rqchao/spongebob · Datasets at Hugging Face

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Mr. Krabs: KelpShake?	Look around ya. Everyone's enjoying a delicious KelpShake. Mm-mm. I'll be right back, Mr Krabs. I'm gonna get a refill.
Mr. Krabs: Refill? That's it. Listen up, everybody! New rule: No outside drinks. No exceptions! Squidward: That's telling them. Mr. Krabs: Grr. I better get to the bottom of this. Ah! A new store! On my block! Taking my customers. Pearl. Me own flesh and blood. How could you do this to your papa?! Pearl: What are you talking about, Dad? Mr. Krabs: I'm talking about this. Pearl: Once you taste the secret goodness of a KelpShake... You can't have just one. Mr. Krabs: Let me see that. Pearl: Buy your own. Mr. Krabs: Why I wouldn't give them a cent. Pearl: I feel sorry for you. Mr. Krabs: Then you do understand. Pearl: Dad, you're embarrassing me. Oh, get away. Mr. Krabs: Oh, no! Confound you, new KelpShake store. What's your secret? Of course. Plankton, I bet he's behind this. A-ha! I knew you were behind this! Plankton: Pardon me, I've done nothing wrong. Mr. Krabs: Then how do you explain this? Plankton: Holy Moley, how'd that happen? Mr. Krabs: Don't try that with me, Plankton. This new store is ruining me business. Plankton: Really? Wait a minute?! That's my job! Blast it! It's bad enough I have to compete with this joker. Now there's this?! KelpShakes. Mr. Krabs: Wow. I guess you're really not behind this after all. Plankton, they have... a secret formuler. Plankton: No, not another secret. And if there's a secret, I want to know about it! Mr. Krabs: Oh! Plankton: They're multiplying. Why, they're on every corner. Mr. Krabs: Block after block. Plankton: They're everywhere. Mr. Krabs: We've got to do something about this. You sure this is going to work? Plankton: Just stick to the plan. Mr. Krabs: Oh, let's see, let's see. Ah, there you are. Plankton, I think I found the kitchen. Plankton: Let's do this thing! Mr. Krabs: Here goes. Wa-choo! I'm sorry, I have a bit of a ah-ah-ah-ah-ah...choo!! Employee: Eww. Plankton: My eye, my eye, my eye! Mr. Krabs: I think we lost them. Well, you got any more bright ideas? Plankton: Of course I do. Mr. Krabs: All set, Plankton? Plankton: You better believe it. This high-powered mechanical bio-arm I invented should pry those restaurant doors open nice and easy. What the barnacles? Come on, you piece of garbage. Ouch! Uncle! Uncle! Mr. Krabs: If you want anything done right, you've got to do it yourself. Oh, me back. Plankton: Krabs, pipe down. You're gonna soil our plans if you wake up the watchdog. Mr. Krabs: Never mind that. What about SpongeBob?	Hi, Mr Krabs. Hi...Plankton? Uh, Mr Krabs, I'm a little confused. Don't you and Plankton hate each other?
Mr. Krabs: Of course we do.	Then why is he in your fist?
Mr. Krabs: Uh...we've gone into business together. You see, SpongeBob, we were hired, uh...to fix this door. Plankton: Now we have to fix the roof. Mr. Krabs: That's right. That's right. We have to fix the roof. It's, it's, it's leaking.	Well, good luck with that. See ya.
Plankton: Keep her going, Krabs. At this rate, we'll have the Kelpshake's recipe faster than you can say... Speaker: You have three seconds before spontaneous combustion. Plankton: Let's beat it! Mr. Krabs: No kidding. Plankton: Wait, you forgotten... I'm throwing in the towel, Krabs! All these convoluted plans are getting us nowhere. And to top it all off, I'm the only one that's taking the heat! Mr. Krabs: What's that suppose to mean? Plankton: I don't see you on the front lines. Sure, let me do all the work, while you just sit back like the fat gorilla you are!! Mr. Krabs: Who you are calling a gorilla, you one-cent, one-eyed bottom-feeder!?	Mr. Krabs, if you want a KelpShake, why don't you just buy one?
Mr. Krabs: Buy one?! Customer: I'll have one KelpShake, please. Mr. Krabs: I don't know about this, Plankton. Plankton: It's easy. Just smile and hand the cashier the money. Cashier: Can I help you? Plankton: Good luck. Mr. Krabs: Hi there. Uh, could I get one KelpShake? Cashier: Sure, that'll be one dollar. Mr. Krabs: Uh, okay. Cashier: Thank you. Sir, please let go of the bill. Plankton: Release your grip, man. Do it! Cashier: Enjoy. Mr. Krabs: Thanks. I can't believe we did it. Plankton: Oh, believe it, Krabs. Now let's get to the lab and find out what this stuff is made of. What's the secret ingredient, Karen? Karen: Well, it appears that the main ingredient is, Kelp Juice. Plankton & Mr. Krabs: Just kelp juice? Mr. Krabs: And to think this whole time I could've been selling these meself! Plankton: You? What about me? If anyone, I deserve to make a buck of selling this stuff. Mr. Krabs: No way, pipsqueak. This gold mine is mine. Plankton: Not if I can help it. Ow. Mr. Krabs: Nice try. Karen: I wouldn't do that if I were you. There's another ingredient. Mr. Krabs: Hey, I paid good money for this thing. Of course I'm gonna drink it. What the...? I don't get what the big deal is. This tastes like a wet gym sock. Plankton: Really? Let me try that. Actually, there is a bit of a pungent aftertaste. Mr. Krabs: Hmmm. Hey, you're right. This ain't half bad. This is amazing. Plankton: Well, don't be selfish. Oh yeah. Karen: Oh no. Plankton: Krabs, we're all out of juice. Mr. Krabs: Well, we gotta get more. Karen: You're making a big mistake. Mr. Krabs: Ah, phooey. You don't know what you're talking about. KelpShake, KelpShake. Oh how I love a KelpShake.	What's happening to me? They've shut down the KelpShake restaurants!
