rqchao/spongebob · Datasets at Hugging Face

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Patrick: Sleeping.	That's really fascinating, are you having a good sleep? Any dreams you'd like to discuss? I remember on the...
Patrick: SpongeBob, you and I both know that you're just choosing me as a distraction so you don't have to write your essay.	That is-that is not true! I called to have an engaging conversation with you!
Patrick: Well, I'm listening.	Uh... Marco!
Patrick: Polo!	Yeah, well I gotta get going Patrick, got an important essay to write? Sheesh, what a chatterbox. Can't he see that I'm busy? I can't write with all these eraser shavings all over my paper! Now they're floating around my thinking space. So long, pesky particles! I swallowed one! I'm choking! Water, water! That was a close one.
Gary: Meow.	What do you mean 'overly dramatic', Gary? All that choking sure made me hungry.
Gary: Meow.	I can't write on an empty stomach, Gary. I gotta have my brain food! Now let's see... White or rye bread... or pumpernickel. Gee, I guess it really depends on the meat inside... and the cheese A visitor? For me!? Hello!
Norton: Package for Mr. SquarePants.	Great thanks! So, uh, do you like delivering mail?
Norton: It puts bread on the table.	Rye or pumpernickel?
Norton: Oh, brother..	So, do you deliver your own mail or do you have your own mail person? But then who delivers his mail? Is there a never-ending chain of mailmen delivering mail to other mailmen? Well I guess a P.O. box could in theory break the chain...
Norton: Don't you have a paper to write?	How did he know I'm supposed to be writing an essay?
Johnny Elaine: In other news, local resident SpongeBob SquarePants only has a few hours left to complete his essay, and yet he continues to goof off. When will he learn?	Hi-yah!
Chair: Hey, SpongeBob? Over here! Come on, take a seat, put your feet up and relax.	Oh no! Midnight! Must... get... back to desk! Whew, that was a close call. Ah! My pants!
Pants: Yoo hoo! Down here!	You get up here! I've got to get back to work!
Pants: Freedom!	Stop Pants, you get back here this instant! Paaants...
Fire Wick: Only 799 words to go!	No! What have I done?! Help! Help! My house is on fire!
House: SpongeBob, why? Why did you set me on fire, SpongeBob? Why didn't you just write your essay? Stop wasting time!	Where's my essay! Oh, there you are! I must have dozed off. Lets see where are we? Do I dare look at the clock... It's almost 9 o' clock! Class starts in 5 minutes! How am I going to write this whole paper in 5 minutes? How am I supposed to know what to do at a stoplight? Feeding your snail is something not to do at a stoplight! And making a sandwich, and lighting candles, and drinking water, and calling your friends, and karate chopping the TV, and shootin' the breeze with the mailman, and fallin' asleep... Mrs. Puff! Mrs. Puff! I'm finished! All 800 words! I'm finished! Here it is! Huh? Mrs. Puff? Where is everybody?
Mrs. Puff: Oh, there you are SpongeBob.	Here you go, Mrs. Puff! 800 words! All about stoplights and what not to do at 'em.
Mrs. Puff: I'm sorry, SpongeBob. I tried to call you... I have to go to a teacher's convention!	But what about my essay?
Mrs. Puff: I decided to cancel the assignment. We're just going to take a field trip to a stoplight instead. See you next week! Narrator: Mrs. Puff's Boating School. Where diligent students learn the rules of the road. Mrs. Puff: Everyone, put down your books, because it's time to pick out the hall monitor of the day! Let's see here. This weeks hall monitor will be Bart, Jimmy, no, no, Tina, Ralph, mm... ...SpongeBob...! It's Jimmy! Jimmy's the hall monitor. Jimmy: Mrs. Puff, I've done it already! Mrs. Puff: Ohh... Phil? Phil: No way, Mrs. Puff. Mrs. Puff: Uhh, Tina, you're the hall monitor. Tina: Hey, I've done it three times already! Mrs. Puff: B...uh...B-Beth! Student: She graduated! Mrs. Puff: Henry?! Vera?! Clayton?! Alright, I guess I have no choice. The hall monitor of the day is SpongeBob.	Yahoo! Hall monitor SpongeBob reporting for duty, ma'am! I am ready to assume my position... in the hall! I will protect all that are weak... in the hall! All rules will be enforced... in the hall!
