rqchao/spongebob · Datasets at Hugging Face

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Patrick: I don't get it.	Look, it's easy, it simply means that...
Flying Dutchman: Never mind what it means! I just want it to look scary! That's it! You know, mold growing on the ceilings and bugs in the sink.	So, you don't want it to look good?
Patrick: Leedle-leedle-leedle-lee! Leedle-eedle-eedle- eedle-eedle! Leedle-eedle-eedle-eedle-eedle! Leedle-eedle-eedle-eedle-eedle! Flying Dutchman: Eh, that'll do. Okay, Square One, since Pink One's working the navigation, it's up to you to find our first victim. Here, use this spyglass. Now hurry up! We're burnin' moonlight!	Let's see who we can find. Captain, there's a guy we can scare.
Billy: I had four biscuits, and I ate one. Then I only had three! Flying Dutchman: Ahh, it does me heart good to see children out after dark. Pink One, take us behind those rocks. Patrick: Moving behind the rocks!	Keep going. You're good. You're good. You're good...and...stop. Don't worry, Cap'n, we'll buff out those scratches.
Flying Dutchman: All right, never mind it. Just jump out when I give the signal. Flying Dutchman: Boo! Prepare to be burdened with the haunting memory of my ghostly ghost pirates!	Was that the signal? Okay, sorry, sorry, just...just do it again.
Flying Dutchman: With the haunting memory of my ghostly ghost pirates! Patrick: How does he do that? Flying Dutchman: Get back on the ship. SpongeBob and Patrick: It's still a mystery! Billy: Those guys are dorks. Flying Dutchman: Yes, but they're my dorks.	You're good. You're good. You're good. You're good. You're good. You're good. You're good.. You're good. You're good. Why do you think the Dutchman asked us to wait in our bunk room?
Patrick: Maybe he's gonna give us a reward!	Like movie passes?
Patrick: Or an oversized coffee mug?! Flying Dutchman: I've been thinking. Stop bouncing! This whole crew for eternity thing isn't working out. It's not really you so much as it is me.	You're setting us free?
Flying Dutchman: Well, actually, I'm just gonna eat you. See you at dinner! Patrick: Wait, I have an idea!	Really?! What is it?
Patrick: Let's leave!	But the door is locked and the only way out is through the...perfume department.
Patrick: Let's do it.	I always hate going in there!
Patrick: Yeah.	Wait! Listen!
Flying Dutchman: Dear Diary: I told them I'm going to eat them tomorrow. I made up some of that brown sauce my cousin showed me just for the occasion. Ahh, it's a good thing I found my dining sock again. Remember the last time I lost me dining sock, I couldn't eat for a whole week. Yes, sir, sometimes I wonder how I'd survive if anything should ever happen... Give me back my sock! Everyone knows I can't eat without it!	Never!
Flying Dutchman: Okay, then... Give it to me!	No!
Flying Dutchman: Wait, you're stretching out the elastic! Patrick: It would seem we have reached an impasse. Flying Dutchman: Pink one is right. Tell you what. You give me back the sock, and I'll give you...three wishes. Patrick: Make it five. Flying Dutchman: Four. Patrick: Three. Take it or leave it. Flying Dutchman: Okay...uhh, three. You get three wishes.	Wow! Three wishes, Pat. Isn't that great?
Patrick: Wishes? I wish we had known that earlier! Flying Dutchman: Okay, you got two wishes left.	Well, we still have two more. How exciting! I wish Squidward were here to see this!
Squidward: Boy, I'm glad all that's over! SpongeBob and Patrick: Squidward! You're back!	Guess what? The Dutchman gave us three wishes! Patrick used the first one, and I guess I... just used the second one.
Squidward: Well, then, the last one you owe me because you got me back into this mess! Patrick: Wait! I think it belongs to me! Because I didn't really get a real wish, so why should you get a wish...	Well, that's not right because...
Flying Dutchman: That's enough! Using my mystic other-worldly powers, I shall decide who gets the last wish. Eeny, meeny, miny, mo, catch a sailor by the toe, if he hollers, let him go, my mother told me to pick the very best one and... French Narrator: Ahh, another beautiful day in Bikini Bottom's own Jellyfish Fields. An untamed world of natural order where the little jellyfish jellies roam free across the salty seascape. And where there is jellyfish, there is the Jellyfish Hunter.	La la la la, la la la la la! You're my twelfth catch of the day. I'm gonna call you Twelvey. Coochie coochie coo! Bye, Twelvey! Oh! It's you! Well, it's just you and me again, I've caught and named every jellyfish in Jellyfish Fields at least once. Except you, No Name.
No Name:	Gotcha! ...Barnacles, how'd he do that? Someday, I'll catch old No Name. I'm going on my lunch break, Mr. Krabs.
Mr. Krabs: You've got 5 minutes!	Wow! One more minute than yesterday! SpongeBob ready for lunch! Yum!
Fred: Hey, buddy! What the heck is that?	Why, this is a hole, good sir. You see, I am a sponge, And we typically...
Fred: Not that! That!	It's just a little ol' Krabby Patty with Jellyfish Jelly! I call it a Krabby Patty with Jellyfish Jelly.
Fred: Could I try some?	Sure!
Fred: Amazing... I've got to tell someone about this! ♪Hey all you people! Hey all you people! Hey all you people, won't you listen to meeeeeee... I just had a sandwich, no ordinary sandwich, a sandwich filled with jellyfish jelly! Hey, man, you've got to try this sandwich, it's no ordinary sandwich, it's the tastiest sandwich in the sea. Ah de ba da ba doo ba da ba de ba da da. Yeahhhhh... Thank you!♪ Mr. Krabs: SpongeBob, who's playing Squidward's records again?	No one, Mr. Krabs. I was just sharing my jellyfish jelly with the customers. Here you go, Mr. Krabs. Send your taste buds on a journey.
Mr. Krabs: Messing with the patty's formula, that's mutiny! Why I oughta...! Fred: Sir, this is the greatest thing I've ever eaten! I'm going to come back here for lunch everyday for the rest of my life! Hey, buddy, you alright? Mr. Krabs:	You okay, Mr. K?
