rqchao/spongebob · Datasets at Hugging Face

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Squidward: This.	What?
Squidward: This thing here.	What thing where?
Squidward: The spatula tied to your nose!	This! Well, you see, this got stuck up there so I stacked stuff and I climbed up to reach it. I reached the grip and I got it but then I fell and I screamed! I was sure I was dead, but then I wasn't, but then I tripped and I got this splinter... Squidward? Squidward, were you listening at all? I got this really bad splinter, you see? And I couldn't hold the spatula with my hand so I used my nose. Makes sense now, huh?
Squidward: Oh, yeah, that makes perfect sense. You're a half-wit who injured himself at work being a nitwit.	Good one, Squiddy.
Squidward: Injury. Your brain is injured! Wait a minute. Did you say that you got that splinter injury at work?	Yeah.
Squidward: Oh, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk. That's not good.	I know, it hurts so bad.
Squidward: Yeah, when Mr. Krabs finds out, oh, man.	Finds out what?
Squidward: Finds out about this injury.	You mean my splinter?
Squidward: He'll be forced to send you home.	H-h-h-h-home? But I'm fine!
Squidward: Here, let me take this for you.	Why? Hey, wait, I'm fine!
Squidward: It was a good shift while it lasted.	While it lasted? What are you doing? W... What are you...?
Squidward: I know it's hard to say goodbye.	But, but, but, Squidward, I'm fine! I'm fine! I'm okay! Look at me, nothing's wrong! See? See? See? See?
Squidward: Oh, I believe you, SpongeBob, but, unfortunately, the rules clearly state that you must be sent home.	No, anything but that. Please, Squidward, you can't let this happen! You can't let them force me away!
Squidward: Sorry, the rules are the rules. Yeah, it'll be pretty quiet around here with Mr. Krabs sending you home early and all. I just hope we'll make it through the whole rest of this day without you here.	Please, Squidward! Don't tell Mr. Krabs!
Squidward: What? Me? Tell Mr. Krabs? Oh, no. No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no. No.	Wew.
Squidward: I don't have to tell Mr. Krabs. Because he already knows.	He does?
Squidward: Oh, yeah. Mr. Krabs has preturnatural instincts when it comes to situations like this. It's almost as if when something's amiss in his restaurant... ...he can smell it. Mr. Krabs: These quarters smell sad. You're not planning on getting a refill with them, are ya?! Frankie: No, I wasn't.	You're right, Squidward. I need help! Please pick up, please pick up, please pick up. Patrick?
Patrick: Yeah?	Thank goodness you're there. I got a splinter on my thumb and...
Patrick: Mm-hmm. I see. Well, I'm pretty booked today, but I think I can fit you in.	Thanks, Patrick.
Patrick: No problem. Patrick: You called the right person, Mr. SpongeBob. Now, let's see where the problem's at. Hmmm... interesting.	Uh, Patrick...
Patrick: Hmmm... interesting.	Patrick? Patrick, this isn't helping!
Patrick: Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't realize you were a doctor. Hmph!	I'm not!
Patrick: Oh, but I'm sure you can figure it out with your 12 years of med school.	Patrick, you didn't go to med school.
Patrick: So?	Patrick, I'm sorry. I really need your help.
Patrick: Oh, no, no, it looks like you have things under control.	Please, Patrick! I don't want to go home early!
Patrick: Okay. But we play by my rules, SquareBob. Well, here's your problem. Don't you worry, buddy. We're gonna make it go away.	Phew, thanks, Patrick, you're a lifesaver. Ow!
Patrick: There appears to be a little bit of swelling. This garbage compress should help that go down. That doesn't look good. Yeah, but my shift is over. Call me in the morning... if you can still dial the phone.	Ah.
Mr. Krabs: What's that?	What's what?
Mr. Krabs: Behind your back?	You mean this?
Mr. Krabs: Put your hat on, boy! Show some company pride!	Heh, company pride, of course.
Mr. Krabs: Uh, SpongeBob?	Yes?
Mr. Krabs: Have you always had three legs?	Yes.
Mr. Krabs: Interesting... Well, what's this about a splinter that Squidward's been telling me all about? All right, boy, let's see it. Come on, SpongeBob, it's just a little splinter. I mean, how bad could it...? Oh, merciful Neptune! Okay, no problem. No problem. Problem sol... Whew. For a second there, I thought I was gonna have to pay you workman's compersation.	What's worker's compensation?
Mr. Krabs: You know, when you get paid for sitting at home. Squidward: You mean I can get paid while I'm at home? Mr. Krabs: Yeah, what do ya' think compersation stands for? Squidward: Ow! Mr. Krabs: Uh, Squidward? Squidward: Can I get my compersation now? Mr. Krabs: No. Sorry, Squidward, your shift ended over two minutes ago. Squidward: It's too quiet. Something isn't right around here. Could it be? SpongeBob is gone for the evening. Here's to a delightful evening alone with you, public television. Patrick: Do it again. Do it again.	Okay.
Squidward: Will you two be quiet?! I'm trying to watch public television. Patrick: Do it again, do it again. Squidward: If those two want to ruin my quiet evening at home, they're going to have to do better than that. What?	Squidward!
Squidward: You're still there, aren't you?	Good evening, Squidward.
Squidward: Not so fast. You two little monsters aren't about to ruin my evening.	Oh, we're not here to ruin it. We're here to enhance it. Isn't that right, Pat?
Patrick: Yeah. We're here... Squidward: Can't a hard working Squid get a little TV time alone? SpongeBob?! Patrick?! Oh, what's the point? Patrick: Could you turn it up?	Uh, Squidward, could you turn it down a little?
Patrick: Squidward, what's this about?	Squidward, how come he's so emotional?
Patrick: Is he the bad guy?	Squidward?
Patrick: Squidward?	Squidward?
Patrick: Squidward?	Squidward?
Patrick: Squidward? Squidward: That's it! All I wanted to do was watch some smooth jazz on public television. But apparently, that's not going to happen! Once again, I'm going to have to leave my own home just to get some peace and quiet! Enjoy my TV! PFAH! Patrick: Oh wait, I think I've seen this before. This part's funny. Squidward: I'm going to go somewhere far away. Somewhere far away from those two watching public television on my TV. PFAH! They wouldn't know real culture even if it hit them like a truck full of cement. Oh. Day five, I think. I've been waddling these fields. I'm hungry, tired, and lost. The only good thing about this is no SpongeBob. Jellyfish Fields.	What is that thing, Patrick?