Mrs. Puff: Okay! Just take the hat and belt.	I can't accept that yet, ma'am. First, I have to make my speech.
Mrs. Puff: You can't make this easy, can you?	Classmates! Who am I to deserve such a great honor? Why, I would be nothing without Mrs. Puff.
Mrs. Puff: Give me a break.	And to my public, all I can say is I'm touched. And furthermore, I will carry out my duties... ...crime and punishment, punishment and crime in the hall! Which reminds me of an extremely long speech written by the greatest hall monitor of all time. Friends, students, juvenile delinquents, lend me your ears. In conclusion, and without a moment to spare, I will put on this uniform and assume my duties as... ...hall monitor! Wish me luck, Mrs. Puff! Oh, and I will be re...
Mrs. Puff: SpongeBob, are you okay?	I overdid the speech again, didn't I?
Mrs. Puff: I'm afraid so.	Aww, tartar sauce. I guess I won't be needing this. I hardly knew ya.
Mrs. Puff: Uhh... SpongeBob?	Yes, Mrs. Puff?
Mrs. Puff: I can at least let you wear it until tomorrow.	A-hoo! Thanks, Mrs. Puff!
Mrs. Puff: What are the consequences of what I've just done?	Broken traffic light! Who's to say my monitor duties should end just because the bell rang? I can be helpful anywhere! This looks like a job for the hall monitor! What would this town do without you, SpongeBob?
Fred: My leg! My leg!	On patrol. I'm on patrol. Uh-oh, an open window.
Vera: More seaweed medley, dear?	The fools. They've left themselves susceptible to danger. I must show them the error of their ways through example. I'm the open window maniac! I hope you learned a valuable lesson! On patrol. I'm on patrol. I'm on patrol... Vandals! Another crime. hmm...strawberry! I must act! Patrick... Patrick... Patrick...
Patrick: My ice cream! It's alive!	Patrick! Down here!
Patrick: Oh, SpongeBob, it's you.	Patrick. Come down here.
Patrick: SpongeBob? SpongeBob?	I'm down here.
Patrick: Hehe, you look funny! Hi, SpongeBob.	That's hall monitor to you!
Patrick: Sorry, officer.	Sorry's not good enough, Patrick. You've committed a crime, and I'm taking you in.
Patrick: What crime? I'm a bad person! Newspaper Boy: Extra! Extra! Maniac strikes Bikini Bottom! City paralyzed with fear! Take it, friends. Arm yourselves with knowledge. Extra! Extra! Maniac strikes Bikini Bottom!	Maniac. Bikini Bottom? Car wrecks? Break-in?. Who better to bring this maniac to justice than me, the hall monitor! But I can't handle this case alone. Patrick, are you ready to give up your life of crime?
Patrick: I wanna be good!	Hmmm... now you just need a symbol of authority. Perfect! It is our duty to catch this maniac and bring him to justice! But how to proceed? Listen, deputy, you're an ex-criminal. What would you do?
Patrick: Hmmm... I'd get an ice cream!	Okay, now what?
Patrick: Hmmm...	This isn't working. We've got to do something else. Something with walkie-talkies! And now, duty calls! Alright, deputy, I'll go that way, you go some different way! Run ‘em out!
Officer Rob: Afternoon, son. Patrick: Hello, brothers. Officer Rob: Son, we're looking for the maniac. Officer John: Have you seen this man?! Patrick: It's the maniac! Take him away, take him away! Officer Rob: Calm down, son. It's just a drawing, not the real thing. Now we're gonna show you this picture again, and you tell us if you've seen this guy. Understand? Patrick: Yeah, uh-huh. Officer Rob: Okay. Patrick: Horrible! Officer Rob: Stay indoors, son. Officer John: And, uhh, take that cone off your head. Patrick: SpongeBob? Come in, SpongeBob. Answer!	SpongeBob here, Patrick. Report.
Patrick: I don't wanna be a policeman anymore. I'm scared!	Get a hold of yourself, deputy.
Patrick: I wanna go home!	Poor rookie. Alright, I'm on my way back.
Patrick: Hurry, SpongeBob, I think it's getting... ...dark.	Just put on your siren and I'll be right there.
Patrick: Wee-woo. Wee-woo. Wee-woo. Wee-woo. Wee-woo! Wee-woo! Wee-woo! SpongeBob! I see him!	Where is he, Patrick?
Patrick: At the intersection of Conch and Coral.	That's where I am! He's right on top of me, but I can't see him! What's he doing?
