rqchao/spongebob · Datasets at Hugging Face

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Patrick: Let me see! Hey, he's kinda cute. Uh-oh! I think somebody's hungry!	Is it true? Are you hungry?
Junior: Cheep-cheep-cheep-cheep!	I've got just the thing. How would you like a Krabby Patty?
Patrick: SpongeBob SquarePants, are you crazy? That's not the right food for a little fella like him!	Of course not. I don't know what I was thinking. What he needs is a tiny Krabby Patty.
Junior: Blech!	Huh? No one's ever turned down one of these before.
Patrick: Let's try a doughnut.	French fries?
Junior: Unh-unh. Patrick: A doughnut?	All we have left is this apple.
Worm: Hello, sea creatures! I bring you greetings from Apple World!	Of course! Scallops love worms.
Worm: Huh, wait! We will bury you!	Well, you should be good for the rest of the...
Patrick: What now?	I don't know! Aww, don't cry.
Patrick: Do something, SpongeBob!	Uhh...uhh...uhh... Blah-blah-blah! Look at the funny face! Doo, doo-doo, doo-doo! Look at the funny face! Look at the funny face!
Patrick: Wait! I think I might know the problem. Yep, that's it, alright. Hold on just one second. There he is, good as new.	How did you know?
Patrick: How do you think? And I've been doing it all by myself for almost a year.	Wow, I'm sure glad you're here.
Patrick: I know, good thing there's two of us.	You know, Patrick, since this scallop doesn't have parents, we should raise it ourselves.
Patrick: Yeah. At least until it's old enough to be on its own. Oh, I wanna be the mom!	I don't think you can be the mom, Patrick, because you never wear a shirt.
Patrick: You're right. If I was a mom..., ...this would be kind of shocking. Just call me Daddy! Montage: Patrick: It sure is cute when it's asleep.	Yeah. Shh!
Patrick: Hey, SpongeBob?	Yes, Patrick?
Patrick: I never thought being a parent could be this much fun.	Me neither.
Patrick: Well, good night, SpongeBob.	Good night, Patrick. Patrick, breakfast is ready.
Patrick: Alright! All this parenting stuff makes me hungry. Hey, Junior, how are you doing today? SpongeBob?	Yes, Patrick?
Patrick: Kid's got a stinky.	Can you take care of him? My hands are kind of full.
Patrick: Ahh. Wish I could, but I gotta get going.	Going? Where are you going?
Patrick: I'm goin' to work. I'm the dad, remember?	You mean I have to do all this baby stuff myself?
Patrick: I'll give you a break tonight when I get home. Don't you two stop being adorable.	Okay.
Patrick: Phew! What a day.	Oh, great, you're home. Now you can help me with the baby.
Patrick: Aw, gee, SpongeBob, I'd love to, but I'm totally beat from work.	Huh?
Patrick: That guy got hit in the head with a coconut!	Patrick, what about my break?
Patrick: Oh yeah, your break. Uh, tomorrow, I promise.	Uhh, okay, tomorrow.
Narrator: Tomorrow... Patrick: Phew! Another tough day.	Oh, Patrick, I'm so glad you're home after working all day. I can't wait for my break.
Patrick: Work was a killer. I need my chair.	Patrick, I really need my...
Patrick: Tomorrow for sure. Narrator: Tomorrow for sure...	Patrick?
Patrick: I'll get to it eventually... Narrator: Eventually...	Uhhh?
Patrick: Uhhh. Narrator: Uhhh...	Patrick Star, we need to talk.
Patrick: Just one more minute, I gotta...	Don't 'one more minute' me, Mr. Man!
Patrick: Hey, I'm missin' the coconut!	You haven't been helping at all with Junior! We made a commitment and you're not doing your share! You never do anything.
Patrick: I changed his diaper!	Yeah, once.
Patrick: He's only this big. How many diapers could he possibly use?	Hmmm?
Patrick: Oh, that's not so much.	Hmmm?
Patrick: So?	Hmmm? Hmmm? Hmmm?!
Patrick: I have no idea! What kind of a father am I?! Oh! I'll make it up to you, buddy. I promise.	So, what's the plan for the day?
Patrick: No more foolin' around. From now on, I'm Super-Dad! I'll work straight through lunch so I can get home on time. So make sure you save a big ol' stinky diaper for me to change, and you can take the night off, pal.	Great, so I'll see you at six o'clock.
Patrick: Six o'clock.	Six o'clock.
Patrick: Six o'clock.	Six o'clock.
Patrick: Six o'clock.	Six o'clock.
Patrick: Six o'clock. Narrator: 12:00 midnight. Patrick: Oh, that was some party! Oh, hey, SpongeBob. Hey, Junior. What? What?!	Oh, nothing.
Patrick: Oh, what a relief. For a second there, I thought you were mad at me.	Do you remember what you said to me this morning?
Patrick: Somethin' about root beer, right?	No.
Patrick: Oh, wait, wait, let me guess. I give up.	Does... You can take the night off, pal! ...ring a bell?
Patrick: I don't need this.	What?! Where do you think you're going?
