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| | ==Dialogue== | | ==Dialogue== |
| − | (episode begins with a shot of the whole town of Bikini Bottom. Camera pans in to show Patrick at Near Mint Comic Books, moved to tears by the comic, causing quite a ruckus)
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| − | '''Patrick:''' Ah!!! No!!! No!!! (stops crying and starts cheering loudly) Yay!!! Ha-ha!!! Ha-ha!!!
| + | (The first shot shows the whole town of Bikini Bottom. Pan in to show Patrick at a comic store, moved to tears by the comic, causing quite a ruckus.) |
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| − | '''Fish:''' If only "Inaudible Lad" were here right now.
| + | Patrick: Ah!!! No!!! No!!! |
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| − | '''Patrick:''' Oh. (gobbles down the comic book) Nothing satisfies like a good story. (SpongeBob walks up to Patrick with a pile of 20-40 comic books. Patrick, however, can't see SpongeBob)
| + | (He stops crying and starts cheering loudly.)<br> |
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| − | '''SpongeBob:''' Are you ready to go, Patrick?
| + | Patrick: Yay!!! Ha Ha!!! Ha Ha!!!<br> |
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| − | '''Patrick:''' Ahh! Get back! I wasn't gonna eat all of you!
| + | Fish #1: If only "Inaudible Lad" were here right now.<br> |
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| − | '''SpongeBob:''' Patrick, it's me!
| + | Patrick: Oh.<br> |
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| − | '''Patrick:''' Sponge-! (he is cut off by a loud belch. An advertisement from the comic book blows onto SpongeBob's face)<br>
| + | (He gobbles down the comic book.)<br> |
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| − | '''SpongeBob:''' What's this?
| + | Patrick: Nothing satisfies like a good story.<br> |
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| − | '''Patrick:''' Whatever it is, it's mine! Unless I don't want it. (looks it over) Hmm... SpongeBob! What do all these words say?
| + | (SpongeBob walks up to Patrick with a pile of 20-40 comic books. But Patrick can't see SpongeBob.)<br> |
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| − | '''SpongeBob:''' It's an ad! (reading) "Dear comic book reader..."
| + | SpongeBob: Are you ready to go, Patrick?<br> |
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| − | '''Patrick:''' That's me!
| + | Patrick: Ahh! Get back! I wasn't gonna eat all of you!<br> |
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| − | '''SpongeBob:''' ..."Have you ever thought about turning one of your poems into a hit song on the radio?"...
| + | SpongeBob: Patrick, it's me!<br> |
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| − | '''Patrick:''' I've never thought about anything!
| + | Patrick: Sponge-!!!<br> |
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| − | '''SpongeBob:''' ..."Send in your poem and $100 and we'll make it a hit!" Can we go, now? My arms are getting tired.
| + | (He is cut off by a loud belch. An advertisement from the comic book blows onto SpongeBob's face.)<br> |
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| − | '''Patrick:''' I wanna send in my poem and everyone would love it, and I would be a star!
| + | SpongeBob: What's this?<br> |
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| − | '''SpongeBob:''' You can't always trust ads in comic books. Those X-Ray specs I ordered couldn't see through people's skin at all. Only their clothes. Plus, you don't have $100. (his wallet falls out of his back pants pocket, and he struggles to reach for it with his legs) Patrick, could you get my wallet? (Patrick picks it up)
| + | Patrick: Whatever it is, it's mine! Unless I don't want it. |
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| − | '''Patrick:''' Hey, look, I just found $100! It's a sign that I should make my hit record!
| + | (He looks it over.)<br> |
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| − | '''SpongeBob''': Hey, that's my comic book money!
| + | Patrick: Hmm... SpongeBob!!! What do all these words say?<br> |
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| − | '''Patrick:''' It's a sign! A sign that fell from the back of your pants! I've learned to trust signs like that.
| + | SpongeBob: It's an ad! (Reading) "Dear comic book reader..."<br> |
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| − | '''SpongeBob:''' (as Patrick walks away) Patrick!