Patrick: Uhh, he's just standing there... menacingly! Get out of there, SpongeBob! That's his maniac shriek! He's going to attack! He's acting all crazy! Run! Hind behind that building! No, he's behind that building! Oh, quick, hide behind that street sign! No wait! The maniac just went behind that sign! Quick! Get under the street light! No wait, agh, he's there, too! Run for your life!	Say again, deputy?
Patrick: The maniac's in the mailbox!	Huh, this guy's not half-bad-looking for a maniac. Wait a minute, Patrick, I'm the maniac!
Officer Durado: We'll take that as a confession. Mrs. Puff: SpongeBob SquarePants, there you are! I turn my back on you for one minute and you destroy half the city! You should be ashamed of yourself! Officer #1: You know this guy? Mrs. Puff: Of course I do. I'm the one who gave him the uniform in the first place. He's my responsibility. Uh-oh... And in conclusion, students: red means stop, green means go. And SpongeBob...	Yes, Mrs. Puff?
Mrs. Puff: I'd like to see you after class. Six months from now!	Good morning, Bikini Bottom! Ahhh, what a beautiful day! I wonder if Patrick's at home.
Patrick: Hiya, SpongeBob! Whatcha doin'?	Goin' over to Sandy's place. Hey, what's this? This doesn't look like Sandy's place.
Sandy: Don't lose your barnacles, boys. Hi-yah! There it is!	What is it?
Sandy: Can't you see? It's Texas.	Texas? What's a Texas?
Sandy: Ohh, it's nothing but a memory now.	All right then. Let's make one of your treedome.
Sandy: You know, all of a sudden, I don't feel like sand castles, SpongeBob. I'll see y'all later.	Sandy? Hi-yah!
Sandy: Aww, SpongeBob, I'm not feeling up to karate now.	Oh-ho. I get it. Not feeling up to karate, huh? Whatever you say, Sandy. Boy, I hope Sandy doesn't attack me from me from behind. Hi-yah! Uhh, Sandy? Surf's up, Sandy!
Sandy: No, thanks.	Boy, there's nothing like going jellyfishing! Look, Sandy, we caught one!
Sandy: Listen, SpongeBob. Right now, I don't want to build sand castles, play karate, or eat jellyfish.	We don't eat 'em! We let 'em go!
Patrick: Fly away, little critter!	Go on, go back to where you belong. Run along, back to your family and friends. I know they miss you as much as you miss them. Hurry, before they forget you and leave you behind. Remember: there's no place like home! Sandy, what the heck are you crying about?
Sandy: I ain't crying! My helmet just sprung a leak!	Sandy...
Sandy: Oh, I guess I'm just feeling a little homesick.	Homesick, huh? Almost there.
Sandy: Heck gum it, SpongeBob, what is it?	Da-ta-dah.
SpongeBob and Patrick: Welcome home, Sandy!	Sandy?
Sandy: Go away.	I don't get it, Patrick! What's wrong with Sandy?
Patrick: Maybe it's just a squirrel thing. Sandy: ♪Wish I was back in Texas. The ocean's no place for a squirrel.♪ ♪Wish I was in Texas, prettiest place in the world oh no. I guess that deep in my heart, I'll always be a Texas girl. I wanna go hooooooooooooooome, home.♪	Patrick, do you hear that?
Patrick: Arrrgh! Get them off me! Get them off me!	Wait, Patrick, listen. It's Sandy.
Sandy: ♪I wanna wake up in Texas.♪ ♪I miss those wide open skies. I miss my twenty acres, barbecues and pecan pies, oh, why? When I'm so far from you Texas, all I can do is cry.♪ Fish #1, #2, #3: Please Make It Stop! Sandy: ♪I wanna go hoooommme.♪ ♪I wanna go home.♪ Patrick: Do you think she knows the Muffin Man song?	Patrick, she sang that song from her heart. She really misses Texas.
Patrick: Well, let's go get some Texas and bring it down here!	Patrick, you can't...that's it! Patrick, your genius is showing!
Patrick: Where?	Everything looks perfect. We're going to get Sandy now.
Mr. Krabs: Well, hurry up, lads! We can't squat like this forever! SpongeBob and Patrick: Krusty Krab! Krusty Krab! Sandy's surprise is at the Krusty Krab! Patrick: Wait until she sees the...	Shh! Don't spoil the surprise!
SpongeBob and Patrick: Hey, Sandy!	You want to come with us to the Krusty Krab?
Sandy: Hey, SpongeBob. Hey, Patrick.	What are you doing with those bags?
Sandy: I'm going back home to Texas.	What?! Now?! You can't! I mean we...
