rqchao/spongebob · Datasets at Hugging Face

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Factory Worker: Sorry.	Gary, they're completely sold out. There are no more Snail Bites left in the entire world and there never will be!
Gary: Meow!	What. Do. You. Want. Me. To. Do. Gary?! Travel the Earth, checking every pet store in existence to see if they happen to have a box of Snail Bites left? Is that what you want?!
Gary: Meow! Gary: Meow, meow, meow, meow, meow!	Gary, take a look at this map. This is a map of every pet store in the entire world! We've been to every single one of them, Gary! And not one of them has the treats you are after! Not one! I can't keep looking, Gary. I just can't.
Gary: Meow, meow, meow! Meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow! Patrick: Hey, SpongeBob! Your snail's still meowing? I have experience with these situations. You're the sponge. He is the snail. You just have to say no in a very firm voice!	But I don't want to say no to my wittle Gare-Bear! I want him to be happy!
Patrick: Well, you gotta be firm, SpongeBob! Sometimes, you have to no when to say know. Oh, wait, wait, wait, it's the other way around. You have to know when to say no. Yeah, that's it!	But I don't know how to say no, Patrick!
Patrick: No problem, SpongeBob! You can practice on me! Pretend I'm Gary and tell me no.	I can't! You're so cute!
Patrick: Do it, SpongeBob! Do it! Do it! Do it! Do it! Do it! Do it! Do it! Do it!	No!
Patrick: Stop it! Gary: Meow, meow, meow, meow!	Gary, this won't be easy, but the time has come when I must say nee, nn... Oh, Gary, It's a photo, it's a framed photo of the moment I picked you up at the pound! I remember that day like it was yesterday. Oh, and a photo of the time you built me a castle made of glitter and lollipops. Gary, this is the most special-- Oh! Nice try, Gary.
Gary: Meow!	Gare-Bear, we looked everywhere! There are no more Snail Bites. I'm sorry, Gary, but the answer is... no. Come on, stovie, pop that corn! Get ready, Gary. Incoming!
Gary: Meow.	Popcorn is served!
Medley: That, bro, is trouble at any car wash. TV Announcer: We will return to Bikini Bottom Car Wash after these messages. Commercial Announcer: Are you boring? Charlie: Yes, yes I am. Commercial Announcer: When friends describe you, do they use words like... dull! or drab!? Charlie: Don't forget platitudinous. Commercial Announcer: Yes, that too, Charlie. But what if I told you that you can change all that with the magic of... magic! Charlie: I look like some kind of magician. Now people won't ignore me. Commercial Announcer: Let's hope not, Charlie. With my Mister Magic Magical Magic Kit, even you can impress and amaze your friends.	I want to impress and amaze my friends!
Commercial Announcer: Just send $19.95 to me, Mister Magic. Narrator: 4 to 6 weeks later... Mailman: One magic kit and another one of these yellow things.	Here it is: Mister Magic's Magical Magic Kit. Look at all this! A book of spells, my very own wand of whimsy, the beard of Rasputin, and, of course, the all-important license to practice magic. Squidward! He'll appreciate my newly delivered skill.
Squidward: Brine soda, low-fast seaweed crisps, cool jazz. Mm, mm, Squidward you have done it. You have officially spoiled yourself rotten.	Well, let the rotting continue, friend, while I impress and amaze you with...magic!
Squidward: Magic? Can you make yourself disappear, SpongeBob?	Silly Squidward. I won't learn vanishing spells until I become a level 10 wizard. No, I better start with something simpler. Say card conjuring. Here, hold this simple, playing card while I transform it into a magic playing card before your very eyes. Let's see... step 1...
Squidward: This can't possibly end soon.	Which brings us to... step three. Juggle something. Well, if you insist, Mister Magic.
Squidward: I don't care where I'm going, just take me away from here.	Then take one card and shove it in your ear.
Monroe: But I don't like pistachio! Tom: Then why did you ask for it?	And finally, say the words Hobris-Pobris. Squidward! My simple card-trick has turned you into an ice cream cone. Which means... I am a level ten wizard! I suppose I should change you back to squid form. Presto! Uh, let's see. Umm... A-ha! Alakazam! Abracadabra. Okilee-dokilee. Hobra-cobra. Oh! Open sesame. Change-o back-o to Squidward-o, please-o? Oh, I am so sorry, Squidward. I've transformed you into a delicious dairy dessert and I can't change you back! There, there, Squidward. There is no need to cry. I promise you will continue your normal life despite the fact that you are now edible. Whoa-oh! Squidward! Speak to me! Speak! Hey, Squid, are you okay? Hey, Squid, are you still okay? Hey, Squidward, I got something for ya! Someone to keep you company in that drab ol' freezer. Oh, aren't they cute? I promise to stand by as an eternal guard over my buddy.
Patrick: Hi, SpongeBob, whatcha doing?	I have turned poor Squidward into a frozen dessert.
Patrick: That's awful. How tragic. Poor Squidward.	It's all my fault.
Patrick: Did you say frozen dessert?	Yeah. I turned him into a tasty soft-serve with a waffle cone.
Patrick: Oh...soft serve.	Patrick! Stop eating Squidward!
Patrick: Oh, sorry.	Patrick! Pat...!
Patrick: But he's so tasty!	Look, Patrick! Don't you understand!? This isn't just your ordinary ice cream cone.
