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Fueling The Bus
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Revision as of 05:48, 9 July 2013
SpongeBob: (in song) Sing? Sing a song? A song of wanting to move along! To a land where all our dre-e. (The bus lifts but drops when SpongeBob hits a wrong note) [normally] Whoops, sorry. (in song) To a land where all our dreeeeeams, can finally come true. A bubble I long for, that so eludes me, but soon enough I will seeeeeeeeeeeeeee............
Mr Krabs: Well that's just splendid boy! A land where it rains money! More than you can spend. With fives and tens and fifties and I'll want to be your friend.
Plankton: Ha ha ha! Such a valiant desire! He he he! The lost weapons of Atlantis-the most advanced of all time. As soon as this dopey song is done I plan to make them miiiiine!
Sandy: Did y'all hear something? I can hardly believe that there's a lost city where having smarts is more important-than being pretty! With all their advanced science, and my painfully large mind!
Sandy #2: [Clone] I bet we can figure out how to make wondrous things, like melons with edible rinds!
Squidward: As a connoisseur of fine art, I'm proud to say! I've always seen things in my own special way! 'Art'-lantis with their glorious aesthetics, I'll cop their style in a while- my art will be prophetic!
Patrick: I'm Patrick, I'm Patrick, Patrick-Patrick-Patrick! And I like um, uuuuh, (normal) I don't know what I like. (They start falling out of the sky)
