07x10 - A Day Without Tears/Summer Job
Posted: 06/01/22 06:08
- Are you ready, kids?
Aye, aye, Captain!
- I can't hear you.
Aye, aye, Captain!
Spongebob Squarepants!
Spongebob Squarepants!
Spongebob Squarepants!
Spongebob Squarepants! - Ready?
Spongebob Squarepants!
Spongebob Squarepants!
Spongebob Squarepants!
- Spongebob
Squarepants!
Delivery for Mr. Squidward tentacles.
Hello?
Anybody here?
- Squidward's not at his post.
There's something missing.
- Hello?
Yoo-hoo, mail delivery.
- Hello, I'm Squidward.
Welcome to the krusty krab,
where we never leave our post.
And how may I help you on this fine day?
- Right.
- Hey.
It's hard to get my beauty sleep
when people keep dropping junk on my head.
Hooray!
Yahoo!
Whoopee!
Whoopee!
Whoo-- - pee!
- Whoo--
- pee.
- Whoop-- - pee!
- Avast, there.
What are you all happy about?
- I'm on my happy break, Mister Krabs.
- You I'm used to.
Why is he so happy?
- I'm holding a package
from famous producer buddy barracuda.
I sent him my play, and how he's gonna produce it.
I quit.
So long, losers.
Let's see here. Oh, yeah.
"Thank you for submitting your play
strokes of genius.
"Your work speaks volumes about you as an artist,
"a person, and a member of society.
"So it is with great pleasure that we announce
we will not be doing your play."
- Hey, Squidward!
You're back from your amazing success as a play writer.
- And your shirt,
is that a cotton-poly blend?
Fancy.
And just look at your stylish new hairdo.
Say, is that a copy of your play?
Oh, my goodness!
Are you gonna put on your amazing play
at our little old krusty krab?
Oh, you are a true patron of the arts, Squidward.
- Well, I suppose that could work.
If people see my play,
they'll recognize my genius,
and I'll become famous, and...
- Whoa, whoa, whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa.
Me customers come here for greasy food at high prices,
not for singing and dancing.
- But my play doesn't have singing and--
- but, Mister Krabs, people pay to eat, right?
- Of course.
- And they would pay to watch a play, right?
- Uh, I suppose.
- Well, if they eat and watch a play,
you can charge twice as much.
- Really? How 'bout four times as much?
- Well, I don't see why not.
- Well...
Okay, but only on one condition,
that you both keep working,
'cause if just one krabby Patty is late,
I'm shutting you down.
- Hmm, now, what will we call
this eating dinner and watching theater?
- Dinner theater?
- Oh, sure.
- No, come on. Let's get serious.
We need a title that sounds...
Dramatic.
Got it!
We'll call it "singy eaty time."
- But, Spongebob, there's no singing in my--
- I love it!
- Wow, look at all these aspiring actors
wanting to take part in my genius.
- Whoa-ho-ho-ho!
And all of them willing to work for no pay.
- Did I get the part?
- You've got all the parts.
- Yeah!
Yeah!
- And we let him handle our food?
- Hmm, "singy eaty time with Squidward tentacles."
Hello, can I order?
Hello?
- It's time.
Places, people.
Places.
- Please take your seats.
- Dim the house lights.
Bring up the stage lights.
Raise the curtain.
- How much am I getting for this?
- Unto this world, an octopus was born,
a cephalopod with promise and potential.
- Um, I'd like a double krabby meal
with extra kelp.
- Go away, go away. Shoo, shoo.
- What did I tell you?
You do your job, or I'm shutting you down.
- Fine.
He had promise until he came
to work here at the krusty krab,
serving local morons
heart-stopping, artery-clogging garbage
masquerading as food.
- Yah-hey!
- At the krusty krab, his talent was wasted.
- Excuse me.
Can I get a refill?
- No, you ca-- - Squidward.
Yes, you can.
But who will refill the empty chasm in my soul?
- I don't know, man.
I don't know.
- His life shattered,
is there any task too demeaning for our hero?
- Hey, my krabby Patty doesn't have ketchup.
- It would appear not.
No ketchup?
That's terrible.
Here, let me help you with that.
Would any of you want this job?
Mm-mm.
- Squidward, you get that customer a fresh Patty
with ketchup, now.
And don't forget to charge him again.
- And then there's skinflint boss.
- What's that, Mr. Squidward?
- Um, but Mister Krabs, I'm acting.
- Oh, well, that's okay then.
But get him a krabby Patty.
- Fine.
Spongebob, one krabby Patty with ketchup.
And now we come to the worst part of my job,
working with him.
The--um--
uh, the-- dah...