Patrick: It's pistachio.	No! It's Squidward! And no matter what happens, I promised him that I would watch over him to ensure his soft, frozen life is unchanged. Patrick! Squidward has melted! Quick, call the police. What am I going to do?! Oh, Neptune, it's all my fault! What have I done?! What have I done?! It's all your fault! Curse you, Mister Magic's Magical Magic Kit! Curse you! Hey, that's it! That's the answer to our problems!
Patrick: Warning: From ages 9 to 99.	No, Patrick, the one mystic being that can help us: Mister Magic! Just follow the brown-tiled road to the most mysterious mystic of them all! No one's ever seen him in person.
Deep Male Voice: Enter! Who dares to see Mister Magic?! Speak up!	It is I, SpongeBob of the SquarePants, Magician Level 1. And I have turned my friend into ice cream.
Mister Magic: Good job.	Well, thank you, but well, I can't change him back.
Mister Magic: Hmmm, um, well, have you ever thought of a different hobby?	I need your help to change him back.
Mister Magic: My help? Uh, no thank you.	But if you don't, my friend will be a cone forever.
Mister Magic: Sorry, I... umm... I'm out to lunch, that's it.	I'll wait.
Mister Magic: I'm on a two-year lunch.	Oh, please.
Mister Magic: Silence!	But, sir, no one else has your power of sorcery.
Mister Magic: Thank...you. Patrick: Hey, SpongeBob, there's a guy over here talking into a tubey thing. Horace: Uhh, ignore your friend. The fish you see is only an illusion. Mister Magic: Uhh, ignore your friend. The fish you see is only an illusion. Patrick: Why's he saying the same thing Mister Magic's saying?	I don't know, Patrick. Who are you, good sir?
Horace: Well, I... uh... I'm Horace B. Magic.	Are you Mister Magic?
Horace: Technically, yes. But the only magic around here is the magic of business.	Does that mean you can't change my friend back?
Horace: I'm, I'm afraid not. So sorry about that, laddie. Your refund check is in the mail.	I don't need a refund, I want my friend back! This isn't about money. You're nothing but a fake--just a lying, corporate businessman, tainting the purity of magic with your corrupt commercial ways! You have ruined my faith in the magical arts.
Horace: Security.	What are we going to do about Squidward?
Patrick: We could always eat him. I'm kind of hungry.	Mister Magic was a fake and all his magic stuff is fake! All those magic words, they were fake. Yacky, shmacky, bappy, dappy, doppy, blabby, flabby, murkery, fool, magic of bloob-jiggacacies!...
Squidward: Ew. What are you doing, SpongeBob?	Squidward! You're back. The magic words worked. I really am magical after all. Can I turn you into something else, now?
Squidward: Hey, stop! Get me out of here! Patrick: Hey, SpongeBob? I'm still hungry. Can you turn me into a jar of mayonnaise so I can eat myself?	Sure, buddy. Patrick-a mayonnaise-ica.
Narrator: Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, welcome to the most fascinating place on Earth, Bubbletown! A bouncing, vibrant city, where everyone... and everything is comprised entirely of globules of air!	Ooh! A whole city made of bubbles! I'm so excited!
Narrator: Let's take a closer look at this effervescent city! Some bubbletowners drive to work in their bubble cars. While others simply float. Having a bubble car is great because parking is a cinch! Bubbletown also provides excellent public transportation. Seats are always available because these high-tech buses can account for any number of passengers. Here are some workers going to work in their bubble building. Narrator: You may wanna use the door. This office uses stand-up desks, and the ceiling for a more efficient work environment.	Whoa, whoa-whoa. Wow!
Narrator: Yes, there's all kinds of things to see and do in Bubbletown! You can enjoy Bubbletown's very own band!	Oh, yeah!
Narrator: And if you're hungry, why not try a bubble dog from one of our many bubble food vendors?	One, please?
Bubble hot dog vendor: Here you are.	Mmm! Oh, yeah! I am rabid for these dogs! Huh? Hey, it's my old pal, Bubble Buddy! Hiya, Bubble Buddy!
Bubble Buddy: SpongeBob?	Gee, it's good to see ya!
Bubble Buddy: Whoa!	Uh, oops. Sorry.
Bubble Buddy: Oh, don't worry about it.	So, how you been? How are things?
Bubble Buddy: Oh. Not so good, SpongeBob. On my way into town, I got a flat tire on my motor scooter.	Let me see if I can fix that for you. Ta-da!
Bubble Buddy: All right! Bubble Man #1: Say, that was some pretty handy bubble work you did there, son. Bubble Buddy: Why, SpongeBob is the best bubble blower I know. He can inflate and create anything! Bubble Man #1: You don't say? Hey, can you help me? I've got a small leak in my roof. Bubble Wife: Honey!	I can help you? By blowing bubbles? Oh...
Bubble Buddy: And...clear!	Count me in!
Bubble Man #1: Fantastic! Bubble Man #2: Say, when you're done helping him, my house could use a new rec room! Bubble Lady #1: I need some pajamas.	Okay, mm, uh-huh.
Bubble Man #3: I want another sandwich! Bubble Man #4: Monster truck tires!	Never fear, people of Bubbletown! I'm on it!
Bubble Man #1: Wow! Thanks, SpongeBob! Bubble Man #4: All right!	Oh, Bubble Buddy, this has been the best day of my life! I love it here in Bubbletown!
Bubble Buddy: Watch out for those— Bubble Lady #2: Excuse me, sir, but you seem to have stepped in my dogs.	Oh, uh-uh, pardon me, ma'am. Let me just— Oh. Whoa! Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa! Whoa! My eyes!
Bubble Buddy: SpongeBob, come back! Bubble Groom: Amy, will you marry me? Amy: Yes! I will! Bubble Groom: Aw. Bubble mayor: I now dedicate this new school for overly cute children. Little bubble boy: I wuv to learn! Bubble mayor: Hey! That was my job!	I'm so sorry! I can't stop! Watch out!