Mr. Krabs: SpongeBob, I got a proposition for ye. How's about you go catch me some of those little moneyfish?	Oh, boy. Getting paid to jellyfish. That's my life's dream!
Mr. Krabs: Well, keep dreaming. This'll be on your time.	Aye, aye, sir!
Mr. Krabs: Now go get me some jellyfish, and make it ...quick. Uhh, SpongeBob? We're gonna need more than one puny jellyfish.	But, sir, how many jellyfish do you need?
Mr. Krabs: SpongeBob, we have a whole ecosystem full of hungry paying customers. Oh, no! Don't tell me! You've stopped caring for the customer!	No! Never!
Mr. Krabs: Then go out there and get me some more jellies!	Okay, Mr. Krabs. Just make sure the jellyfish are comfortable. They are oh, so sensitive.
Mr. Krabs: Oh, I'll keep 'em comfortable all right, inside me wallet!	Here you go, Mr. Krabs!
Mr. Krabs: I'm gonna need more than that, boy.	More jellies, Mr. Krabs!
Mr. Krabs: Oh, that'll never do. More! Mr. Krabs: More, SpongeBob! Mr. Krabs: What don't you understand about... more?! Mr. Krabs: More! More! More! More! More... MOAR. MOAR, MOAR, MOAR, MOAR. MOAR, MOAR. MOAR!	Well, there's no more! Now, that's jellyfishing! It feels like somebody... WANTS TO SELL ME SOMETHING!
Businessman: I told you he was on to us.	I'm not interested in anything you're selling! I sure felt like... I must be working too hard. I'll get it, Gary! Hello, SpongeBob's house, SpongeBob speaking. Hello?
No Name:	Wrong number. I guess Gary forgot to pay the electric bill! Gary, is that you? Gary? Uh, yeah, good idea, Gary, there's probably some candles in the kitchen. Hello, what's this? What are you doing here, oh delicious one? A little snack will calm my nerves! Mmm... a Krabby Patty with blue jelly. Blue jelly?! Hey, old No Name? What's happening?
No Name:	No Name, let me out! What are you gonna do with me? Pee-yew! What smells like big business? Hey, I don't remember that factory! Huh? What is this horrible place?
Robot: Coochie coochie coo.	What kind of monster is responsible for this horror?
Mr. Krabs: That's it, boys! Keep that gelatinous gold mine flowing!	Mr. Krabs? No! Now I know why you brought me here. But what can we do?
Singer in the recording: ♪Give it all you got! Dance, dance, dance, get on it! Take it to the top...♪	Mr. Krabs! Stop this madness! Stop it right now!
Mr. Krabs: Uh... uh... This... This isn't what it looks like, SpongeBob! Why... uh... We're just... uh... having a little tea party!	Oh, boy! A tea party! You tricked me, Mr. Krabs! I wouldn't have collected all those jellyfish if I knew that this was their fate! This isn't right! Jellyfish need wide-open space and fresh air!
Mr. Krabs: Easy, boy, what are you doing with that?	Something that should've been done a LONG TIME AGO!
Mr. Krabs: NOO!	The squeaky bolt on this door was driving me crazy!
Mr. Krabs: Whew!	And now, I'm gonna set these jellyfish free!
Mr. Krabs: Well, you can't. The door's voice-activated and will only open if I say open!	Freedom! FREEDOM!!!
Mr. Krabs: YOU'LL NEVER CATCH ME!!!! What?! Mr. Krabs: Blasted exercise craze...	Goodbye, friends!
Mr. Krabs: I'm taking jelly off the menu.	He really got burned on that deal! All is as it should be. I promise never to use this jellyfish net for anything but pure sport again. Jellyfish aren't meant to be captured forever! Oh, No Name! I guess I can name you now. I'll call you... Friend. Hey, where's my alarm clock?
Gary: Meow.	Your shell is gone, too?
Gary: Meow.	I think we've been robbed!
Gary: Meow! Squidward: She's gone! My clarinet is missing!	Hmm, strange indeed...
Patrick: My cuff links! They're missing! Oh, why? Why?!	I hope this doesn't mean that we're missing the one thing that's nearest and dearest to our heart.
Squidward: Nope, I'm right here.	The Krusty Krab! Phew.
Squidward:	Reporting to duty, Mr. Krabs! Mr. Krabs? Mr. Krabs? Mr. Krabs? Mr. Krabs? Mr. Krabs? Pearl? what are you doing here?
Pearl: Oh, nothing, SpongeBob. Just trying to juggle schoolwork, having a social life, and running a family business, that's all. Squidward: Drama queen.	Where's your dad?
Pearl: I don't know. When I went to get my allowance this morning, he was gone.	Mr. Krabs is missing?
Squidward: I'm missing my clarinet.	...and Gary's shell.
Patrick: Has anyone seen my cuff links?! Charles: So, you lost your cuff links, eh? They're probably in the Bikini Bottom Triangle.	Bikini Bottom Triangle?
Charles: That's right. First, an eerie fog rolls in, then, you can hear the hypnotic song of the mermaids. And then, poof, your cuff links are gone. Never to return...	The triangle must've taken Mr. Krabs! We gotta find him!
Squidward: Maybe Mr. Krabs is doing his morning dumpster dive for loose change.	Mr. Krabs, are you out here?
Squidward: Oh, no, is that a mermaid song?	No, just a thick eerie fog.
Squidward: Uh-oh!	Squidward. Come on, Squidward, quit messing around. We've gotta find Mr. Kra- Hey, gumballs! .
Squidward: Oh! This is the Bikini Bottom Triangle? Looks more like a dump.	Come on, we've gotta find Mr. Krabs. The Krusty Krab needs him. Mr. Krabs? Squidward, this is no time for seahorseplay!
Squidward: Oh, my neck.	Mr. Krabs! Mr. Krabs!
Squidward: Would you shut it already?!	Oh, Squidward, Mr. Krabs is gone. Oh, it hurts so bad! I can't take it much longer! I hope he's not in any pain...wherever he is.
Squidward: I think he's doing just fine.	Mr. Krabs! You've gotta get up! We gotta get out of here!
Mr. Krabs: Ohh, okay, Tibor, I think I'm good. Tibor: Remember to drink plenty of fluids. Mr. Krabs: Look, SpongeBob, you see all this stuff, including you and me, are brought here when the mermaids sing their beautiful song. The mermaids' song triggers this here contrapteron, to suck the sky like a vacuum, dumpin' all the contents here on this island. That is how we ended up surrounded by all this valuable and resellable stuff! Ooh. Yippee! A new shipment! Free stuff, here I- come? Pretty neat, eh, boy?	Patrick!
