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*[[Squilliam Fancyson]] | *[[Squilliam Fancyson]] | ||
| + | *[[Patrick Star|Patrick]] | ||
| + | *[[SpongeBob SquarePants|SpongeBob]] | ||
| + | *[[Sandy Cheeks|Sandy]] | ||
| + | *[[Sheldon J. Plankton|Plankton]] | ||
| + | *[[Mrs. Puff]] | ||
| + | *[[Eugene H. Krabs|Mr. Krabs]] | ||
| + | *[[Larry the Lobster]] | ||
| + | *[[Pearl]] | ||
| + | *[[Harold]] | ||
| + | *[[Nancy]] | ||
| + | *[[Doctor Gill Gilliam]] | ||
| + | *[[Frank (Cameo Character)]] | ||
| + | *[[Guest Stars|David Glen Eisley]], the lead singer [[SpongeBob SquarePants|SpongeBob]] from [[Sweet Victory]]. | ||
| + | ==Dialogue== | ||
(Squidward plays his clarinet until doorbell rings) | (Squidward plays his clarinet until doorbell rings) | ||
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| − | + | '''Doctor Gill Gilliam:''' Yeah, uhh, we're with the pet hospital down the street, and I understand that you have a dying animal on the premises. (Squidward slams door. shellphone rings, Squidward picks it up)<br> | |
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| − | + | '''Squidward:''' Hello. You've reached the house of unrecognized talent. Please start after the (plays a foul clarinet note)<br> | |
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| − | + | '''Squilliam:''' (in left side of a split screen) Sounds like you've got a dying animal to attend to, eh ol' chum?<br> | |
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| + | '''Squidward:''' (on right side of split screen) Squilliam Fancyson from band class?!<br> | ||
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| + | '''Squilliam:''' (snooty) I hear you're playing the cash register now.<br> | ||
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| + | '''Squidward:''' Sometimes. Uh, how's the unibrow?<br> | ||
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| + | '''Squilliam:''' It's big and valuable. I'm the leader of a big fancy band now, and we're supposed to play the BUBBLE BOWL next week.<br> | ||
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| + | '''Squidward:''' (stammering) The ba-ba-ba...The ba-ba-ba...The ba-ba-ba...<br> | ||
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| + | '''Squilliam:''' That's right. I'm living YOUR dreams Squidward. The problem is, I'm busy next week and can't make it. So, I was hoping you and your band could cover for us.<br> | ||
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| + | '''Squidward:''' (still stammering) Ohh, uhh, I...I, uhh...<br> | ||
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| + | '''Squilliam:''' I knew it! You don't even have a band! Well, I'll just let you get back to the service industry now.<br> | ||
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| + | '''Squidward:''' '''''HOLD IT!''''' It just '''''so''''' happens that I '''''don't''''' sell fast food, I '''''do''''' have a | ||
| + | band, and we're going to play that '''''Bubble Bowl!''''' How do you like '''''that,''''' Fancy '''''Boy?!'''''<br> | ||
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| + | '''Squilliam:''' Good luck, next Tuesday. I hope the audience brings lots of…Ibuprofen! (hangs up phone)<br> | ||
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| + | '''Squidward:''' I've got to drum up a marching band fast! Drum...haha...band humor.<br> (screen fades to Bikini Bottomites reading off of band practice flyers) | ||
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| + | '''Sandy:''' Looking to add fulfillment to your dull, dull life? | ||
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| + | '''Plankton:''' Then become part of the greatest musical sensation to ever hit Bikini Bottom.<br> | ||
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| + | '''Mrs. Puff:''' And be forever adored by thousands of people you don't know.<br> | ||
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| + | '''Mr. Krabs:''' Not to mention free refreshments.<br> | ||
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| + | '''Larry:''' Practice begins tonight. 8:30 sharp. (Squidward looks at his watch while driving a canoe car with instruments)<br> | ||
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| + | '''Squidward:''' Stupid music rental clerk made me late. That trilobite didn't know an oboe from an elbow. Elbow, heh, more | ||
| + | band humor.<br> | ||
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| + | [ALL CHATTERING]<br> | ||
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| + | '''Squidward:''' People, people, settle down! Ok, now. How many of you have played musical instruments before?<br> | ||