Bubble Buddy: SpongeBob! Bubble Buddy: SpongeBob! Oh thank goodness, you're okay.	No! Stay away! I'm a monster! A monster! Just look at the destruction I hath wrought!
Bubble Fred: My bubble legs! Bubble Man #4: My monster truck tires! Bubble Buddy: Okay, that doesn't look great. But I'm sure we can get it all sorted out. Bubble police officer: I'm afraid the only sorting out your friend's going to be doing is in jail. For popping a large portion of the city.	Okay, take me away! I'm guilty! I deserve whatever punishment you give me.
Bubble police officer: All right, you get one phone call.	Okay. The machine, hold on. Gotta leave a message. One second. Hey, Mr. Krabs. It's me, SpongeBob. Um, I'm in jail. In Bubbletown. They gave me three life sentences, so um...so um... I might be late for my next shift! I'm so sorry!
French Narrator: Later… Mr. Krabs: Mr. Squidward! Squidward: Du, huh, what, who? Mr. Krabs: What's going on here? How long have these folks been waiting to give me their money? Old Man Jenkins: I'm okay! Mr. Krabs: Well…? Squidward: What's the point? There's no one in the kitchen to make any food. Mr. Krabs: What?! Where's SpongeBob? Didn't he call in?	Hey, Mr. Krabs. It's me, SpongeBob. Um, I'm in jail. In Bubbletown. They gave me—
Mr. Krabs: Oh, barnacles. Me fry cook's in the clink. You have the conn, Mr. Squidward. I'll be back as soon as I can! Customers: Wha—whoa.	Mr. Krabs!
Mr. Krabs: This is a prison break, boy-o. Let's get a move on! We've got a bunch of hungry customers back home, and I need your help fleecing—I mean, I mean feeding them!	Oh, I'm sorry, Mr. Krabs. I can't go. I haven't finished paying my debt to society yet.
Mr. Krabs: Can't go? When I say we're leaving, we're leaving! Bubble police officer: Hey! You're not supposed to be in here! Mr. Krabs: Eat claw, bubble cop! Bubble police officer: Uh-huh? Bubble Wife: Honey! Mr. Krabs: Good thing they were all just bubbles, eh? Okay, let's get out of here. Uh-oh.	You popped it all. There's nothing left!
Mr. Krabs: Forget it, SpongeBob. It's Bubbletown.	No! I can't forget it. Just leave me here, Mr. Krabs. My tears will be a fitting memorial to the bubble city that I loved.
Bubble Buddy: So sorry to interrupt, but I might have a solution that works for everyone!	Oh, yeah!
Bubble Buddy: Yeah!	Let's blow this popsicle stand.
Bubble Buddy: I can't believe how quickly you inflated the whole city again, SpongeBob!	Yep! The whole city. Plus this new Krusty Krab.
Mr. Krabs: Yeah! Franchisin's a great idea, boy-o! I am making money claw over fist here. Hey, what's the exchange rate for bubbles to real money? Bubble Buddy: There is none! Bubble customers: Exchange rate? Mr. Krabs: That's it. We're done here.	Huh.
Little bubble boy: I wuv to learn! Narrator: Ah, beautiful springtime. A time for fun and frolic for most... but not for this poor slob. Squidward: Oh, what a beautiful day. And here I am trapped in a prison of high cholesterol. No one ever comes in on Sunday. Why can't Mr. Krabs just let us go home? SpongeBob, stop ringing this bell!	I was just testing it.
Squidward: I will ring the bell when there's an order. But... There's no customers! There hasn't been one all day and there isn't gonna be any!	One Krabby Patty coming up!
Squidward: No! Mr. Krabs: That sounds like me money dropping. What's going on out here?! My babies! Get away, you barbarian! What have you done? Nice, clean money... soiled! I'll take care of ya. Let papa clean ya up. Clear the way! No, no, no, don't cry, little ones.	What's wrong, Mr. Krabs?
Mr. Krabs: Me dime! No! I got it, boy! What the? It's stuck! You gotta help me, SpongeBob!	You've gotta let go of the dime.
Mr. Krabs: I can think of ten good reasons to never let go of a dime, boy. There's got to be another way! Grab me captain's quarters and heave! Me arms!	Oh no, not again!
Mr. Krabs: Wait. Squidward... I'm putting you in charge of things around here while I'm gone. Squidward: You can count on me, sir! Take care, Hurry back. Get well soon. You're in our thoughts. Takes more muscles to frown than to smile. Okay, SpongeBob, let's get down to business. My first official act as new manager is to give you a promotion.	Ahh! Really?
Squidward: You get to run the cash register.	The cash register... Wow! Squidward, who's gonna work the grill?
Squidward: You are-- It's part of the promotion I mentioned earlier. You'll be wearing two hats now. You're gonna take the orders and then you're gonna make them!	Ah... This is the best day of my life.
Squidward: Me, too.	But wait, if I'm running the register and the grill, what are you gonna do?
Squidward: I've got some very important boss-like errands to run. See ya later.	Squidward!
Squidward: What is it?	You forgot to teach me how to use... The cash register.
Squidward: You push the button and put the money inside. Okay, you're on your own.	I can't believe this is really happening. Today, I start living!
Squidward: Well, Squidward, you've really outdone yourself this time. A beautiful day of relaxing and pampering... With pay. Hmm... I guess I do kinda feel bad for poor little SpongeBob, all by his lonesome... Oh, oh, it'll pass. He's probably just standing at the register with that stupid grin on his face. Thought Patrick: Hey, SpongeBob! Thought SpongeBob: Hey, Patrick! Thought Patrick: Hey, SpongeBob, could you give me change for a quarter? Thought SpongeBob: No problem! Here ya go! Thought Patrick: Thanks. Squidward: I forgot to tell him how to make change! Oh! Sponge... ...Bob.	Hi, Squidward. All done with those errands?