I forgot my line.
- You don't have any lines!
- I don't?
- No, just stand there
and act like...
Yourself.
I can do that.
One krabby Patty coming up.
Ooh, what is this?
A stray wrapper in my kitchen?
Oh, the trash is full.
I had better call the garbage truck.
- Talent.
Outstanding.
Thank you.
That'll do.
But lo and behold...
- Hey, man, where's my krabby Patty?
- His genius was unrecognized.
- Come on, man.
I just want my Patty.
- Yeah, me too.
- Taken for granted,
uncredited, overlooked,
ignored...
- Disrespected,
unappreciated,
unloved.
But worst of all...
Underpaid.
It's funny,
'cause it's true.
- He's done. Order.
- And furthermore...
Oh, there's forevermore.
- Unfulfilled.
In a word, his myriad of talents were...Wasted.
- Oh, come on!
We want krabby patties.
We want krabby patties.
- Squidward, you still haven't given me customers
their crabby patties.
- All right.
Spongebob, where's that Patty?
- Boop, boop, boop, boop, boop.
What have I done?
Have I let the lure of theater production
get between me and my patties?
Squidward, forgive me.
I let the glamour of the stage
distract me from my true calling,
making sure that every krabby Patty I prepare
is the best it can be.
- No, Squidward, no.
Those patties aren't fit for public consumption.
- Here, enjoy.
Oh, come on.
All that waiting for this?
- Oh, puh-lease.
You wouldn't know quality
if it hit you in the face.
Doh!
I said if it hit you in the face.
- Whoa-ho-ho-ho.
That was worth the wait.
I'll take two more.
- I'll take five.
- I want to throw something at him.
- Hey, yeah, we all want to throw something at him.
- Quiet!
Gentle patrons, krabby patties are meant to be eaten,
not flung.
Think of all the joy
these greasy, juicy patties
and their attendant condiments have given you.
- Gosh, he's right.
- We shouldn't be so disrespectful
of our favorite meal.
Bless you all.
- I like throwing food.
- Doh!
Food fight!
Doh!
- And for you?
- I'll take .
- Do you have anything heavier?
- Certainly.
- Oh, boy.
- Squidward. Squidward!
Good news.
The play is such a success,
I've added two more shows and a matinee.
Break a leg tomorrow.
- D'oh.
- Ahh, the eternal expanse of the deep sea,
teeming with fantastic creatures...
Uh...teeming...
I'm sure they're around here somewhere.
Ah-ha!
Oh, that's a rock.
Where is everybody?
Egh!
It is just Spongebob.
Watch and witness
one of the rarest and mysterious rituals of the deep,
the staring contest.
- Patrick, wow. - What?
- You are the best starer I've ever stared at.
- Oh, staring contest.
I thought it was a blinking contest
and I was losing.
- Hark, Patrick.
Do you hear something?
Thunk!
Hmm, it's a letter for Sandy,
all the way from Texas.
We better deliver it.
Sandy!
Oh, it's not opening.
- Hey, Spongebob,
I have something that might help.
- "How to open things."
Brilliant, Patrick!
I saw the movie, but I never read the book.
- Uh, okay.
Garbage cans...No.
Jar...no.
Box...no.
Sandy's door!
"Twist to the left."
- Oh, I was twisting to the right.
- A common mistake, my good friend.
Allow me.
Okay, time to open this.
- Hi-ya!
Trying a ninja sneak attack?
Hi-ya!
Well, you're still no match for my squirrel fu.
It's a letter from my twin brother Randy.
- Do you mind?
- Not at all. Read on.
- Doesn't bother me.
- Get out of my suit!
Well, golly.
Randy says the rodeo's come to town.
I've got to head back to Texas
and defend my championship title.
- Championship title? For what?
- You got cotton in your ears?
- Mm, no, it's not cotton.
It's actually an old moldy piece of krabby Patty.
- Is your championship title for jellyfishing?
- No. - Karate?
- No!
- Perhaps the science fair, then.
- No, it's my rodeo championship on the line.
- Rodeo?
What does "rodeo" mean?
Yee-haw!
- Clowns?
Don't go, Sandy.
It's too risky.
- I must.
It's my duty.
- Oh, this is terrible.
We can't let Sandy go all alone.
It's too dangerous up there, right, Patrick?
- Eh, I'm in-diff-er-ent.
- How could we live with ourselves
if Sandy got hurt and we weren't there to help?
Why, I wouldn't be able to look at myself.
- Look at yourself?
How do you do that?
Whoa.
Eeeh-yah!
- Patrick!
This is no time for silly games.
Sandy needs us.
You understand?
Patrick?