| + | Patrick: That's me!!!<br> |
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| − | '''Comic Book Shopkeeper:''' Hey, you gonna pay for those comics? (SpongeBob's arms pop off from the weight of the comics)
| + | SpongeBob: ..."Have you ever thought about turning one of your poems into a hit song on the radio?"...<br> |
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| − | '''SpongeBob:''' No. (cut to outside where we see SpongeBob being kicked out of Near Mint Comic Books) Can I have my arms back? (bubble-wipe to Patrick standing outside SpongeBob's house, talking to him)
| + | Patrick: I've never thought about anything!<br> |
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| − | '''Patrick:''' I wish not to be disturbed, SpongeBob. For I am about to erupt with masterpiece!
| + | SpongeBob: ..."Send in your poem and $100 and we'll make it a hit!" Can we go, now? My arms are getting tired.<br> |
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| − | '''SpongeBob:''' Good luck! (Patrick leaves and SpongeBob shuts the door. The doorbell rings) Coming! (Patrick opens the door, crushing SpongeBob behind it)
| + | Patrick: I wanna send in my poem and everyone would love it, and I would be a star!<br> |
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| − | '''Patrick:''' SpongeBob! Can I borrow a pencil, and a piece of paper, and a place to work?(cut to other room) SpongeBob, this pencil is broken! Why won't it make words!?
| + | SpongeBob: You can't always trust ads in comic books. Those X-Ray specs I ordered couldn't see through people's skin at all. Only their clothes. Plus, you don't have $100.<br> |
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| − | '''SpongeBob:''' You have to think of the words yourself.
| + | (His wallet falls out of his back pants pocket, and he struggles to reach for it with his legs.)<br> |
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| − | '''Patrick:''' I think I wrote a poem once... (cross-fade to flashback to a younger smiling Patrick) A poem by Patrick Star. Roses are blue, violets are red, I have to go to the bathroom. (swallows paper and bows)
| + | SpongeBob: Patrick, could you get my wallet?<br> |
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| − | '''Gym Teacher:''' (glaring) How many times do I have to tell ya Patrick, this is gym class?! (blows whistle. Young Patrick ducks as he gets pelted with dodgeballs)
| + | (Patrick picks it up.)<br> |
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| − | '''Patrick:''' Dodgeballs. (SpongeBob opens the door and walks in with what looks like a dodgeball)
| + | Patrick: Hey, look, I just found $100! It's a sign that I should make my hit record!<br> |
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| − | '''SpongeBob:''' Oh, Patrick!
| + | SpongeBob: Hey, that's my comic book money!<br> |
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| − | '''Patrick:''' (screams) Don't hit me with that dodgeball! (light turns on. It is shown to be SpongeBob holding Gary)
| + | Patrick: It's a sign! A sign that fell from the back of your pants! I've learned to trust signs like that.<br> |
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| − | '''SpongeBob:''' Why would I hit you with a dodgeball?
| + | SpongeBob: (As Patrick walks away) Patrick!<br> |
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| − | '''Patrick:''' I've never told anyone this, I wrote a poem once.
| + | Comic Book Shopkeeper: Hey, you gonna pay for those comics?<br> |
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| − | '''SpongeBob:''' (gasps) No!
| + | (SpongeBob's arms pop off from the weight of the comics.)<br> |
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| − | '''Patrick:''' It gets worse, When I read it to the class, the pelted me with dodge balls, just because we were playing dodge ball! Why! (cries. Scary music plays; it's actually being played on a vinyl record that Gary is listening to. SpongeBob takes a needle off the record)
| + | SpongeBob: No. (Cut outside where we see SpongeBob being kicked out of the "Near Mint Comic Books" store.) Can I have my arms back?<br> |
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| − | '''SpongeBob:''' You can play your records later, Gary. Is that why you've been having trouble writing?
| + | (Cut to Patrick standing outside SpongeBob's pineapple house, talking to him.)<br> |
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| − | '''Patrick:''' I'm afraid my poem's not gonna be any good and you'll pelt me with dodgeballs.