Patrick: I'm going back to work!	Work?!
Patrick: He got hit in the head with two coconuts!	So, this is work?
Patrick: You know, it's not as easy as it looks. Sometimes, I gotta move the antenna, sometimes, I lose the remote, and sometimes, my butt itches real bad!	Oh, you poor, poor thing. By the way, you forgot your briefcase!
Patrick: Oh, so this is the thanks I get for working overtime?	OVERTIME?!
Patrick: Yeah, overtime, pal!	Oh, boy, yeah, you're working!
Patrick: You know what that means?	And that's the kind of work you're doing?
Patrick: It means working when you're just too tired to work!	Show me where I can sign up for this, because I've been working my fingers to the bone!
Patrick: You just keep going on working and working!	You never help! NEVER!
Patrick: There's that stupid noise again!	Oh, that's not a stupid noise. That's just Junior about to jump out of that two-story window.
Patrick: Oh. Both: JUNIOR!	Did you catch him?!
Patrick: No. Both: We're bad parents!	Junior? He's flying!
Patrick: I guess he's all grown up. Hey, what about Daddy? That's my boy.	Goodbye!
Patrick: Goodbye, Junior!	Well, Patrick, he doesn't need us anymore.
Patrick: This is the hardest part of every parent's life, I assume.	Despite all we've been through, it was worth it.
Patrick: Yeah... Let's have another. Narrator: Welcome to SpongeBob's House Party, with your host, Patchy the Pirate. There'll be punch, cookies, explosions, and a brand-new episode of SpongeBob SquarePants! Old-time crowd: Hooray! Narrator: Now live, from Encino, California, get ready for a warm embrace from our party host, Patchy the Pirate! Patchy: Hey, get off my lawn! Party? There ain't no party here. Go away! Potty: Bawk, come on in! Patchy: Hush, Potty, can't you see I'm trying to keep out the riffraff? Potty: Riffraff? That's our television audience, barnacle breath! Patchy: Oh, of course it is! I was just fooling! Welcome! Say, you didn't bring SpongeBob with you, did you? Gee, I sure hope he got his invitation.	I'd sure like to go to this party, but I can't read the invitation!
Patrick: Me neither.	Whoever sent this obviously has no idea about the physical limitations of life underwater! Well, might as well throw these in the fire.
Patchy: Ah, well, come on in. Let me introduce you around. This here's Minnie Mermaid. She's cooling off on account of she's been dancing her scales off, isn't that right, Minnie, huh, takin' a little breakie poo? Minnie: No, Patchy. Actually, I'm in here because if I wasn't, I would die. Patchy: Ha, ha! That's the spirit! Patchy: Huh, let's see, who else haven't you met? That's Longbeard the pirate. Hey, there Longbeard, long time no see! Neptune: Who dares to interrupt Neptune? Patchy: Sorry about that, Neppy. That's Neptune. He's king of the sea. You kids having fun? He-he.. whew! Hosting a party is hard work alright. That reminds me of a time when SpongeBob was hosting a party. Hey, you kids want to see that cartoon? You do? Well then, launch the cartoon! Narrator: Ah, the Barg'n-Mart. A consumer's paradise of brand-like items, stocked as far as the eye can see.	Boom! 19 seconds! That's a new record, Lou!
Lou: Uh, that's great, SpongeBob. $1.42.	But it's not an official record until we record it in the Book of Records. 19 seconds.
Lou: Okay, so it's a $1.42.	Sign here please. Initial here, and here, and here, and here. Oh look, it's a picture I took of you the first time I ever came here! Look at you, so young and happy! Where do the years go? Hey, what's that? Plan Your Own Party Kit? Hey Lou, how much?
Lou: For the Plan Your Own Party kit? Oh, we're having a special on those. Uh, they're free. But you have to leave... right now.	Let's see Gary, according to the Plan Your Own Party Kit, invitations are the first order of business.
Gary: Meow.	A guest list consisting only your closest acquaintances will set an intimate tone for the evening and provide soiree success. Well, you heard the man, Gary, only our closest friends.
Fred's dad: Who the barnacle is SpongeBob SquarePants? Mable: I believe you went to kindergarten with him, dear. Fred's dad: Kindergarten, huh? Oh yeah, SquarePants. Well, I guess it's time to move again.	Boy, Gary, this Plan Your Own Party Kit is a real life-saver. How else would I have known to make freshly-whipped clotted cream. Gary, you better call an astronomer, because this clotted cream is outta' this world! My piñata! Ooh, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot. The Plan Your Own Party Kit suggests creativity when stuffing your piñata, so I'm using deviled eggs.