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| + | '''Plankton:''' Do instruments of torture count?<br> | ||
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| + | '''Squidward:''' No.<br> | ||
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| + | '''Patrick''': Is mayonnaise an instrument?<br> | ||
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| + | '''Squidward:''' No, Patrick, mayonnaise is not an instrument. (Patrick raises his hand again) Horse radish is not an | ||
| + | instrument, either. (Patrick lowers his hand) That's fine. No one has experience. Fortunately, I have enough | ||
| + | talent for ''all'' of you. (laughs)<br> | ||
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| + | '''Mr. Krabs:''' When do we get the free food?<br> | ||
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| + | '''Squidward:''' Okay, try to repeat after me. (Squidward plays 6 notes) Brass section, go. (brass section repeats) Good. Now the wind. (wind section repeats) And the drums. (drum players, including SpongeBob, misunderstand what Squidward means, so they blow on their drum sticks, which blow out and stick Squidward to the wall) Too bad that didn't kill me. (Next scene) | ||
| + | Let's just try stepping in rhythm. Now I want everyone to stand in straight rows of five.<br> | ||
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| + | '''SpongeBob''': Is this the part where we start kicking?<br> | ||
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| + | '''Squidward:''' No, SpongeBob, that's a chorus line.<br> | ||
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| + | '''Patrick''': Kicking?! I want to do some kicking! (kicks Sandy in her leg and balls)<br> | ||
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| + | '''Sandy:''' Ow! Why, you…! Why I oughta. (dust cloud of beatings appears with Sandy jumping at Patrick, which then goes out an open door, which then closes)<br> | ||
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| + | [PATRICK YELLS OUTSIDE]<br> | ||
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| + | '''Patrick''': Whoever's the owner of a white sedan, you left your lights on. (Patrick walks in with his head and torso seperated by a trombone, his head in the horn, then plays a tune with a series of A and B-flats. When he sits down, he plays a loud blare as the trombone slide goes down and opens his mouth, then when the note is over, he looks down with his head straight)<br> | ||
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| + | '''French Narrator:''' Day two. (band walking down a street playing)<br> | ||
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| + | '''Squidward:''' Okay, that's perfect everybody. Bubble Bowl here we come. Flag twirlers, really spin those things. Okay, turn. | ||
| + | Flag twirlers, let's go. I wanna see some spinning. Flag twirlers let's move!!! C'mon, move!!! (flag twirlers spin fast and fly into the air and explode when running into a blimp. Trumpet player plays "Taps", then Squidward lies down on street, curled up in a ball)<br> | ||
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| + | '''French Narrator:''' Day three.<br> | ||
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| + | '''Squidward:''' How's that harmonica solo coming, Plankton? | ||
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| + | '''Plankton:''' It's tremendous! Ya wanna see? (runs to his harmonica and plays the first note. Runs along and plays another note. Runs down and plays three notes at the same time. He gets tired and walks slowly to another note. Has trouble playing it. Falls down and spreads saliva) | ||
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| + | '''French Narrator:''' Day four. | ||
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| + | '''Squidward:''' Well, this is our last night together before the show. And I know that none of you improved since we began… | ||
| + | (Patrick chews on a trumpet) …''but'' I have a theory. People talk loud when they wanna act smart, right?<br> | ||
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| + | '''Plankton:''' (loudly) '''''CORRECT!!'''''<br> | ||
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| + | '''Squidward:''' So, if we play loud, people might think we're good. Everybody ready? (everybody gets their instuments ready) And a one, and a two, and a one, two, three, four! (Instantly a piercing loud horrible sound from the instruments breaks the windows apart and causes a small earthquake. Squidward's face is deformed like a Picasso painting and his baton breaks in half) Okay, new theory..... Maybe we should play so quietly, no one can hear us.<br> | ||