Squidward: No, I am not. I just remembered I needed change for this dollar.	Do you want four quarters? Or ten dimes? Or twenty nickels? Or one hundred pennies? Or one quarter, three dimes, seven nickels, and ten pennies? Or, if you give me a five dollar bill, your options are...
Squidward: Alright, goodbye. This is great. My day off, no worries, just relaxation. I'm the boss, I deserve this. Ah... Squidward: Everything will be fine. There won't be any customers today anyway. He'll probably just stand there, bored. SpongeBob, bored. Thought SpongeBob: Ehh... Gettin' kinda bored. Squidward: Oh, what am I doing? I am wasting valuable relaxing time, that's what I'm doing! I mean, really. What are the odds? SpongeBob setting the Krusty Krab on fire.	May I help you, sir?
Squidward: It's me, you dunce!	Oh, hi, Squidward! How are those errands going?
Squidward: What's that supposed to mean? I'm very busy.	Well, I'm sure you are.
Squidward: I don't like your tone.	I'm sure you are. How's that?
Squidward: Just do your jobs!	Aye-aye, Mr. Tentacles. Boy, no wonder Mr. Krabs put him in charge.
Squidward: Must... re... ...lax! Look at yourself. You're losing your bluish glow! Stop worrying so much. Now, repeat after me: you will not go back to the Krusty Krab. Mirror SpongeBob: I will destroy the Krusty Krab! Squidward: SpongeBob!	Have you finished...?
Squidward: No! That's it. That's it. No matter what sick fantasies run through my mind, I will not go back to that restaurant!	Have you finished those errands? Have you finished those errands? Have you finished those errands? Have you finished those errands? Have you finished those errands? Have you finished those errands? Have you finished those errands?
Squidward: No, I am not finished with those errands and I never will be, so quit checking up on me! I know what you're up to. Forcing me to come back here every time you mess up!	But I haven't...
Squidward: Okay, maybe you haven't messed up yet, but you will. You will... And when you do, I'll be there. I'll be there!	Gosh, Squidward sure is a hard worker. He makes me proud to wear these hats.
Squidward: There! Now I'll have to stay here and enjoy myself! I'm not even gonna think about you-know-who at the you-know-what doing I-don't-care. Just gonna... Relax. Let Squid's day off... begin. What was that? It's SpongeBob. He's spying on me to see if I'm really doing errands. But, but he left his post. And I've finally caught him messing up. Aha! I caught you, Sponge... ... Branch. Heh, here's that rubber duck Mr. Krabs wanted me to get. I've got you now! Wait'll Mr. Krabs finds out you're a... ... Toilet. You're losin' it, Squidward. Calm down. If I let this get to me again, I'll just end up running down to the Krusty Krab, bursting through the front door, up to that yellow headache SpongeBob, and he'll say...	Hi, Squidward. Are you finished with those errands yet?
Squidward: Aha! I know you're in here. What? He's heading back to the Krusty Krab! I'll beat him there! I've got you now, SpongeBob! Sadie: Hey, put some clothes on! Squidward: The truth will be revealed! Patrick: Whoa-ho, right on, Squidward! Purple Doctorfish: Okay, Mr. Krabs. Get plenty of rest and if things don't seem right, come back. Mr. Krabs: Thanks, Doc. Squidward: SpongeBob, you can't beat me! AHA! I caught you now! You didn't think I knew you were a stick outside my window! Ha! Or the toilet in my bathroom! And then you were in my bathtub, and I... and-and you... and I... and then you... swam... down the drain... and... beat me... to the Krusty... Krab.	Uh, does that mean you're...?
Squidward: Yes, SpongeBob. I am finished with those errands. I guess I want to take my place back at the cash register. I really do.	Then you might wanna put these on. Hmm... Hey, Squidward, you know what? Look! We forgot to switch the Closed sign to Open. . It's almost like we could've taken the whole day off!
Squidward: Welcome to the Krusty Krab. My name is Squidward. May I take your order? Clay: Hmmm... uhh... oh, I'll have a... ...no. Maybe... ...no. Hmmm... I'll have... ...no. Or maybe... Squidward: Are you planning on ordering today, sir? Clay: I'll have a Krabby Patty. Squidward: How original. Clay: And with extra onions. Squidward: Daring today, aren't we? One Krabby Patty, extra onions.	One cryin' Johnny comin' up! First bun, then patty, followed by ketchup, mustard, pickles, extra onions, lettuce, cheese, tomatoes, and bun, in that order. One cryin' Johnny! Up!
Squidward: Whatever. Twelve Krabby Patties on wheat buns!	Bun, patty, ketchup, tomato, bun, bun, patty, ketchup, tomato, bun, bun, patty, ketchup, tomato, bun, bun, patty, ketchup, tomato, bun, bun, patty, ketchup, tomato, bun. One dozen cryin' cows on the farm! Up!
Squidward: Thanks, Farmer Brown. It's been a thrill serving you. John: Can I get some extra salt? Squidward: We're all out. John: Could you check? Squidward: No. Let me guess, tiny, a small salad? Bubble Bass: I'll take a Double Triple Bossy Deluxe on a raft, four by four, animal-style, extra shingles with a shimmy and a squeeze, light axle grease, make it cry, burn it, and let it swim. Squidward: We serve food here, sir.	I got it already, Squidward. Bubble Bass!
Bubble Bass: SquarePants! I hear talk you make a mean Krabby Patty.	Yep. I hear talk you're kinda picky.
Bubble Bass: Yep.	Well then... here ya go! Well, Bubble Bass, whaddaya think?
Bubble Bass: This is pretty good. Only one thing. You forgot the pickles! Crowd:	No!