Patrick?
- No more tight jeans!
- Oh, I'm sure someone else will help me.
So there you have it, Mister Krabs.
Sandy really needs our help.
- Okay, explain it to me again,
but this time, take out anything
that doesn't have to do with money.
Uh-huh, that's what I thought.
- I need to find someone with compassion,
someone who selflessly helps others
with no concern for his own safety.
I need...A hero.
Oh, Squidward!
Sandy is in terrible trouble.
You've go to help me save her.
- Oh, no, Sally's in trouble?
- Uh, Sandy.
- Don't worry, Spongebob.
Just wait right here.
I'll get my emergency squirrel rescue kit.
- Right-o, Mr. Tentacles, sir.
- Just don't panic.
Well, there's one last person I can ask.
Plankton!
- What?
- Sandy's in trouble.
I need help rescuing her.
- I'm kind of busy right now.
- Jeepers, it'll only take a minute.
- Yeah, uh, I'd love to help,
but I really got to go.
Ouch.
Well, I'm going to go save Sandy
whether anyone wants to help or not.
I guess it's just you and me, Gary.
Let's go.
Gary the snail,
did you plan on staying here while Sandy is possibly
in trouble somewhere up there?
- She's the squirrel.
No, brown.
Gary, what does that have to do--
you too, huh?
Well, we'll see about that.
Eh, pudding.
Eh, pudding.
- Good morning.
- Spongebob, what's the meaning of this?
- Sandy's in trouble, and I need all of your help
to save her from the horrors of the rodeo.
There are clowns there!
- Spongebob, the next time you "invite" me
to one of your slumber parties,
I'm calling the cops.
What the--
Spongebob!
- Yes, Squidward?
- I am disgruntled.
- Where in the devil are we?
- It's...texas.
- What's that, boy? You see Sandy?
- And she's... riding a bullfrog?
- Yee-haw!
- Ahoy, Sandy!
Gall darn it!
You city slickers made me lose the rodeo.
Why are you here, anyways?
- To help save you from this rodeo thing.
- I don't need to be saved.
Watch out!
That old bullfrog's got a flea on its flanks,
and he's coming right at ya!
- Did we save Sandy?
- No, Patrick, we didn't.
- Did we make any money?
- Aw, cactus.
That ol' bullfrog's got Spongebob.
Hang on, old buddy.
Next time, leave the rodeos to me.
- Aw, nuts.
Aye, aye, Captain!
- I can't hear you.
Aye, aye, Captain!
Spongebob Squarepants!
Spongebob Squarepants!
Spongebob Squarepants!
Spongebob Squarepants! - Ready?
Spongebob Squarepants!
Spongebob Squarepants!
Spongebob Squarepants!
- Spongebob
Squarepants!
Delivery for Mr. Squidward tentacles.
Hello?
Anybody here?
- Squidward's not at his post.
There's something missing.
- Hello?
Yoo-hoo, mail delivery.
- Hello, I'm Squidward.
Welcome to the krusty krab,
where we never leave our post.
And how may I help you on this fine day?
- Right.
- Hey.
It's hard to get my beauty sleep
when people keep dropping junk on my head.
Hooray!
Yahoo!
Whoopee!
Whoopee!
Whoo-- - pee!
- Whoo--
- pee.
- Whoop-- - pee!
- Avast, there.
What are you all happy about?
- I'm on my happy break, Mister Krabs.
- You I'm used to.
Why is he so happy?
- I'm holding a package
from famous producer buddy barracuda.
I sent him my play, and how he's gonna produce it.
I quit.
So long, losers.
Let's see here. Oh, yeah.
"Thank you for submitting your play
strokes of genius.
"Your work speaks volumes about you as an artist,
"a person, and a member of society.
"So it is with great pleasure that we announce
we will not be doing your play."
- Hey, Squidward!
You're back from your amazing success as a play writer.
- And your shirt,
is that a cotton-poly blend?
Fancy.
And just look at your stylish new hairdo.
Say, is that a copy of your play?
Oh, my goodness!
Are you gonna put on your amazing play
at our little old krusty krab?
Oh, you are a true patron of the arts, Squidward.
- Well, I suppose that could work.
If people see my play,
they'll recognize my genius,
and I'll become famous, and...
- Whoa, whoa, whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa.
Me customers come here for greasy food at high prices,
not for singing and dancing.
- But my play doesn't have singing and--
- but, Mister Krabs, people pay to eat, right?
- Of course.
- And they would pay to watch a play, right?
- Uh, I suppose.
- Well, if they eat and watch a play,
you can charge twice as much.
- Really? How 'bout four times as much?
- Well, I don't see why not.