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| + | '''Harold:''' (Australian accent) Well, maybe we wouldn't sound so ''bad'' if '''''some''''' people didn't try to play with big, meaty claws!<br> | ||
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| + | '''Mr. Krabs:''' What did you say, '''''punk?!'''''<br> | ||
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| + | '''Harold:''' (Angrily) '''''BIG''''', '''''MEATY''''' '''''CLAWS!'''''<br> | ||
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| + | '''Mr. Krabs:''' (Turns his eyes in anger) Well, these claws ain't just for attracting mates.<br> | ||
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| + | '''Harold:''' Bring it on, old man! Bring it on!<br> | ||
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| + | '''SpongeBob''': No, people. Let's be smart and bring it ''off''.<br> | ||
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| + | '''Nancy:''' '''''Oh ho,''''' so now the talking ''cheese'' is going to preach to us. (everyone begins to argue) | ||
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| + | '''Squidward:''' Wait, wait. I know tensions are high. (everyone gets into a fight. Pilar and Larry are yelling at each other. Medley slams a drum on him.) There's a deposit on the equipment, people! (everyone uses their instruments as weapons. Mr. Krabs and Harold charge with clarinets like a joust but they slow down as Mrs. Puff slams them with cymbals.) Settle down, please. (Sandy and Frank are fighting. Sandy destroys Frank's xylophone by chopping it with a drum stick and he runs away. Patrick furiously kicks Sandy in the balls, and Sandy glares, turns red and snarls before grabbing a trombone. Patrick screams and runs off as Sandy chases him and the clock sounds at 10 and everyone stops fighting) | ||
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| + | '''Fred:''' Hey, class is over! (they all walk to the door making up their fight where Squidward slams them open)<br> | ||
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| + | '''Squidward:''' Well, you did it. You took my one chance at happiness and crushed it. Crushed it into little tiny, bite-size | ||
| + | pieces. I really had expected better of you people. I guess I'm a loser for that, too. Don't bother showing up tomorrow. | ||
| + | I'll just tell them you all died in a marching accident. So, thanks, thanks for nothing.<br> | ||
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| + | '''Patrick''': You're welcome.<br> | ||
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| + | '''SpongeBob''': What kind of monsters are we? That poor creature came to us in his hour of need, and we failed him. | ||
| + | Squidward's always been there for us when it was convenient for him. Evelyn, when your little Jimmy was trapped in a fire, who rescued him? | ||
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| + | '''Evelyn:''' A firemen.<br> | ||
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| + | '''SpongeBob''': And Larry, when you fail out from all those tanning pills, who revived you?<br> | ||
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| + | '''Larry:''' Some guy in an ambulance.<br> | ||
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| + | '''SpongeBob''': Right. So, if we can all just pretend that Squidward was a fireman, or a guy in an ambulance, then I'm sure | ||
| + | that we can all pull together and discover what it truly means: to be in a marching band.<br> | ||
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| + | '''Harold:''' Yeah, for the fireman!<br> | ||
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| + | '''All:''' Hooray!<br> | ||
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| + | '''SpongeBob''': Now let's make Squidward proud. A-one, a-two, a-skiddleydiddleydoo. (bubble-wipe to the Bubble Bowl) | ||
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| + | '''Squidward:''' I ''knew'' this was going to happen. They're just going to have to find another band to play. I just hope | ||
| + | that... (sees Squilliam) ...'''''SQUILLIAM DOESN'T FIND OUT! SQUILLIAM!! AH!''''' What are you doing here?<br> | ||
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| + | '''Squilliam''': (laughs) I just wanted to watch you blow it. So, where's your band?<br> | ||
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| + | '''Squidward:''' Um, they couldn't come. They...died.<br> | ||
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| + | '''Squilliam:''' Then who's that?<br> | ||
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| + | '''Squidward:''' '''''AH! THAT WOULD BE MY BAND!'''''<br> | ||