| + | Patrick: I wish not to be disturbed, SpongeBob. For I am about to erupt with masterpiece!<br> |
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| − | '''SpongeBob:''' Oh, I don't even own a dodgeball, do you, Gary?
| + | SpongeBob: Good luck!<br> |
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| − | '''Gary:''' Meow.
| + | (Patrick leaves and SpongeBob shuts the door. Then, the doorbell rings.)<br> |
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| − | '''Patrick:''' I'm going to write this poem, I'm even gonna use my brain!
| + | SpongeBob: Coming!<br> |
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| − | '''SpongeBob:''' Good thinking, Pat. I'll open a window.
| + | (Patrick opens the door, crushing SpongeBob behind it.)<br> |
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| − | '''Patrick:''' (strains on his brain) Come on, work you stupid brain! Work! Work! (grunting. Gears start turning inside his head) It's working (starts writing. Smoke comes out of the window)
| + | Patrick: SpongeBob! Can I borrow a pencil, and a piece of paper, and a place to work?(cut to other room) SpongeBob, this pencil is broken! Why won't it make words!? |
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| − | '''SpongeBob:''' Patrick, don't strain yourself!
| + | SpongeBob: You have to think of the words yourself. |
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| − | '''Squidward:''' Now what's going on? (nose shrivels up) What is that horrible smell? (SpongeBob walks outside) Is Patrick thinking again? (Patrick sticks head out window)
| + | Patrick: I think I wrote a poem once... (cut to flashback to a younger smiling Patrick) A poem by Patrick Star. Roses are blue, violets are red, I have to go to the bathroom. (swallows paper and bows) |
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| − | '''Patrick:''' I'm making art!
| + | Gym teacher: (Glaring) How many times do I have to tell ya Patrick, this is gym class?! (blows whistle. Young Patrick ducks as he gets pelted with Dodge balls) |
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| − | '''Squidward:''' Patrick, it smells like something crawled in your brain and died!
| + | Patrick: Dodge balls. (SpongeBob opens the door, walks in with what looks like a dodge ball) |
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| − | '''Patrick:''' That's the creative progress at work. (Squidward shuts window) Ready to go to the post office? (shows envelope full of something rotten, watery and bad) I want to mail in my masterpiece. (time card appears)
| + | SpongeBob: Oh, Patrick! |
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| − | '''French Narrator:''' ''The next day...'' (cut to Bigshot Records)
| + | Patrick: (screams) Don't hit me with that dodge ball! (light turns on, pan over to see SpongeBob holding Gary) |
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| − | '''Singer #1:''' (singing) ...and that's why you're my cookie wooky teddy bear. (music stops)
| + | SpongeBob: Why would I hit you with a Dodge ball? |
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| − | '''Singer #2:''' I hate my life.
| + | Patrick: I've never told anyone this, I wrote a poem once. |
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| − | '''Singer #3:''' I hate your life, too.
| + | SpongeBob: (gasps) No! |
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| − | '''Manager:''' People, we've got 17 more songs to finish this hour! The next one is "I Wrote This" by Patrick Star. (vomits a little, band member takes paper)
| + | Patrick: It gets worse, When I read it to the class, the pelted me with dodge balls, just because we were playing dodge ball! Why! (cries, scary music plays, SpongeBob takes needle off record) |
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| − | '''Singer #4:''' This one's really bad! It made my eyeballs throw up.
| + | SpongeBob: You can play your records later, Gary. Is that why you've been having trouble writing? |
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| − | '''Singer #1:''' Oh yeah? (eyeballs explode)
| + | Patrick: I'm afraid my poem's not gonna be any good and you'll pelt me with dodge balls. |
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| − | '''Manager:''' I don't care how awful his poem is; We spent his hundred bucks already!