Patrick: Have you found my cuff links?	No. Patrick, is that a Krabby Patty?
Patrick: Yep. Pearl doesn't make them as good as you do, though. Mr. Krabs: Pearl? Oh, me sweet little girl, all alone, with me cash register! Pearl: Daddy! Mr. Krabs: Pearl! Pearl: Get me out of this trash heap! Mr. Krabs: Oh, me little angel. Thanks, mysterious singing mermaids! Pearl: Enough with the hugging!	That's it, Mr. Krabs! I'll just find the mysterious singing mermaids and ask them how to get out of here!
Patrick: Wow, riding by piggy-back is exhausting.	You're telling me.
Patrick: Whoa! Mermaid #1: I love this mirror, girls, but it is sooo ten minutes ago. Mermaid #2: Like, I couldn't agree with you more. Mermaid #3: Yeah, like, all this stuff is old news. Mermaid Leader: Shall we ladies? All mermaids: Patrick: Ah, excuse me, hi. Mermaid Leader: Umm, can I help you? Patrick:	Yes, mermaid ladies, you actually can help us.
Patrick: Yeah...	Yeah, we'd like to know how to get out of here, please.
Mermaid Leader: Like, this is the Bikini Bottom Triangle. Nothing ever leaves. Duh.	Uhh, are you sure?
Mermaid Leader: Look, little freakazoid, we only know one thing, and that's how to surround ourself with cool new stuff whenever we feel like it, anything beyond that is T.N.O.P.	T-nop?
Mermaid Leader: Uh, yeah. You know, Totally Not Our Problem.	Oh, T.N.O.P! Okay, well, thanks anyway. Come on, Patrick, let's go. Patrick?
Patrick: You go ahead, SpongeBob. I think I'm gonna hang with the ladies for a bit. Mr. Krabs: Come on, come on, I know you're in there! Ah-ha! Playing hard to get, weren't you, little one? Quarter: Little one? How dare you, sir!	Sir, I'm back. Unfortunately, I was unable to get the information from the-
Mr. Krabs: SpongeBob? SpongeBob, boy-o! SpongeBob, can you hear me? Pearl: Should we help? Squidward: He looks fine to me. Mr. Krabs: What's the matter, boy-o? Your Krabby Patty meter's on empty! We've got to get a Krabby Patty into you quick or- Please great vacuum cleaner, please just give us just one- ...Krabby Patty.	Oh, yeah!! Wow, sir, that was the single best Krabby Patty I've ever eaten.
Mr. Krabs: Why, thank you, boy-o. I'm glad you- Wait a minute, I didn't make that Krabby Patty, and you didn't make that Krabby Patty, and those two couldn't have made it, so it must have been that rotten pipsqueak Plankton! I've gotta stop that poor excuse for a life form from- So, how do we get out of here?	Well, sir, based on what the mermaids told me, there er... there is no way out.
Mr. Krabs: Oh, really? Well, I think you don't know who to talk to the ladies.	Oh, sir, I-
Mr. Krabs: Look, boy, I've got a way with the ladies, and I guarantee the old Krabs charm will have 'em telling us exactly how to get out of this place. So there's really no way out of this place? 'Cause I really need to get back to the Krusty Krab to stop my arch-nemesis from ruining me business. Mermaid Leader: T.N.O.P, Grandpa. Mr. Krabs: T-nop?	Totally Not Our Problem.
Mermaid Leader: Oh, and P.S, here's your creepy pink friend back. Pearl: Daddy! Daddy! Mr. Krabs: Don't worry, Pearl, daddy's okay. Pearl: Can I go to the mall now? Mr. Krabs: The mall? But, Pearl- Pearl: I wanna go to the mall! Mermaid Leader: Like, what's a mall? Pearl: Wait what? You seriously don't know what a mall is? Mermaid Leader: I am seriously serious. Pearl: Well, the mall is, like, only the most awesome place to get all the best, super-coolest, glittershly fabulous new stuff you want! Mermaid Leader: Really? Mermaid #3: No way! Mermaids #1, #2, and #4: We want to go to the mall! Mr. Krabs: Oh, do you? All Mermaids: Uh-huh! Mr. Krabs: Now, how do you propose we do that, huh? Wait, I know we just hit the magic reverse button on the giant vacuum cleaner.	That's it, sir! It's the mermaids!
Mr. Krabs: It sure is- what?	The reverse switch is the mermaids! They just need to sing their song backwards.
Mermaid Leader: Yeah! Backwards! Mr. Krabs: Yeah, backwards. What a stupid idea that- Pearl: You ready for the mall, girls? All Mermaids: Yeah! Mall! Mall! Mall! Mall! Squidward: Hello, miserable life, I'm back. Old Fish: And so are my dentures! Gray fish: Tibor! You're alive!	Isn't that great, Mr. Krabs? Everyone is reclaiming their stuff. Mr. Krabs?
Mr. Krabs: Speaking of reclaiming... alright Plankton, I know what you're up to, but the jigs up you little conniving pipsqueak! Huh? Charles: Actually, the name's Charles. Figured I'd hold down the fort for ya while you were gone. Mr. Krabs: So, you've been the one making me Krabby Patties? Charles: Yep. All me. Oh, and by the way, you've got a little vermin problem. Plankton: Vermin? You take that back! Charles: He's a feisty one... Patrick: Hey! I found my cuff links! That's better. Good day, gentlemen. Patrick: Home, Reginald.	Patrick! You dropped your cummerbund! ♪Ooooooooo-oooooooohhh-woh-woooh, how much chum could a sea slug chug if a sea slug could chug...♪ Mr. Krabs, you gotta get out here! It's a code blue situation!
Mr. Krabs: Please deposit 25 cents to continue this call.	Sure thing, Mr. K. Mr. Krabs, you gotta get out here! It's a code blue situation!
Mr. Krabs: Code blue?! What's the matter, boy?	I think Plankton wants to destroy our way of life!