Gary: Meow.	Good question Gary, but not to worry. The Plan Your Own Party Kit warns that unsupervised parties can lead to disaster. That's why I've taken the liberty of devising a schedule! 8:00-8:05: Guests arrive. 8:05-8:15: Opening remarks and general discussion. 8:15-8:27: Craft corner, followed by name tag distribution. At 8:27, we begin the qualifying rounds for our cracker-eating slash tongue-twister contest. 9:07: running charades. 9:38: charity apple-bob. 9:57: Electric jitterbug dance marathon, ladies' choice. At 10:09, things start cooking as I dig into my world-famous knock-knock joke vault!
Gary: Meow.	And as long as we stick to this schedule, our party is a guaranteed success. This is gonna be the coolest party ever!
Patchy: Ha, ha! Looks like it's smooth party sailing for SpongeBob so far. Now it's time for me to get my own party underway! Gather around, ye scurvy landlubbers, it's time to learn the peg legged dance o' happiness. Oh, it's quite simple really, all you need is a peg leg and some patience. And my instructional video series, only $29.95. Potty: Bawk! How tacky. Patchy: It's a $40 value, Potty! A $40 value! Now, it's very easy and loads of fun. Salt Water Sam: Hey, everybody, the band's here. Patchy: Band? What band? Potty: Bawk, the band I hired for the party. Patchy: A jolly idea, Potty. A little live musical get me shindig dug. Who'd you get? Barnacle Bill and the Seven Seas? Potty: No. Patchy: Seaweed Sally and her Cackling Turtle? Potty: No. Patchy: Oh, oh, I know: The First Mates. Potty: No. Patchy: Saltwater Sam, featuring the Brine Brothers. Potty: No. Patchy: Uh, Rusty Hinges and the Boys from the Brig? Potty: They broke up years ago. Patchy: Well, who else is there? Potty: The Bird Brains! Patchy: Oh.. Potty: The Bird Brains--They're better than all those other bands. Patchy: But they're just a bunch of birds. Lead Singer: Hello, Encino! Patchy: Potty, that's the worst sea shanty I've ever heard! I certainly hope it doesn't get any louder. Ohh! No, no, No! Stop the music! Stop! Look, boys, I know that you fellas sound good around the birdbath, but this here is basic cable! This is the big time! I'm afraid it's time for you to walk the plank. Lead Singer: You mean we're fired? Patchy: No. Go on, start jumping, or you'll be dealing with the business end of me sword! No! I forgot that you're birds! Ahh! Narrator: While Patchy pulls himself together, let's see how SpongeBob's party is shaping up.	Okay, Gary, get ready. It's almost 8:00! Here they come! Don't worry too much, Gary, it's only ten seconds past 8:00. Now it's 20 seconds past 8:00! Maybe no one got their invitations. 30 seconds past 8:00! Oh, I'm doomed! No one's coming. I'm the worst host ever! Oh, the first guest, and only forty seconds late.
Patrick: Hi, SpongeBob.	Welcome, Patrick! May I compliment you on being fashionably late? Can I get you a glass of punch?
Patrick: Sure?	Did you have any trouble finding the place? Here you are!
Patrick: Thanks.	So, the punch okay?
Patrick: Not bad, not bad.	Hmm, nice weather we're having.
Patrick: It's been very mild, yes.	Yep, it's mild season. Ahem. So, you read any... Oh, more party guests! Welcome, Mr. Krabs!
Mr. Krabs: Ahoy, SpongeBob!	Please let Gary take your coat, then allow me to offer you some hors d'oeuvres and a glass of punch.
Mr. Krabs: Don't mind if I do! Gary: Meow.	Two down, 175 to go. Oh, I almost forgot... These name tags eliminate the need for awkward introductions. Oh, more guests!
Patrick: Kcirtap si eman ym o77eh. I don't get it. Mr. Krabs: No, you dumb bunny, it says, Hello, my name is Patrick. Patrick: Nice to meet you Patrick. Mr. Krabs: Good one, Patrick! Patrick: Yeah.	What's going on here? The laughter isn't scheduled until 9:03! You want to throw a party, do it at your house, Patrick.
Patrick: Was he talking to me or you?	Squidward, you made it!
Squidward: My cable's out.	Oh, uh, sorry to hear about that.
Mr Krabs: So, uh, how's it going, Squidward? Squidward: Not bad.	I have you making mild conversation with Mr. Krabs from 10:41 to 10:47. But if you've got a case of the jabberjaws, I can hook you up with Scooter. Here are some topic cards to break the ice. Oh, someone's at the door!
Scooter: Mine says, 'What came first?: the oyster or the pearl?' You take the side of the pearl! Squidward: This is lame. Sadie: My card says, Discuss the philosophical nature of irony. What does yours say? Patrick: Nod politely. Mr. Krabs: What does yours say, Plankton? Plankton: Oh, uh, it says, 'Discuss the secret ingredient of the Krabby Patty formula.' How interesting. Mr. Krabs: Nice try, Plankton.	Well, it's about time. Okay, everyone, the last guest is about to arrive... 22 minutes late!