Patrick: I dunno. Let's get a closer look.	Hi, stranger. I am SpongeBob. Wait a minute. Maybe he's not a monster. Maybe he's an endangered species. We should help him.
Patrick: Yeah, help him. Go away! Can't you tell nobody wants you?! You're endangered!	Not like that. With lots of love and affection. We can take care of him. Well, Smelly, here you are. Your new home. Oh, Smelly, this is going to be great. We'll be one big happy family. Let me show you around. Here's your bed, Smelly. Here's your food bowl.
Patrick: And some kibble.	You can live here forever and ever. Oh, look, Pat. He's crying tears of joy. Well, Smelly, there's one more family member you haven't met. Smelly, meet Gary. Aww, look at that, Smelly, Gary likes you. Gary, no! Gary!
Patrick: I don't think Gary likes Smelly.	Yeah, Gary's never attacked anyone like that except Squidward. I guess Smelly can't live here.
Patrick: Ah! He can come live with me.	That's a great idea, Patrick. You’ve always wanted a pet. Isn't that cute? Look how excited he is to get to your house. Bye, Smelly. Have fun at Patrick's.
Patrick: No, no, Smelly. Squidward doesn't like pets. Hey, Smelly, wanna play catch? Don't worry, you'll get the hang of it. Almost. Again. So close. Yeah, now you're... Smelly! What's gotten into you?! Hello, Animal Control?! There's a wild animal loose in my house! Sure, I'll hold. Smelly! Come back! Smelly! Police: Freeze!	Hmmm, what's all the commotion?
Police: You're surrounded. There is no way out.	Smelly. Excuse me. Pardon me. If I can just scootch through there. Excuse me. Pardon me. Excuse me. You leave Smelly alone. He's just a poor, dumb wild animal.
Police: Wild animals don't belong here, son. They belong in the zoo. Get 'em, boys.	Smelly.
Isabelle: Mommy, what is that thing? Sadie: I don't know but it's hideous, isn't it?	This isn't good.
Patrick: You're absolutely right. It needs mustard.	No one should be treated like that. Not even someone as ugly as Smelly. Something needs to be done about this. And I know exactly what that thing is. Okay, Patrick, remember the plan?
Patrick: Oh, yeah. This one, right?	No, not that. I'm talking about the plan to break Smelly out of this animal prison.
Patrick: Mmm, good plan.	All right, I'll go down first. Keep a lookout and follow me.
Patrick: You're my hero. SpongeBob! Help! Ah!	Shh, we'll get caught.
Patrick: What?! I can't hear you! I'm screaming too loud!	Fear no longer, dear Smelly, we are here to rescue you. Understand? We are taking you home. Look how excited he is. Flip the switch, Patrick. Smelly, you're free!
Police: You're surrounded. There's no use trying to run.	Run, Patrick, run! Faster, Patrick.
Patrick: I'll let Smelly go first.	Don't worry, Smelly, you're safe with us.
Patrick: I think we lost them.	Well, we're all one big happy family again. Let's see where this dark sewer tunnel leads.
SpongeBob and Patrick: La-la, la-la, la-la, la-la.	Oh, it's all right, Smelly. Soon, we'll be home and you can sleep in that cozy little pet carrier you love so much.
Patrick: Hey, I see light.	You're right, Patrick. That must be the way out. Whoa... where are we? Let's go ask those guys. Um, excuse us. Hey, they look just like you. Go, be with your real family. Go ahead, Smelly. I know you've come to think of us as a family, but it's better this way.
Patrick: I'm going to miss him, SpongeBob.	Me too, buddy. Me too, but he's with his kind now, where he belongs, and on that note, let us go back to where we belong.
Kelpy G: Ah... salutation, my children. Are you ready for your daily dose of smooth jazz? Squidward: Um... hi. SpongeBob and Patrick: I heart the circus! Ringmaster: Children of all ages! Get ready to wet your baggy pants laughing! Send in the clowns! He-yah! Ringmaster: Our candy-corn-fed clowns once roamed the slapstick plains where wild clowns run free! He-yah! He-yah! He-yah! He-yah! SpongeBob and Patrick: Patrick: Look, there's those!	Oh. Are you hungry, little clown?
Ringmaster: He-yah! DON'T FEED THE CLOWNS!	Why not?
Patrick: Huh? SpongeBob, are you mad? Clowns are dangerous animals. Why, at any moment, one of those things could get loose and bite our feet off!	Oh, Patrick, that little clown wouldn't do that. He was friendly. I wanna go backstage and see the clowns, Patrick.
Patrick: I told you, SpongeBob, our feet are in danger!	I'll protect you. Ooh.
Little Clown: Huh?	Poor little guy. Hey, he didn't get any food. Hmm. Hey, psst!
Little Clown: Huh? Ringmaster: DON'T FEED THE CLOWNS! Patrick: My feet! Ringmaster: Pack it up, everyone. He-yah!	I don't care what that mean old ringmaster says. That clown is hungry, and I'm gonna feed him. Hey, where'd the circus go? Now I'll never find that little clown. There you are. Hey, little clown. The circus left without you! Quick, we gotta get you back to your clown friends. Oh, you don't want to go back to the circus? You don't want to be a circus clown? You know, little clown, I don't blame you. You shouldn't stay in a place where they push you around all the time. Looks like I'll have to help you find a new job. But what else can you do? Oh, you want to work there? This job should be a snap, little clown. Watch me. ♪Pick up the hot dog, put it in a bun, add the mustard, relish, now you're having fun♪
Customers: Oh-ho-ho, hot dog! Look at that. Looks like fun!	Okay, you're on.
Vendor: My wieners!	Oh, is this your cart? Sorry. I think you'll get a job a lot quicker if we tone down the whole clown thing a smidge. Don't worry. When I get through with you, your own ringmaster won't recognize you. Businessmen wanted. Go get 'em, little clown. Oh, I mean, Mr. Little Clown.
CEO: Hmm? Here's your stool. And here's your stamper. Now get to work.	Aww.
CEO: Hmm? CEO: Who hired this clown?! CEO's assistant: Um, you did, sir. CEO: Fired!	What happened, little clown? Didn't you like that job? Hmm. Ooh! Maybe a career in firefighting. Have a nice fire! I'll just make sure he gets there safely. Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. Not Mrs. Puff's Boating School!