Mr. Krabs: Man alive! He's taking us down! Plankton: Get ready, Krabs, for the surprise of your life! Mr. Krabs: Brace yourself! Huh? Plankton's destroying the Chum Bucket? Heh, heh, I guess he's finally given up on the restaurant business. Couldn't take the competition. What is that? Plankton: Greetings, citizens of Bikini Bottom! Behold my imperial Chum Coliseum! I vow to introduce to this fair city culture, in the form of hand to hand grappling! I intend to enrich your lives culturally, by exhibiting the moist spectacle of gladiators in mortal conflict! My corporate underwriters told me to mention that it's free! Come on! Come all! Remember, kids love gladiators. Debbie: Wow! Real-life conflict, for free? Nathiel: Let the horror show begin! Plankton: Oh, Karen, even though you're just a frigid machine, your circuits must be welling up with emotion at my latest achievement. Karen: Oh, yes, my resisters are simply gushing from their copper foil traces. Plankton: This will prove to be my greatest evil scheme ever! Karen: That's what you said when you tried to boil Krabs in a giant bisque. Plankton: I can still feel the burns... which is why I removed all molten liquid from this maneuver. And it's why this time, I will be the one with all the customers. And Krabs will be the pathetic one, in an empty restaurant, stuck with a computer for a wife! Uh, sorry, honey.	Wow, looks like Plankton finally has some customers!
Mr. Krabs: I agree, it's very suspicious. And he may have lured a few of our fair-weather customers in with some cheap entertainment, but our loyal customers know quality when they taste it! So let's get in there and serve 'em up a burger they tell their grand-guppies about! Where's all me loyal customers?! Squidward: They've all taken their grand-guppies to see the guts and gore across the street. Mr. Krabs: That lower life form can slender my name, and desecrate me mother's grave... Mama Krabs: I'm right here! Mr. Krabs: ...but when he steals me customers, then I push back! Gentlemen, to the coliseum! This reeks of evil. And I'm going to sniff out the source. Plankton: Welcome, one and all, to the first biannual big arena of annihilation!	Whoo!
Plankton: Brought to you by yours truly. So without further ado, let the mauling begin! Scooter: All right!	Yay! Whoo! Isn't this a boat load of fun, Squidward? I can't wait to see the poor sucker who has to go up against that beast!
Squidward: You call this fun? This is just cheap, uncultured lay sport. Plankton: Now, release the opponent!	Yes! Go! Patrick?! How could they?! This is horrible!
Squidward: This is fabulous! Plankton: Enough dilly-dallying. Send out the blood sausages! Patrick: All right! Plankton: That pink dimwit doesn't stand a chance with those sausages around his throat! As soon as the smell of sausage hits that ravenous lionfish's nostrils, he'll be all over Patrick like mold on a shower curtain! Sally: Rip his sausages off! Patrick: Ohh. Nice kitty. Here, kitty. Want a sausage? A nice, delicious, tasty... sausage. Spawn of a gefilte fish!	I can't sit here and watch this! That's my best friend out there! Patrick!
Patrick: What? Oh! Oh, it's you! Hey, how's it going, buddy?	No time for chitchat, get in! Hurry up, Nelly!
Nat: Boo! Mama Krabs: Boring! I want to see some body parts! Mr. Krabs: Mom! Plankton: This is ridiculous! I order a simple brutal mauling for my denizens, and I get a circus act! Time for phase 2! Chum on a stick! Get your fresh chum right here! Some chum for you, miss? Sadie: Well, all this waiting around for someone to get mauled is making me a bit hungry. Plankton: Here, take this one. It's fresh and warm, like my hospitality. Sadie: Why, thank you. Plankton: Just ten dollars, please. Sadie: Ten dollars?! Why would I pay ten dollars, when I can go across the street and get a Krabby Patty for one dollar? Mr. Krabs: Exactly! Plankton: You don't get this kind of entertainment with a Krabby Patty, do you? Sadie: No, I suppose not. Plankton: Ten dollars, or the fight's off! Sadie: Ah, fine! Whatever. Plankton: Here you are. I'm sure I've made a satisfied customer of you already. Sadie: That was appalling! What was in that?! Plankton: Oh, just the usual ingredients. Some jellyfish squeezings, whale blubber, sea horse snout, and a sprinkle of anchor rust. Sadie: Oh, barnacles! That's foul! Plankton: Now, I've been waiting for 20 years to have the amount of customers Krabs sees every day! And I won't let that be ruined because the show's boring, or the food's inedible. So sit down, enjoy the show, and buy some chum!	What do we do now, Patrick?
Patrick: Don't worry, I'm already doing it.	NO! Patrick, now is not the time for eating, now is the time to avoid being eaten by that giant... Huh? That's it, Patrick! He's not chasing us. He's chasing those tasty, tender, delicious, succulent sausages around your neck!
Plankton: Chum on a stick! Get your chum! What the? Oh, great! Now how am I going to entertain the masses? Hey, watch where you're... Oh, dear! Phew. Good thing I thought ahead with that escape door. Try and catch me now, you prissy feline! No! Nice kitty! Want some chum? Mr. Krabs: You know, I'm not one to give out comments lightly. I've gotta hand it to you, boy, if you didn't throw those sausages into the audience, we would have been dead meat!	My pleasure, Captain!
Patrick: Yeah, thanks, buddy! You really saved my behind! No joke! Mr. Krabs: I think that it's safe to say that no matter how diabolical Plankton's plans may be, he'll never have the loyalty of me good customers. Wobbles: One Krabby Patty, please. Mr. Krabs: But of course, my good customer. That'll be ten dollars. Wobbles: Ten dollars? What happened to one dollar? Mr. Krabs: Ahem, perhaps you'd like to speak to our financial expert. Wobbles: Stupid inflation. Mr. Krabs: Thanks for your business. Fish: Hey! Hey, you there! Patrick: Uh, me? Fish: Yes, you! Get outta town! Get outta town! And take a vacation to beautiful Sunny Seashores Resort. Here ya go, sir. Patrick: I gotta get out of town! Oh, thanks, SpongeBob.	Sure, Patrick, ya...
Patrick: I gotta get going! He told me to!	Who did?
Patrick: Uhh, well, uhh... hmmm, I'm not sure. But he had a briefcase.	Ahh, a briefcase?! He might be a paid assassin! But, Patrick, you can't go! Not like this! Who will go with me to the next jellyfisherman's expo?!
Patrick: It'll have to be one of your other chums 'cause my mind is set.	Unset it, please unset it!
Patrick: I guess I'll pack up my stuff and get ready to go. My clothes.	Umm, Patrick, those are my clothes.
Patrick: My peanut butter!	That's my peanut butter.