| + | SpongeBob: Oh, I don't even own a dodge ball, do you, Gary? |
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| − | '''Singer #1:''' C'mon guys, we're gonna do this if it kills us. And a one, and a two, and a... (cut to band's funeral. SpongeBob, Patrick, and Fish #1 are there)
| + | Gary: Meow. |
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| − | '''Funeral Fish:''' They wanted you to have this. (hands Patrick his song)
| + | Patrick: I'm going to write this poem, I'm even gonna use my brain! |
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| − | '''Patrick:''' My song!! Woot!! (bubble-wipe to SpongeBob's house)
| + | SpongeBob: Good thinking, Pat. I'll open a window. |
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| − | '''SpongeBob:''' Come on let's hear it.
| + | Patrick: (strains on his brain) Come on, work you stupid brain! Work! Work! (grunting, gears start turning inside his head) It's working (starts writing, smoke comes out of the window) |
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| − | '''Patrick:''' Oh I don't know. Can I trust that you won't throw dodgeballs at me?
| + | SpongeBob: Patrick don't strain yourself! |
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| − | '''SpongeBob:''' I see no dodgeballs here buddy, just an artist and his work. | + | Squidward: Now what's going on? (nose shrivels up) What is that horrible smell? (SpongeBob walks outside) Is Patrick thinking again? (Patrick sticks head out window) |
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| − | '''Patrick:''' Yeah! And me! Now sit down and get comfortable. (SpongeBob sits down. Patrick pushes in a giant amplifier)
| + | Patrick: I'm making art!!! |
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| − | '''SpongeBob:''' Uh, Patrick?
| + | Squidward: Patrick, it smells like something crawled in your brain and died! |
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| − | '''Patrick:''' (he's standing on the amplifier) SpongeBob SquarePants, are you ready to rock?! Whoo! (jumps from the amplifier. SpongeBob screams. Lands next to SpongeBob. Pushes button on remote. Loud music starts)
| + | Patrick: That's the creative progress at work. (Squidward shuts window) Ready to go to the post office? (shows envelope full of something rotten, watery and bad) I want to mail in my masterpiece. |
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| − | '''SpongeBob:''' It's really loud!!!
| + | Narrator: The next day...(cut to Bigshot records) |
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| − | '''Patrick:''' You want it louder? Okay!!
| + | Singer #1: ...(Singing) and that's why you're my cookie wooky teddy bear.(music stops) |
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| − | '''Music:''' [[I Wrote This]]
| + | Singer #2: I hate my life. |
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| − | Twinkle, twinkle, Patrick Star.
| + | Singer #3: I hate your life, too. |
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| − | I made myself a sandwich.
| + | Manager: People, we've got 17 more songs to finish this hour! The next one is "I Wrote This" by Patrick Star. (vomits a little, band member takes paper) |
| − | My mommy named it ''[[Fred]]''.
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| − | It tastes like beans and bacon,
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| − | And smells like it's been dead!
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| − | Writing stuff is hard,
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| − | So I use a pointy pencil.
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| − | Pointy, pointy, pointy,
| + | Singer #4: This one's really bad! It made my eyeballs throw up. |
| − | pointy, pointy, point.
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| − | P.U.! What's that horrible smell?
| + | Singer #1: Oh yeah? (eyeballs explode) |
| − | Drum solo!
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| − | (drum solo)
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| − | I have a head, It ends in a point.
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| − | Pointy, pointy, pointy.
| + | Manager: I don't care how awful his poem is; We spent his hundred bucks already!!! |
| − | Pointy, pointy, point.
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| − | This song is over except for this line.
| + | Singer #1: C'mon guys, we're gonna do this if it kills us. And a one, and a two, and a... (cut to band's funeral. SpongeBob, Patrick, and Fish #1 are there.) |
| − | You win this round, Broccoli...!