Plankton & Mr. Krabs: Huh? Hazmat #1: It'll take decades to clean this hazardous material up. Hazmat #2: I sure do feel sorry for whoever drank this. Plankton: Look at us! Mr. Krabs: Now what are we going to do? Plankton: I don't know about you, but I'm going back to what I do best. Stealing your recipe. Mr. Krabs: Hey, wait a minute! Plankton! Plankton: Come to papa. Mr. Krabs: Hold it right there. You're not going anywhere... without a ten second head start. Plankton: It's good to be home. Mr. Krabs: You said it. Plankton: I love being hated. Mr. Krabs: Hey, get back here you little booger! Squidward: Hmm. Squidward: SpongeBob! Where are those patties?	Coming right...down, Squidward.
Squidward: What are you talking about, SpongeBob? Don't you mean coming right up?	Mmm...
Squidward: I don't see what you're—	Nice catch, Squidward!
Squidward: Thanks... Customer: Whoo! Little Boy: I want my teddy fish! Mr. Krabs: Ha, ha, all right, don't worry, little boy, we'll find it! This kid lost his toy. SpongeBob, I need you to check the Lost and Found.	Ooh! I didn't know we had a Lost and Found.
Little Boy: I love my teddy fish! Mr. Krabs: You better find it quick, SpongeBob. The kid's bawlin' is chasing me customers away. Follow me, boy-o! Little Boy:	Is there a ladder?
Mr. Krabs: Yes. Mr. Krabs: Here's the ladder, boy-o!	Okay, I—
Mr. Krabs: Nice catch!	Ow!
Mr. Krabs: Now, try not to get a bit of anything poisonous!	What?
Mr. Krabs: Oh, nothing, nothing. Good luck!	Oh, this must be the Lost and Found! It's not in here!
Mr. Krabs: Try turning on the lights!	Oh! Whoa! Whoa! Wow! Lost umbrellas! Lost flip flops! Lost keys! Lost remotes! Oh! A whole, entire shelf of lost cool guy shades! Now, that's a sight for more eyes. Oh, no pictures, please. Did you get my good side? What a funny echo. Ha...ha. Hey! There's bric-a-brac and gee-gaws! I wonder if there's tchotchkes! Oh! Oh! Tchotchkes! Lost novelty items! Wow! I love lost novelty items! Ooh! Excuse me! Oh! Ah! Oh, thank you, cymbal-clapping sea chimps! What is this? Looks like Bikini Bottom. Whew! Whoa!
Squidward: Hey, Mr. Krabs, you know that crying kids? Squidward: He's still crying...and it's still annoying! Mr. Krabs: Squidward, I'm glad you're here. I think SpongeBob may be lost in the Lost and Found. Squidward: And this concerns me how, exactly? Wait—what?! Mr. Krabs: Don't worry. There's a ladder. Mr. Krabs: And find that toy...pronto!	Whoa! Are you the people of the too-small clothes?
Ginger: No. We were the children, lost in the Krusty Krab over 60 years ago, and we were never claimed.	Did you drop a box on my head?
Ginger: Of course! It's how we say hello.	Oh! Hello!
Old Kid #1: Hello.	Oh, no...looks like I'm lost now too.
Ginger: Don't worry. You are found and can live with us now.	How did you survive down here all this time?
Ginger: People leave all kinds of things behind. Like gum. And mints. They leave lots of mints.	Your breath is delightfully fresh.
Ginger: Bring on the welcoming feast! Old Kids: Welcoming feast! Ginger: Dig in! Ginger: Hey, little dolly. You must be getting hungry!	Oh, hey! That's the teddy fish! My boss, Mr. Krabs, told me to grab that. Thank you!
Ginger: Grr! This? I found it, so...finders keepers. Old Kids: Finders keepers. Finders keepers. Ginger: Huh?	Yoink! Losers weepers!
Old Kid #2: He is using our sacred words against us! Ginger: That's my teddy fish! Get him!	Sorry, but this has to go back to its rightful owner!
Old Kid #2: Run...like the wind... Squidward: Moron! I mean, SpongeBoooob?! I can't believe Old Man Krabs has held on to all this stuff. Oooh! Kazoos! Why, I had a kazoo when I was a child... Squidward: Everybody loved it! School Kid: Oh! Ow! My ears! Squidward: These are clarinets! In fact, these are all my clarinets! Wait a minute—these weren't lost! They were all in my locker! Mmm.. Now what could that possibly— Squidward: Typical. Mr. Krabs: Squidward? SpongeBob? It's the curse of the Lost and Found: no one ever gets found. They just stay lost. Oh, well, back to work. Little Boy: Waaah! Customer: The ambiance in this place stinks! Mr. Krabs: Stinky ambiance? Oooh, it's a dark time for the Krusty Krab. Little Boy: Waaaah! Mr. Krabs: Waaaaah!	Oh! Lost toys!
Ginger: Get him!	Lost Toilets?
Ginger: We need more speed!	Lost Pets!
Older Kid #2: Hyah! Hyah! Mush! Mush!	Lost Mine! Lost world!
Squidward: A hatch! Maybe that's the emergency exit! Grease trap!?	Lost dead ends?!
Ginger: Give us the teddy fish! Old Kids: Teddy fish! Teddy fish!	No! This teddy fish belongs to a poor, sweet child! Huh? Patty grease? Oh, no! I haven't cleaned the grease trap in years!
Old Kids: Oh, no. Ginger: Quick! Get on each other's shoulders. Ginger: At least some of us will survive. Old Kid #1: Aw, come on!	Wait! I have a better idea!
Mr. Krabs: No SpongeBob, no teddy fish, no customers! All is lost! Mr. Krabs: Who is it?	Tylo!
Mr. Krabs: Tylo who?	Tylosaurus!
Mr. Krabs: SpongeBob! Thank Neptune you're back, son!	Oh, good to be back Mr. Krabs, but I'm not the only one. Look who I found!
Mr. Krabs: Ack! Get back! Get back! Ginger's mother: Ginger? Is that you? Ginger: Mom? What are you doing here? Ginger's mother: We come here every week. Ginger: We? Ginger's mother: Yes. Myself and your father and the other parents of kids who were lost here. Where were you? Ginger: In the Lost and Found! Ginger's mother: There's a Lost and Found? Mr. Krabs: Hm. Maybe I should put up a sign.	Aww, all the old people are hugging. Dry your tears, little kid. Look! It's teddy fish!
Little Boy: I don't want that anymore! Ginger: Huh? Hmm. Little Boy: I want this! Whaaa-hoo! Mr. Krabs: Well, I guess we all learned a lesson about being lost and being found today.	What's that, Mr. Krabs?
Mr. Krabs: I don't know.	Hey, speaking of lost, where's Squidward?
Squidward: What the...? SpongeBob, do you mind!?	Oh! Hey, Squidward. What are you doing?
Squidward: What am I doing!? What are you doing!?	I am sharpening my trusty spatula. Speaking of which, are you going to stick around for morning fry-cook calisthenics?
Squidward: Cala-what?	Walking to work, huh, Squidward?
Squidward: Go away.	Can I walk with you?
Squidward: No.	Please?