Patrick: I don't get it.

Look, it's easy, it simply means that...

Flying Dutchman: Never mind what it means! I just want it to look scary! That's it! You know, mold growing on the ceilings and bugs in the sink.

So, you don't want it to look good?

Patrick: Leedle-leedle-leedle-lee! Leedle-eedle-eedle- eedle-eedle! Leedle-eedle-eedle-eedle-eedle! Leedle-eedle-eedle-eedle-eedle! Flying Dutchman: Eh, that'll do. Okay, Square One, since Pink One's working the navigation, it's up to you to find our first victim. Here, use this spyglass. Now hurry up! We're burnin' moonlight!

Let's see who we can find. Captain, there's a guy we can scare.

Billy: I had four biscuits, and I ate one. Then I only had three! Flying Dutchman: Ahh, it does me heart good to see children out after dark. Pink One, take us behind those rocks. Patrick: Moving behind the rocks!

Keep going. You're good. You're good. You're good...and...stop. Don't worry, Cap'n, we'll buff out those scratches.

Flying Dutchman: All right, never mind it. Just jump out when I give the signal. Flying Dutchman: Boo! Prepare to be burdened with the haunting memory of my ghostly ghost pirates!

Was that the signal? Okay, sorry, sorry, just...just do it again.

Flying Dutchman: With the haunting memory of my ghostly ghost pirates! Patrick: How does he do that? Flying Dutchman: Get back on the ship. SpongeBob and Patrick: It's still a mystery! Billy: Those guys are dorks. Flying Dutchman: Yes, but they're my dorks.

You're good. You're good. You're good. You're good. You're good. You're good. You're good.. You're good. You're good. Why do you think the Dutchman asked us to wait in our bunk room?

Patrick: Maybe he's gonna give us a reward!

Like movie passes?

Patrick: Or an oversized coffee mug?! Flying Dutchman: I've been thinking. Stop bouncing! This whole crew for eternity thing isn't working out. It's not really you so much as it is me.

You're setting us free?

Flying Dutchman: Well, actually, I'm just gonna eat you. See you at dinner! Patrick: Wait, I have an idea!

Really?! What is it?

Patrick: Let's leave!

But the door is locked and the only way out is through the...perfume department.

Patrick: Let's do it.

I always hate going in there!

Patrick: Yeah.

Wait! Listen!

Flying Dutchman: Dear Diary: I told them I'm going to eat them tomorrow. I made up some of that brown sauce my cousin showed me just for the occasion. Ahh, it's a good thing I found my dining sock again. Remember the last time I lost me dining sock, I couldn't eat for a whole week. Yes, sir, sometimes I wonder how I'd survive if anything should ever happen... Give me back my sock! Everyone knows I can't eat without it!

Never!

Flying Dutchman: Okay, then... Give it to me!

No!

Flying Dutchman: Wait, you're stretching out the elastic! Patrick: It would seem we have reached an impasse. Flying Dutchman: Pink one is right. Tell you what. You give me back the sock, and I'll give you...three wishes. Patrick: Make it five. Flying Dutchman: Four. Patrick: Three. Take it or leave it. Flying Dutchman: Okay...uhh, three. You get three wishes.

Wow! Three wishes, Pat. Isn't that great?

Patrick: Wishes? I wish we had known that earlier! Flying Dutchman: Okay, you got two wishes left.

Well, we still have two more. How exciting! I wish Squidward were here to see this!

Squidward: Boy, I'm glad all that's over! SpongeBob and Patrick: Squidward! You're back!

Guess what? The Dutchman gave us three wishes! Patrick used the first one, and I guess I... just used the second one.

Squidward: Well, then, the last one you owe me because you got me back into this mess! Patrick: Wait! I think it belongs to me! Because I didn't really get a real wish, so why should you get a wish...

Well, that's not right because...

Flying Dutchman: That's enough! Using my mystic other-worldly powers, I shall decide who gets the last wish. Eeny, meeny, miny, mo, catch a sailor by the toe, if he hollers, let him go, my mother told me to pick the very best one and... French Narrator: Ahh, another beautiful day in Bikini Bottom's own Jellyfish Fields. An untamed world of natural order where the little jellyfish jellies roam free across the salty seascape. And where there is jellyfish, there is the Jellyfish Hunter.

La la la la, la la la la la! You're my twelfth catch of the day. I'm gonna call you Twelvey. Coochie coochie coo! Bye, Twelvey! Oh! It's you! Well, it's just you and me again, I've caught and named every jellyfish in Jellyfish Fields at least once. Except you, No Name.

No Name:

Gotcha! ...Barnacles, how'd he do that? Someday, I'll catch old No Name. I'm going on my lunch break, Mr. Krabs.

Mr. Krabs: You've got 5 minutes!

Wow! One more minute than yesterday! SpongeBob ready for lunch! Yum!

Fred: Hey, buddy! What the heck is that?

Why, this is a hole, good sir. You see, I am a sponge, And we typically...

Fred: Not that! That!

It's just a little ol' Krabby Patty with Jellyfish Jelly! I call it a Krabby Patty with Jellyfish Jelly.

Fred: Could I try some?

Sure!

Fred: Amazing... I've got to tell someone about this! ♪Hey all you people! Hey all you people! Hey all you people, won't you listen to meeeeeee... I just had a sandwich, no ordinary sandwich, a sandwich filled with jellyfish jelly! Hey, man, you've got to try this sandwich, it's no ordinary sandwich, it's the tastiest sandwich in the sea. Ah de ba da ba doo ba da ba de ba da da. Yeahhhhh... Thank you!♪ Mr. Krabs: SpongeBob, who's playing Squidward's records again?

No one, Mr. Krabs. I was just sharing my jellyfish jelly with the customers. Here you go, Mr. Krabs. Send your taste buds on a journey.

Mr. Krabs: Messing with the patty's formula, that's mutiny! Why I oughta...! Fred: Sir, this is the greatest thing I've ever eaten! I'm going to come back here for lunch everyday for the rest of my life! Hey, buddy, you alright? Mr. Krabs:

You okay, Mr. K?

Mr. Krabs: SpongeBob, I got a proposition for ye. How's about you go catch me some of those little moneyfish?

Oh, boy. Getting paid to jellyfish. That's my life's dream!

Mr. Krabs: Well, keep dreaming. This'll be on your time.