Sandy: It's time for this tumbleweed to tumble on home.	Wait, Sandy! You can't! Uhh, we we're gonna...the...the...Krusty Krab...that is not the right direction! Wait, if you don't...if I can't...augh! Sandy! Wait a second! You don't wanna leave without having one last Krabby Patty down at the Krusty Krab?
Sandy: I'm tired of fish food, SpongeBob.	But, Sandy, don't you want to say goodbye to all your friends down at the Krusty Krab?
Sandy: I just can't do that, SpongeBob. It'd be too sad.	No, no! Wait! Sandy! I can't believe she's gone.
Patrick: Yeah. What's so great about dumb ol' Texas? Sandy: What did you say? Patrick: Texas is dumb? Sandy: Don't you dare take the name of Texas in vain!	You mean we can't say anything bad about dumb ol' Texas?
Sandy: No, you can't! Patrick: Then can we say people from Texas are dumb? Sandy: No! You can't say nothing about Texas!	Oh, so you mean we can't say anything bad about... Texas!
Sandy: I'm warnin' you, SpongeBob!	Look, Patrick, I'm Texas! Duh, howdy, y'all! Howdy y'all!
Patrick: I'm Texas, too! Git a dog, little longie! Git a dog!	Howdy y'all!
Patrick: Git a dog, little longie! Git a dog! Sandy: Y'all best cut it out!	The stars at night are dull and dim, whenever they have to be over dumb ol' stupid Texas! Hey, Patrick, what am I now?
Patrick: Uhh, stupid?	No, I'm Texas!
Patrick: What's the difference?! Sandy: Y'all best apologize, or I'm gonna be on you like ugly on an ape!	You'll have to catch us first! We did it! We got her!
Patrick: Krusty Krab, here we come! Can we say that plants from Texas are dumb? Can we say that shoes from Texas are dumb?	Okay, Patrick, that's enough.
Patrick: Why? You think that old slowpoke Texas is gonna...	Run faster, Patrick!
Patrick: SpongeBob! Sandy: Hi-yah! Y'all gonna take back what ya said!	No! Almost there!
Sandy: SpongeBob, you've been messing with the bull! Now here come the horns!	Sandy, no!
Everyone: Howdy, y'all! Sandy: Wha-what's this?	It's a party!
Patrick: For you! Sandy: For me?!	It's your own little slice of Texas! Check it out, Sandy! We got square dancing... ...giant Barbecues...
Squidward: Ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow.	...homemade peas-in-a-can pie... ...and we got our very own 10 gallon hats! So, what do ya think? Are you gonna stay? Don't cry anymore, Sandy, I'll go get your bags.
Sandy: I'm not crying, I'm laughing! I appreciate what y'all are trying to do, SpongeBob, but home isn't about barbecues and pecan pies, home is where you're surrounded by critters that care about ya. Sandy: Huh? Duh. What am I doing? I was home all along, and it took me until now to realize it.	Does that mean you'll stay?
Sandy: I'm staying!	That makes me feel all wiggly.
Patrick: Yeah, who needs dumb ol' Texas? Sandy: What did you just say?! Patrick: Should I start running now?	You dance divinely.
Patrick: Shall we?	Oh, I love this song!
Squidward: Why are you nitwits in my house? SpongeBob and Patrick: We're bored! Patrick: And we don't want to be bored!	We wanna have fun. Come on, Squidward. Give us something fun to do. Please?
Patrick: Oh, let's play lunch!	No problem. I'll whip up some grub.
Squidward: Leave my kitchen alone!	Hm, there must be something I can scavenge up around here.
Squidward: Oh! That's it. How would you two like to go on a... scavenger hunt? SpongeBob and Patrick: Scavenger hunt? Patrick: What's a scavenger hunt?	A party game in which participants work in teams to collect a list of miscellaneous objects! Scavenger hunt, yeah! What's first on the list, Squidward?
Squidward: Um, oh, uh, well, let's see. Bring back the rare Desert Sandwich.	Sandwich? Sandwich? Sandwich?
Squidward: Not in here! The sandwich is only found deep in the Bikini Badlands, out there! Patrick: Oh. Squidward: Phew. I am a genius.	Goodlands, half a league. Badlands, 20,000 leagues?
Patrick: So...thirsty. Oh.	It's no use. We'll never find the rare Desert Sandwich. Squidward! We did it! We brought back the first item!
Squidward: Sand? Squidward: Witch? Oh, good grief! Not that kind of sand witch! The Desert Sandwich has tomatoes and bread and—and—mayo. Sand Witch: No worries, I used to work at an evil deli. Ta-da! Squidward: Oh, looks pretty good. Get it off! Get it off!	What's next on our scavenger hunt, Squidward?