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| + | '''SpongeBob''': We're ready to perform, Squidward.<br> | ||
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| + | '''Squilliam:''' Well, Squiddy, this is exactly how I pictured your band with look. (SpongeBob dances while flicking his tongue back and forth)<br> | ||
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| + | '''Squidward:''' That's his...''eager face''. (Squilliam laughs. They all go into the Bubble Bowl)<br> | ||
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| + | '''Squidward:''' Well, I guess this will be the last time I can show my face in this town.<br> | ||
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| + | '''SpongeBob''': That's the spirit, Squidward. (bowl raises above a football field)<br> | ||
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| + | '''Football Announcer:''' ''OK, football fans. Put your hands together for the Bikini Bottom SuperBand!'' (a crowd of live-action people waving towels and cheering is shown) | ||
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| + | '''Patrick''': These are some ugly looking fish.<br> | ||
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| + | '''SpongeBob''': Maybe we're in those toxic waste dumps.<br> | ||
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| + | '''Mr. Krabs:''' I think I'm gonna be sick.<br> | ||
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| + | '''Squidward:''' (Nervously) Okay, everybody. Let's get this over with. One, two, three, four... | ||
| − | + | (Several band members play trumpets for a short time) | |
| − | + | ('''Music:''' "Sweet Victory") | |
| − | + | (SpongeBob begins singing) | |
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| − | + | [SINGING] The winner takes all, it's the thrill of one more kill. The last one to fall will never sacrifice their will. Don't ever look back on the wind closing in. The only attack were their wings on the wind. Oh, the daydream begins. And it's sweet, sweet, sweet victory, yeah. And it's ours for the taking, it's ours for the fight, in the sweet, sweet, sweet victory, yeah. | |
| + | And the world is ours to follow. Sweet, sweet, sweet victory. | ||
| − | + | (Squilliam is shocked at the band's success and Squidward looks at Squilliam in an evil and smug way causing Squilliam to be scared. Squidward as he makes rock star moves, Squilliam passes out of a heart attack and Squidward waves good bye to him as medical doctors take him away in the distance. Squidward jumps into the air, delighted that he has a great band) | |
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Latest revision as of 17:11, 17 November 2024
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Episode Article: Band Geeks
[edit] Characters
- Squidward
- Squilliam Fancyson
- Patrick
- SpongeBob
- Sandy
- Plankton
- Mrs. Puff
- Mr. Krabs
- Larry the Lobster
- Pearl
- Harold
- Nancy
- Doctor Gill Gilliam
- Frank (Cameo Character)
- David Glen Eisley, the lead singer SpongeBob from Sweet Victory.
[edit] Dialogue
(Squidward plays his clarinet until doorbell rings)
Doctor Gill Gilliam: Yeah, uhh, we're with the pet hospital down the street, and I understand that you have a dying animal on the premises. (Squidward slams door. shellphone rings, Squidward picks it up)
Squidward: Hello. You've reached the house of unrecognized talent. Please start after the (plays a foul clarinet note)
Squilliam: (in left side of a split screen) Sounds like you've got a dying animal to attend to, eh ol' chum?
Squidward: (on right side of split screen) Squilliam Fancyson from band class?!
Squilliam: (snooty) I hear you're playing the cash register now.
Squidward: Sometimes. Uh, how's the unibrow?
Squilliam: It's big and valuable. I'm the leader of a big fancy band now, and we're supposed to play the BUBBLE BOWL next week.
Squidward: (stammering) The ba-ba-ba...The ba-ba-ba...The ba-ba-ba...
Squilliam: That's right. I'm living YOUR dreams Squidward. The problem is, I'm busy next week and can't make it. So, I was hoping you and your band could cover for us.
Squidward: (still stammering) Ohh, uhh, I...I, uhh...
Squilliam: I knew it! You don't even have a band! Well, I'll just let you get back to the service industry now.
Squidward: HOLD IT! It just so happens that I don't sell fast food, I do have a
band, and we're going to play that Bubble Bowl! How do you like that, Fancy Boy?!
Squilliam: Good luck, next Tuesday. I hope the audience brings lots of…Ibuprofen! (hangs up phone)
Squidward: I've got to drum up a marching band fast! Drum...haha...band humor.
(screen fades to Bikini Bottomites reading off of band practice flyers)
Sandy: Looking to add fulfillment to your dull, dull life?