Mrs. Puff: Save me! Save me! I'm too young to broil! Mrs. Puff: You're fired!	This is it, little clown. The last job available in Bikini Bottom. If you can just stop the clowning for two minutes, you'll have a job. Please! Sorry, little clown. It's been a long day. Good luck. Huh? Hmm. Hmm. Aha! Now get in there, eyes, and stay close to that clown.
Head baker: Your job is to pack up the pies! now get to work Head baker: Hmm!	No! No, little clown! No! No! Phew! Hot pepper pie?! Lemon pie?! Honey pie?!
Fred: Mmm!	Eye pie!
Head baker: You... Are...	Fired?
Head baker: Au revoir! Tina Fran: Huh? I didn't order a pie.	Oh, little clown, I'm so sorry. I thought you needed a day job, but you're a clown. And a clown needs to run free. Aww. Aww.
Plankton: Okay, Karen. Which one's better? Karen: If I had eyes, I'd be rolling them right now. Plankton: Oh, thanks for the help. Ya know, details like this can be very important to the customers. Karen: Customers? What customers? Plankton: Well, uh..... ...like those customers, who just pulled up. Well, hello, gentlemen, and welcome to the Chum Bucket! Would you like seating inside or outside? Pilar: Seating for what? Plankton: For the Chum Bucket! Where you can enjoy a nice helping of chum. Oh, boy this is so... ...good. The chum is. Nat: Wait a minute, eating chum? Do people do that? Plankton: Look, are you gonna eat or not!? Nat: Yeah. I'll gonna have two Krabby Patties. Pilar: Oh yeah, two. Nat: We couldn't find parking over at the Krusty Krab. Plankton: Now what was I saying? Oh right. I'm tired of the Krusty Krab taking all of my business! We're doomed, Karen! Doomed, I tell you! Karen: Well, why don't you do what all good business owners do? Plankton: What would that be? Karen: Advertise your product, of course. Plankton: Advertising? I can't believe it took me so long to come up with this Plankton: Now let's see, Q no... P no...Ah, here it is, L! There, it's perfect! Chum is metabolic fuel! You really did it this time ol' Planky. Oh yeah, who's a genius. ♪Have you seen this, seen this, seen my genius, genius, genius, genius.♪ Patrick: Chum is... meh... Plankton: Hello, sir, and welcome to the Chum Bucket! Er, sir? Patrick: ...META...A...TAB...TAB...AB...BOL...IC... Mini Brain Patrick 1: Forget about what that word means! There's a fire breaking out the language lobes! Mini Brain Patrick 2: We need to get outta here! Mini Brain Patrick 3: The door's jammed! Mini Brain Patrick 2: Push harder! Patrick: ...METAB...BO... Plankton: Sir, your head, it's on fire. The drink, use the drink! Patrick: It's kelp juice, you want some? HEY! What kind of friend are you? Plankton: Friend? I didn't even know y- Patrick: Go ahead. Say you're sorry. Plankton: Uh, I'm sorry? Patrick: Okay, I forgive you. And... I'm sorry for yelling. Okay, so can I tell you something honestly? Plankton: Whatever. Patrick: It's about your sign. These words make my head sad. Patrick's Head: I don't get it. Patrick: It's okay, little fella. I don't either. Plankton: Okay, Freakshow, you just wait. In a few minutes, this sign will attract more than you can count. Narrator: A few minutes later... Patrick: Uhh, what's that number before one? Plankton: Zero. Patrick: Oh right, congratulations, you have zero customers! Plankton: Okay, so it may take a little longer than a few minutes. Narrator: A little longer than a few minutes later... Patrick: Wait, what are we doing again? There we go! Chum is Fum! Plankton: What the? This says Chum is Fum. You've changed my sign to Chum is Fum? That's the dumbest thing I've ever heard. Patrick: They seem to think it's interesting. Plankton: Apparently, dumb sells chum. And I believe I've just found our Advertising Director. Mr. Krabs: Only two customers? Customers are looking kinda scarce. Must be low tide or something, eh Squidward? Squidward: They've all gone to the Chum Bucket. Mr. Krabs: The Chum Bucket? Chum...is...Fum? SpongeBob!	Yes, sir?
Mr. Krabs: SpongeBob, we have a situation.	I'm on it. Five. Four. Three. Two. One.
Mr. Krabs: SpongeBob, I'm afraid our worst fears have been realized.	Ah! Goofy Goober is going non-dairy?
Mr. Krabs: No.	Ooh. Slide show.
Mr. Krabs: A few hours ago, the Chum Bucket was, as it should be, a desolate no-man's land. There's only one way he could have changed things around so quickly. Plankton must have slipped into the Krusty Krab while you weren't looking.	Hey, that's my legs.
Mr. Krabs: I thought you'd say that. So we need to infiltrate the Chum Bucket and steal the formular back. Mr. Krabs: SpongeBob, how you holding up boy?	Not so good, Mr. Krabs.
Mr. Krabs: Hold on now. We're almost there. Narrator: Two hours later... Plankton: Next! Mr. Krabs: We made it, SpongeBob. We're in! Nat: All I know is: Chum is Fum. Pilar: You said it. Chum is Fum. Mr. Krabs: Keep an eye peeled for anything suspiciourous	Like that door?
Mr. Krabs: Eh...BINGO! Giddy up, boy, We're almost there. Patrick: Huh? Plankton: Excuse me, would you like a free sample? Mr. Krabs: No, uh I'm full, thanks! Plankton: No? How 'bout your little friend? Hi, SpongeBob!	Hi! I don't want a free sampl-
Plankton: Sure you do. Look out! She's gonna blow!	Blegh, Aheh, Agh, Agheh