Squidward: No. I said NO! I will not walk to work with yo--!	Okay. Maybe tomorrow, then!
Customer: I'll have two Krabby Patties. Squidward: Okay. And would you like cheese on-- Customer: Do you...need a break or something? Squidward: What? Oh, no! Wha--? No-ho, that was not me, I swear. SpongeBob! It's empty! See empty!	Wow, Squidward, how do you know that?
Squidward: Well, let's see, maybe 'cause I have a brain.	Oh-uh, Squidward, the grill is on.
Squidward: Oh, really? And do you think that I don't know that this grill is...	I gotta do something. Okay, Squidward, this should help. Don't worry, Squidward, I'll catch you. I can fix this. This time, I got ya.
Mr. Krabs: Me soda machine!	Squidward, can you hear me? How many fingers am I... Squidward?
Mr. Krabs: You really sent him over the edge this time.	Technically, I drove him up the wall.
Narrator: One shift later... Squidward: Oh, SpongeBob, I got a present for you.	Present? A present? For me?
Squidward: Now, now. Calm down. I've should've given this to you a long time ago!	Wow, Squidward! My very own... restraining order. Uh...what is that?
Squidward: Perhaps my lawyers should explain. Harry: We are the law offices of Harry, Combover, and Bald! Specializing in restraining order logical law and here to tell one Mr. SquarePants... Harry, Combover, & Bald: You've been served!	Served? I don't understand. Squidward, what is these guys-
Bald: Per paragraph 3 of the restraining order, you may no longer speak to our client. Likewise, you may not come within 15 feet of Mr. Squidward at any time. Any infractions of these statues will result in serious jail time!	Can you make Krabby Patties for loyal Krusty Krab patrons during serious jail time?
Bald: Huh? Squidward: And. Bald: No.	No! I don't wanna go!
Combover: Well, then, follow the guidelines we've explain and you won't have to.	Uh, sirs? If I can't speak to, or get within fifteen feet of Squidward, how are we going to get anything done around here?
Harry, Combover, and Bald: That's not our problem.	Hmm... There we go! Three Krabby Patties, two large Kelpy Colas, and three fries ready to be served. Hmm? Oops! Sorry about that, Mr. Krabs! It's just so hard to get this food to Squidward without violating this restraining order.
Mr. Krabs: Let me see that! Thank you! Look, boy, I don't know what in coral cabins what a restraining order is, but I do know whatever's going on here clearly ain't working. Now I want this ship sailing smoothly! On the double! Or I'll be forced to remove more gold stars from your employee performance chart!	Think, SpongeBob, think! Gasp! I got it!
Patrick: Hehe. Squidward: Oh, if I ignore it, maybe it will go away. Patrick: Hehe. Squidward: I thought not Oh-kay Patrick. What? What? What! Patrick: Notice anything... Different? Huh? Huh? A hint! Mr. Krabs: Patrick! I am not not paying you to stand around and play guess what the idiot's thinking with Squidward! Get back to work! Squidward: Yeah, Patrick! Get back to...what? Work? Oh no! No! No! No! Krabs! Mr. Krabs! Mr. Krabs: Why all the shivering of the timbers, Mr. Squidward? Squidward: Mr. Krabs! This will not stand! Mr. Krabs: It'll stand. Oh, unless you'd rather talk with SpongeBob. Squidward: What? Patrick: Can I watch you work? Squidward: No. Patrick: Please? . Squidward: No! Patrick: Pretty please? Squidward: No! No! No! No! Go away Patrick! Go away Patrick! Patrick! Patrick! Patrick! Patrick! Patrick! Patrick! Patrick! Patrick! Mr. Krabs: Mr. Squidward... Squidward: Mr. Krabs: Time for your break. Squidward: Ah...don't mind if I do. Ah...no better way to spend a break then with a little cool jazz. Huh? Patrick: Hi Squidward! Squidward: Hello...you... Patrick: I just finished cleaning the restroom! Squidward: Ooh...that's great... Patrick: I mopped the floors! I shined the mirrors! I scrubbed the sinks. Squidward: Wonderful. Patrick: Oh yeah! But we are going to need a new toilet plunger. This one's broken. Squidward: Patrick! Mr. Krabs: Nice work, Patrick! Break time's over, Mr. Squidward. Squidward: Welcome to the House of Misery. May I take your order... Dave: Yes, I would like two Double Fried Kelp Fritters, three Krusty Krab Cream Filled Corals, and four Triple Fatty Krabby Patties. Is that too much? Squidward: That depends... Dave: On what? Squidward: How long you want to live? Patrick: Hah hah! Squidward's funny! Hey, a button! Gus: Oh, Grammy, I brought your favorite; seaberry pie. Yikes! Squidward: Seaberries? I'm allergic to... Seaberries...That's it! I know what I must do! SpongeBob! Patrick: You're the prettiest button I've ev... Huh? Monster! Squidward: SpongeBob! Patrick: It's after SpongeBob! You're right, button! No monster is going to eat our friend! Squidward: No, no no no wait!	Oh no! My two best friends are fighting! But this restraining order says I can't get close enough to break it off! I'm sorry, restraining order! But my friends need me! Stop!
Squidward: Alright, right, let's look at this.	Squidward, please don't send me to jail!
Patrick: Squidward? Did you know the monster was Squidward? Well, when were you going to tell me?	I violated the restraining order! I'm sorry! I'm sorry!
Squidward: Quit bellyaching and hand me a pen.	Here you go.
Squidward: Stop the waterworks! You're not going to jail.	I'm not?
Squidward: No! I'm releasing you from this order.	Really, Squidward?
Squidward: ...And adding someone who is much more deserving! Patrick: Sorry, button. Squidward: No, Patrick! You! Patrick: Oh! Ah hah hah hah hah! Patrick: Hey, SpongeBob!	Hey, Patrick.
Patrick: What are you doing?	Carrying this heavy bag of snail food for Gary.
Patrick: How is Gary?	He's fine. Uh, Pat, can we talk about this some other time? This snail food is really heavy.