Patrick: Sleeping.

That's really fascinating, are you having a good sleep? Any dreams you'd like to discuss? I remember on the...

Patrick: SpongeBob, you and I both know that you're just choosing me as a distraction so you don't have to write your essay.

That is-that is not true! I called to have an engaging conversation with you!

Patrick: Well, I'm listening.

Uh... Marco!

Patrick: Polo!

Yeah, well I gotta get going Patrick, got an important essay to write? Sheesh, what a chatterbox. Can't he see that I'm busy? I can't write with all these eraser shavings all over my paper! Now they're floating around my thinking space. So long, pesky particles! I swallowed one! I'm choking! Water, water! That was a close one.

Gary: Meow.

What do you mean 'overly dramatic', Gary? All that choking sure made me hungry.

Gary: Meow.

I can't write on an empty stomach, Gary. I gotta have my brain food! Now let's see... White or rye bread... or pumpernickel. Gee, I guess it really depends on the meat inside... and the cheese A visitor? For me!? Hello!

Norton: Package for Mr. SquarePants.

Great thanks! So, uh, do you like delivering mail?

Norton: It puts bread on the table.

Rye or pumpernickel?

Norton: Oh, brother..

So, do you deliver your own mail or do you have your own mail person? But then who delivers his mail? Is there a never-ending chain of mailmen delivering mail to other mailmen? Well I guess a P.O. box could in theory break the chain...

Norton: Don't you have a paper to write?

How did he know I'm supposed to be writing an essay?

Johnny Elaine: In other news, local resident SpongeBob SquarePants only has a few hours left to complete his essay, and yet he continues to goof off. When will he learn?

Hi-yah!

Chair: Hey, SpongeBob? Over here! Come on, take a seat, put your feet up and relax.

Oh no! Midnight! Must... get... back to desk! Whew, that was a close call. Ah! My pants!

Pants: Yoo hoo! Down here!

You get up here! I've got to get back to work!

Pants: Freedom!

Stop Pants, you get back here this instant! Paaants...

Fire Wick: Only 799 words to go!

No! What have I done?! Help! Help! My house is on fire!

House: SpongeBob, why? Why did you set me on fire, SpongeBob? Why didn't you just write your essay? Stop wasting time!

Where's my essay! Oh, there you are! I must have dozed off. Lets see where are we? Do I dare look at the clock... It's almost 9 o' clock! Class starts in 5 minutes! How am I going to write this whole paper in 5 minutes? How am I supposed to know what to do at a stoplight? Feeding your snail is something not to do at a stoplight! And making a sandwich, and lighting candles, and drinking water, and calling your friends, and karate chopping the TV, and shootin' the breeze with the mailman, and fallin' asleep... Mrs. Puff! Mrs. Puff! I'm finished! All 800 words! I'm finished! Here it is! Huh? Mrs. Puff? Where is everybody?

Mrs. Puff: Oh, there you are SpongeBob.

Here you go, Mrs. Puff! 800 words! All about stoplights and what not to do at 'em.

Mrs. Puff: I'm sorry, SpongeBob. I tried to call you... I have to go to a teacher's convention!

But what about my essay?

Mrs. Puff: I decided to cancel the assignment. We're just going to take a field trip to a stoplight instead. See you next week! Narrator: Mrs. Puff's Boating School. Where diligent students learn the rules of the road. Mrs. Puff: Everyone, put down your books, because it's time to pick out the hall monitor of the day! Let's see here. This weeks hall monitor will be Bart, Jimmy, no, no, Tina, Ralph, mm... ...SpongeBob...! It's Jimmy! Jimmy's the hall monitor. Jimmy: Mrs. Puff, I've done it already! Mrs. Puff: Ohh... Phil? Phil: No way, Mrs. Puff. Mrs. Puff: Uhh, Tina, you're the hall monitor. Tina: Hey, I've done it three times already! Mrs. Puff: B...uh...B-Beth! Student: She graduated! Mrs. Puff: Henry?! Vera?! Clayton?! Alright, I guess I have no choice. The hall monitor of the day is SpongeBob.

Yahoo! Hall monitor SpongeBob reporting for duty, ma'am! I am ready to assume my position... in the hall! I will protect all that are weak... in the hall! All rules will be enforced... in the hall!

Mrs. Puff: Okay! Just take the hat and belt.

I can't accept that yet, ma'am. First, I have to make my speech.

Mrs. Puff: You can't make this easy, can you?

Classmates! Who am I to deserve such a great honor? Why, I would be nothing without Mrs. Puff.