Mr. Krabs: Huh? Well, he obviously didn't steal me formular, but how did he steal all my customers? Pilar: This chum tastes awful. Nat: Yeah, but that slogan is so catchy that we can't stop eatin' it. Nat and Pilar: CHUM IS FUM! Plankton: Ah hehehehehehe Chum is fum! Ah he he! Mr. Krabs: Come on, SpongeBob... Plankton: I'm gonna see how our advertising guru is doing. What brilliant slogans have you come up with this week, Patrick? Patrick: Hm, huh? Plankton: Gah! You're supposed to be coming up with witty catchphrases to keep that rabble out there happy! Chum is Fum...We kinda got that one already. Patrick: OOH I like that one! Plankton: Agh. Oh well, if it ain't broke, don't fix it. Keep up the good work...I guess... Patrick: You got it boss! Plankton: HEY EVERYONE! CHUM IS FUM! Plankton: Hey Karen, check this out! Karen: What now? Plankton: You see, every time I make a sale the sound goes there, Watch! Mr. Krabs: Karen: How is that gonna help to boost sales? Plankton: Karen, babe, you don't need help when you have a catchy slogan like mine. Karen: Don't look now, but I think your catchy slogan days are numbered. Plankton: Nat: Uhh...something's not right. Pilar: Yeah, I know, I keep sayin' Chum is Fum but it...ehh...it's just not workin'. Nat: I'm outta here. Pilar: Plankton: Hmmmm.... Plankton: PATRICK! Patrick: Huh?! Plankton: We're having a board meeting here! We need ideas! Patrick: Hmmmm, Mhmmmm, Uh huuuh. I think I see the problem. Your potty has a shocky thing in it! Plankton: NO! That's not it you FOOL! We need a new slogan! You need to come up with another genius catchphrase like Chum is Fum! But different. Patrick: Oh... Gotcha. Hmmmmmm. Narrator: 3 days later... Nat: I'm so happy that they changed that old tired slogan, Chum is Fum. Pilar: Yeah, that new slogan Fum is Chum is way cooler. Nat: Way cooler! Plankton: Here's your Chum Bucket Supreme, enjoy! Patrick, my boy, you really earned that promotion! Patrick: Thanks, boss. Plankton: Nothing can stop me now! Plankton: You fellas look hungry, here you go! Patrick: Excuse me, sir. My resignation. Plankton: But you're my whole marketing department. Patrick: I know, but I'm burned out. See? Anyway, you can send my check to my home. Plankton: Check? You want money for those stupid catchphrases? Anybody can sell to my idiot customers. They're buffoons! Morons! They'll buy anything I sell them. They're the dumbest of the dumb! The stupidest of the stupid! They're dummies, dweebs and doodoo dunderheads! I can keep that rabble right where I want 'em! Huh? Hockey Player: What was that part about doodoo dunderheads, eh? Plankton: Uh-oh! Hockey Player: Where do you think you're going, little man? Plankton: Is it too late for sorry? D'OH! Hockey Player: Hey, check out that new sign at the Krusty Krab. Who's hungry, eh?	Well, Mr. K., we're back in business!
Mr. Krabs: Yep. Keep up the good work, boy'o! Patrick: You got it, boss! Radio: Good morning, Bikini Bottom! It's a very special day today because we have got the new single from Boys Who Cry: 'It's All About You'. Boys Who Cry: It's all about you girl, On your sixteenth birthday! Pay attention to you girl, Everyone has to do just what you say. You get your very own spotlight tonight, Cuz it's all about you! Yeah, it's all about Pearl! You're the birthday girl! Pearl: Yeah! It's all about me. On my 16th birthday, I want music, clothes, and shiny things. So give it up right away, Everybody in the whole wide world. They have to pay attention to me. It's all about me, me...and guess who? Me! Oops! Mr. Krabs: Neptune's trousers! Pearl: Morning, daddy! Mr. Krabs: Are you sure you wouldn't prefer a room on the ground floor? Pearl: Oh, daddy. I'm just excited because tomorrow's a very special day. Mr. Krabs: It is? Oh, I mean, it is! Very special! Very, very special, indeed! Pearl: You have no idea what day tomorrow is, do you? Mr. Krabs: None at all. Pearl: It's my 16th birthday! Mr. Krabs: I knew that! How could you think I wouldn't know that? What are you gonna be, 12? Pearl: I'm going to be 16! It's only the most important birthday in my entire life. If I don't have a completely awesome party, my whole high school reputation will collapse. I'll have to drop out, I won't go off to college, I'll never leave home. You'll have to support me for the rest of my life. Mr. Krabs: Well, we don't want that to happen. Pearl: Then promise me you'll give me a real party this year. And don't be cheap! Hi, girls. Friend #1: Hi, Pearl. Pearl: Are you guys coming to my totally coral birthday party tomorrow? Friend #1: I don't know, Pearl. Is this going to be as totally coral as last year, when your dad passed out paper clips as party favors? Judy: Remember the time we all had to share one balloon? Please. Friend #2: Remember the pony ride? Friend #1: I can't wait to see how he ruins this year. Pearl: Daddy! Mr. Krabs: Uh-oh. Everybody, brace for impact! Pearl: Tell me you've got something totally coral planned for my birthday party. Mr. Krabs: Now, now, don't snap your mizzenmast. Everything is all set. Why, I've already got the party favors, bubble wrap! This year's gonna be a blast. Pearl: Daddy, you ruined all my birthday parties, but you better not ruin this one. Now promise me you won't be cheap! Mr. Krabs: I promise. Pearl: Good, because I made a list. Now I want everything on this list at my party. Bye. I'll be at the mall with my friends. Mr. Krabs: SpongeBob!	Yes, Mr. Krabs?
Mr. Krabs: While I plan the party, I want you to buy Pearl's present. Here you go, boy.	What's this, Mr. Krabs?
Mr. Krabs: It's me credit card. You use it instead of money.	I can buy stuff with just this piece of plastic? I don't need money?
Mr. Krabs: Exactly.	Wow.
Mr. Krabs: Now remember, nothing's too good for me little Pearl. I wanted to give her nothing, but she's too good for that. Now follow her around and see what she likes. You know, do some detective work.	Detective work. I'm going undercover.
Pearl: So, that's when Marcy told me that Julie said that Angela did like Brad. Friend #1: Oh.	Angela likes Brad.
Pearl: Oh my gosh, this is the greatest thing I have seen in the whole world.	I'd like to buy that piece of plastic with this piece of plastic.
Cashier: Mr. Krabs, huh? Quick, how do you spell Krabs?	Umm...I'm pretty sure it has a 'B' in it.
Cashier: Close enough. There you go, kid.	That's it? Hmmm, I'll never understand the workings of high finance.
Pearl: Wow, this is the greatest thing I've ever seen in the whole world. Glitter gloss!	Oh, no, I bought the wrong present.
Judy: Pearl, you have got to see this. Pearl: Coming, Judy. Mary: Oh...hmmm...	Now this is obviously the greatest present ever.
Pearl: This is the greatest thing in the whole world! Squidward: The banner's up, Mr. Krabs. Mr. Krabs: I've had that since the day she was born. I got it on sale. Squidward: I'm sure she'll love it, Mr. Krabs. Pearl: This sea pony is the cutest thing ever. Do you want to come home and be my pony? Whee! Judy: Pearl, come here. This is so coral. Pearl: Oh my gosh, it's Billy Fishkins. All: Hi, Billy! Billy: Meep.	Isn't he dreamy?