Patrick: Oh, sure, but there was something I wanted to tell you...something important. Oh, I remember. Uh... Who was I talking to?	Ahoy, Captain, what have we here? It's a tiny form letter. Dear Sir or Ma'am... We are sorry we missed you. We will attempt to re-deliver your package at our earliest convenience. Hello? My package. Whoopee! Oh, let's see what we got here. My official Mermaid Man and Barnacle Boy paddleball set. Whoo! Yeah! What's this? Take the Dirty Bubble Challenge! Hit the paddleball 29,998,559,671,349 times in a row. Dirty Bubble, wherever you float, I hereby accept your challenge. Darn it. Darn it. Darn it.
Gary: Meow.	Darn it.
Gary: Meow.	What was that?
Gary: Meow.	Oh, Gary, that distracting sound came from you. I'm sorry, I can't play with you right now. Mermaid Man needs me.
Gary: Meow.	Gary, please! I'm trying to defeat the Dirty Bubble.
Gary: Meow.	So, let's get this straight, Gary. You don't want me to defeat the Dirty Bubble. You know, Dirty Bubble—terror of the seven seas, arch nemesis of my favorite TV superheroes, Mermaid Man and Barnacle Boy, and apparently renowned paddleball champion. Well, I for one, recognize the importance of this undertaking. But whether or not you do remains to be seen. Now, if you don't mind, I would like to get back to it. Pets. Sometimes, I wonder if they understand a word you're saying. Gary, I hate it when you do that! Now get! And leave your master to his important affairs. Hey, I got one! Dirty Bubble, say your prayers.
Gary: Meow. Patrick: I haven't seen SpongeBob in a couple days. I'm sure he'll be glad to know I remembered what I wanted to tell him. That's strange... Usually, I knock on the with this hand. Hey, SpongeBob, you around? SpongeBob?	Darn it.
Patrick: SpongeBob, is that you?	Oh, darn it. Darn it.
Patrick: SpongeBob?	Darn it. Darn it.
Patrick: SpongeBob, what happened? This picture is crooked. SpongeBob!	Darn it.
Patrick: Snap out of it.	Patrick, I...
Patrick: What is it, buddy? You can tell me.	I took the Dirty Bubble challenge.
Patrick: You what?!	Why are you crying, Patrick?
Patrick: Because... many years ago, I took that challenge.	Really?
Patrick: Uh-huh.	What happened?
Patrick: I won. But then I lost the trophy they sent me.	You lost the...? That's terrible! Come on, Pat. Let's have some kelp cookies and seahorse milk—that always cheers me up when I've lost something. There you are, Pat. Fresh seahorse milk.
Patrick: Thanks, buddy.	Hey, Pat, you ever feel like you're forgetting something? Something important? Hmmm. I think it has something to do with this bowl. Gary's food bowl. That's it—I gotta feed Gary. That's a lot of dust for a couple of hours. Gary! Dinner! Come on, Gary, soup's on. Gary? Hey, Pat?
Patrick: Yeah?	How long was I taking the Dirty Bubble challenge?
Patrick: About a week.	A week? Are you sure?
Patrick: Hmmm... well... Yeah, it's about a week, maybe ten days.	Ten days? Gary! Gary? Gary! Gary? Gary! Gary! Gary! Gary! Patrick!
Patrick: Huh?	I can't find Gary.
Gary: Meow.	This never fails. Gary's favorite treats. Gary can't resist these babies. They're filled with eight types of organic sediment that bottom feeders like Gary can't get enough of.
Patrick: Eight?	Yeah, something like that. All you really have to do is shake the can. Gary comes running every time. Go on, Pat, try it. Let me see that. Hmm, I don't understand, this is a brand-new...
Patrick: I only tasted six types of sediment.	Gary? Gary! Gary, where are you? Are you under here? Gary! Keep shaking, Patrick.
Patrick: Oh.	Gary!
Squidward: What are those Neanderthals up to? Don't they know I'm busy spoiling myself?	You check over there. I'll check in here. Find him yet, Pat?
Patrick: No, but I'll keep looking.	But there's nowhere left to look.
Patrick: There's one place we haven't checked.	I doubt Gary could fit in there.
Patrick: Can't hurt to look.	Here goes nothing. Look, Pat!
Patrick: What is it?	Let's see. Dear SpongeBob, These last few years have been some of the best of my life, but I must move on. Don't bother to come looking for me. By now, I have probably found a new owner who actually remembers to fill up my food bowl every now and again. Sincerely, Gary. At least until my new owner renames me. Dear Neptune, what have I done?
Patrick: What do you mean? You drove him away. It's right there in black and white. See? Right there and there.	Gary.
Fred: Are my pants too tight, dear? Snail #1: Look who came to dinner. Snail #3: Guess he didn't like nachos. Gramma: There you are. There you are, Miss Tuffsy. Oh, gramma finally found you. She was starting to get worried. Now let's get to your home, Miss Tuffsy, and get you something to eat. Hmmm. You feel much lighter than Gramma remembers. There you go, Miss Tuffsy. Gramma knows you like your Mr. Heaty set to extra cozy when you're home relaxing. Gary: Mmm. Gramma: Goodness, you're almost out of cookies. Here, I'll go and get some more. Now, don't you go running off again. There you go. After this, I'll go make up some of those deviled eggs I promised. Oh, how about a little music? Gramma's got a killer stereo system. Oh, this song reminds Gramma of her days as a riveter. You make Gramma feel so young. Come on, Miss Tuffsy, let's do the boogie-woogie. Oh. Okay, oh, that's enough of the boogie-woogie for now.	Gary! Gary? Gary! Gary! Gary...! Oh... Gary!
Gramma: Gramma knows how much you love these late-night crime drama programs. Don't you, Miss Tuffsy? Oh, heavens, look at the time. It's time for bed, Miss Tuffsy. Gary: Meow. Picture of SpongeBob: Quiet, Gary! Can't you see I'm busy? Gramma: Here's your room, Miss Tuffsy. Gary: Meow? Gramma: Here you are, darling. Let Gramma tuck you in. There you go. Oh, I almost forgot your good night kiss. Sweet dreams, Miss Tuffsy. Mr. Krabs: SpongeBob! You're 15 minutes late.	Sorry, Mr. Krabs, I was out all night looking for Gary. You see, he ran away and, well, now I...
Mr. Krabs: SpongeBob, are you okay? You look kinda...different.	Well, I'm not exactly what you'd call okay, Mr. Krabs. You see, my...