- Well...
Okay, but only on one condition,
that you both keep working,
'cause if just one krabby Patty is late,
I'm shutting you down.
- Hmm, now, what will we call
this eating dinner and watching theater?
- Dinner theater?
- Oh, sure.
- No, come on. Let's get serious.
We need a title that sounds...
Dramatic.
Got it!
We'll call it "singy eaty time."
- But, Spongebob, there's no singing in my--
- I love it!
- Wow, look at all these aspiring actors
wanting to take part in my genius.
- Whoa-ho-ho-ho!
And all of them willing to work for no pay.
- Did I get the part?
- You've got all the parts.
- Yeah!
Yeah!
- And we let him handle our food?
- Hmm, "singy eaty time with Squidward tentacles."
Hello, can I order?
Hello?
- It's time.
Places, people.
Places.
- Please take your seats.
- Dim the house lights.
Bring up the stage lights.
Raise the curtain.
- How much am I getting for this?
- Unto this world, an octopus was born,
a cephalopod with promise and potential.
- Um, I'd like a double krabby meal
with extra kelp.
- Go away, go away. Shoo, shoo.
- What did I tell you?
You do your job, or I'm shutting you down.
- Fine.
He had promise until he came
to work here at the krusty krab,
serving local morons
heart-stopping, artery-clogging garbage
masquerading as food.
- Yah-hey!
- At the krusty krab, his talent was wasted.
- Excuse me.
Can I get a refill?
- No, you ca-- - Squidward.
Yes, you can.
But who will refill the empty chasm in my soul?
- I don't know, man.
I don't know.
- His life shattered,
is there any task too demeaning for our hero?
- Hey, my krabby Patty doesn't have ketchup.
- It would appear not.
No ketchup?
That's terrible.
Here, let me help you with that.
Would any of you want this job?
Mm-mm.
- Squidward, you get that customer a fresh Patty
with ketchup, now.
And don't forget to charge him again.
- And then there's skinflint boss.
- What's that, Mr. Squidward?
- Um, but Mister Krabs, I'm acting.
- Oh, well, that's okay then.
But get him a krabby Patty.
- Fine.
Spongebob, one krabby Patty with ketchup.
And now we come to the worst part of my job,
working with him.
The--um--
uh, the-- dah...
I forgot my line.
- You don't have any lines!
- I don't?
- No, just stand there
and act like...
Yourself.
I can do that.
One krabby Patty coming up.
Ooh, what is this?
A stray wrapper in my kitchen?
Oh, the trash is full.
I had better call the garbage truck.
- Talent.
Outstanding.
Thank you.
That'll do.
But lo and behold...
- Hey, man, where's my krabby Patty?
- His genius was unrecognized.
- Come on, man.
I just want my Patty.
- Yeah, me too.
- Taken for granted,
uncredited, overlooked,
ignored...
- Disrespected,
unappreciated,
unloved.
But worst of all...
Underpaid.
It's funny,
'cause it's true.
- He's done. Order.
- And furthermore...
Oh, there's forevermore.
- Unfulfilled.
In a word, his myriad of talents were...Wasted.
- Oh, come on!
We want krabby patties.
We want krabby patties.
- Squidward, you still haven't given me customers
their crabby patties.
- All right.
Spongebob, where's that Patty?
- Boop, boop, boop, boop, boop.
What have I done?
Have I let the lure of theater production
get between me and my patties?
Squidward, forgive me.
I let the glamour of the stage
distract me from my true calling,
making sure that every krabby Patty I prepare
is the best it can be.
- No, Squidward, no.
Those patties aren't fit for public consumption.
- Here, enjoy.
Oh, come on.
All that waiting for this?
- Oh, puh-lease.
You wouldn't know quality
if it hit you in the face.
Doh!
I said if it hit you in the face.
- Whoa-ho-ho-ho.
That was worth the wait.
I'll take two more.
- I'll take five.
- I want to throw something at him.
- Hey, yeah, we all want to throw something at him.
- Quiet!
Gentle patrons, krabby patties are meant to be eaten,
not flung.
Think of all the joy
these greasy, juicy patties
and their attendant condiments have given you.
- Gosh, he's right.
- We shouldn't be so disrespectful
of our favorite meal.
Bless you all.
- I like throwing food.
- Doh!
Food fight!
Doh!
- And for you?
- I'll take .
- Do you have anything heavier?
- Certainly.
- Oh, boy.
- Squidward. Squidward!
Good news.
The play is such a success,
I've added two more shows and a matinee.
Break a leg tomorrow.
- D'oh.
- Ahh, the eternal expanse of the deep sea,
teeming with fantastic creatures...