Aye, aye, sir!

Mr. Krabs: Now go get me some jellyfish, and make it ...quick. Uhh, SpongeBob? We're gonna need more than one puny jellyfish.

But, sir, how many jellyfish do you need?

Mr. Krabs: SpongeBob, we have a whole ecosystem full of hungry paying customers. Oh, no! Don't tell me! You've stopped caring for the customer!

No! Never!

Mr. Krabs: Then go out there and get me some more jellies!

Okay, Mr. Krabs. Just make sure the jellyfish are comfortable. They are oh, so sensitive.

Mr. Krabs: Oh, I'll keep 'em comfortable all right, inside me wallet!

Here you go, Mr. Krabs!

Mr. Krabs: I'm gonna need more than that, boy.

More jellies, Mr. Krabs!

Mr. Krabs: Oh, that'll never do. More! Mr. Krabs: More, SpongeBob! Mr. Krabs: What don't you understand about... more?! Mr. Krabs: More! More! More! More! More... MOAR. MOAR, MOAR, MOAR, MOAR. MOAR, MOAR. MOAR!

Well, there's no more! Now, that's jellyfishing! It feels like somebody... WANTS TO SELL ME SOMETHING!

Businessman: I told you he was on to us.

I'm not interested in anything you're selling! I sure felt like... I must be working too hard. I'll get it, Gary! Hello, SpongeBob's house, SpongeBob speaking. Hello?

No Name:

Wrong number. I guess Gary forgot to pay the electric bill! Gary, is that you? Gary? Uh, yeah, good idea, Gary, there's probably some candles in the kitchen. Hello, what's this? What are you doing here, oh delicious one? A little snack will calm my nerves! Mmm... a Krabby Patty with blue jelly. Blue jelly?! Hey, old No Name? What's happening?

No Name:

No Name, let me out! What are you gonna do with me? Pee-yew! What smells like big business? Hey, I don't remember that factory! Huh? What is this horrible place?

Robot: Coochie coochie coo.

What kind of monster is responsible for this horror?

Mr. Krabs: That's it, boys! Keep that gelatinous gold mine flowing!

Mr. Krabs? No! Now I know why you brought me here. But what can we do?

Singer in the recording: ♪Give it all you got! Dance, dance, dance, get on it! Take it to the top...♪

Mr. Krabs! Stop this madness! Stop it right now!

Mr. Krabs: Uh... uh... This... This isn't what it looks like, SpongeBob! Why... uh... We're just... uh... having a little tea party!

Oh, boy! A tea party! You tricked me, Mr. Krabs! I wouldn't have collected all those jellyfish if I knew that this was their fate! This isn't right! Jellyfish need wide-open space and fresh air!

Mr. Krabs: Easy, boy, what are you doing with that?

Something that should've been done a LONG TIME AGO!

Mr. Krabs: NOO!

The squeaky bolt on this door was driving me crazy!

Mr. Krabs: Whew!

And now, I'm gonna set these jellyfish free!

Mr. Krabs: Well, you can't. The door's voice-activated and will only open if I say open!

Freedom! FREEDOM!!!

Mr. Krabs: YOU'LL NEVER CATCH ME!!!! What?! Mr. Krabs: Blasted exercise craze...

Goodbye, friends!

Mr. Krabs: I'm taking jelly off the menu.

He really got burned on that deal! All is as it should be. I promise never to use this jellyfish net for anything but pure sport again. Jellyfish aren't meant to be captured forever! Oh, No Name! I guess I can name you now. I'll call you... Friend. Hey, where's my alarm clock?

Gary: Meow.

Your shell is gone, too?

Gary: Meow.

I think we've been robbed!

Gary: Meow! Squidward: She's gone! My clarinet is missing!

Hmm, strange indeed...

Patrick: My cuff links! They're missing! Oh, why? Why?!

I hope this doesn't mean that we're missing the one thing that's nearest and dearest to our heart.

Squidward: Nope, I'm right here.

The Krusty Krab! Phew.

Squidward:

Reporting to duty, Mr. Krabs! Mr. Krabs? Mr. Krabs? Mr. Krabs? Mr. Krabs? Mr. Krabs? Pearl? what are you doing here?

Pearl: Oh, nothing, SpongeBob. Just trying to juggle schoolwork, having a social life, and running a family business, that's all. Squidward: Drama queen.

Where's your dad?

Pearl: I don't know. When I went to get my allowance this morning, he was gone.

Mr. Krabs is missing?

Squidward: I'm missing my clarinet.

...and Gary's shell.

Patrick: Has anyone seen my cuff links?! Charles: So, you lost your cuff links, eh? They're probably in the Bikini Bottom Triangle.

Bikini Bottom Triangle?

Charles: That's right. First, an eerie fog rolls in, then, you can hear the hypnotic song of the mermaids. And then, poof, your cuff links are gone. Never to return...

The triangle must've taken Mr. Krabs! We gotta find him!

Squidward: Maybe Mr. Krabs is doing his morning dumpster dive for loose change.

Mr. Krabs, are you out here?

Squidward: Oh, no, is that a mermaid song?

No, just a thick eerie fog.

Squidward: Uh-oh!

Squidward. Come on, Squidward, quit messing around. We've gotta find Mr. Kra- Hey, gumballs! .

Squidward: Oh! This is the Bikini Bottom Triangle? Looks more like a dump.

Come on, we've gotta find Mr. Krabs. The Krusty Krab needs him. Mr. Krabs? Squidward, this is no time for seahorseplay!

Squidward: Oh, my neck.

Mr. Krabs! Mr. Krabs!

Squidward: Would you shut it already?!

Oh, Squidward, Mr. Krabs is gone. Oh, it hurts so bad! I can't take it much longer! I hope he's not in any pain...wherever he is.

Squidward: I think he's doing just fine.

Mr. Krabs! You've gotta get up! We gotta get out of here!

Mr. Krabs: Ohh, okay, Tibor, I think I'm good. Tibor: Remember to drink plenty of fluids. Mr. Krabs: Look, SpongeBob, you see all this stuff, including you and me, are brought here when the mermaids sing their beautiful song. The mermaids' song triggers this here contrapteron, to suck the sky like a vacuum, dumpin' all the contents here on this island. That is how we ended up surrounded by all this valuable and resellable stuff! Ooh. Yippee! A new shipment! Free stuff, here I- come? Pretty neat, eh, boy?

