself out. Squidward: Oh, no! Maybe if we get it on ice, then can reattach it— Ahh! Squidward: Huh? Pearl: Oh, thanks for the ride, Dylan. Dylan: No prob. Squidward: She's gone! Krabs is gonna kill me! Pearl: Um, that sign said surface. Are you sure this is the way? Dylan: For sure, babe. We're going to a breach party. Pearl: Oh, I've never been to one of those before. Sounds exciting. Dylan: Whoo! Squidward: Hmm. Mm-hmm. Hmm. Still warm. The surface, eh? That SpongeBob-free shift will be mine! SpongeBob-shift— mine! Pearl: Mmm! Oh-ho, Dylan. Teens: Chug! Chug! Chug! Chug! Teens: Breach! Breach! Breach! Breach! Breach! Breach! Teens: Whoo-hoo! Squidward: Pearl! Teens: Huh? What? Squidward: You have to come home right away! We can do whatever you want if we go back now! I'll even play us some jazz! Kids love jazz! Squidward: ♪Come on, Pearl. Let's go home. I can't be here all alone. Let's get back, before we're dead. Skiddle-bobba-doo-diddle-bop-bop, yeah!♪ Teen #1: No! Jazz making me nerdier! Pearl: Oh, this is so embarrassing! Dylan: Forget him, Pearl. Let's breach. Teens: Yeah! Yeah! Yes! Yeah! Pearl: Uh, I don't know. Is it dangerous? Dylan: Uh-uh, babe. It's nautical. Squidward: Pearl! What about yo-yos? Kids love yo-yos! Pearl: Okay, let's do it! One, two, three, yahoo! This is so coral! Dylan, help! This isn't nautical! Teen #2: Oh, man! She's beached! Dylan: We're gonna be in so much trouble! Teen #3: Leave her! Let's cheese it! Teen #4: Let's get out of here! Pearl: Oh, no! Squidward: Pearl, are you alright? Pearl: Oh, Squidward, I'm so sorry I didn't listen to you. Squidward: It's okay! Let's just get you outta' here. Squidward: Okay, okay, just hold on a second! Pearl: Hold on? What are you—Ahh! Pearl: Huh? Pearl: I can't believe Dylan ditched me! My life is over! Squidward: Oh, I don't think it's that bad. Squidward: I'll, um, just get you home. French Narrator: Many, many minutes later... Pearl: Guess I'll just wait for my dad to get home. Squidward: You know, there is a way we can still have a little fun tonight. Pearl: Really? Dylan: Like, hello? Trick-Or-Treater 1: I wanted to be Mermaid Man this year. Trick-Or-Treater 2: Trick or treat. Citizen: I love Halloween. Whoa!

Ah! Hm... Mm-hm. It's scary, but... Oh. Hello. Hm...

Patrick: Hello!

Hello, Sir Patrick. How do you like my decorations?

Patrick: Those are too cute for Halloween, SpongeBob.

Oh, Patrick, Halloween is cute. Sharing candy, holding hands, singing songs. It's a bright and cheery time of year.

Patrick: I thought it was about getting your pants scared off. Hey, where's your costume?

Close your eyes. Okay. Open 'em. ♪I'm a lovely flower♪ Ooh...

Patrick: Oh, that's not scary either, SpongeBob. Wait, I'll show you what scary is. Trick-Or-Treaters: Let's go to this house. Squidward: Oh... There is no candy here... Trick-Or-Treater 3: What? Squidward: Only onions! Now move along. Ooh... Patrick: No candy. That is so scary. Right, SpongeBob? SpongeBob? SpongeBob, why are you hiding in there? You'll miss all the scary stuff.

I don't want to see the scary stuff, Patrick. Okay? I admit it. I love trick-or-treating, but I am too afraid to go out on Halloween!

Patrick: SpongeBob, don't you know the old saying? The only thing you have to fear is... Yourself! Aah! Stop staring at me like that! No! See? It's all in your head, SpongeBob. You just have to remember one simple trick, and that is: scary equals funny.

Scary equals funny. Hm. Never looked at it that way before. Doink. All right. I'll go out.

Patrick: SpongeBob?

Here I am. Just looking for cavities. Nope. None here. Oh, let's go out and get scared.

Both: Whoo! Patrick: Sure you can handle this, SpongeBob?

Oh, I'll be fine, Patrick. Really. But can we hold hands, just in case you get scared?

Patrick: Deal. Both: Whoa... Sandy: Welcome to my lab, SpongeBob and Patrick. I am the evil Dr. Franken-Cheeks.

Oh, hi, Sandy. I didn't recognize you.

Patrick: Uh, yeah, great costume. Sandy: Oh, thanks, guys. Now, feast your fingers on my jars of horror! SpongeBob and Patrick: Whoa... Sandy: Stick your hand in the jar and guess what's inside...If you dare!

Oy. Ew. Oh. Ew, it feels like worm guts.

Sandy: Wrong! It's just noodles.

Oh, I'm savvy to this game, Sandy. So these brains are probably a slimy head of lettuce, or maybe some boiled broccoli.

Sandy: Wrong! It's— Patrick? Get out of there. Patrick: Don't stop, SpongeBob. That's the spot. Ah...

Patrick, you really got me.

Sandy: Ew! How impolite of me! I forgot to introduce you to my little friend. SpongeBob and Patrick: Oh...

That's the most realistic fake monster I ever saw.