Mr. Krabs: KelpShake?

Look around ya. Everyone's enjoying a delicious KelpShake. Mm-mm. I'll be right back, Mr Krabs. I'm gonna get a refill.

Mr. Krabs: Refill? That's it. Listen up, everybody! New rule: No outside drinks. No exceptions! Squidward: That's telling them. Mr. Krabs: Grr. I better get to the bottom of this. Ah! A new store! On my block! Taking my customers. Pearl. Me own flesh and blood. How could you do this to your papa?! Pearl: What are you talking about, Dad? Mr. Krabs: I'm talking about this. Pearl: Once you taste the secret goodness of a KelpShake... You can't have just one. Mr. Krabs: Let me see that. Pearl: Buy your own. Mr. Krabs: Why I wouldn't give them a cent. Pearl: I feel sorry for you. Mr. Krabs: Then you do understand. Pearl: Dad, you're embarrassing me. Oh, get away. Mr. Krabs: Oh, no! Confound you, new KelpShake store. What's your secret? Of course. Plankton, I bet he's behind this. A-ha! I knew you were behind this! Plankton: Pardon me, I've done nothing wrong. Mr. Krabs: Then how do you explain this? Plankton: Holy Moley, how'd that happen? Mr. Krabs: Don't try that with me, Plankton. This new store is ruining me business. Plankton: Really? Wait a minute?! That's my job! Blast it! It's bad enough I have to compete with this joker. Now there's this?! KelpShakes. Mr. Krabs: Wow. I guess you're really not behind this after all. Plankton, they have... a secret formuler. Plankton: No, not another secret. And if there's a secret, I want to know about it! Mr. Krabs: Oh! Plankton: They're multiplying. Why, they're on every corner. Mr. Krabs: Block after block. Plankton: They're everywhere. Mr. Krabs: We've got to do something about this. You sure this is going to work? Plankton: Just stick to the plan. Mr. Krabs: Oh, let's see, let's see. Ah, there you are. Plankton, I think I found the kitchen. Plankton: Let's do this thing! Mr. Krabs: Here goes. Wa-choo! I'm sorry, I have a bit of a ah-ah-ah-ah-ah...choo!! Employee: Eww. Plankton: My eye, my eye, my eye! Mr. Krabs: I think we lost them. Well, you got any more bright ideas? Plankton: Of course I do. Mr. Krabs: All set, Plankton? Plankton: You better believe it. This high-powered mechanical bio-arm I invented should pry those restaurant doors open nice and easy. What the barnacles? Come on, you piece of garbage. Ouch! Uncle! Uncle! Mr. Krabs: If you want anything done right, you've got to do it yourself. Oh, me back. Plankton: Krabs, pipe down. You're gonna soil our plans if you wake up the watchdog. Mr. Krabs: Never mind that. What about SpongeBob?

Hi, Mr Krabs. Hi...Plankton? Uh, Mr Krabs, I'm a little confused. Don't you and Plankton hate each other?

Mr. Krabs: Of course we do.

Then why is he in your fist?

Mr. Krabs: Uh...we've gone into business together. You see, SpongeBob, we were hired, uh...to fix this door. Plankton: Now we have to fix the roof. Mr. Krabs: That's right. That's right. We have to fix the roof. It's, it's, it's leaking.

Well, good luck with that. See ya.

Plankton: Keep her going, Krabs. At this rate, we'll have the Kelpshake's recipe faster than you can say... Speaker: You have three seconds before spontaneous combustion. Plankton: Let's beat it! Mr. Krabs: No kidding. Plankton: Wait, you forgotten... I'm throwing in the towel, Krabs! All these convoluted plans are getting us nowhere. And to top it all off, I'm the only one that's taking the heat! Mr. Krabs: What's that suppose to mean? Plankton: I don't see you on the front lines. Sure, let me do all the work, while you just sit back like the fat gorilla you are!! Mr. Krabs: Who you are calling a gorilla, you one-cent, one-eyed bottom-feeder!?

Mr. Krabs, if you want a KelpShake, why don't you just buy one?

Mr. Krabs: Buy one?! Customer: I'll have one KelpShake, please. Mr. Krabs: I don't know about this, Plankton. Plankton: It's easy. Just smile and hand the cashier the money. Cashier: Can I help you? Plankton: Good luck. Mr. Krabs: Hi there. Uh, could I get one KelpShake? Cashier: Sure, that'll be one dollar. Mr. Krabs: Uh, okay. Cashier: Thank you. Sir, please let go of the bill. Plankton: Release your grip, man. Do it! Cashier: Enjoy. Mr. Krabs: Thanks. I can't believe we did it. Plankton: Oh, believe it, Krabs. Now let's get to the lab and find out what this stuff is made of. What's the secret ingredient, Karen? Karen: Well, it appears that the main ingredient is, Kelp Juice. Plankton & Mr. Krabs: Just kelp juice? Mr. Krabs: And to think this whole time I could've been selling these meself! Plankton: You? What about me? If anyone, I deserve to make a buck of selling this stuff. Mr. Krabs: No way, pipsqueak. This gold mine is mine. Plankton: Not if I can help it. Ow. Mr. Krabs: Nice try. Karen: I wouldn't do that if I were you. There's another ingredient. Mr. Krabs: Hey, I paid good money for this thing. Of course I'm gonna drink it. What the...? I don't get what the big deal is. This tastes like a wet gym sock. Plankton: Really? Let me try that. Actually, there is a bit of a pungent aftertaste. Mr. Krabs: Hmmm. Hey, you're right. This ain't half bad. This is amazing. Plankton: Well, don't be selfish. Oh yeah. Karen: Oh no. Plankton: Krabs, we're all out of juice. Mr. Krabs: Well, we gotta get more. Karen: You're making a big mistake. Mr. Krabs: Ah, phooey. You don't know what you're talking about. KelpShake, KelpShake. Oh how I love a KelpShake.

What's happening to me? They've shut down the KelpShake restaurants!

Plankton & Mr. Krabs: Huh? Hazmat #1: It'll take decades to clean this hazardous material up. Hazmat #2: I sure do feel sorry for whoever drank this. Plankton: Look at us! Mr. Krabs: Now what are we going to do? Plankton: I don't know about you, but I'm going back to what I do best. Stealing your recipe. Mr. Krabs: Hey, wait a minute! Plankton! Plankton: Come to papa. Mr. Krabs: Hold it right there. You're not going anywhere... without a ten second head start. Plankton: It's good to be home. Mr. Krabs: You said it. Plankton: I love being hated. Mr. Krabs: Hey, get back here you little booger! Squidward: Hmm. Squidward: SpongeBob! Where are those patties?