Squidward: This.

What?

Squidward: This thing here.

What thing where?

Squidward: The spatula tied to your nose!

This! Well, you see, this got stuck up there so I stacked stuff and I climbed up to reach it. I reached the grip and I got it but then I fell and I screamed! I was sure I was dead, but then I wasn't, but then I tripped and I got this splinter... Squidward? Squidward, were you listening at all? I got this really bad splinter, you see? And I couldn't hold the spatula with my hand so I used my nose. Makes sense now, huh?

Squidward: Oh, yeah, that makes perfect sense. You're a half-wit who injured himself at work being a nitwit.

Good one, Squiddy.

Squidward: Injury. Your brain is injured! Wait a minute. Did you say that you got that splinter injury at work?

Yeah.

Squidward: Oh, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk. That's not good.

I know, it hurts so bad.

Squidward: Yeah, when Mr. Krabs finds out, oh, man.

Finds out what?

Squidward: Finds out about this injury.

You mean my splinter?

Squidward: He'll be forced to send you home.

H-h-h-h-home? But I'm fine!

Squidward: Here, let me take this for you.

Why? Hey, wait, I'm fine!

Squidward: It was a good shift while it lasted.

While it lasted? What are you doing? W... What are you...?

Squidward: I know it's hard to say goodbye.

But, but, but, Squidward, I'm fine! I'm fine! I'm okay! Look at me, nothing's wrong! See? See? See? See?

Squidward: Oh, I believe you, SpongeBob, but, unfortunately, the rules clearly state that you must be sent home.

No, anything but that. Please, Squidward, you can't let this happen! You can't let them force me away!

Squidward: Sorry, the rules are the rules. Yeah, it'll be pretty quiet around here with Mr. Krabs sending you home early and all. I just hope we'll make it through the whole rest of this day without you here.

Please, Squidward! Don't tell Mr. Krabs!

Squidward: What? Me? Tell Mr. Krabs? Oh, no. No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no. No.

Wew.

Squidward: I don't have to tell Mr. Krabs. Because he already knows.

He does?

Squidward: Oh, yeah. Mr. Krabs has preturnatural instincts when it comes to situations like this. It's almost as if when something's amiss in his restaurant... ...he can smell it. Mr. Krabs: These quarters smell sad. You're not planning on getting a refill with them, are ya?! Frankie: No, I wasn't.

You're right, Squidward. I need help! Please pick up, please pick up, please pick up. Patrick?

Patrick: Yeah?

Thank goodness you're there. I got a splinter on my thumb and...

Patrick: Mm-hmm. I see. Well, I'm pretty booked today, but I think I can fit you in.

Thanks, Patrick.

Patrick: No problem. Patrick: You called the right person, Mr. SpongeBob. Now, let's see where the problem's at. Hmmm... interesting.

Uh, Patrick...

Patrick: Hmmm... interesting.

Patrick? Patrick, this isn't helping!

Patrick: Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't realize you were a doctor. Hmph!

I'm not!

Patrick: Oh, but I'm sure you can figure it out with your 12 years of med school.

Patrick, you didn't go to med school.

Patrick: So?

Patrick, I'm sorry. I really need your help.

Patrick: Oh, no, no, it looks like you have things under control.

Please, Patrick! I don't want to go home early!

Patrick: Okay. But we play by my rules, SquareBob. Well, here's your problem. Don't you worry, buddy. We're gonna make it go away.

Phew, thanks, Patrick, you're a lifesaver. Ow!

Patrick: There appears to be a little bit of swelling. This garbage compress should help that go down. That doesn't look good. Yeah, but my shift is over. Call me in the morning... if you can still dial the phone.

Ah.

Mr. Krabs: What's that?

What's what?

Mr. Krabs: Behind your back?

You mean this?

Mr. Krabs: Put your hat on, boy! Show some company pride!

Heh, company pride, of course.

Mr. Krabs: Uh, SpongeBob?

Yes?

Mr. Krabs: Have you always had three legs?

Yes.

Mr. Krabs: Interesting... Well, what's this about a splinter that Squidward's been telling me all about? All right, boy, let's see it. Come on, SpongeBob, it's just a little splinter. I mean, how bad could it...? Oh, merciful Neptune! Okay, no problem. No problem. Problem sol... Whew. For a second there, I thought I was gonna have to pay you workman's compersation.

What's worker's compensation?

Mr. Krabs: You know, when you get paid for sitting at home. Squidward: You mean I can get paid while I'm at home? Mr. Krabs: Yeah, what do ya' think compersation stands for? Squidward: Ow! Mr. Krabs: Uh, Squidward? Squidward: Can I get my compersation now? Mr. Krabs: No. Sorry, Squidward, your shift ended over two minutes ago. Squidward: It's too quiet. Something isn't right around here. Could it be? SpongeBob is gone for the evening. Here's to a delightful evening alone with you, public television. Patrick: Do it again. Do it again.

Okay.

Squidward: Will you two be quiet?! I'm trying to watch public television. Patrick: Do it again, do it again. Squidward: If those two want to ruin my quiet evening at home, they're going to have to do better than that. What?

Squidward!

Squidward: You're still there, aren't you?

Good evening, Squidward.

Squidward: Not so fast. You two little monsters aren't about to ruin my evening.

Oh, we're not here to ruin it. We're here to enhance it. Isn't that right, Pat?

Patrick: Yeah. We're here... Squidward: Can't a hard working Squid get a little TV time alone? SpongeBob?! Patrick?! Oh, what's the point? Patrick: Could you turn it up?

Uh, Squidward, could you turn it down a little?

Patrick: Squidward, what's this about?

Squidward, how come he's so emotional?

Patrick: Is he the bad guy?

Squidward?

Patrick: Squidward?

Squidward?

Patrick: Squidward?

Squidward?

Patrick: Squidward? Squidward: That's it! All I wanted to do was watch some smooth jazz on public television. But apparently, that's not going to happen! Once again, I'm going to have to leave my own home just to get some peace and quiet! Enjoy my TV! PFAH! Patrick: Oh wait, I think I've seen this before. This part's funny. Squidward: I'm going to go somewhere far away. Somewhere far away from those two watching public television on my TV. PFAH! They wouldn't know real culture even if it hit them like a truck full of cement. Oh. Day five, I think. I've been waddling these fields. I'm hungry, tired, and lost. The only good thing about this is no SpongeBob. Jellyfish Fields.

What is that thing, Patrick?

Patrick: I dunno. Let's get a closer look.