Tom: Hey, hey!	Attention, everyone. Attention please! Now that we're all here, I officially declare the party switch to be in the 'on' position! As soon as I get back from the coat room, we'll have a rundown of tonight's schedule. Try not to have too much fun without me! Seriously.
Narrator: (television version only) That includes you folks, SpongeBob's House Party will be right back after these messages. Ahoy there! Welcome back to SpongeBob's House Party!	Hey, Gare, got another coat for you. The party's going great, by the way. They're gonna be talking about this one for a long, long time. Well, back to work. Okay, everyone. Let's...huh? What's going on here? This is all wrong! What's happening to my party? No, no, no, no, no! Didn't you read the schedule? 10:00pm: Dance your pants off! 10:00pm! Let's try to stick to the schedule, shall we? Cake will be eaten at 8:52, everyone! 8:52! Hey, what's this?
Sandals: That's my breakfast!	Could I have everyone's attention please? Patrick! If everyone could take a seat on the couch please, while I sort this out. Thank you, thanks. Hey everybody, thanks for your patience. I know we've gotten off to a rocky start here, so I'm going to get us back on track. It is now 8:37, and we all know what that means! Time to read aloud from the newspaper comics! Okay, I think I'll start out with 'The Wisenheimers.' Okay, panel one: we see Roxy Wisenheimer with some sort of rake. Wait, I can't read from this! This is yesterday's paper. I'll just go grab today's paper. SpongeBob, you sure know how to throw a party. What would they do without you? Locked out?
Sandy: This song's got a great beat. Patrick: Yeah. Knock, knock.	Gee, I wonder why they don't hear me? Oh no! They're not using the topic cards! They're ad-libbing! Now they're mad at Patrick! He's hogging the deviled eggs! Look at those poor souls, they're so bored, they've gone mad! Oh, no. The party's falling into chaos without my hosting talents to guide it.
Patrick: So, do you come here often? Mrs. Puff: No. Patrick: Hello, SquarePants residence. What? I'm sorry, what?	Patrick, it's me, SpongeBob!
Patrick: You wanna talk to SpongeBob?	Yes... no, Patrick! I'm SpongeBob! I'm outside!
Patrick: Okay, hold on. SpongeBob, you out here? Phone's for you!	What? I-. No! Patrick! Wait!
Patrick: Sorry, he's not out there. Scooter: Hey, dude, if you're looking for SpongeBob, he's over by the punch bowl. Patrick: Thanks. Here you go, SpongeBob.	Phone in punch bowl? That's not even on the schedule!
Larry: Larry, my man, you are looking good enough to eat! Could use a little teeth whitener, though. I'm sure SpongeBob won't mind. Hey, check out his crazy comb.	Oh, no, sounds like someone's rummaging through my medicine cabinet. I hope they don't touch my special comb.
Larry: Well, I think I've aired it up enough. Hey, this party's finally starting to pick up.	I hope this doesn't interfere with finger puppet theater at 9:20! If I don't get back inside soon and restore order, there might not be enough time for the scheduled events!
Pearl: Gee, SpongeBob really knows how to throw a great party! Mrs. Puff: Oh, yes, everything is quite lovely. Eww, although I don't care for his taste of paintings.	I don't even know how that happened. Well, I have no choice. I'm gonna have to tunnel back in! Okay, everybody, don't panic, the host has returned. I can take losing the topic cards and the phone in the punch bowl, but... ...I was supposed to lead the bunny hop! This is a bunch of barnacles! I'm breaking in!
Officer John: Well, well, well. What do we have here? A burglar bunny. Why do they do it, O'Malley? Officer O'Malley: I don't know. It's probably how he gets his kicks. Officer John: You criminals make me sick.	I'm no criminal! I live here! I'm...I'm throwing a party. I got locked out, I swear!
Officer John: Well, why didn't you say so? What a terrible misunderstanding! Officer O'Malley: You have a nice party now, sir.	Boy, for a second there, I thought I was going to be arrested for breaking into my own house. What an ironic twist that would have been.
Officer John: Hey, wait a second, if you're throwing a party. Why weren't we invited?	But, I didn't know. Plan Your Own Party Kit didn't mention the police.
Officer O'Malley: Whoa, whoa, okay, motor-mouth, tell it to the judge. Oh no, these cuffs are broken. Officer John: Huh, we can't bring him in in broken cuffs. I got an old pair in the car we can use.	Is it too late to offer you some punch?