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| − | (explosion)
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| − | (house melts. The amplifier falls on SpongeBob and Patrick)
| + | Fish #1: They wanted you to have this. (hands Patrick his song) |
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| − | '''Patrick:''' That was AWESOME! So how was it, did you like it, or did you really like it?
| + | Patrick: My song!! Woot!! (Scene cuts to SpongeBob's house) |
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| − | '''SpongeBob:''' Oh, well Patrick, there is no easy way to say this... THAT WAS THE GREATEST SONG I EVER HEARD!
| + | SpongeBob: Come on let's hear it. |
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| − | '''Patrick:''' You really mean it?
| + | Patrick: Oh I don't know. Can I trust that you won't throw dodgeballs at me? |
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| − | '''SpongeBob:''' Yeah, we gotta get that on the radio! (Patrick pulls SpongeBob's arm off) Darn, I just got that arm back. (bubble-wipe to a radio station named K-Blub)
| + | SpongeBob: I see no dodgeballs here buddy, just an artist and his work. |
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| − | '''Patrick:''' Man, I can't wait to see the look on their face when they hear this! (someone screams. SpongeBob and Patrick get thrown out)
| + | Patrick: Yeah! And me! Now sit down and get comfortable. (SpongeBob sits down, Patrick pushes in giant amplifier) |
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| − | '''SpongeBob:''' Did you see the look on his face?
| + | SpongeBob: Uh, Patrick? |
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| − | '''Patrick:''' Yeah. Did you see his ears?
| + | Patrick: SpongeBob SquarePants, are you ready to rock?!? Whoo! (Jumps from amplifier) |
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| − | '''SpongeBob:''' I didn't know they could turn inside-out like that. Now how are we gonna get your record on the radio?
| + | SpongeBob: Ahhh! |
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| − | '''Patrick:''' What record?
| + | (Patrick lands next to SpongeBob, pushes button on remote, loud music starts) |
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| − | '''SpongeBob:''' I've got an idea! (bubble-wipe to later where SpongeBob and Patrick are on the roof. Wind howls as SpongeBob and Patrick shiver) We just have to play your record from the top of this antenna.
| + | SpongeBob: It's really loud!!! |
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| − | '''Patrick:''' Carry me?
| + | Patrick: You want it louder? Okay!! |
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| − | '''SpongeBob:''' Huh? Patrick-- (Patrick lands on top of SpongeBob and SpongeBob picks him up, struggling)
| + | ==Song:Rhapsody in Blue == |
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| − | '''Patrick:''' Tally ho! Marsh! Onward and upward! (SpongeBob is struggling to get to the top of the antenna) Faster, SpongeBob! Faster! (sees a spaceship go by. Eventually, they are on the top of the antenna. Stands on SpongeBob's face, takes out his record player and then puts it on the top of the antenna but record player wobbles and falls off and Patrick catches it) Oh! Hmm-- This record won't stay put. (SpongeBob mumbles to say something) Good idea. (takes out bubble gum and throws it in his mouth and chews on it, while making noises and he blows a bubble. SpongeBob mumbles again to say something. Bubble pops and sticks to Patrick's mouth) Oh, yeah. I forgot. (pulls gum off and sticks it to the bottom of the record player and puts it on the top of the antenna and turns on the music. A fish is walking past a radio in a store)
| + | (house melts, amplifier falls on SpongeBob and Patrick) |
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| − | '''Eban Schletter on the radio:''' (singing the poem) Twinkle, twinkle, Patrick Star--
| + | Patrick: That was AWSOME! So how was it, did you like it, or did you really like it? |
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| − | (a fish screams. Another fish is driving a boat)
| + | SpongeBob: oh, well Patrick, they're is no easy way to say this..... THAT WAS THE GREATEST SONG I EVER HEARD! |
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| − | (fast forward noise) --I made myself a sandwich. My mommy named it ''Fred''--
| + | Patrick: You really mean it? |
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| − | '''Fish #2:''' (screams) It's in my head! (continues screaming as boat spins around and crashes)
| + | SpongeBob: Yeah, we gotta get that on the radio!(Patrick pulls SpongeBob's arm off) Darn, I just got that arm back. (cut to radio station) |
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| − | '''Eban Schletter on the radio:''' --It tastes like beans and bacon, And smells like it's been dead!
| + | Patrick: Man, I can't Wait to see the look on their face when they hear this!!(someone screams, SpongeBob and Patrick thrown out) |
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| − | (two fish are walking around, listening to music)
| + | SpongeBob: Did you see the look on his face? |
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| − | Writing stuff is hard, So I use a pointy pencil--
| + | Patrick: Yeah. Did you see his ears? |
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| − | (Fish #3's head disappears)
| + | SpongeBob: I didn't know they could turn inside-out like that. Now how are we gonna get your record on the radio? |
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| − | '''Fish #4:''' Lucky.