Plankton: Then become part of the greatest musical sensation to ever hit Bikini Bottom.
Mrs. Puff: And be forever adored by thousands of people you don't know.
Mr. Krabs: Not to mention free refreshments.
Larry: Practice begins tonight. 8:30 sharp. (Squidward looks at his watch while driving a canoe car with instruments)
Squidward: Stupid music rental clerk made me late. That trilobite didn't know an oboe from an elbow. Elbow, heh, more
band humor.
[ALL CHATTERING]
Squidward: People, people, settle down! Ok, now. How many of you have played musical instruments before?
Plankton: Do instruments of torture count?
Squidward: No.
Patrick: Is mayonnaise an instrument?
Squidward: No, Patrick, mayonnaise is not an instrument. (Patrick raises his hand again) Horse radish is not an
instrument, either. (Patrick lowers his hand) That's fine. No one has experience. Fortunately, I have enough
talent for all of you. (laughs)
Mr. Krabs: When do we get the free food?
Squidward: Okay, try to repeat after me. (Squidward plays 6 notes) Brass section, go. (brass section repeats) Good. Now the wind. (wind section repeats) And the drums. (drum players, including SpongeBob, misunderstand what Squidward means, so they blow on their drum sticks, which blow out and stick Squidward to the wall) Too bad that didn't kill me. (Next scene)
Let's just try stepping in rhythm. Now I want everyone to stand in straight rows of five.
SpongeBob: Is this the part where we start kicking?
Squidward: No, SpongeBob, that's a chorus line.
Patrick: Kicking?! I want to do some kicking! (kicks Sandy in her leg and balls)
Sandy: Ow! Why, you…! Why I oughta. (dust cloud of beatings appears with Sandy jumping at Patrick, which then goes out an open door, which then closes)
[PATRICK YELLS OUTSIDE]
Patrick: Whoever's the owner of a white sedan, you left your lights on. (Patrick walks in with his head and torso seperated by a trombone, his head in the horn, then plays a tune with a series of A and B-flats. When he sits down, he plays a loud blare as the trombone slide goes down and opens his mouth, then when the note is over, he looks down with his head straight)
French Narrator: Day two. (band walking down a street playing)
Squidward: Okay, that's perfect everybody. Bubble Bowl here we come. Flag twirlers, really spin those things. Okay, turn.
Flag twirlers, let's go. I wanna see some spinning. Flag twirlers let's move!!! C'mon, move!!! (flag twirlers spin fast and fly into the air and explode when running into a blimp. Trumpet player plays "Taps", then Squidward lies down on street, curled up in a ball)
French Narrator: Day three.
Squidward: How's that harmonica solo coming, Plankton?
Plankton: It's tremendous! Ya wanna see? (runs to his harmonica and plays the first note. Runs along and plays another note. Runs down and plays three notes at the same time. He gets tired and walks slowly to another note. Has trouble playing it. Falls down and spreads saliva)
French Narrator: Day four.
Squidward: Well, this is our last night together before the show. And I know that none of you improved since we began…
(Patrick chews on a trumpet) …but I have a theory. People talk loud when they wanna act smart, right?
Plankton: (loudly) CORRECT!!
Squidward: So, if we play loud, people might think we're good. Everybody ready? (everybody gets their instuments ready) And a one, and a two, and a one, two, three, four! (Instantly a piercing loud horrible sound from the instruments breaks the windows apart and causes a small earthquake. Squidward's face is deformed like a Picasso painting and his baton breaks in half) Okay, new theory..... Maybe we should play so quietly, no one can hear us.
Harold: (Australian accent) Well, maybe we wouldn't sound so bad if some people didn't try to play with big, meaty claws!
Mr. Krabs: What did you say, punk?!
Harold: (Angrily) BIG, MEATY CLAWS!
Mr. Krabs: (Turns his eyes in anger) Well, these claws ain't just for attracting mates.
Harold: Bring it on, old man! Bring it on!
SpongeBob: No, people. Let's be smart and bring it off.