Patrick: Let me see! Hey, he's kinda cute. Uh-oh! I think somebody's hungry!

Is it true? Are you hungry?

Junior: Cheep-cheep-cheep-cheep!

I've got just the thing. How would you like a Krabby Patty?

Patrick: SpongeBob SquarePants, are you crazy? That's not the right food for a little fella like him!

Of course not. I don't know what I was thinking. What he needs is a tiny Krabby Patty.

Junior: Blech!

Huh? No one's ever turned down one of these before.

Patrick: Let's try a doughnut.

French fries?

Junior: Unh-unh. Patrick: A doughnut?

All we have left is this apple.

Worm: Hello, sea creatures! I bring you greetings from Apple World!

Of course! Scallops love worms.

Worm: Huh, wait! We will bury you!

Well, you should be good for the rest of the...

Patrick: What now?

I don't know! Aww, don't cry.

Patrick: Do something, SpongeBob!

Uhh...uhh...uhh... Blah-blah-blah! Look at the funny face! Doo, doo-doo, doo-doo! Look at the funny face! Look at the funny face!

Patrick: Wait! I think I might know the problem. Yep, that's it, alright. Hold on just one second. There he is, good as new.

How did you know?

Patrick: How do you think? And I've been doing it all by myself for almost a year.

Wow, I'm sure glad you're here.

Patrick: I know, good thing there's two of us.

You know, Patrick, since this scallop doesn't have parents, we should raise it ourselves.

Patrick: Yeah. At least until it's old enough to be on its own. Oh, I wanna be the mom!

I don't think you can be the mom, Patrick, because you never wear a shirt.

Patrick: You're right. If I was a mom..., ...this would be kind of shocking. Just call me Daddy! Montage: Patrick: It sure is cute when it's asleep.

Yeah. Shh!

Patrick: Hey, SpongeBob?

Yes, Patrick?

Patrick: I never thought being a parent could be this much fun.

Me neither.

Patrick: Well, good night, SpongeBob.

Good night, Patrick. Patrick, breakfast is ready.

Patrick: Alright! All this parenting stuff makes me hungry. Hey, Junior, how are you doing today? SpongeBob?

Yes, Patrick?

Patrick: Kid's got a stinky.

Can you take care of him? My hands are kind of full.

Patrick: Ahh. Wish I could, but I gotta get going.

Going? Where are you going?

Patrick: I'm goin' to work. I'm the dad, remember?

You mean I have to do all this baby stuff myself?

Patrick: I'll give you a break tonight when I get home. Don't you two stop being adorable.

Okay.

Patrick: Phew! What a day.

Oh, great, you're home. Now you can help me with the baby.

Patrick: Aw, gee, SpongeBob, I'd love to, but I'm totally beat from work.

Huh?

Patrick: That guy got hit in the head with a coconut!

Patrick, what about my break?

Patrick: Oh yeah, your break. Uh, tomorrow, I promise.

Uhh, okay, tomorrow.

Narrator: Tomorrow... Patrick: Phew! Another tough day.

Oh, Patrick, I'm so glad you're home after working all day. I can't wait for my break.

Patrick: Work was a killer. I need my chair.

Patrick, I really need my...

Patrick: Tomorrow for sure. Narrator: Tomorrow for sure...

Patrick?

Patrick: I'll get to it eventually... Narrator: Eventually...

Uhhh?

Patrick: Uhhh. Narrator: Uhhh...

Patrick Star, we need to talk.

Patrick: Just one more minute, I gotta...

Don't 'one more minute' me, Mr. Man!

Patrick: Hey, I'm missin' the coconut!

You haven't been helping at all with Junior! We made a commitment and you're not doing your share! You never do anything.

Patrick: I changed his diaper!

Yeah, once.

Patrick: He's only this big. How many diapers could he possibly use?

Hmmm?

Patrick: Oh, that's not so much.

Hmmm?

Patrick: So?

Hmmm? Hmmm? Hmmm?!

Patrick: I have no idea! What kind of a father am I?! Oh! I'll make it up to you, buddy. I promise.

So, what's the plan for the day?

Patrick: No more foolin' around. From now on, I'm Super-Dad! I'll work straight through lunch so I can get home on time. So make sure you save a big ol' stinky diaper for me to change, and you can take the night off, pal.

Great, so I'll see you at six o'clock.

Patrick: Six o'clock.

Six o'clock.

Patrick: Six o'clock.

Six o'clock.

Patrick: Six o'clock.

Six o'clock.

Patrick: Six o'clock. Narrator: 12:00 midnight. Patrick: Oh, that was some party! Oh, hey, SpongeBob. Hey, Junior. What? What?!

Oh, nothing.

Patrick: Oh, what a relief. For a second there, I thought you were mad at me.