| + | Patrick: What record? |
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| − | '''Eban Schletter on the radio:''' --Pointy, pointy, pointy, pointy, pointy, point--
| + | SpongeBob: I've got an idea![cut to later where SpongeBob and Patrick are on the roof] [wind howls as SpongeBob and Patrick shiver] We just have to play your record from the top of this antenna. |
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| − | '''Fish #5:''' (to his girlfriend, Evelyn; both are at the beach as the song on the radio plays) This song always makes me think of you.
| + | Patrick: Carry me? |
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| − | '''Eban Schletter on the radio:''' --P.U.! What's that horrible smell? Drum solo!
| + | SpongeBob: Huh? Patrick-- [Patrick lands on top of SpongeBob and SpongeBob picks him up, struggling] |
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| − | (drum solo follows as Evelyn hits her boyfriend, who goes up high. Everyone screams and runs around because of the song. Two fish tip the boat over)
| + | Patrick: Tally ho! Marsh! Onward and upward! [SpongeBob is struggling to get to the top of the antenna] Faster, SpongeBob! Faster! [Patrick sees a spaceship go by. At last, they were on the top of the antenna. Patrick stands on SpongeBob's face, takes out his record player and then puts it on the top of the antenna but record player wobbles and falls off and Patrick catches it] Oh! Hmm-- This record won't stay put. |
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| − | '''Fish #6:''' Stop!
| + | SpongeBob: [mumbling to say something] |
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| − | '''Eban Schletter on the radio:''' --I have a head, It ends in a point--
| + | Patrick: Good idea. [takes out bubble gum and throws it in his mouth and chews on it, while making noises and he blows a bubble] |
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| − | '''Pilot #1:''' (covering his ears) My ears! (they pull the controls off and jump out of the plane with parachutes)
| + | SpongeBob: [mumbling to say something] [bubble pops and sticks to Patrick's mouth] |
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| − | '''Eban Schletter on the radio:''' --Pointy, pointy, pointy. Pointy, pointy, point--
| + | Patrick: Oh, yeah. I forgot. [pulls gum off and sticks it to the bottom of the record player and puts it on the top of the antenna and turns on the music] [a fish is walking past a radio in a store] |
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| − | (the plane lands into the Fireworks Storage and it explodes and fireworks start)
| + | Rhapsody in Blue |
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| − | --This song is over except for this line--
| + | SpongeBob: Well, it looks like Bikini Bottom is throwing a party. and you know what a party needs. |
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| − | '''Old Man Jenkins:''' I like it. (hums the song)
| + | Patrick: Uh, Bean Dip? |
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| − | '''Eban Schletter on the radio:''' --You win this round, Broccoli...!
| + | SpongeBob: Yes, that is important. but I was thinking about music! Turn it up, Patrick! [Patrick turns the volume up] |
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| − | (song ends but begins again. SpongeBob and Patrick see that Bikini Bottom's having a "party")
| + | Eban Schletter on the radio: It tastes like beans and bacon-- |
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| − | '''SpongeBob:''' Well, it looks like Bikini Bottom is throwing a party. and you know what a party needs.
| + | Fred: [covering his ears] Where is that awful song coming from? |
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| − | '''Patrick:''' Uh, Bean Dip?
| + | Eban Schletter on the radio: --And smells like it's been dead-- |
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| − | '''SpongeBob:''' Yes, that is important. but I was thinking about music! Turn it up, Patrick! (Patrick turns the volume up)
| + | Fred: [points to the radio station] To the radio station! [everyone marches angrily to the radio station] |
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| − | '''Eban Schletter on the radio:''' It tastes like beans and bacon--
| + | Lou: Torches! Get your torches! [everyone gets a torch] |
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| − | '''Fred:''' (covering his ears) Where is that awful song coming from?