Nancy: Oh ho, so now the talking cheese is going to preach to us. (everyone begins to argue)
Squidward: Wait, wait. I know tensions are high. (everyone gets into a fight. Pilar and Larry are yelling at each other. Medley slams a drum on him.) There's a deposit on the equipment, people! (everyone uses their instruments as weapons. Mr. Krabs and Harold charge with clarinets like a joust but they slow down as Mrs. Puff slams them with cymbals.) Settle down, please. (Sandy and Frank are fighting. Sandy destroys Frank's xylophone by chopping it with a drum stick and he runs away. Patrick furiously kicks Sandy in the balls, and Sandy glares, turns red and snarls before grabbing a trombone. Patrick screams and runs off as Sandy chases him and the clock sounds at 10 and everyone stops fighting)
Fred: Hey, class is over! (they all walk to the door making up their fight where Squidward slams them open)
Squidward: Well, you did it. You took my one chance at happiness and crushed it. Crushed it into little tiny, bite-size
pieces. I really had expected better of you people. I guess I'm a loser for that, too. Don't bother showing up tomorrow.
I'll just tell them you all died in a marching accident. So, thanks, thanks for nothing.
Patrick: You're welcome.
SpongeBob: What kind of monsters are we? That poor creature came to us in his hour of need, and we failed him. Squidward's always been there for us when it was convenient for him. Evelyn, when your little Jimmy was trapped in a fire, who rescued him?
Evelyn: A firemen.
SpongeBob: And Larry, when you fail out from all those tanning pills, who revived you?
Larry: Some guy in an ambulance.
SpongeBob: Right. So, if we can all just pretend that Squidward was a fireman, or a guy in an ambulance, then I'm sure
that we can all pull together and discover what it truly means: to be in a marching band.
Harold: Yeah, for the fireman!
All: Hooray!
SpongeBob: Now let's make Squidward proud. A-one, a-two, a-skiddleydiddleydoo. (bubble-wipe to the Bubble Bowl)
Squidward: I knew this was going to happen. They're just going to have to find another band to play. I just hope
that... (sees Squilliam) ...SQUILLIAM DOESN'T FIND OUT! SQUILLIAM!! AH! What are you doing here?
Squilliam: (laughs) I just wanted to watch you blow it. So, where's your band?
Squidward: Um, they couldn't come. They...died.
Squilliam: Then who's that?
Squidward: AH! THAT WOULD BE MY BAND!
SpongeBob: We're ready to perform, Squidward.
Squilliam: Well, Squiddy, this is exactly how I pictured your band with look. (SpongeBob dances while flicking his tongue back and forth)
Squidward: That's his...eager face. (Squilliam laughs. They all go into the Bubble Bowl)
Squidward: Well, I guess this will be the last time I can show my face in this town.
SpongeBob: That's the spirit, Squidward. (bowl raises above a football field)
Football Announcer: OK, football fans. Put your hands together for the Bikini Bottom SuperBand! (a crowd of live-action people waving towels and cheering is shown)
Patrick: These are some ugly looking fish.
SpongeBob: Maybe we're in those toxic waste dumps.
Mr. Krabs: I think I'm gonna be sick.
Squidward: (Nervously) Okay, everybody. Let's get this over with. One, two, three, four...
(Several band members play trumpets for a short time) (Music: "Sweet Victory") (SpongeBob begins singing)
[SINGING] The winner takes all, it's the thrill of one more kill. The last one to fall will never sacrifice their will. Don't ever look back on the wind closing in. The only attack were their wings on the wind. Oh, the daydream begins. And it's sweet, sweet, sweet victory, yeah. And it's ours for the taking, it's ours for the fight, in the sweet, sweet, sweet victory, yeah. And the world is ours to follow. Sweet, sweet, sweet victory.
(Squilliam is shocked at the band's success and Squidward looks at Squilliam in an evil and smug way causing Squilliam to be scared. Squidward as he makes rock star moves, Squilliam passes out of a heart attack and Squidward waves good bye to him as medical doctors take him away in the distance. Squidward jumps into the air, delighted that he has a great band)