Hi, stranger. I am SpongeBob. Wait a minute. Maybe he's not a monster. Maybe he's an endangered species. We should help him.

Patrick: Yeah, help him. Go away! Can't you tell nobody wants you?! You're endangered!

Not like that. With lots of love and affection. We can take care of him. Well, Smelly, here you are. Your new home. Oh, Smelly, this is going to be great. We'll be one big happy family. Let me show you around. Here's your bed, Smelly. Here's your food bowl.

Patrick: And some kibble.

You can live here forever and ever. Oh, look, Pat. He's crying tears of joy. Well, Smelly, there's one more family member you haven't met. Smelly, meet Gary. Aww, look at that, Smelly, Gary likes you. Gary, no! Gary!

Patrick: I don't think Gary likes Smelly.

Yeah, Gary's never attacked anyone like that except Squidward. I guess Smelly can't live here.

Patrick: Ah! He can come live with me.

That's a great idea, Patrick. You’ve always wanted a pet. Isn't that cute? Look how excited he is to get to your house. Bye, Smelly. Have fun at Patrick's.

Patrick: No, no, Smelly. Squidward doesn't like pets. Hey, Smelly, wanna play catch? Don't worry, you'll get the hang of it. Almost. Again. So close. Yeah, now you're... Smelly! What's gotten into you?! Hello, Animal Control?! There's a wild animal loose in my house! Sure, I'll hold. Smelly! Come back! Smelly! Police: Freeze!

Hmmm, what's all the commotion?

Police: You're surrounded. There is no way out.

Smelly. Excuse me. Pardon me. If I can just scootch through there. Excuse me. Pardon me. Excuse me. You leave Smelly alone. He's just a poor, dumb wild animal.

Police: Wild animals don't belong here, son. They belong in the zoo. Get 'em, boys.

Smelly.

Isabelle: Mommy, what is that thing? Sadie: I don't know but it's hideous, isn't it?

This isn't good.

Patrick: You're absolutely right. It needs mustard.

No one should be treated like that. Not even someone as ugly as Smelly. Something needs to be done about this. And I know exactly what that thing is. Okay, Patrick, remember the plan?

Patrick: Oh, yeah. This one, right?

No, not that. I'm talking about the plan to break Smelly out of this animal prison.

Patrick: Mmm, good plan.

All right, I'll go down first. Keep a lookout and follow me.

Patrick: You're my hero. SpongeBob! Help! Ah!

Shh, we'll get caught.

Patrick: What?! I can't hear you! I'm screaming too loud!

Fear no longer, dear Smelly, we are here to rescue you. Understand? We are taking you home. Look how excited he is. Flip the switch, Patrick. Smelly, you're free!

Police: You're surrounded. There's no use trying to run.

Run, Patrick, run! Faster, Patrick.

Patrick: I'll let Smelly go first.

Don't worry, Smelly, you're safe with us.

Patrick: I think we lost them.

Well, we're all one big happy family again. Let's see where this dark sewer tunnel leads.

SpongeBob and Patrick: La-la, la-la, la-la, la-la.

Oh, it's all right, Smelly. Soon, we'll be home and you can sleep in that cozy little pet carrier you love so much.

Patrick: Hey, I see light.

You're right, Patrick. That must be the way out. Whoa... where are we? Let's go ask those guys. Um, excuse us. Hey, they look just like you. Go, be with your real family. Go ahead, Smelly. I know you've come to think of us as a family, but it's better this way.

Patrick: I'm going to miss him, SpongeBob.

Me too, buddy. Me too, but he's with his kind now, where he belongs, and on that note, let us go back to where we belong.

Kelpy G: Ah... salutation, my children. Are you ready for your daily dose of smooth jazz? Squidward: Um... hi. SpongeBob and Patrick: I heart the circus! Ringmaster: Children of all ages! Get ready to wet your baggy pants laughing! Send in the clowns! He-yah! Ringmaster: Our candy-corn-fed clowns once roamed the slapstick plains where wild clowns run free! He-yah! He-yah! He-yah! He-yah! SpongeBob and Patrick: Patrick: Look, there's those!

Oh. Are you hungry, little clown?

Ringmaster: He-yah! DON'T FEED THE CLOWNS!

Why not?

Patrick: Huh? SpongeBob, are you mad? Clowns are dangerous animals. Why, at any moment, one of those things could get loose and bite our feet off!

Oh, Patrick, that little clown wouldn't do that. He was friendly. I wanna go backstage and see the clowns, Patrick.

Patrick: I told you, SpongeBob, our feet are in danger!

I'll protect you. Ooh.

Little Clown: Huh?

Poor little guy. Hey, he didn't get any food. Hmm. Hey, psst!

Little Clown: Huh? Ringmaster: DON'T FEED THE CLOWNS! Patrick: My feet! Ringmaster: Pack it up, everyone. He-yah!

I don't care what that mean old ringmaster says. That clown is hungry, and I'm gonna feed him. Hey, where'd the circus go? Now I'll never find that little clown. There you are. Hey, little clown. The circus left without you! Quick, we gotta get you back to your clown friends. Oh, you don't want to go back to the circus? You don't want to be a circus clown? You know, little clown, I don't blame you. You shouldn't stay in a place where they push you around all the time. Looks like I'll have to help you find a new job. But what else can you do? Oh, you want to work there? This job should be a snap, little clown. Watch me. ♪Pick up the hot dog, put it in a bun, add the mustard, relish, now you're having fun♪

Customers: Oh-ho-ho, hot dog! Look at that. Looks like fun!

Okay, you're on.

Vendor: My wieners!

Oh, is this your cart? Sorry. I think you'll get a job a lot quicker if we tone down the whole clown thing a smidge. Don't worry. When I get through with you, your own ringmaster won't recognize you. Businessmen wanted. Go get 'em, little clown. Oh, I mean, Mr. Little Clown.

CEO: Hmm? Here's your stool. And here's your stamper. Now get to work.

Aww.

CEO: Hmm? CEO: Who hired this clown?! CEO's assistant: Um, you did, sir. CEO: Fired!

What happened, little clown? Didn't you like that job? Hmm. Ooh! Maybe a career in firefighting. Have a nice fire! I'll just make sure he gets there safely. Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. Not Mrs. Puff's Boating School!

Mrs. Puff: Save me! Save me! I'm too young to broil! Mrs. Puff: You're fired!