Patrick!

Patrick: Have you found my cuff links?

No. Patrick, is that a Krabby Patty?

Patrick: Yep. Pearl doesn't make them as good as you do, though. Mr. Krabs: Pearl? Oh, me sweet little girl, all alone, with me cash register! Pearl: Daddy! Mr. Krabs: Pearl! Pearl: Get me out of this trash heap! Mr. Krabs: Oh, me little angel. Thanks, mysterious singing mermaids! Pearl: Enough with the hugging!

That's it, Mr. Krabs! I'll just find the mysterious singing mermaids and ask them how to get out of here!

Patrick: Wow, riding by piggy-back is exhausting.

You're telling me.

Patrick: Whoa! Mermaid #1: I love this mirror, girls, but it is sooo ten minutes ago. Mermaid #2: Like, I couldn't agree with you more. Mermaid #3: Yeah, like, all this stuff is old news. Mermaid Leader: Shall we ladies? All mermaids: Patrick: Ah, excuse me, hi. Mermaid Leader: Umm, can I help you? Patrick:

Yes, mermaid ladies, you actually can help us.

Patrick: Yeah...

Yeah, we'd like to know how to get out of here, please.

Mermaid Leader: Like, this is the Bikini Bottom Triangle. Nothing ever leaves. Duh.

Uhh, are you sure?

Mermaid Leader: Look, little freakazoid, we only know one thing, and that's how to surround ourself with cool new stuff whenever we feel like it, anything beyond that is T.N.O.P.

T-nop?

Mermaid Leader: Uh, yeah. You know, Totally Not Our Problem.

Oh, T.N.O.P! Okay, well, thanks anyway. Come on, Patrick, let's go. Patrick?

Patrick: You go ahead, SpongeBob. I think I'm gonna hang with the ladies for a bit. Mr. Krabs: Come on, come on, I know you're in there! Ah-ha! Playing hard to get, weren't you, little one? Quarter: Little one? How dare you, sir!

Sir, I'm back. Unfortunately, I was unable to get the information from the-

Mr. Krabs: SpongeBob? SpongeBob, boy-o! SpongeBob, can you hear me? Pearl: Should we help? Squidward: He looks fine to me. Mr. Krabs: What's the matter, boy-o? Your Krabby Patty meter's on empty! We've got to get a Krabby Patty into you quick or- Please great vacuum cleaner, please just give us just one- ...Krabby Patty.

Oh, yeah!! Wow, sir, that was the single best Krabby Patty I've ever eaten.

Mr. Krabs: Why, thank you, boy-o. I'm glad you- Wait a minute, I didn't make that Krabby Patty, and you didn't make that Krabby Patty, and those two couldn't have made it, so it must have been that rotten pipsqueak Plankton! I've gotta stop that poor excuse for a life form from- So, how do we get out of here?

Well, sir, based on what the mermaids told me, there er... there is no way out.

Mr. Krabs: Oh, really? Well, I think you don't know who to talk to the ladies.

Oh, sir, I-

Mr. Krabs: Look, boy, I've got a way with the ladies, and I guarantee the old Krabs charm will have 'em telling us exactly how to get out of this place. So there's really no way out of this place? 'Cause I really need to get back to the Krusty Krab to stop my arch-nemesis from ruining me business. Mermaid Leader: T.N.O.P, Grandpa. Mr. Krabs: T-nop?

Totally Not Our Problem.

Mermaid Leader: Oh, and P.S, here's your creepy pink friend back. Pearl: Daddy! Daddy! Mr. Krabs: Don't worry, Pearl, daddy's okay. Pearl: Can I go to the mall now? Mr. Krabs: The mall? But, Pearl- Pearl: I wanna go to the mall! Mermaid Leader: Like, what's a mall? Pearl: Wait what? You seriously don't know what a mall is? Mermaid Leader: I am seriously serious. Pearl: Well, the mall is, like, only the most awesome place to get all the best, super-coolest, glittershly fabulous new stuff you want! Mermaid Leader: Really? Mermaid #3: No way! Mermaids #1, #2, and #4: We want to go to the mall! Mr. Krabs: Oh, do you? All Mermaids: Uh-huh! Mr. Krabs: Now, how do you propose we do that, huh? Wait, I know we just hit the magic reverse button on the giant vacuum cleaner.

That's it, sir! It's the mermaids!

Mr. Krabs: It sure is- what?

The reverse switch is the mermaids! They just need to sing their song backwards.

Mermaid Leader: Yeah! Backwards! Mr. Krabs: Yeah, backwards. What a stupid idea that- Pearl: You ready for the mall, girls? All Mermaids: Yeah! Mall! Mall! Mall! Mall! Squidward: Hello, miserable life, I'm back. Old Fish: And so are my dentures! Gray fish: Tibor! You're alive!

Isn't that great, Mr. Krabs? Everyone is reclaiming their stuff. Mr. Krabs?

Mr. Krabs: Speaking of reclaiming... alright Plankton, I know what you're up to, but the jigs up you little conniving pipsqueak! Huh? Charles: Actually, the name's Charles. Figured I'd hold down the fort for ya while you were gone. Mr. Krabs: So, you've been the one making me Krabby Patties? Charles: Yep. All me. Oh, and by the way, you've got a little vermin problem. Plankton: Vermin? You take that back! Charles: He's a feisty one... Patrick: Hey! I found my cuff links! That's better. Good day, gentlemen. Patrick: Home, Reginald.

Patrick! You dropped your cummerbund! ♪Ooooooooo-oooooooohhh-woh-woooh, how much chum could a sea slug chug if a sea slug could chug...♪ Mr. Krabs, you gotta get out here! It's a code blue situation!

Mr. Krabs: Please deposit 25 cents to continue this call.

Sure thing, Mr. K. Mr. Krabs, you gotta get out here! It's a code blue situation!

Mr. Krabs: Code blue?! What's the matter, boy?

I think Plankton wants to destroy our way of life!