| + | Pitchfork Vendor: Pitchforks! You can't be an angry mob without pitchforks! [everyone gets a pitchfork] |
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| − | '''Eban Schletter on the radio:''' --And smells like it's been dead--
| + | Cotton Candy Vendor: Cotton Candy! Get your cotton candy! You can't throw a riot without cotton candy."[everyone misses the cotton candy. SpongeBob and Patrick climb down the antenna] |
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| − | '''Fred:''' (points to the radio station) To the radio station! (everyone marches angrily to the radio station. Lou is selling torches)
| + | Eban Schletter on the radio: --I have a head that ends in a Point-- |
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| − | '''Lou:''' Torches! Get your torches! (everyone gets a torch. Another vendor is selling pitchforks)
| + | SpongeBob: Look at that, Patrick! [the angry mob is coming] |
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| − | '''Pitchfork Vendor:''' Pitchforks! You can't be an angry mob without pitchforks! (everyone gets a pitchfork. A third vendor is selling cotton candy)
| + | Patrick: Oh, you mean the angry mob with the pitchforks and torches? |
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| − | '''Cotton Candy Vendor:''' Cotton candy! Get your cotton candy! You can't throw a riot without cotton candy. (everyone misses the cotton candy. SpongeBob and Patrick climb down the antenna)
| + | SpongeBob: [laughs] That's not an angry mob, Patrick. It's your fan club! |
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| − | '''Eban Schletter on the radio:''' --I have a head, It ends in a point--
| + | Patrick: Fan club? [song ends as the angry mob chatters indistinctly] Yee-whoo! We should sing them a song! |
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| − | '''SpongeBob:''' Look at that, Patrick! (the angry mob is coming)
| + | Fred: Who's responsible for that song on the radio? [SpongeBob and Patrick jump off the roof] |
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| − | '''Patrick:''' Oh, you mean the angry mob with the pitchforks and torches? | + | SpongeBob: Why, he's right here. Patrick Star, Musical Genius. [Patrick drones and burps] |
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| − | '''SpongeBob:''' (laughs) That's not an angry mob, Patrick. It's your fan club!
| + | Fred: Let's get them, boys! [they start chasing them. they beat them up but SpongeBob and Patrick play with instruments wildly. Patrick plays with a guitar, while SpongeBob plays with a chainsaw and a tambourine. they pant heavily] |
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| − | '''Patrick:''' Fan club? (song ends as the angry mob chatters indistinctly) Yee-whoo! We should sing them a song!
| + | Patrick: And that was my new song called-- Arrgh! |
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| − | '''Fred:''' Who's responsible for that song on the radio? (SpongeBob and Patrick jump off the roof)
| + | Fred: You know, It's not that bad. |
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| − | '''SpongeBob:''' Why, he's right here. Patrick Star, Musical Genius. (Patrick drones and burps)
| + | Fish #3: Yeah. At least it got that first terrible song out of our heads. |
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| − | '''Fred:''' Let's get them, boys! (they start chasing them. they beat them up but SpongeBob and Patrick play with instruments wildly. Patrick plays with a guitar, while SpongeBob plays with a chainsaw and a tambourine. They pant heavily)
| + | Patrick: Oh, yeah. My song. [strums his guitar] Oh, Twinkle, Twinkle, Patrick Star-- [they hear a whistle blow and it was Patrick's gym teacher from the childhood] |
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| − | '''Patrick:''' And that was my new song called: "[[Cold Argh|Arrgh]]!"
| + | Gym Teacher: PATRICK! Looks like you need another lesson! DODGEBALLS READY! [everyone gets out a dodgeball] |
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| − | '''Fred:''' You know, It's not that bad.
| + | Patrick: Uh-oh. [everyone starts throwing dodgeballs at SpongeBob and Patrick who take cover] |
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| − | '''Fish #3:''' Yeah. At least it got that first terrible song out of our heads.
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| − | '''Patrick:''' Oh, yeah. My song. (strums his guitar) Oh, Twinkle, Twinkle, Patrick Star-- (they hear a whistle blow. It is Patrick's gym teacher from his childhood)
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