Mrs. Puff: Give me a break.

And to my public, all I can say is I'm touched. And furthermore, I will carry out my duties... ...crime and punishment, punishment and crime in the hall! Which reminds me of an extremely long speech written by the greatest hall monitor of all time. Friends, students, juvenile delinquents, lend me your ears. In conclusion, and without a moment to spare, I will put on this uniform and assume my duties as... ...hall monitor! Wish me luck, Mrs. Puff! Oh, and I will be re...

Mrs. Puff: SpongeBob, are you okay?

I overdid the speech again, didn't I?

Mrs. Puff: I'm afraid so.

Aww, tartar sauce. I guess I won't be needing this. I hardly knew ya.

Mrs. Puff: Uhh... SpongeBob?

Yes, Mrs. Puff?

Mrs. Puff: I can at least let you wear it until tomorrow.

A-hoo! Thanks, Mrs. Puff!

Mrs. Puff: What are the consequences of what I've just done?

Broken traffic light! Who's to say my monitor duties should end just because the bell rang? I can be helpful anywhere! This looks like a job for the hall monitor! What would this town do without you, SpongeBob?

Fred: My leg! My leg!

On patrol. I'm on patrol. Uh-oh, an open window.

Vera: More seaweed medley, dear?

The fools. They've left themselves susceptible to danger. I must show them the error of their ways through example. I'm the open window maniac! I hope you learned a valuable lesson! On patrol. I'm on patrol. I'm on patrol... Vandals! Another crime. hmm...strawberry! I must act! Patrick... Patrick... Patrick...

Patrick: My ice cream! It's alive!

Patrick! Down here!

Patrick: Oh, SpongeBob, it's you.

Patrick. Come down here.

Patrick: SpongeBob? SpongeBob?

I'm down here.

Patrick: Hehe, you look funny! Hi, SpongeBob.

That's hall monitor to you!

Patrick: Sorry, officer.

Sorry's not good enough, Patrick. You've committed a crime, and I'm taking you in.

Patrick: What crime? I'm a bad person! Newspaper Boy: Extra! Extra! Maniac strikes Bikini Bottom! City paralyzed with fear! Take it, friends. Arm yourselves with knowledge. Extra! Extra! Maniac strikes Bikini Bottom!

Maniac. Bikini Bottom? Car wrecks? Break-in?. Who better to bring this maniac to justice than me, the hall monitor! But I can't handle this case alone. Patrick, are you ready to give up your life of crime?

Patrick: I wanna be good!

Hmmm... now you just need a symbol of authority. Perfect! It is our duty to catch this maniac and bring him to justice! But how to proceed? Listen, deputy, you're an ex-criminal. What would you do?

Patrick: Hmmm... I'd get an ice cream!

Okay, now what?

Patrick: Hmmm...

This isn't working. We've got to do something else. Something with walkie-talkies! And now, duty calls! Alright, deputy, I'll go that way, you go some different way! Run ‘em out!

Officer Rob: Afternoon, son. Patrick: Hello, brothers. Officer Rob: Son, we're looking for the maniac. Officer John: Have you seen this man?! Patrick: It's the maniac! Take him away, take him away! Officer Rob: Calm down, son. It's just a drawing, not the real thing. Now we're gonna show you this picture again, and you tell us if you've seen this guy. Understand? Patrick: Yeah, uh-huh. Officer Rob: Okay. Patrick: Horrible! Officer Rob: Stay indoors, son. Officer John: And, uhh, take that cone off your head. Patrick: SpongeBob? Come in, SpongeBob. Answer!

SpongeBob here, Patrick. Report.

Patrick: I don't wanna be a policeman anymore. I'm scared!

Get a hold of yourself, deputy.

Patrick: I wanna go home!

Poor rookie. Alright, I'm on my way back.

Patrick: Hurry, SpongeBob, I think it's getting... ...dark.

Just put on your siren and I'll be right there.

Patrick: Wee-woo. Wee-woo. Wee-woo. Wee-woo. Wee-woo! Wee-woo! Wee-woo! SpongeBob! I see him!

Where is he, Patrick?

Patrick: At the intersection of Conch and Coral.

That's where I am! He's right on top of me, but I can't see him! What's he doing?

Patrick: Uhh, he's just standing there... menacingly! Get out of there, SpongeBob! That's his maniac shriek! He's going to attack! He's acting all crazy! Run! Hind behind that building! No, he's behind that building! Oh, quick, hide behind that street sign! No wait! The maniac just went behind that sign! Quick! Get under the street light! No wait, agh, he's there, too! Run for your life!