Sandy: Who are you calling fake?! Fee, fi, fo, fum, I smell the fear of a scared SpongeBob! SpongeBob and Patrick: Whoa!

I love it! Oh, thank you, Sandy. That was so much fun. Patrick, you were right. Scary equals funny.

SpongeBob, Patrick, and Sandy: Hooray! Mr. Krabs: Come in and see the horrors of the Chum Bucket. Mr. Krabs: Ha, ha, ha, ha! I'm Plankton! Ha, ha, ha, I'm evil! Mr. Krabs: Huh?

Scary.

Mr. Krabs: What are you two laughing about? There's nothing funny about the food abuse that goes on at the Chum Bucket! You should be terrified!

Oh, sorry, Mr. Krabs, but our new philosophy is scary equals funny.

Squidward: Yeah, and funny divided by two idiots equals stupid. Mr. Krabs: I don't get it. When I was a kid, Halloween meant 24 continuous hours of screaming your head off! These kids today... Plankton: Come to the Chum Bucket, and witness the horrors of the Krusty Krab! You may never eat a Krabby Patty again!

Ready for more funny, Sir Clanks-a-lot?

Patrick: I'm driving! Charge! Trick-Or-Treaters: Whoa! Karen: Welcome to the Chum Bucket. I'm Karen the cat. Plankton: Do the scary part.

Ooh, scary!

Plankton: Scary? That's nothing. Behold! The horrors of the Krusty Krab. Look down. SpongeBob and Patrick: Hm?

Oh.

Patrick: Ooh. Plankton: No dawdling! Step right up! The evil Mr. Krabs and his band of jolly, mindless fools stalk Bikini Bottom by night for delicious victims then drag their lifeless bodies back to the kitchen, and grind them into grinders!

Oh, Plankton, you are a panic.

Plankton: And guess what? You're eating it! Krabby Patties are people! They're people patties! You're eating people patties! Trick-Or-Treater 4: Yeah! Come on! Trick-Or-Treater 5: Boo! Trick-Or-Treaters: Flying Dutchman: Ah! Music to me ears. Halloween night, and everyone is getting their bloomers scared off! This holiday is the worst! Wait a millennium. That kid isn't screaming with fear. Trick-Or-Treater 6: Huh. What do you want? Flying Dutchman: Scare and release! I love this job. Flying Dutchman: Ugh. Who dares to laugh at All Hallows' Eve?! I'm going to find out.

Gee, who would've thought I'd be laughing myself silly tonight?

Flying Dutchman: You! You dare to laugh on Halloween?!

Um...I guess so?

Flying Dutchman: What's the matter with you? Aren't you afraid of scary things?

Well, I was, until I found out that scary equals funny.

Flying Dutchman: Scary equals funny?

I love this guy!

Flying Dutchman: I don't get it. How could anyone confuse scary with funny? Hm. No wonder you're not scared. These decorations are laughable! I'm sorry, kid. I had no idea how fright-deprived you were. Not to worry. You're in bad hands! I'll show you something to scream about aboard me ship! You interested?

Sure. Can I bring a guest?

Flying Dutchman: Does a bear fish sleep in the kelp forest? Patrick: Where are we going, SpongeBob?

We are going to comedy heaven, Patrick. This is going to be so funny!

Patrick: This music doesn't sound funny, SpongeBob. Flying Dutchman: Stop that clanking! Patrick: Sorry.

Oh! Hey!

Flying Dutchman: All bilge rats on deck! We have company, and we want to show them a good time!

That tickled!

Flying Dutchman's Ghost Pirate: Hang on to your bloomers, SpongeBob! It's going to be a bumpy fright! Flying Dutchman's Ghost Pirates: ♪When you hear the lonesome ring of chimes that bring the spirits singing, soon your spine is tingling and there's just one thing to say, ahh! Eyeballs in the dark dilating, now your heart is palpitating, and there's only just one thought that you can convey. Terror all around you! You can't get away! We take pride in making sure you have a frightful stay. Join the wretched chorus in the nightmare play, and remember it's all you can scream at the ghost café.♪

Oh...

Flying Dutchman's Ghost Pirates: ♪Terror all around you and we've just begun. You'll be trembling helpless lump of fear when we are done. Grim unearthly creatures flaunting nauseating features make for ghastly midnight screechers, you'll be speechless but for Ahh! Surrender to the horrifying phantom freaks who death-defying stunts of fearful madness startle with a shocking interjection from which there is no protection! Boo!♪ Flying Dutchman: Grr...How can he still be laughing? I've never been so humiliated. I got to do something here.

Boy, Patrick, I wish all our friends could be here. They'd love this place!

Flying Dutchman: Friends! He's got friends. That's it! I know how to scare this guy. Sandy: Happy Halloween! W—what? Where? Trick-Or-Treaters: Trick or treat! Squidward: Huh? Oh! Mr. Krabs: Hey! Sandy: SpongeBob! Patrick! Help me!

That almost looks like Sandy.

Mr. Krabs: SpongeBob! Plankton: Patrick! Squidward: Help us! Gary:

That almost looked like Mr. Krabs and Squidward and Gary and Plankton. Funny. Oh, Patrick, this is hysterical. Why aren't you laughing? Patrick? What's wrong with you?

Patrick: Help me, SpongeBob! My body's butt itches!

Patrick? Is this really happening? Hey, this isn't funny.

Patrick: I was wrong, SpongeBob. Sometimes, scary equals scary!

Hm? Yup. I got the same answer. Scary equals Ahh!