Factory Worker: Sorry.

Gary, they're completely sold out. There are no more Snail Bites left in the entire world and there never will be!

Gary: Meow!

What. Do. You. Want. Me. To. Do. Gary?! Travel the Earth, checking every pet store in existence to see if they happen to have a box of Snail Bites left? Is that what you want?!

Gary: Meow! Gary: Meow, meow, meow, meow, meow!

Gary, take a look at this map. This is a map of every pet store in the entire world! We've been to every single one of them, Gary! And not one of them has the treats you are after! Not one! I can't keep looking, Gary. I just can't.

Gary: Meow, meow, meow! Meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow! Patrick: Hey, SpongeBob! Your snail's still meowing? I have experience with these situations. You're the sponge. He is the snail. You just have to say no in a very firm voice!

But I don't want to say no to my wittle Gare-Bear! I want him to be happy!

Patrick: Well, you gotta be firm, SpongeBob! Sometimes, you have to no when to say know. Oh, wait, wait, wait, it's the other way around. You have to know when to say no. Yeah, that's it!

But I don't know how to say no, Patrick!

Patrick: No problem, SpongeBob! You can practice on me! Pretend I'm Gary and tell me no.

I can't! You're so cute!

Patrick: Do it, SpongeBob! Do it! Do it! Do it! Do it! Do it! Do it! Do it! Do it!

No!

Patrick: Stop it! Gary: Meow, meow, meow, meow!

Gary, this won't be easy, but the time has come when I must say nee, nn... Oh, Gary, It's a photo, it's a framed photo of the moment I picked you up at the pound! I remember that day like it was yesterday. Oh, and a photo of the time you built me a castle made of glitter and lollipops. Gary, this is the most special-- Oh! Nice try, Gary.

Gary: Meow!

Gare-Bear, we looked everywhere! There are no more Snail Bites. I'm sorry, Gary, but the answer is... no. Come on, stovie, pop that corn! Get ready, Gary. Incoming!

Gary: Meow.

Popcorn is served!

Medley: That, bro, is trouble at any car wash. TV Announcer: We will return to Bikini Bottom Car Wash after these messages. Commercial Announcer: Are you boring? Charlie: Yes, yes I am. Commercial Announcer: When friends describe you, do they use words like... dull! or drab!? Charlie: Don't forget platitudinous. Commercial Announcer: Yes, that too, Charlie. But what if I told you that you can change all that with the magic of... magic! Charlie: I look like some kind of magician. Now people won't ignore me. Commercial Announcer: Let's hope not, Charlie. With my Mister Magic Magical Magic Kit, even you can impress and amaze your friends.

I want to impress and amaze my friends!

Commercial Announcer: Just send $19.95 to me, Mister Magic. Narrator: 4 to 6 weeks later... Mailman: One magic kit and another one of these yellow things.

Here it is: Mister Magic's Magical Magic Kit. Look at all this! A book of spells, my very own wand of whimsy, the beard of Rasputin, and, of course, the all-important license to practice magic. Squidward! He'll appreciate my newly delivered skill.

Squidward: Brine soda, low-fast seaweed crisps, cool jazz. Mm, mm, Squidward you have done it. You have officially spoiled yourself rotten.

Well, let the rotting continue, friend, while I impress and amaze you with...magic!

Squidward: Magic? Can you make yourself disappear, SpongeBob?

Silly Squidward. I won't learn vanishing spells until I become a level 10 wizard. No, I better start with something simpler. Say card conjuring. Here, hold this simple, playing card while I transform it into a magic playing card before your very eyes. Let's see... step 1...

Squidward: This can't possibly end soon.

Which brings us to... step three. Juggle something. Well, if you insist, Mister Magic.

Squidward: I don't care where I'm going, just take me away from here.

Then take one card and shove it in your ear.

Monroe: But I don't like pistachio! Tom: Then why did you ask for it?

And finally, say the words Hobris-Pobris. Squidward! My simple card-trick has turned you into an ice cream cone. Which means... I am a level ten wizard! I suppose I should change you back to squid form. Presto! Uh, let's see. Umm... A-ha! Alakazam! Abracadabra. Okilee-dokilee. Hobra-cobra. Oh! Open sesame. Change-o back-o to Squidward-o, please-o? Oh, I am so sorry, Squidward. I've transformed you into a delicious dairy dessert and I can't change you back! There, there, Squidward. There is no need to cry. I promise you will continue your normal life despite the fact that you are now edible. Whoa-oh! Squidward! Speak to me! Speak! Hey, Squid, are you okay? Hey, Squid, are you still okay? Hey, Squidward, I got something for ya! Someone to keep you company in that drab ol' freezer. Oh, aren't they cute? I promise to stand by as an eternal guard over my buddy.

Patrick: Hi, SpongeBob, whatcha doing?

I have turned poor Squidward into a frozen dessert.

Patrick: That's awful. How tragic. Poor Squidward.

It's all my fault.

Patrick: Did you say frozen dessert?

Yeah. I turned him into a tasty soft-serve with a waffle cone.

Patrick: Oh...soft serve.

Patrick! Stop eating Squidward!

Patrick: Oh, sorry.

Patrick! Pat...!

Patrick: But he's so tasty!

Look, Patrick! Don't you understand!? This isn't just your ordinary ice cream cone.

Patrick: It's pistachio.

No! It's Squidward! And no matter what happens, I promised him that I would watch over him to ensure his soft, frozen life is unchanged. Patrick! Squidward has melted! Quick, call the police. What am I going to do?! Oh, Neptune, it's all my fault! What have I done?! What have I done?! It's all your fault! Curse you, Mister Magic's Magical Magic Kit! Curse you! Hey, that's it! That's the answer to our problems!