Coming right...down, Squidward.

Squidward: What are you talking about, SpongeBob? Don't you mean coming right up?

Mmm...

Squidward: I don't see what you're—

Nice catch, Squidward!

Squidward: Thanks... Customer: Whoo! Little Boy: I want my teddy fish! Mr. Krabs: Ha, ha, all right, don't worry, little boy, we'll find it! This kid lost his toy. SpongeBob, I need you to check the Lost and Found.

Ooh! I didn't know we had a Lost and Found.

Little Boy: I love my teddy fish! Mr. Krabs: You better find it quick, SpongeBob. The kid's bawlin' is chasing me customers away. Follow me, boy-o! Little Boy:

Is there a ladder?

Mr. Krabs: Yes. Mr. Krabs: Here's the ladder, boy-o!

Okay, I—

Mr. Krabs: Nice catch!

Ow!

Mr. Krabs: Now, try not to get a bit of anything poisonous!

What?

Mr. Krabs: Oh, nothing, nothing. Good luck!

Oh, this must be the Lost and Found! It's not in here!

Mr. Krabs: Try turning on the lights!

Oh! Whoa! Whoa! Wow! Lost umbrellas! Lost flip flops! Lost keys! Lost remotes! Oh! A whole, entire shelf of lost cool guy shades! Now, that's a sight for more eyes. Oh, no pictures, please. Did you get my good side? What a funny echo. Ha...ha. Hey! There's bric-a-brac and gee-gaws! I wonder if there's tchotchkes! Oh! Oh! Tchotchkes! Lost novelty items! Wow! I love lost novelty items! Ooh! Excuse me! Oh! Ah! Oh, thank you, cymbal-clapping sea chimps! What is this? Looks like Bikini Bottom. Whew! Whoa!

Squidward: Hey, Mr. Krabs, you know that crying kids? Squidward: He's still crying...and it's still annoying! Mr. Krabs: Squidward, I'm glad you're here. I think SpongeBob may be lost in the Lost and Found. Squidward: And this concerns me how, exactly? Wait—what?! Mr. Krabs: Don't worry. There's a ladder. Mr. Krabs: And find that toy...pronto!

Whoa! Are you the people of the too-small clothes?

Ginger: No. We were the children, lost in the Krusty Krab over 60 years ago, and we were never claimed.

Did you drop a box on my head?

Ginger: Of course! It's how we say hello.

Oh! Hello!

Old Kid #1: Hello.

Oh, no...looks like I'm lost now too.

Ginger: Don't worry. You are found and can live with us now.

How did you survive down here all this time?

Ginger: People leave all kinds of things behind. Like gum. And mints. They leave lots of mints.

Your breath is delightfully fresh.

Ginger: Bring on the welcoming feast! Old Kids: Welcoming feast! Ginger: Dig in! Ginger: Hey, little dolly. You must be getting hungry!

Oh, hey! That's the teddy fish! My boss, Mr. Krabs, told me to grab that. Thank you!

Ginger: Grr! This? I found it, so...finders keepers. Old Kids: Finders keepers. Finders keepers. Ginger: Huh?

Yoink! Losers weepers!

Old Kid #2: He is using our sacred words against us! Ginger: That's my teddy fish! Get him!

Sorry, but this has to go back to its rightful owner!

Old Kid #2: Run...like the wind... Squidward: Moron! I mean, SpongeBoooob?! I can't believe Old Man Krabs has held on to all this stuff. Oooh! Kazoos! Why, I had a kazoo when I was a child... Squidward: Everybody loved it! School Kid: Oh! Ow! My ears! Squidward: These are clarinets! In fact, these are all my clarinets! Wait a minute—these weren't lost! They were all in my locker! Mmm.. Now what could that possibly— Squidward: Typical. Mr. Krabs: Squidward? SpongeBob? It's the curse of the Lost and Found: no one ever gets found. They just stay lost. Oh, well, back to work. Little Boy: Waaah! Customer: The ambiance in this place stinks! Mr. Krabs: Stinky ambiance? Oooh, it's a dark time for the Krusty Krab. Little Boy: Waaaah! Mr. Krabs: Waaaaah!

Oh! Lost toys!

Ginger: Get him!

Lost Toilets?

Ginger: We need more speed!

Lost Pets!

Older Kid #2: Hyah! Hyah! Mush! Mush!

Lost Mine! Lost world!

Squidward: A hatch! Maybe that's the emergency exit! Grease trap!?

Lost dead ends?!

Ginger: Give us the teddy fish! Old Kids: Teddy fish! Teddy fish!

No! This teddy fish belongs to a poor, sweet child! Huh? Patty grease? Oh, no! I haven't cleaned the grease trap in years!

Old Kids: Oh, no. Ginger: Quick! Get on each other's shoulders. Ginger: At least some of us will survive. Old Kid #1: Aw, come on!

Wait! I have a better idea!

Mr. Krabs: No SpongeBob, no teddy fish, no customers! All is lost! Mr. Krabs: Who is it?

Tylo!

Mr. Krabs: Tylo who?

Tylosaurus!

Mr. Krabs: SpongeBob! Thank Neptune you're back, son!

Oh, good to be back Mr. Krabs, but I'm not the only one. Look who I found!

Mr. Krabs: Ack! Get back! Get back! Ginger's mother: Ginger? Is that you? Ginger: Mom? What are you doing here? Ginger's mother: We come here every week. Ginger: We? Ginger's mother: Yes. Myself and your father and the other parents of kids who were lost here. Where were you? Ginger: In the Lost and Found! Ginger's mother: There's a Lost and Found? Mr. Krabs: Hm. Maybe I should put up a sign.

Aww, all the old people are hugging. Dry your tears, little kid. Look! It's teddy fish!

Little Boy: I don't want that anymore! Ginger: Huh? Hmm. Little Boy: I want this! Whaaa-hoo! Mr. Krabs: Well, I guess we all learned a lesson about being lost and being found today.

What's that, Mr. Krabs?

Mr. Krabs: I don't know.

Hey, speaking of lost, where's Squidward?

Squidward: What the...? SpongeBob, do you mind!?

Oh! Hey, Squidward. What are you doing?