Do you remember what you said to me this morning?

Patrick: Somethin' about root beer, right?

No.

Patrick: Oh, wait, wait, let me guess. I give up.

Does... You can take the night off, pal! ...ring a bell?

Patrick: I don't need this.

What?! Where do you think you're going?

Patrick: I'm going back to work!

Work?!

Patrick: He got hit in the head with two coconuts!

So, this is work?

Patrick: You know, it's not as easy as it looks. Sometimes, I gotta move the antenna, sometimes, I lose the remote, and sometimes, my butt itches real bad!

Oh, you poor, poor thing. By the way, you forgot your briefcase!

Patrick: Oh, so this is the thanks I get for working overtime?

OVERTIME?!

Patrick: Yeah, overtime, pal!

Oh, boy, yeah, you're working!

Patrick: You know what that means?

And that's the kind of work you're doing?

Patrick: It means working when you're just too tired to work!

Show me where I can sign up for this, because I've been working my fingers to the bone!

Patrick: You just keep going on working and working!

You never help! NEVER!

Patrick: There's that stupid noise again!

Oh, that's not a stupid noise. That's just Junior about to jump out of that two-story window.

Patrick: Oh. Both: JUNIOR!

Did you catch him?!

Patrick: No. Both: We're bad parents!

Junior? He's flying!

Patrick: I guess he's all grown up. Hey, what about Daddy? That's my boy.

Goodbye!

Patrick: Goodbye, Junior!

Well, Patrick, he doesn't need us anymore.

Patrick: This is the hardest part of every parent's life, I assume.

Despite all we've been through, it was worth it.

Patrick: Yeah... Let's have another. Narrator: Welcome to SpongeBob's House Party, with your host, Patchy the Pirate. There'll be punch, cookies, explosions, and a brand-new episode of SpongeBob SquarePants! Old-time crowd: Hooray! Narrator: Now live, from Encino, California, get ready for a warm embrace from our party host, Patchy the Pirate! Patchy: Hey, get off my lawn! Party? There ain't no party here. Go away! Potty: Bawk, come on in! Patchy: Hush, Potty, can't you see I'm trying to keep out the riffraff? Potty: Riffraff? That's our television audience, barnacle breath! Patchy: Oh, of course it is! I was just fooling! Welcome! Say, you didn't bring SpongeBob with you, did you? Gee, I sure hope he got his invitation.

I'd sure like to go to this party, but I can't read the invitation!

Patrick: Me neither.

Whoever sent this obviously has no idea about the physical limitations of life underwater! Well, might as well throw these in the fire.

Patchy: Ah, well, come on in. Let me introduce you around. This here's Minnie Mermaid. She's cooling off on account of she's been dancing her scales off, isn't that right, Minnie, huh, takin' a little breakie poo? Minnie: No, Patchy. Actually, I'm in here because if I wasn't, I would die. Patchy: Ha, ha! That's the spirit! Patchy: Huh, let's see, who else haven't you met? That's Longbeard the pirate. Hey, there Longbeard, long time no see! Neptune: Who dares to interrupt Neptune? Patchy: Sorry about that, Neppy. That's Neptune. He's king of the sea. You kids having fun? He-he.. whew! Hosting a party is hard work alright. That reminds me of a time when SpongeBob was hosting a party. Hey, you kids want to see that cartoon? You do? Well then, launch the cartoon! Narrator: Ah, the Barg'n-Mart. A consumer's paradise of brand-like items, stocked as far as the eye can see.

Boom! 19 seconds! That's a new record, Lou!

Lou: Uh, that's great, SpongeBob. $1.42.

But it's not an official record until we record it in the Book of Records. 19 seconds.

Lou: Okay, so it's a $1.42.

Sign here please. Initial here, and here, and here, and here. Oh look, it's a picture I took of you the first time I ever came here! Look at you, so young and happy! Where do the years go? Hey, what's that? Plan Your Own Party Kit? Hey Lou, how much?

Lou: For the Plan Your Own Party kit? Oh, we're having a special on those. Uh, they're free. But you have to leave... right now.

Let's see Gary, according to the Plan Your Own Party Kit, invitations are the first order of business.

Gary: Meow.

A guest list consisting only your closest acquaintances will set an intimate tone for the evening and provide soiree success. Well, you heard the man, Gary, only our closest friends.

Fred's dad: Who the barnacle is SpongeBob SquarePants? Mable: I believe you went to kindergarten with him, dear. Fred's dad: Kindergarten, huh? Oh yeah, SquarePants. Well, I guess it's time to move again.

Boy, Gary, this Plan Your Own Party Kit is a real life-saver. How else would I have known to make freshly-whipped clotted cream. Gary, you better call an astronomer, because this clotted cream is outta' this world! My piñata! Ooh, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot. The Plan Your Own Party Kit suggests creativity when stuffing your piñata, so I'm using deviled eggs.