Uh...teeming...
I'm sure they're around here somewhere.
Ah-ha!
Oh, that's a rock.
Where is everybody?
Egh!
It is just Spongebob.
Watch and witness
one of the rarest and mysterious rituals of the deep,
the staring contest.
- Patrick, wow. - What?
- You are the best starer I've ever stared at.
- Oh, staring contest.
I thought it was a blinking contest
and I was losing.
- Hark, Patrick.
Do you hear something?
Thunk!
Hmm, it's a letter for Sandy,
all the way from Texas.
We better deliver it.
Sandy!
Oh, it's not opening.
- Hey, Spongebob,
I have something that might help.
- "How to open things."
Brilliant, Patrick!
I saw the movie, but I never read the book.
- Uh, okay.
Garbage cans...No.
Jar...no.
Box...no.
Sandy's door!
"Twist to the left."
- Oh, I was twisting to the right.
- A common mistake, my good friend.
Allow me.
Okay, time to open this.
- Hi-ya!
Trying a ninja sneak attack?
Hi-ya!
Well, you're still no match for my squirrel fu.
It's a letter from my twin brother Randy.
- Do you mind?
- Not at all. Read on.
- Doesn't bother me.
- Get out of my suit!
Well, golly.
Randy says the rodeo's come to town.
I've got to head back to Texas
and defend my championship title.
- Championship title? For what?
- You got cotton in your ears?
- Mm, no, it's not cotton.
It's actually an old moldy piece of krabby Patty.
- Is your championship title for jellyfishing?
- No. - Karate?
- No!
- Perhaps the science fair, then.
- No, it's my rodeo championship on the line.
- Rodeo?
What does "rodeo" mean?
Yee-haw!
- Clowns?
Don't go, Sandy.
It's too risky.
- I must.
It's my duty.
- Oh, this is terrible.
We can't let Sandy go all alone.
It's too dangerous up there, right, Patrick?
- Eh, I'm in-diff-er-ent.
- How could we live with ourselves
if Sandy got hurt and we weren't there to help?
Why, I wouldn't be able to look at myself.
- Look at yourself?
How do you do that?
Whoa.
Eeeh-yah!
- Patrick!
This is no time for silly games.
Sandy needs us.
You understand?
Patrick?
Patrick?
- No more tight jeans!
- Oh, I'm sure someone else will help me.
So there you have it, Mister Krabs.
Sandy really needs our help.
- Okay, explain it to me again,
but this time, take out anything
that doesn't have to do with money.
Uh-huh, that's what I thought.
- I need to find someone with compassion,
someone who selflessly helps others
with no concern for his own safety.
I need...A hero.
Oh, Squidward!
Sandy is in terrible trouble.
You've go to help me save her.
- Oh, no, Sally's in trouble?
- Uh, Sandy.
- Don't worry, Spongebob.
Just wait right here.
I'll get my emergency squirrel rescue kit.
- Right-o, Mr. Tentacles, sir.
- Just don't panic.
Well, there's one last person I can ask.
Plankton!
- What?
- Sandy's in trouble.
I need help rescuing her.
- I'm kind of busy right now.
- Jeepers, it'll only take a minute.
- Yeah, uh, I'd love to help,
but I really got to go.
Ouch.
Well, I'm going to go save Sandy
whether anyone wants to help or not.
I guess it's just you and me, Gary.
Let's go.
Gary the snail,
did you plan on staying here while Sandy is possibly
in trouble somewhere up there?
- She's the squirrel.
No, brown.
Gary, what does that have to do--
you too, huh?
Well, we'll see about that.
Eh, pudding.
Eh, pudding.
- Good morning.
- Spongebob, what's the meaning of this?
- Sandy's in trouble, and I need all of your help
to save her from the horrors of the rodeo.
There are clowns there!
- Spongebob, the next time you "invite" me
to one of your slumber parties,
I'm calling the cops.
What the--
Spongebob!
- Yes, Squidward?
- I am disgruntled.
- Where in the devil are we?
- It's...texas.
- What's that, boy? You see Sandy?
- And she's... riding a bullfrog?
- Yee-haw!
- Ahoy, Sandy!
Gall darn it!
You city slickers made me lose the rodeo.
Why are you here, anyways?
- To help save you from this rodeo thing.
- I don't need to be saved.
Watch out!
That old bullfrog's got a flea on its flanks,
and he's coming right at ya!
- Did we save Sandy?
- No, Patrick, we didn't.
- Did we make any money?
- Aw, cactus.
That ol' bullfrog's got Spongebob.
Hang on, old buddy.
Next time, leave the rodeos to me.
- Aw, nuts.