Say again, deputy?

Patrick: The maniac's in the mailbox!

Huh, this guy's not half-bad-looking for a maniac. Wait a minute, Patrick, I'm the maniac!

Officer Durado: We'll take that as a confession. Mrs. Puff: SpongeBob SquarePants, there you are! I turn my back on you for one minute and you destroy half the city! You should be ashamed of yourself! Officer #1: You know this guy? Mrs. Puff: Of course I do. I'm the one who gave him the uniform in the first place. He's my responsibility. Uh-oh... And in conclusion, students: red means stop, green means go. And SpongeBob...

Yes, Mrs. Puff?

Mrs. Puff: I'd like to see you after class. Six months from now!

Good morning, Bikini Bottom! Ahhh, what a beautiful day! I wonder if Patrick's at home.

Patrick: Hiya, SpongeBob! Whatcha doin'?

Goin' over to Sandy's place. Hey, what's this? This doesn't look like Sandy's place.

Sandy: Don't lose your barnacles, boys. Hi-yah! There it is!

What is it?

Sandy: Can't you see? It's Texas.

Texas? What's a Texas?

Sandy: Ohh, it's nothing but a memory now.

All right then. Let's make one of your treedome.

Sandy: You know, all of a sudden, I don't feel like sand castles, SpongeBob. I'll see y'all later.

Sandy? Hi-yah!

Sandy: Aww, SpongeBob, I'm not feeling up to karate now.

Oh-ho. I get it. Not feeling up to karate, huh? Whatever you say, Sandy. Boy, I hope Sandy doesn't attack me from me from behind. Hi-yah! Uhh, Sandy? Surf's up, Sandy!

Sandy: No, thanks.

Boy, there's nothing like going jellyfishing! Look, Sandy, we caught one!

Sandy: Listen, SpongeBob. Right now, I don't want to build sand castles, play karate, or eat jellyfish.

We don't eat 'em! We let 'em go!

Patrick: Fly away, little critter!

Go on, go back to where you belong. Run along, back to your family and friends. I know they miss you as much as you miss them. Hurry, before they forget you and leave you behind. Remember: there's no place like home! Sandy, what the heck are you crying about?

Sandy: I ain't crying! My helmet just sprung a leak!

Sandy...

Sandy: Oh, I guess I'm just feeling a little homesick.

Homesick, huh? Almost there.

Sandy: Heck gum it, SpongeBob, what is it?

Da-ta-dah.

SpongeBob and Patrick: Welcome home, Sandy!

Sandy?

Sandy: Go away.

I don't get it, Patrick! What's wrong with Sandy?

Patrick: Maybe it's just a squirrel thing. Sandy: ♪Wish I was back in Texas. The ocean's no place for a squirrel.♪ ♪Wish I was in Texas, prettiest place in the world oh no. I guess that deep in my heart, I'll always be a Texas girl. I wanna go hooooooooooooooome, home.♪

Patrick, do you hear that?

Patrick: Arrrgh! Get them off me! Get them off me!

Wait, Patrick, listen. It's Sandy.

Sandy: ♪I wanna wake up in Texas.♪ ♪I miss those wide open skies. I miss my twenty acres, barbecues and pecan pies, oh, why? When I'm so far from you Texas, all I can do is cry.♪ Fish #1, #2, #3: Please Make It Stop! Sandy: ♪I wanna go hoooommme.♪ ♪I wanna go home.♪ Patrick: Do you think she knows the Muffin Man song?

Patrick, she sang that song from her heart. She really misses Texas.

Patrick: Well, let's go get some Texas and bring it down here!

Patrick, you can't...that's it! Patrick, your genius is showing!

Patrick: Where?

Everything looks perfect. We're going to get Sandy now.

Mr. Krabs: Well, hurry up, lads! We can't squat like this forever! SpongeBob and Patrick: Krusty Krab! Krusty Krab! Sandy's surprise is at the Krusty Krab! Patrick: Wait until she sees the...

Shh! Don't spoil the surprise!

SpongeBob and Patrick: Hey, Sandy!

You want to come with us to the Krusty Krab?

Sandy: Hey, SpongeBob. Hey, Patrick.

What are you doing with those bags?

Sandy: I'm going back home to Texas.

What?! Now?! You can't! I mean we...

Sandy: It's time for this tumbleweed to tumble on home.