Gary: Meow.

Good question Gary, but not to worry. The Plan Your Own Party Kit warns that unsupervised parties can lead to disaster. That's why I've taken the liberty of devising a schedule! 8:00-8:05: Guests arrive. 8:05-8:15: Opening remarks and general discussion. 8:15-8:27: Craft corner, followed by name tag distribution. At 8:27, we begin the qualifying rounds for our cracker-eating slash tongue-twister contest. 9:07: running charades. 9:38: charity apple-bob. 9:57: Electric jitterbug dance marathon, ladies' choice. At 10:09, things start cooking as I dig into my world-famous knock-knock joke vault!

Gary: Meow.

And as long as we stick to this schedule, our party is a guaranteed success. This is gonna be the coolest party ever!

Patchy: Ha, ha! Looks like it's smooth party sailing for SpongeBob so far. Now it's time for me to get my own party underway! Gather around, ye scurvy landlubbers, it's time to learn the peg legged dance o' happiness. Oh, it's quite simple really, all you need is a peg leg and some patience. And my instructional video series, only $29.95. Potty: Bawk! How tacky. Patchy: It's a $40 value, Potty! A $40 value! Now, it's very easy and loads of fun. Salt Water Sam: Hey, everybody, the band's here. Patchy: Band? What band? Potty: Bawk, the band I hired for the party. Patchy: A jolly idea, Potty. A little live musical get me shindig dug. Who'd you get? Barnacle Bill and the Seven Seas? Potty: No. Patchy: Seaweed Sally and her Cackling Turtle? Potty: No. Patchy: Oh, oh, I know: The First Mates. Potty: No. Patchy: Saltwater Sam, featuring the Brine Brothers. Potty: No. Patchy: Uh, Rusty Hinges and the Boys from the Brig? Potty: They broke up years ago. Patchy: Well, who else is there? Potty: The Bird Brains! Patchy: Oh.. Potty: The Bird Brains--They're better than all those other bands. Patchy: But they're just a bunch of birds. Lead Singer: Hello, Encino! Patchy: Potty, that's the worst sea shanty I've ever heard! I certainly hope it doesn't get any louder. Ohh! No, no, No! Stop the music! Stop! Look, boys, I know that you fellas sound good around the birdbath, but this here is basic cable! This is the big time! I'm afraid it's time for you to walk the plank. Lead Singer: You mean we're fired? Patchy: No. Go on, start jumping, or you'll be dealing with the business end of me sword! No! I forgot that you're birds! Ahh! Narrator: While Patchy pulls himself together, let's see how SpongeBob's party is shaping up.

Okay, Gary, get ready. It's almost 8:00! Here they come! Don't worry too much, Gary, it's only ten seconds past 8:00. Now it's 20 seconds past 8:00! Maybe no one got their invitations. 30 seconds past 8:00! Oh, I'm doomed! No one's coming. I'm the worst host ever! Oh, the first guest, and only forty seconds late.

Patrick: Hi, SpongeBob.

Welcome, Patrick! May I compliment you on being fashionably late? Can I get you a glass of punch?

Patrick: Sure?

Did you have any trouble finding the place? Here you are!

Patrick: Thanks.

So, the punch okay?

Patrick: Not bad, not bad.

Hmm, nice weather we're having.

Patrick: It's been very mild, yes.

Yep, it's mild season. Ahem. So, you read any... Oh, more party guests! Welcome, Mr. Krabs!

Mr. Krabs: Ahoy, SpongeBob!

Please let Gary take your coat, then allow me to offer you some hors d'oeuvres and a glass of punch.

Mr. Krabs: Don't mind if I do! Gary: Meow.

Two down, 175 to go. Oh, I almost forgot... These name tags eliminate the need for awkward introductions. Oh, more guests!

Patrick: Kcirtap si eman ym o77eh. I don't get it. Mr. Krabs: No, you dumb bunny, it says, Hello, my name is Patrick. Patrick: Nice to meet you Patrick. Mr. Krabs: Good one, Patrick! Patrick: Yeah.

What's going on here? The laughter isn't scheduled until 9:03! You want to throw a party, do it at your house, Patrick.

Patrick: Was he talking to me or you?

Squidward, you made it!

Squidward: My cable's out.

Oh, uh, sorry to hear about that.

Mr Krabs: So, uh, how's it going, Squidward? Squidward: Not bad.

I have you making mild conversation with Mr. Krabs from 10:41 to 10:47. But if you've got a case of the jabberjaws, I can hook you up with Scooter. Here are some topic cards to break the ice. Oh, someone's at the door!