Mr. Krabs: Man alive! He's taking us down! Plankton: Get ready, Krabs, for the surprise of your life! Mr. Krabs: Brace yourself! Huh? Plankton's destroying the Chum Bucket? Heh, heh, I guess he's finally given up on the restaurant business. Couldn't take the competition. What is that? Plankton: Greetings, citizens of Bikini Bottom! Behold my imperial Chum Coliseum! I vow to introduce to this fair city culture, in the form of hand to hand grappling! I intend to enrich your lives culturally, by exhibiting the moist spectacle of gladiators in mortal conflict! My corporate underwriters told me to mention that it's free! Come on! Come all! Remember, kids love gladiators. Debbie: Wow! Real-life conflict, for free? Nathiel: Let the horror show begin! Plankton: Oh, Karen, even though you're just a frigid machine, your circuits must be welling up with emotion at my latest achievement. Karen: Oh, yes, my resisters are simply gushing from their copper foil traces. Plankton: This will prove to be my greatest evil scheme ever! Karen: That's what you said when you tried to boil Krabs in a giant bisque. Plankton: I can still feel the burns... which is why I removed all molten liquid from this maneuver. And it's why this time, I will be the one with all the customers. And Krabs will be the pathetic one, in an empty restaurant, stuck with a computer for a wife! Uh, sorry, honey.

Wow, looks like Plankton finally has some customers!

Mr. Krabs: I agree, it's very suspicious. And he may have lured a few of our fair-weather customers in with some cheap entertainment, but our loyal customers know quality when they taste it! So let's get in there and serve 'em up a burger they tell their grand-guppies about! Where's all me loyal customers?! Squidward: They've all taken their grand-guppies to see the guts and gore across the street. Mr. Krabs: That lower life form can slender my name, and desecrate me mother's grave... Mama Krabs: I'm right here! Mr. Krabs: ...but when he steals me customers, then I push back! Gentlemen, to the coliseum! This reeks of evil. And I'm going to sniff out the source. Plankton: Welcome, one and all, to the first biannual big arena of annihilation!

Whoo!

Plankton: Brought to you by yours truly. So without further ado, let the mauling begin! Scooter: All right!

Yay! Whoo! Isn't this a boat load of fun, Squidward? I can't wait to see the poor sucker who has to go up against that beast!

Squidward: You call this fun? This is just cheap, uncultured lay sport. Plankton: Now, release the opponent!

Yes! Go! Patrick?! How could they?! This is horrible!

Squidward: This is fabulous! Plankton: Enough dilly-dallying. Send out the blood sausages! Patrick: All right! Plankton: That pink dimwit doesn't stand a chance with those sausages around his throat! As soon as the smell of sausage hits that ravenous lionfish's nostrils, he'll be all over Patrick like mold on a shower curtain! Sally: Rip his sausages off! Patrick: Ohh. Nice kitty. Here, kitty. Want a sausage? A nice, delicious, tasty... sausage. Spawn of a gefilte fish!

I can't sit here and watch this! That's my best friend out there! Patrick!

Patrick: What? Oh! Oh, it's you! Hey, how's it going, buddy?

No time for chitchat, get in! Hurry up, Nelly!

Nat: Boo! Mama Krabs: Boring! I want to see some body parts! Mr. Krabs: Mom! Plankton: This is ridiculous! I order a simple brutal mauling for my denizens, and I get a circus act! Time for phase 2! Chum on a stick! Get your fresh chum right here! Some chum for you, miss? Sadie: Well, all this waiting around for someone to get mauled is making me a bit hungry. Plankton: Here, take this one. It's fresh and warm, like my hospitality. Sadie: Why, thank you. Plankton: Just ten dollars, please. Sadie: Ten dollars?! Why would I pay ten dollars, when I can go across the street and get a Krabby Patty for one dollar? Mr. Krabs: Exactly! Plankton: You don't get this kind of entertainment with a Krabby Patty, do you? Sadie: No, I suppose not. Plankton: Ten dollars, or the fight's off! Sadie: Ah, fine! Whatever. Plankton: Here you are. I'm sure I've made a satisfied customer of you already. Sadie: That was appalling! What was in that?! Plankton: Oh, just the usual ingredients. Some jellyfish squeezings, whale blubber, sea horse snout, and a sprinkle of anchor rust. Sadie: Oh, barnacles! That's foul! Plankton: Now, I've been waiting for 20 years to have the amount of customers Krabs sees every day! And I won't let that be ruined because the show's boring, or the food's inedible. So sit down, enjoy the show, and buy some chum!

What do we do now, Patrick?

Patrick: Don't worry, I'm already doing it.

NO! Patrick, now is not the time for eating, now is the time to avoid being eaten by that giant... Huh? That's it, Patrick! He's not chasing us. He's chasing those tasty, tender, delicious, succulent sausages around your neck!

Plankton: Chum on a stick! Get your chum! What the? Oh, great! Now how am I going to entertain the masses? Hey, watch where you're... Oh, dear! Phew. Good thing I thought ahead with that escape door. Try and catch me now, you prissy feline! No! Nice kitty! Want some chum? Mr. Krabs: You know, I'm not one to give out comments lightly. I've gotta hand it to you, boy, if you didn't throw those sausages into the audience, we would have been dead meat!

My pleasure, Captain!

Patrick: Yeah, thanks, buddy! You really saved my behind! No joke! Mr. Krabs: I think that it's safe to say that no matter how diabolical Plankton's plans may be, he'll never have the loyalty of me good customers. Wobbles: One Krabby Patty, please. Mr. Krabs: But of course, my good customer. That'll be ten dollars. Wobbles: Ten dollars? What happened to one dollar? Mr. Krabs: Ahem, perhaps you'd like to speak to our financial expert. Wobbles: Stupid inflation. Mr. Krabs: Thanks for your business. Fish: Hey! Hey, you there! Patrick: Uh, me? Fish: Yes, you! Get outta town! Get outta town! And take a vacation to beautiful Sunny Seashores Resort. Here ya go, sir. Patrick: I gotta get out of town! Oh, thanks, SpongeBob.

Sure, Patrick, ya...

Patrick: I gotta get going! He told me to!

Who did?

Patrick: Uhh, well, uhh... hmmm, I'm not sure. But he had a briefcase.

Ahh, a briefcase?! He might be a paid assassin! But, Patrick, you can't go! Not like this! Who will go with me to the next jellyfisherman's expo?!

Patrick: It'll have to be one of your other chums 'cause my mind is set.

Unset it, please unset it!

Patrick: I guess I'll pack up my stuff and get ready to go. My clothes.

Umm, Patrick, those are my clothes.

Patrick: My peanut butter!

That's my peanut butter.