Squidward: What am I doing!? What are you doing!?

I am sharpening my trusty spatula. Speaking of which, are you going to stick around for morning fry-cook calisthenics?

Squidward: Cala-what?

Walking to work, huh, Squidward?

Squidward: Go away.

Can I walk with you?

Squidward: No.

Please?

Squidward: No. I said NO! I will not walk to work with yo--!

Okay. Maybe tomorrow, then!

Customer: I'll have two Krabby Patties. Squidward: Okay. And would you like cheese on-- Customer: Do you...need a break or something? Squidward: What? Oh, no! Wha--? No-ho, that was not me, I swear. SpongeBob! It's empty! See empty!

Wow, Squidward, how do you know that?

Squidward: Well, let's see, maybe 'cause I have a brain.

Oh-uh, Squidward, the grill is on.

Squidward: Oh, really? And do you think that I don't know that this grill is...

I gotta do something. Okay, Squidward, this should help. Don't worry, Squidward, I'll catch you. I can fix this. This time, I got ya.

Mr. Krabs: Me soda machine!

Squidward, can you hear me? How many fingers am I... Squidward?

Mr. Krabs: You really sent him over the edge this time.

Technically, I drove him up the wall.

Narrator: One shift later... Squidward: Oh, SpongeBob, I got a present for you.

Present? A present? For me?

Squidward: Now, now. Calm down. I've should've given this to you a long time ago!

Wow, Squidward! My very own... restraining order. Uh...what is that?

Squidward: Perhaps my lawyers should explain. Harry: We are the law offices of Harry, Combover, and Bald! Specializing in restraining order logical law and here to tell one Mr. SquarePants... Harry, Combover, & Bald: You've been served!

Served? I don't understand. Squidward, what is these guys-

Bald: Per paragraph 3 of the restraining order, you may no longer speak to our client. Likewise, you may not come within 15 feet of Mr. Squidward at any time. Any infractions of these statues will result in serious jail time!

Can you make Krabby Patties for loyal Krusty Krab patrons during serious jail time?

Bald: Huh? Squidward: And. Bald: No.

No! I don't wanna go!

Combover: Well, then, follow the guidelines we've explain and you won't have to.

Uh, sirs? If I can't speak to, or get within fifteen feet of Squidward, how are we going to get anything done around here?

Harry, Combover, and Bald: That's not our problem.

Hmm... There we go! Three Krabby Patties, two large Kelpy Colas, and three fries ready to be served. Hmm? Oops! Sorry about that, Mr. Krabs! It's just so hard to get this food to Squidward without violating this restraining order.

Mr. Krabs: Let me see that! Thank you! Look, boy, I don't know what in coral cabins what a restraining order is, but I do know whatever's going on here clearly ain't working. Now I want this ship sailing smoothly! On the double! Or I'll be forced to remove more gold stars from your employee performance chart!

Think, SpongeBob, think! Gasp! I got it!

Patrick: Hehe. Squidward: Oh, if I ignore it, maybe it will go away. Patrick: Hehe. Squidward: I thought not Oh-kay Patrick. What? What? What! Patrick: Notice anything... Different? Huh? Huh? A hint! Mr. Krabs: Patrick! I am not not paying you to stand around and play guess what the idiot's thinking with Squidward! Get back to work! Squidward: Yeah, Patrick! Get back to...what? Work? Oh no! No! No! No! Krabs! Mr. Krabs! Mr. Krabs: Why all the shivering of the timbers, Mr. Squidward? Squidward: Mr. Krabs! This will not stand! Mr. Krabs: It'll stand. Oh, unless you'd rather talk with SpongeBob. Squidward: What? Patrick: Can I watch you work? Squidward: No. Patrick: Please? . Squidward: No! Patrick: Pretty please? Squidward: No! No! No! No! Go away Patrick! Go away Patrick! Patrick! Patrick! Patrick! Patrick! Patrick! Patrick! Patrick! Patrick! Mr. Krabs: Mr. Squidward... Squidward: Mr. Krabs: Time for your break. Squidward: Ah...don't mind if I do. Ah...no better way to spend a break then with a little cool jazz. Huh? Patrick: Hi Squidward! Squidward: Hello...you... Patrick: I just finished cleaning the restroom! Squidward: Ooh...that's great... Patrick: I mopped the floors! I shined the mirrors! I scrubbed the sinks. Squidward: Wonderful. Patrick: Oh yeah! But we are going to need a new toilet plunger. This one's broken. Squidward: Patrick! Mr. Krabs: Nice work, Patrick! Break time's over, Mr. Squidward. Squidward: Welcome to the House of Misery. May I take your order... Dave: Yes, I would like two Double Fried Kelp Fritters, three Krusty Krab Cream Filled Corals, and four Triple Fatty Krabby Patties. Is that too much? Squidward: That depends... Dave: On what? Squidward: How long you want to live? Patrick: Hah hah! Squidward's funny! Hey, a button! Gus: Oh, Grammy, I brought your favorite; seaberry pie. Yikes! Squidward: Seaberries? I'm allergic to... Seaberries...That's it! I know what I must do! SpongeBob! Patrick: You're the prettiest button I've ev... Huh? Monster! Squidward: SpongeBob! Patrick: It's after SpongeBob! You're right, button! No monster is going to eat our friend! Squidward: No, no no no wait!

Oh no! My two best friends are fighting! But this restraining order says I can't get close enough to break it off! I'm sorry, restraining order! But my friends need me! Stop!

Squidward: Alright, right, let's look at this.

Squidward, please don't send me to jail!

Patrick: Squidward? Did you know the monster was Squidward? Well, when were you going to tell me?

I violated the restraining order! I'm sorry! I'm sorry!

Squidward: Quit bellyaching and hand me a pen.

Here you go.

Squidward: Stop the waterworks! You're not going to jail.

I'm not?

Squidward: No! I'm releasing you from this order.

Really, Squidward?

Squidward: ...And adding someone who is much more deserving! Patrick: Sorry, button. Squidward: No, Patrick! You! Patrick: Oh! Ah hah hah hah hah! Patrick: Hey, SpongeBob!

Hey, Patrick.

Patrick: What are you doing?

Carrying this heavy bag of snail food for Gary.

Patrick: How is Gary?

He's fine. Uh, Pat, can we talk about this some other time? This snail food is really heavy.

Patrick: Oh, sure, but there was something I wanted to tell you...something important. Oh, I remember. Uh... Who was I talking to?