Scooter: Mine says, 'What came first?: the oyster or the pearl?' You take the side of the pearl! Squidward: This is lame. Sadie: My card says, Discuss the philosophical nature of irony. What does yours say? Patrick: Nod politely. Mr. Krabs: What does yours say, Plankton? Plankton: Oh, uh, it says, 'Discuss the secret ingredient of the Krabby Patty formula.' How interesting. Mr. Krabs: Nice try, Plankton.

Well, it's about time. Okay, everyone, the last guest is about to arrive... 22 minutes late!

Tom: Hey, hey!

Attention, everyone. Attention please! Now that we're all here, I officially declare the party switch to be in the 'on' position! As soon as I get back from the coat room, we'll have a rundown of tonight's schedule. Try not to have too much fun without me! Seriously.

Narrator: (television version only) That includes you folks, SpongeBob's House Party will be right back after these messages. Ahoy there! Welcome back to SpongeBob's House Party!

Hey, Gare, got another coat for you. The party's going great, by the way. They're gonna be talking about this one for a long, long time. Well, back to work. Okay, everyone. Let's...huh? What's going on here? This is all wrong! What's happening to my party? No, no, no, no, no! Didn't you read the schedule? 10:00pm: Dance your pants off! 10:00pm! Let's try to stick to the schedule, shall we? Cake will be eaten at 8:52, everyone! 8:52! Hey, what's this?

Sandals: That's my breakfast!

Could I have everyone's attention please? Patrick! If everyone could take a seat on the couch please, while I sort this out. Thank you, thanks. Hey everybody, thanks for your patience. I know we've gotten off to a rocky start here, so I'm going to get us back on track. It is now 8:37, and we all know what that means! Time to read aloud from the newspaper comics! Okay, I think I'll start out with 'The Wisenheimers.' Okay, panel one: we see Roxy Wisenheimer with some sort of rake. Wait, I can't read from this! This is yesterday's paper. I'll just go grab today's paper. SpongeBob, you sure know how to throw a party. What would they do without you? Locked out?

Sandy: This song's got a great beat. Patrick: Yeah. Knock, knock.

Gee, I wonder why they don't hear me? Oh no! They're not using the topic cards! They're ad-libbing! Now they're mad at Patrick! He's hogging the deviled eggs! Look at those poor souls, they're so bored, they've gone mad! Oh, no. The party's falling into chaos without my hosting talents to guide it.

Patrick: So, do you come here often? Mrs. Puff: No. Patrick: Hello, SquarePants residence. What? I'm sorry, what?

Patrick, it's me, SpongeBob!

Patrick: You wanna talk to SpongeBob?

Yes... no, Patrick! I'm SpongeBob! I'm outside!

Patrick: Okay, hold on. SpongeBob, you out here? Phone's for you!

What? I-. No! Patrick! Wait!

Patrick: Sorry, he's not out there. Scooter: Hey, dude, if you're looking for SpongeBob, he's over by the punch bowl. Patrick: Thanks. Here you go, SpongeBob.

Phone in punch bowl? That's not even on the schedule!

Larry: Larry, my man, you are looking good enough to eat! Could use a little teeth whitener, though. I'm sure SpongeBob won't mind. Hey, check out his crazy comb.

Oh, no, sounds like someone's rummaging through my medicine cabinet. I hope they don't touch my special comb.

Larry: Well, I think I've aired it up enough. Hey, this party's finally starting to pick up.

I hope this doesn't interfere with finger puppet theater at 9:20! If I don't get back inside soon and restore order, there might not be enough time for the scheduled events!

Pearl: Gee, SpongeBob really knows how to throw a great party! Mrs. Puff: Oh, yes, everything is quite lovely. Eww, although I don't care for his taste of paintings.

I don't even know how that happened. Well, I have no choice. I'm gonna have to tunnel back in! Okay, everybody, don't panic, the host has returned. I can take losing the topic cards and the phone in the punch bowl, but... ...I was supposed to lead the bunny hop! This is a bunch of barnacles! I'm breaking in!

Officer John: Well, well, well. What do we have here? A burglar bunny. Why do they do it, O'Malley? Officer O'Malley: I don't know. It's probably how he gets his kicks. Officer John: You criminals make me sick.

I'm no criminal! I live here! I'm...I'm throwing a party. I got locked out, I swear!

Officer John: Well, why didn't you say so? What a terrible misunderstanding! Officer O'Malley: You have a nice party now, sir.

Boy, for a second there, I thought I was going to be arrested for breaking into my own house. What an ironic twist that would have been.

Officer John: Hey, wait a second, if you're throwing a party. Why weren't we invited?

But, I didn't know. Plan Your Own Party Kit didn't mention the police.

Officer O'Malley: Whoa, whoa, okay, motor-mouth, tell it to the judge. Oh no, these cuffs are broken. Officer John: Huh, we can't bring him in in broken cuffs. I got an old pair in the car we can use.

Is it too late to offer you some punch?