Patrick: Warning: From ages 9 to 99.

No, Patrick, the one mystic being that can help us: Mister Magic! Just follow the brown-tiled road to the most mysterious mystic of them all! No one's ever seen him in person.

Deep Male Voice: Enter! Who dares to see Mister Magic?! Speak up!

It is I, SpongeBob of the SquarePants, Magician Level 1. And I have turned my friend into ice cream.

Mister Magic: Good job.

Well, thank you, but well, I can't change him back.

Mister Magic: Hmmm, um, well, have you ever thought of a different hobby?

I need your help to change him back.

Mister Magic: My help? Uh, no thank you.

But if you don't, my friend will be a cone forever.

Mister Magic: Sorry, I... umm... I'm out to lunch, that's it.

I'll wait.

Mister Magic: I'm on a two-year lunch.

Oh, please.

Mister Magic: Silence!

But, sir, no one else has your power of sorcery.

Mister Magic: Thank...you. Patrick: Hey, SpongeBob, there's a guy over here talking into a tubey thing. Horace: Uhh, ignore your friend. The fish you see is only an illusion. Mister Magic: Uhh, ignore your friend. The fish you see is only an illusion. Patrick: Why's he saying the same thing Mister Magic's saying?

I don't know, Patrick. Who are you, good sir?

Horace: Well, I... uh... I'm Horace B. Magic.

Are you Mister Magic?

Horace: Technically, yes. But the only magic around here is the magic of business.

Does that mean you can't change my friend back?

Horace: I'm, I'm afraid not. So sorry about that, laddie. Your refund check is in the mail.

I don't need a refund, I want my friend back! This isn't about money. You're nothing but a fake--just a lying, corporate businessman, tainting the purity of magic with your corrupt commercial ways! You have ruined my faith in the magical arts.

Horace: Security.

What are we going to do about Squidward?

Patrick: We could always eat him. I'm kind of hungry.

Mister Magic was a fake and all his magic stuff is fake! All those magic words, they were fake. Yacky, shmacky, bappy, dappy, doppy, blabby, flabby, murkery, fool, magic of bloob-jiggacacies!...

Squidward: Ew. What are you doing, SpongeBob?

Squidward! You're back. The magic words worked. I really am magical after all. Can I turn you into something else, now?

Squidward: Hey, stop! Get me out of here! Patrick: Hey, SpongeBob? I'm still hungry. Can you turn me into a jar of mayonnaise so I can eat myself?

Sure, buddy. Patrick-a mayonnaise-ica.

Narrator: Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, welcome to the most fascinating place on Earth, Bubbletown! A bouncing, vibrant city, where everyone... and everything is comprised entirely of globules of air!

Ooh! A whole city made of bubbles! I'm so excited!

Narrator: Let's take a closer look at this effervescent city! Some bubbletowners drive to work in their bubble cars. While others simply float. Having a bubble car is great because parking is a cinch! Bubbletown also provides excellent public transportation. Seats are always available because these high-tech buses can account for any number of passengers. Here are some workers going to work in their bubble building. Narrator: You may wanna use the door. This office uses stand-up desks, and the ceiling for a more efficient work environment.

Whoa, whoa-whoa. Wow!

Narrator: Yes, there's all kinds of things to see and do in Bubbletown! You can enjoy Bubbletown's very own band!

Oh, yeah!

Narrator: And if you're hungry, why not try a bubble dog from one of our many bubble food vendors?

One, please?

Bubble hot dog vendor: Here you are.

Mmm! Oh, yeah! I am rabid for these dogs! Huh? Hey, it's my old pal, Bubble Buddy! Hiya, Bubble Buddy!

Bubble Buddy: SpongeBob?

Gee, it's good to see ya!

Bubble Buddy: Whoa!

Uh, oops. Sorry.

Bubble Buddy: Oh, don't worry about it.

So, how you been? How are things?

Bubble Buddy: Oh. Not so good, SpongeBob. On my way into town, I got a flat tire on my motor scooter.

Let me see if I can fix that for you. Ta-da!

Bubble Buddy: All right! Bubble Man #1: Say, that was some pretty handy bubble work you did there, son. Bubble Buddy: Why, SpongeBob is the best bubble blower I know. He can inflate and create anything! Bubble Man #1: You don't say? Hey, can you help me? I've got a small leak in my roof. Bubble Wife: Honey!

I can help you? By blowing bubbles? Oh...

Bubble Buddy: And...clear!

Count me in!

Bubble Man #1: Fantastic! Bubble Man #2: Say, when you're done helping him, my house could use a new rec room! Bubble Lady #1: I need some pajamas.

Okay, mm, uh-huh.

Bubble Man #3: I want another sandwich! Bubble Man #4: Monster truck tires!

Never fear, people of Bubbletown! I'm on it!

Bubble Man #1: Wow! Thanks, SpongeBob! Bubble Man #4: All right!

Oh, Bubble Buddy, this has been the best day of my life! I love it here in Bubbletown!

Bubble Buddy: Watch out for those— Bubble Lady #2: Excuse me, sir, but you seem to have stepped in my dogs.

Oh, uh-uh, pardon me, ma'am. Let me just— Oh. Whoa! Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa! Whoa! My eyes!

Bubble Buddy: SpongeBob, come back! Bubble Groom: Amy, will you marry me? Amy: Yes! I will! Bubble Groom: Aw. Bubble mayor: I now dedicate this new school for overly cute children. Little bubble boy: I wuv to learn! Bubble mayor: Hey! That was my job!

I'm so sorry! I can't stop! Watch out!

Bubble Buddy: SpongeBob! Bubble Buddy: SpongeBob! Oh thank goodness, you're okay.