Ahoy, Captain, what have we here? It's a tiny form letter. Dear Sir or Ma'am... We are sorry we missed you. We will attempt to re-deliver your package at our earliest convenience. Hello? My package. Whoopee! Oh, let's see what we got here. My official Mermaid Man and Barnacle Boy paddleball set. Whoo! Yeah! What's this? Take the Dirty Bubble Challenge! Hit the paddleball 29,998,559,671,349 times in a row. Dirty Bubble, wherever you float, I hereby accept your challenge. Darn it. Darn it. Darn it.

Gary: Meow.

Darn it.

Gary: Meow.

What was that?

Gary: Meow.

Oh, Gary, that distracting sound came from you. I'm sorry, I can't play with you right now. Mermaid Man needs me.

Gary: Meow.

Gary, please! I'm trying to defeat the Dirty Bubble.

Gary: Meow.

So, let's get this straight, Gary. You don't want me to defeat the Dirty Bubble. You know, Dirty Bubble—terror of the seven seas, arch nemesis of my favorite TV superheroes, Mermaid Man and Barnacle Boy, and apparently renowned paddleball champion. Well, I for one, recognize the importance of this undertaking. But whether or not you do remains to be seen. Now, if you don't mind, I would like to get back to it. Pets. Sometimes, I wonder if they understand a word you're saying. Gary, I hate it when you do that! Now get! And leave your master to his important affairs. Hey, I got one! Dirty Bubble, say your prayers.

Gary: Meow. Patrick: I haven't seen SpongeBob in a couple days. I'm sure he'll be glad to know I remembered what I wanted to tell him. That's strange... Usually, I knock on the with this hand. Hey, SpongeBob, you around? SpongeBob?

Darn it.

Patrick: SpongeBob, is that you?

Oh, darn it. Darn it.

Patrick: SpongeBob?

Darn it. Darn it.

Patrick: SpongeBob, what happened? This picture is crooked. SpongeBob!

Darn it.

Patrick: Snap out of it.

Patrick, I...

Patrick: What is it, buddy? You can tell me.

I took the Dirty Bubble challenge.

Patrick: You what?!

Why are you crying, Patrick?

Patrick: Because... many years ago, I took that challenge.

Really?

Patrick: Uh-huh.

What happened?

Patrick: I won. But then I lost the trophy they sent me.

You lost the...? That's terrible! Come on, Pat. Let's have some kelp cookies and seahorse milk—that always cheers me up when I've lost something. There you are, Pat. Fresh seahorse milk.

Patrick: Thanks, buddy.

Hey, Pat, you ever feel like you're forgetting something? Something important? Hmmm. I think it has something to do with this bowl. Gary's food bowl. That's it—I gotta feed Gary. That's a lot of dust for a couple of hours. Gary! Dinner! Come on, Gary, soup's on. Gary? Hey, Pat?

Patrick: Yeah?

How long was I taking the Dirty Bubble challenge?

Patrick: About a week.

A week? Are you sure?

Patrick: Hmmm... well... Yeah, it's about a week, maybe ten days.

Ten days? Gary! Gary? Gary! Gary? Gary! Gary! Gary! Gary! Patrick!

Patrick: Huh?

I can't find Gary.

Gary: Meow.

This never fails. Gary's favorite treats. Gary can't resist these babies. They're filled with eight types of organic sediment that bottom feeders like Gary can't get enough of.

Patrick: Eight?

Yeah, something like that. All you really have to do is shake the can. Gary comes running every time. Go on, Pat, try it. Let me see that. Hmm, I don't understand, this is a brand-new...

Patrick: I only tasted six types of sediment.

Gary? Gary! Gary, where are you? Are you under here? Gary! Keep shaking, Patrick.

Patrick: Oh.

Gary!

Squidward: What are those Neanderthals up to? Don't they know I'm busy spoiling myself?

You check over there. I'll check in here. Find him yet, Pat?

Patrick: No, but I'll keep looking.

But there's nowhere left to look.

Patrick: There's one place we haven't checked.

I doubt Gary could fit in there.

Patrick: Can't hurt to look.

Here goes nothing. Look, Pat!

Patrick: What is it?

Let's see. Dear SpongeBob, These last few years have been some of the best of my life, but I must move on. Don't bother to come looking for me. By now, I have probably found a new owner who actually remembers to fill up my food bowl every now and again. Sincerely, Gary. At least until my new owner renames me. Dear Neptune, what have I done?

Patrick: What do you mean? You drove him away. It's right there in black and white. See? Right there and there.

Gary.

Fred: Are my pants too tight, dear? Snail #1: Look who came to dinner. Snail #3: Guess he didn't like nachos. Gramma: There you are. There you are, Miss Tuffsy. Oh, gramma finally found you. She was starting to get worried. Now let's get to your home, Miss Tuffsy, and get you something to eat. Hmmm. You feel much lighter than Gramma remembers. There you go, Miss Tuffsy. Gramma knows you like your Mr. Heaty set to extra cozy when you're home relaxing. Gary: Mmm. Gramma: Goodness, you're almost out of cookies. Here, I'll go and get some more. Now, don't you go running off again. There you go. After this, I'll go make up some of those deviled eggs I promised. Oh, how about a little music? Gramma's got a killer stereo system. Oh, this song reminds Gramma of her days as a riveter. You make Gramma feel so young. Come on, Miss Tuffsy, let's do the boogie-woogie. Oh. Okay, oh, that's enough of the boogie-woogie for now.

Gary! Gary? Gary! Gary! Gary...! Oh... Gary!

Gramma: Gramma knows how much you love these late-night crime drama programs. Don't you, Miss Tuffsy? Oh, heavens, look at the time. It's time for bed, Miss Tuffsy. Gary: Meow. Picture of SpongeBob: Quiet, Gary! Can't you see I'm busy? Gramma: Here's your room, Miss Tuffsy. Gary: Meow? Gramma: Here you are, darling. Let Gramma tuck you in. There you go. Oh, I almost forgot your good night kiss. Sweet dreams, Miss Tuffsy. Mr. Krabs: SpongeBob! You're 15 minutes late.

Sorry, Mr. Krabs, I was out all night looking for Gary. You see, he ran away and, well, now I...

Mr. Krabs: SpongeBob, are you okay? You look kinda...different.

Well, I'm not exactly what you'd call okay, Mr. Krabs. You see, my...