This is it, little clown. The last job available in Bikini Bottom. If you can just stop the clowning for two minutes, you'll have a job. Please! Sorry, little clown. It's been a long day. Good luck. Huh? Hmm. Hmm. Aha! Now get in there, eyes, and stay close to that clown.

Head baker: Your job is to pack up the pies! now get to work Head baker: Hmm!

No! No, little clown! No! No! Phew! Hot pepper pie?! Lemon pie?! Honey pie?!

Fred: Mmm!

Eye pie!

Head baker: You... Are...

Fired?

Head baker: Au revoir! Tina Fran: Huh? I didn't order a pie.

Oh, little clown, I'm so sorry. I thought you needed a day job, but you're a clown. And a clown needs to run free. Aww. Aww.

Plankton: Okay, Karen. Which one's better? Karen: If I had eyes, I'd be rolling them right now. Plankton: Oh, thanks for the help. Ya know, details like this can be very important to the customers. Karen: Customers? What customers? Plankton: Well, uh..... ...like those customers, who just pulled up. Well, hello, gentlemen, and welcome to the Chum Bucket! Would you like seating inside or outside? Pilar: Seating for what? Plankton: For the Chum Bucket! Where you can enjoy a nice helping of chum. Oh, boy this is so... ...good. The chum is. Nat: Wait a minute, eating chum? Do people do that? Plankton: Look, are you gonna eat or not!? Nat: Yeah. I'll gonna have two Krabby Patties. Pilar: Oh yeah, two. Nat: We couldn't find parking over at the Krusty Krab. Plankton: Now what was I saying? Oh right. I'm tired of the Krusty Krab taking all of my business! We're doomed, Karen! Doomed, I tell you! Karen: Well, why don't you do what all good business owners do? Plankton: What would that be? Karen: Advertise your product, of course. Plankton: Advertising? I can't believe it took me so long to come up with this Plankton: Now let's see, Q no... P no...Ah, here it is, L! There, it's perfect! Chum is metabolic fuel! You really did it this time ol' Planky. Oh yeah, who's a genius. ♪Have you seen this, seen this, seen my genius, genius, genius, genius.♪ Patrick: Chum is... meh... Plankton: Hello, sir, and welcome to the Chum Bucket! Er, sir? Patrick: ...META...A...TAB...TAB...AB...BOL...IC... Mini Brain Patrick 1: Forget about what that word means! There's a fire breaking out the language lobes! Mini Brain Patrick 2: We need to get outta here! Mini Brain Patrick 3: The door's jammed! Mini Brain Patrick 2: Push harder! Patrick: ...METAB...BO... Plankton: Sir, your head, it's on fire. The drink, use the drink! Patrick: It's kelp juice, you want some? HEY! What kind of friend are you? Plankton: Friend? I didn't even know y- Patrick: Go ahead. Say you're sorry. Plankton: Uh, I'm sorry? Patrick: Okay, I forgive you. And... I'm sorry for yelling. Okay, so can I tell you something honestly? Plankton: Whatever. Patrick: It's about your sign. These words make my head sad. Patrick's Head: I don't get it. Patrick: It's okay, little fella. I don't either. Plankton: Okay, Freakshow, you just wait. In a few minutes, this sign will attract more than you can count. Narrator: A few minutes later... Patrick: Uhh, what's that number before one? Plankton: Zero. Patrick: Oh right, congratulations, you have zero customers! Plankton: Okay, so it may take a little longer than a few minutes. Narrator: A little longer than a few minutes later... Patrick: Wait, what are we doing again? There we go! Chum is Fum! Plankton: What the? This says Chum is Fum. You've changed my sign to Chum is Fum? That's the dumbest thing I've ever heard. Patrick: They seem to think it's interesting. Plankton: Apparently, dumb sells chum. And I believe I've just found our Advertising Director. Mr. Krabs: Only two customers? Customers are looking kinda scarce. Must be low tide or something, eh Squidward? Squidward: They've all gone to the Chum Bucket. Mr. Krabs: The Chum Bucket? Chum...is...Fum? SpongeBob!

Yes, sir?

Mr. Krabs: SpongeBob, we have a situation.

I'm on it. Five. Four. Three. Two. One.

Mr. Krabs: SpongeBob, I'm afraid our worst fears have been realized.

Ah! Goofy Goober is going non-dairy?

Mr. Krabs: No.

Ooh. Slide show.

Mr. Krabs: A few hours ago, the Chum Bucket was, as it should be, a desolate no-man's land. There's only one way he could have changed things around so quickly. Plankton must have slipped into the Krusty Krab while you weren't looking.

Hey, that's my legs.

Mr. Krabs: I thought you'd say that. So we need to infiltrate the Chum Bucket and steal the formular back. Mr. Krabs: SpongeBob, how you holding up boy?

Not so good, Mr. Krabs.

Mr. Krabs: Hold on now. We're almost there. Narrator: Two hours later... Plankton: Next! Mr. Krabs: We made it, SpongeBob. We're in! Nat: All I know is: Chum is Fum. Pilar: You said it. Chum is Fum. Mr. Krabs: Keep an eye peeled for anything suspiciourous

Like that door?

Mr. Krabs: Eh...BINGO! Giddy up, boy, We're almost there. Patrick: Huh? Plankton: Excuse me, would you like a free sample? Mr. Krabs: No, uh I'm full, thanks! Plankton: No? How 'bout your little friend? Hi, SpongeBob!

Hi! I don't want a free sampl-

Plankton: Sure you do. Look out! She's gonna blow!