Wait, Sandy! You can't! Uhh, we we're gonna...the...the...Krusty Krab...that is not the right direction! Wait, if you don't...if I can't...augh! Sandy! Wait a second! You don't wanna leave without having one last Krabby Patty down at the Krusty Krab?

Sandy: I'm tired of fish food, SpongeBob.

But, Sandy, don't you want to say goodbye to all your friends down at the Krusty Krab?

Sandy: I just can't do that, SpongeBob. It'd be too sad.

No, no! Wait! Sandy! I can't believe she's gone.

Patrick: Yeah. What's so great about dumb ol' Texas? Sandy: What did you say? Patrick: Texas is dumb? Sandy: Don't you dare take the name of Texas in vain!

You mean we can't say anything bad about dumb ol' Texas?

Sandy: No, you can't! Patrick: Then can we say people from Texas are dumb? Sandy: No! You can't say nothing about Texas!

Oh, so you mean we can't say anything bad about... Texas!

Sandy: I'm warnin' you, SpongeBob!

Look, Patrick, I'm Texas! Duh, howdy, y'all! Howdy y'all!

Patrick: I'm Texas, too! Git a dog, little longie! Git a dog!

Howdy y'all!

Patrick: Git a dog, little longie! Git a dog! Sandy: Y'all best cut it out!

The stars at night are dull and dim, whenever they have to be over dumb ol' stupid Texas! Hey, Patrick, what am I now?

Patrick: Uhh, stupid?

No, I'm Texas!

Patrick: What's the difference?! Sandy: Y'all best apologize, or I'm gonna be on you like ugly on an ape!

You'll have to catch us first! We did it! We got her!

Patrick: Krusty Krab, here we come! Can we say that plants from Texas are dumb? Can we say that shoes from Texas are dumb?

Okay, Patrick, that's enough.

Patrick: Why? You think that old slowpoke Texas is gonna...

Run faster, Patrick!

Patrick: SpongeBob! Sandy: Hi-yah! Y'all gonna take back what ya said!

No! Almost there!

Sandy: SpongeBob, you've been messing with the bull! Now here come the horns!

Sandy, no!

Everyone: Howdy, y'all! Sandy: Wha-what's this?

It's a party!

Patrick: For you! Sandy: For me?!

It's your own little slice of Texas! Check it out, Sandy! We got square dancing... ...giant Barbecues...

Squidward: Ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow.

...homemade peas-in-a-can pie... ...and we got our very own 10 gallon hats! So, what do ya think? Are you gonna stay? Don't cry anymore, Sandy, I'll go get your bags.

Sandy: I'm not crying, I'm laughing! I appreciate what y'all are trying to do, SpongeBob, but home isn't about barbecues and pecan pies, home is where you're surrounded by critters that care about ya. Sandy: Huh? Duh. What am I doing? I was home all along, and it took me until now to realize it.

Does that mean you'll stay?

Sandy: I'm staying!

That makes me feel all wiggly.

Patrick: Yeah, who needs dumb ol' Texas? Sandy: What did you just say?! Patrick: Should I start running now?

You dance divinely.

Patrick: Shall we?

Oh, I love this song!

Squidward: Why are you nitwits in my house? SpongeBob and Patrick: We're bored! Patrick: And we don't want to be bored!

We wanna have fun. Come on, Squidward. Give us something fun to do. Please?

Patrick: Oh, let's play lunch!

No problem. I'll whip up some grub.

Squidward: Leave my kitchen alone!

Hm, there must be something I can scavenge up around here.

Squidward: Oh! That's it. How would you two like to go on a... scavenger hunt? SpongeBob and Patrick: Scavenger hunt? Patrick: What's a scavenger hunt?

A party game in which participants work in teams to collect a list of miscellaneous objects! Scavenger hunt, yeah! What's first on the list, Squidward?

Squidward: Um, oh, uh, well, let's see. Bring back the rare Desert Sandwich.

Sandwich? Sandwich? Sandwich?

Squidward: Not in here! The sandwich is only found deep in the Bikini Badlands, out there! Patrick: Oh. Squidward: Phew. I am a genius.

Goodlands, half a league. Badlands, 20,000 leagues?

Patrick: So...thirsty. Oh.

It's no use. We'll never find the rare Desert Sandwich. Squidward! We did it! We brought back the first item!

Squidward: Sand? Squidward: Witch? Oh, good grief! Not that kind of sand witch! The Desert Sandwich has tomatoes and bread and—and—mayo. Sand Witch: No worries, I used to work at an evil deli. Ta-da! Squidward: Oh, looks pretty good. Get it off! Get it off!

What's next on our scavenger hunt, Squidward?