No! Stay away! I'm a monster! A monster! Just look at the destruction I hath wrought!

Bubble Fred: My bubble legs! Bubble Man #4: My monster truck tires! Bubble Buddy: Okay, that doesn't look great. But I'm sure we can get it all sorted out. Bubble police officer: I'm afraid the only sorting out your friend's going to be doing is in jail. For popping a large portion of the city.

Okay, take me away! I'm guilty! I deserve whatever punishment you give me.

Bubble police officer: All right, you get one phone call.

Okay. The machine, hold on. Gotta leave a message. One second. Hey, Mr. Krabs. It's me, SpongeBob. Um, I'm in jail. In Bubbletown. They gave me three life sentences, so um...so um... I might be late for my next shift! I'm so sorry!

French Narrator: Later… Mr. Krabs: Mr. Squidward! Squidward: Du, huh, what, who? Mr. Krabs: What's going on here? How long have these folks been waiting to give me their money? Old Man Jenkins: I'm okay! Mr. Krabs: Well…? Squidward: What's the point? There's no one in the kitchen to make any food. Mr. Krabs: What?! Where's SpongeBob? Didn't he call in?

Hey, Mr. Krabs. It's me, SpongeBob. Um, I'm in jail. In Bubbletown. They gave me—

Mr. Krabs: Oh, barnacles. Me fry cook's in the clink. You have the conn, Mr. Squidward. I'll be back as soon as I can! Customers: Wha—whoa.

Mr. Krabs!

Mr. Krabs: This is a prison break, boy-o. Let's get a move on! We've got a bunch of hungry customers back home, and I need your help fleecing—I mean, I mean feeding them!

Oh, I'm sorry, Mr. Krabs. I can't go. I haven't finished paying my debt to society yet.

Mr. Krabs: Can't go? When I say we're leaving, we're leaving! Bubble police officer: Hey! You're not supposed to be in here! Mr. Krabs: Eat claw, bubble cop! Bubble police officer: Uh-huh? Bubble Wife: Honey! Mr. Krabs: Good thing they were all just bubbles, eh? Okay, let's get out of here. Uh-oh.

You popped it all. There's nothing left!

Mr. Krabs: Forget it, SpongeBob. It's Bubbletown.

No! I can't forget it. Just leave me here, Mr. Krabs. My tears will be a fitting memorial to the bubble city that I loved.

Bubble Buddy: So sorry to interrupt, but I might have a solution that works for everyone!

Oh, yeah!

Bubble Buddy: Yeah!

Let's blow this popsicle stand.

Bubble Buddy: I can't believe how quickly you inflated the whole city again, SpongeBob!

Yep! The whole city. Plus this new Krusty Krab.

Mr. Krabs: Yeah! Franchisin's a great idea, boy-o! I am making money claw over fist here. Hey, what's the exchange rate for bubbles to real money? Bubble Buddy: There is none! Bubble customers: Exchange rate? Mr. Krabs: That's it. We're done here.

Huh.

Little bubble boy: I wuv to learn! Narrator: Ah, beautiful springtime. A time for fun and frolic for most... but not for this poor slob. Squidward: Oh, what a beautiful day. And here I am trapped in a prison of high cholesterol. No one ever comes in on Sunday. Why can't Mr. Krabs just let us go home? SpongeBob, stop ringing this bell!

I was just testing it.

Squidward: I will ring the bell when there's an order. But... There's no customers! There hasn't been one all day and there isn't gonna be any!

One Krabby Patty coming up!

Squidward: No! Mr. Krabs: That sounds like me money dropping. What's going on out here?! My babies! Get away, you barbarian! What have you done? Nice, clean money... soiled! I'll take care of ya. Let papa clean ya up. Clear the way! No, no, no, don't cry, little ones.

What's wrong, Mr. Krabs?

Mr. Krabs: Me dime! No! I got it, boy! What the? It's stuck! You gotta help me, SpongeBob!

You've gotta let go of the dime.

Mr. Krabs: I can think of ten good reasons to never let go of a dime, boy. There's got to be another way! Grab me captain's quarters and heave! Me arms!

Oh no, not again!

Mr. Krabs: Wait. Squidward... I'm putting you in charge of things around here while I'm gone. Squidward: You can count on me, sir! Take care, Hurry back. Get well soon. You're in our thoughts. Takes more muscles to frown than to smile. Okay, SpongeBob, let's get down to business. My first official act as new manager is to give you a promotion.

Ahh! Really?

Squidward: You get to run the cash register.

The cash register... Wow! Squidward, who's gonna work the grill?

Squidward: You are-- It's part of the promotion I mentioned earlier. You'll be wearing two hats now. You're gonna take the orders and then you're gonna make them!

Ah... This is the best day of my life.

Squidward: Me, too.

But wait, if I'm running the register and the grill, what are you gonna do?

Squidward: I've got some very important boss-like errands to run. See ya later.

Squidward!

Squidward: What is it?

You forgot to teach me how to use... The cash register.

Squidward: You push the button and put the money inside. Okay, you're on your own.

I can't believe this is really happening. Today, I start living!

Squidward: Well, Squidward, you've really outdone yourself this time. A beautiful day of relaxing and pampering... With pay. Hmm... I guess I do kinda feel bad for poor little SpongeBob, all by his lonesome... Oh, oh, it'll pass. He's probably just standing at the register with that stupid grin on his face. Thought Patrick: Hey, SpongeBob! Thought SpongeBob: Hey, Patrick! Thought Patrick: Hey, SpongeBob, could you give me change for a quarter? Thought SpongeBob: No problem! Here ya go! Thought Patrick: Thanks. Squidward: I forgot to tell him how to make change! Oh! Sponge... ...Bob.