Blegh, Aheh, Agh, Agheh

Mr. Krabs: Huh? Well, he obviously didn't steal me formular, but how did he steal all my customers? Pilar: This chum tastes awful. Nat: Yeah, but that slogan is so catchy that we can't stop eatin' it. Nat and Pilar: CHUM IS FUM! Plankton: Ah hehehehehehe Chum is fum! Ah he he! Mr. Krabs: Come on, SpongeBob... Plankton: I'm gonna see how our advertising guru is doing. What brilliant slogans have you come up with this week, Patrick? Patrick: Hm, huh? Plankton: Gah! You're supposed to be coming up with witty catchphrases to keep that rabble out there happy! Chum is Fum...We kinda got that one already. Patrick: OOH I like that one! Plankton: Agh. Oh well, if it ain't broke, don't fix it. Keep up the good work...I guess... Patrick: You got it boss! Plankton: HEY EVERYONE! CHUM IS FUM! Plankton: Hey Karen, check this out! Karen: What now? Plankton: You see, every time I make a sale the sound goes there, Watch! Mr. Krabs: Karen: How is that gonna help to boost sales? Plankton: Karen, babe, you don't need help when you have a catchy slogan like mine. Karen: Don't look now, but I think your catchy slogan days are numbered. Plankton: Nat: Uhh...something's not right. Pilar: Yeah, I know, I keep sayin' Chum is Fum but it...ehh...it's just not workin'. Nat: I'm outta here. Pilar: Plankton: Hmmmm.... Plankton: PATRICK! Patrick: Huh?! Plankton: We're having a board meeting here! We need ideas! Patrick: Hmmmm, Mhmmmm, Uh huuuh. I think I see the problem. Your potty has a shocky thing in it! Plankton: NO! That's not it you FOOL! We need a new slogan! You need to come up with another genius catchphrase like Chum is Fum! But different. Patrick: Oh... Gotcha. Hmmmmmm. Narrator: 3 days later... Nat: I'm so happy that they changed that old tired slogan, Chum is Fum. Pilar: Yeah, that new slogan Fum is Chum is way cooler. Nat: Way cooler! Plankton: Here's your Chum Bucket Supreme, enjoy! Patrick, my boy, you really earned that promotion! Patrick: Thanks, boss. Plankton: Nothing can stop me now! Plankton: You fellas look hungry, here you go! Patrick: Excuse me, sir. My resignation. Plankton: But you're my whole marketing department. Patrick: I know, but I'm burned out. See? Anyway, you can send my check to my home. Plankton: Check? You want money for those stupid catchphrases? Anybody can sell to my idiot customers. They're buffoons! Morons! They'll buy anything I sell them. They're the dumbest of the dumb! The stupidest of the stupid! They're dummies, dweebs and doodoo dunderheads! I can keep that rabble right where I want 'em! Huh? Hockey Player: What was that part about doodoo dunderheads, eh? Plankton: Uh-oh! Hockey Player: Where do you think you're going, little man? Plankton: Is it too late for sorry? D'OH! Hockey Player: Hey, check out that new sign at the Krusty Krab. Who's hungry, eh?

Well, Mr. K., we're back in business!

Mr. Krabs: Yep. Keep up the good work, boy'o! Patrick: You got it, boss! Radio: Good morning, Bikini Bottom! It's a very special day today because we have got the new single from Boys Who Cry: 'It's All About You'. Boys Who Cry: It's all about you girl, On your sixteenth birthday! Pay attention to you girl, Everyone has to do just what you say. You get your very own spotlight tonight, Cuz it's all about you! Yeah, it's all about Pearl! You're the birthday girl! Pearl: Yeah! It's all about me. On my 16th birthday, I want music, clothes, and shiny things. So give it up right away, Everybody in the whole wide world. They have to pay attention to me. It's all about me, me...and guess who? Me! Oops! Mr. Krabs: Neptune's trousers! Pearl: Morning, daddy! Mr. Krabs: Are you sure you wouldn't prefer a room on the ground floor? Pearl: Oh, daddy. I'm just excited because tomorrow's a very special day. Mr. Krabs: It is? Oh, I mean, it is! Very special! Very, very special, indeed! Pearl: You have no idea what day tomorrow is, do you? Mr. Krabs: None at all. Pearl: It's my 16th birthday! Mr. Krabs: I knew that! How could you think I wouldn't know that? What are you gonna be, 12? Pearl: I'm going to be 16! It's only the most important birthday in my entire life. If I don't have a completely awesome party, my whole high school reputation will collapse. I'll have to drop out, I won't go off to college, I'll never leave home. You'll have to support me for the rest of my life. Mr. Krabs: Well, we don't want that to happen. Pearl: Then promise me you'll give me a real party this year. And don't be cheap! Hi, girls. Friend #1: Hi, Pearl. Pearl: Are you guys coming to my totally coral birthday party tomorrow? Friend #1: I don't know, Pearl. Is this going to be as totally coral as last year, when your dad passed out paper clips as party favors? Judy: Remember the time we all had to share one balloon? Please. Friend #2: Remember the pony ride? Friend #1: I can't wait to see how he ruins this year. Pearl: Daddy! Mr. Krabs: Uh-oh. Everybody, brace for impact! Pearl: Tell me you've got something totally coral planned for my birthday party. Mr. Krabs: Now, now, don't snap your mizzenmast. Everything is all set. Why, I've already got the party favors, bubble wrap! This year's gonna be a blast. Pearl: Daddy, you ruined all my birthday parties, but you better not ruin this one. Now promise me you won't be cheap! Mr. Krabs: I promise. Pearl: Good, because I made a list. Now I want everything on this list at my party. Bye. I'll be at the mall with my friends. Mr. Krabs: SpongeBob!

Yes, Mr. Krabs?

Mr. Krabs: While I plan the party, I want you to buy Pearl's present. Here you go, boy.

What's this, Mr. Krabs?

Mr. Krabs: It's me credit card. You use it instead of money.

I can buy stuff with just this piece of plastic? I don't need money?

Mr. Krabs: Exactly.

Wow.

Mr. Krabs: Now remember, nothing's too good for me little Pearl. I wanted to give her nothing, but she's too good for that. Now follow her around and see what she likes. You know, do some detective work.

Detective work. I'm going undercover.

Pearl: So, that's when Marcy told me that Julie said that Angela did like Brad. Friend #1: Oh.

Angela likes Brad.

Pearl: Oh my gosh, this is the greatest thing I have seen in the whole world.

I'd like to buy that piece of plastic with this piece of plastic.

Cashier: Mr. Krabs, huh? Quick, how do you spell Krabs?

Umm...I'm pretty sure it has a 'B' in it.

Cashier: Close enough. There you go, kid.

That's it? Hmmm, I'll never understand the workings of high finance.

Pearl: Wow, this is the greatest thing I've ever seen in the whole world. Glitter gloss!

Oh, no, I bought the wrong present.

Judy: Pearl, you have got to see this. Pearl: Coming, Judy. Mary: Oh...hmmm...

Now this is obviously the greatest present ever.

Pearl: This is the greatest thing in the whole world! Squidward: The banner's up, Mr. Krabs. Mr. Krabs: I've had that since the day she was born. I got it on sale. Squidward: I'm sure she'll love it, Mr. Krabs. Pearl: This sea pony is the cutest thing ever. Do you want to come home and be my pony? Whee! Judy: Pearl, come here. This is so coral. Pearl: Oh my gosh, it's Billy Fishkins. All: Hi, Billy! Billy: Meep.

Isn't he dreamy?