Hi, Squidward. All done with those errands?

Squidward: No, I am not. I just remembered I needed change for this dollar.

Do you want four quarters? Or ten dimes? Or twenty nickels? Or one hundred pennies? Or one quarter, three dimes, seven nickels, and ten pennies? Or, if you give me a five dollar bill, your options are...

Squidward: Alright, goodbye. This is great. My day off, no worries, just relaxation. I'm the boss, I deserve this. Ah... Squidward: Everything will be fine. There won't be any customers today anyway. He'll probably just stand there, bored. SpongeBob, bored. Thought SpongeBob: Ehh... Gettin' kinda bored. Squidward: Oh, what am I doing? I am wasting valuable relaxing time, that's what I'm doing! I mean, really. What are the odds? SpongeBob setting the Krusty Krab on fire.

May I help you, sir?

Squidward: It's me, you dunce!

Oh, hi, Squidward! How are those errands going?

Squidward: What's that supposed to mean? I'm very busy.

Well, I'm sure you are.

Squidward: I don't like your tone.

I'm sure you are. How's that?

Squidward: Just do your jobs!

Aye-aye, Mr. Tentacles. Boy, no wonder Mr. Krabs put him in charge.

Squidward: Must... re... ...lax! Look at yourself. You're losing your bluish glow! Stop worrying so much. Now, repeat after me: you will not go back to the Krusty Krab. Mirror SpongeBob: I will destroy the Krusty Krab! Squidward: SpongeBob!

Have you finished...?

Squidward: No! That's it. That's it. No matter what sick fantasies run through my mind, I will not go back to that restaurant!

Have you finished those errands? Have you finished those errands? Have you finished those errands? Have you finished those errands? Have you finished those errands? Have you finished those errands? Have you finished those errands?

Squidward: No, I am not finished with those errands and I never will be, so quit checking up on me! I know what you're up to. Forcing me to come back here every time you mess up!

But I haven't...

Squidward: Okay, maybe you haven't messed up yet, but you will. You will... And when you do, I'll be there. I'll be there!

Gosh, Squidward sure is a hard worker. He makes me proud to wear these hats.

Squidward: There! Now I'll have to stay here and enjoy myself! I'm not even gonna think about you-know-who at the you-know-what doing I-don't-care. Just gonna... Relax. Let Squid's day off... begin. What was that? It's SpongeBob. He's spying on me to see if I'm really doing errands. But, but he left his post. And I've finally caught him messing up. Aha! I caught you, Sponge... ... Branch. Heh, here's that rubber duck Mr. Krabs wanted me to get. I've got you now! Wait'll Mr. Krabs finds out you're a... ... Toilet. You're losin' it, Squidward. Calm down. If I let this get to me again, I'll just end up running down to the Krusty Krab, bursting through the front door, up to that yellow headache SpongeBob, and he'll say...

Hi, Squidward. Are you finished with those errands yet?

Squidward: Aha! I know you're in here. What? He's heading back to the Krusty Krab! I'll beat him there! I've got you now, SpongeBob! Sadie: Hey, put some clothes on! Squidward: The truth will be revealed! Patrick: Whoa-ho, right on, Squidward! Purple Doctorfish: Okay, Mr. Krabs. Get plenty of rest and if things don't seem right, come back. Mr. Krabs: Thanks, Doc. Squidward: SpongeBob, you can't beat me! AHA! I caught you now! You didn't think I knew you were a stick outside my window! Ha! Or the toilet in my bathroom! And then you were in my bathtub, and I... and-and you... and I... and then you... swam... down the drain... and... beat me... to the Krusty... Krab.

Uh, does that mean you're...?

Squidward: Yes, SpongeBob. I am finished with those errands. I guess I want to take my place back at the cash register. I really do.

Then you might wanna put these on. Hmm... Hey, Squidward, you know what? Look! We forgot to switch the Closed sign to Open. . It's almost like we could've taken the whole day off!

Squidward: Welcome to the Krusty Krab. My name is Squidward. May I take your order? Clay: Hmmm... uhh... oh, I'll have a... ...no. Maybe... ...no. Hmmm... I'll have... ...no. Or maybe... Squidward: Are you planning on ordering today, sir? Clay: I'll have a Krabby Patty. Squidward: How original. Clay: And with extra onions. Squidward: Daring today, aren't we? One Krabby Patty, extra onions.

One cryin' Johnny comin' up! First bun, then patty, followed by ketchup, mustard, pickles, extra onions, lettuce, cheese, tomatoes, and bun, in that order. One cryin' Johnny! Up!

Squidward: Whatever. Twelve Krabby Patties on wheat buns!

Bun, patty, ketchup, tomato, bun, bun, patty, ketchup, tomato, bun, bun, patty, ketchup, tomato, bun, bun, patty, ketchup, tomato, bun, bun, patty, ketchup, tomato, bun. One dozen cryin' cows on the farm! Up!

Squidward: Thanks, Farmer Brown. It's been a thrill serving you. John: Can I get some extra salt? Squidward: We're all out. John: Could you check? Squidward: No. Let me guess, tiny, a small salad? Bubble Bass: I'll take a Double Triple Bossy Deluxe on a raft, four by four, animal-style, extra shingles with a shimmy and a squeeze, light axle grease, make it cry, burn it, and let it swim. Squidward: We serve food here, sir.

I got it already, Squidward. Bubble Bass!

Bubble Bass: SquarePants! I hear talk you make a mean Krabby Patty.

Yep. I hear talk you're kinda picky.

Bubble Bass: Yep.

Well then... here ya go! Well, Bubble Bass, whaddaya think?

Bubble Bass: This is pretty good. Only one thing. You forgot the pickles! Crowd:

No!