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Episode Transcript: The Masterpiece
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Episode Article: The Masterpiece
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(episode begins at the Krusty Krab)
Mr. Krabs: It's coming up on that time again. Okay, boy, fire her up.
SpongeBob: With pleasure, Mr. Krabs. (puts on rubber gloves and gets the key from underneath his shoe. Puts the key into the stove ignition and turns it on to work like a car. Pushes on the pedal) I love this part of the job.
Mr. Krabs: Don't forget the cheese.
SpongeBob: And this part ain't bad either! (gets out a cheese slice, inserts it into his body, and squirts it out of his holes in square slices)
Mr. Krabs: Looks good, kiddo. You want to do the honors?
SpongeBob: (gasps) You don't mean...
Mr. Krabs: Oh, I mean.
SpongeBob: (gets on his knees and bows to Mr. Krabs) Thank you, Mr. Krabs. Thank you. It is both an honor and a privilege that I shall---
Mr. Krabs: What are you going on about? I let you turn the sign every day. (cut to SpongeBob walking up to the closed sign and puts a briefcase down. Opens it up to put on his "ceremonial gloves" to turn the sign)
SpongeBob: As I don the ceremonial white gloves, I can continue the eternal cycle and now deem the Krusty Krab...open. (turns the sign from "closed" to "open") Patrons, spring forth. (holds the front door open) The Krusty Krab will now seat you. (no one is there)
Mr. Krabs: (storms to SpongeBob) All right, you landlubbers, get the lead-- (gasps) Neptune's jewels! Where are all me costumers? And just when the Krabby Patty was about to go triple platinum. Squidward. Squidward? Squidward!
SpongeBob: (looks behind the counter. Squidward is watching television) No need to shout Mr. Krabs, he's right here, secretly watching his favorite soap, As The Tide Turns.
Squidward: (covers SpongeBob's mouth) Shut it, SpongeBob. Gil is about to reveal his secret. (cut to Gill on the television)
Gill: (on TV) You understand? Them guppies — them's my children. (cut back to Squidward)
Squidward: I knew it!
Mr. Krabs: In case you two haven't noticed, we got no customers! And we're not gonna get 'em back if you two lazy Susans sit around the TV all day.
Mr. Sea Chicken: (on TV) Cock-a-doodle-yum! (squawks. Cut to the television, revealing a chicken) Rise and shine! We're the best restaurant in the sea!
Mr. Krabs: (jumps on Squidward, squishing him) Who dares lay claim to the title best restaurant in the sea?
Mr. Sea Chicken: (on TV; a shot of a restaurant appears) The Sea Chicken Shack! (cut to Mr. Sea Chicken pecking at a "sea chicken sandwich." A male announcer begins talking and Mr. Sea Chicken turns to face the camera, surprised)
Announcer: (on TV) Say, Mr. Sea Chicken, how's the flavor of that zesty sea chicken sandwich?
Mr. Sea Chicken: (on TV) It's im-peck-able! (squawks. Cut to him pacing) So come on down to my Sea Chicken Shack, (stops) and don't forget the kids. (four kids come up to him and hang on him)
Mr. Krabs: Blimey, this is the first I've heard of this Mr. Sea Chicken. There goes me monopoly. But how did he lure away me loyal customers away so fast? SpongeBob, I need you to head over to the Sea Chicken Shack and see what's cookin'.
SpongeBob: You want me to go undercover?
Mr. Krabs: Uh, that won't be necessary, boy. Just look around, see how he's roping in all these customers.
SpongeBob: Understood, Mr. Krabs. (raises his arm and takes a picture with his armpit) How do you like my new armpit spy cam, huh? Huh?
Mr. Krabs: SpongeBob, I don't need a spy.
SpongeBob: Oh, and check this out, (pulls out a pen) a special spy pen! Looks just like a regular pen, right? See? See? See? See? See? See? Just a pen, right? See?
Mr. Krabs: Right.
SpongeBob: Well, you'd be mistaken, sir, because this pen is also... (turns the end into that of a pencil) ...a pencil. Hmm? Pretty sweet undercover spy stuff, huh, Mr. Krabs?
Mr. Krabs: (throws the pen away) Boy, stop this nonsense!
SpongeBob: You're right, sir. Who needs a spy pen when you are a master in the undercover arts? I blend in with the common man. Then, like a whisper, I am gone. (bubble-wipe to Sea Chicken Shack where SpongeBob is in disguise) Yellow Scrubber to Big Red. Come in, Big Red.
Mr. Krabs: Just tell me what you see, SpongeBob.
SpongeBob: I am inside. I repeat, I am inside. Nothing of interest to report so far. In fact, it's kind of dumpy. And customer safety... (Billy sits on a chair. The chair collapses as soon as he sits down and he falls) ...a little lax. (Billy begins to drink soda) And it smells in here like a tuna bathed in algae after running a marathon.
Charlie: (drenching in sweat after running a marathon) Oh, so it's a crime now to exercise?
Mr. Krabs: What about the food?
SpongeBob: I have infiltrated the line right now, and I'll report back once I have obtained sample.
Sea Chicken Shack cashier: Next.
SpongeBob: One of your finest sandwiches, please.
Sea Chicken Shack cashier: I'm afraid I can't do that, sir. Please refer to our policy regarding dress. (pulls down a window shade-like thing with the policy)
SpongeBob: (reads policy) "Headbands equal no service." (policy is released and rolls up) Barnacles! My disguise's only weakness. (two employees grab SpongeBob and take him away) Whoa! Mayday, Big Red. Contact has not been established. Mission abort. Mission abort! (employees throw SpongeBob out) Yellow Scrubber to Big Red, I was not able to obtain any intel.
Mr. Krabs: Cut the spy lingo and just tell me, is there anything remarkable about the Sea Chicken Shack?
SpongeBob: Other than the faux dilapidation, not really.
Mr. Krabs: What you're describing is an absolute dump. Are there any unique or interesting amenities that might attract me customers in any way?
SpongeBob: No. Great Barrier Reef!
Mr. Krabs: What is it, lad? What do you see?
SpongeBob: I see... (camera zooms out to reveal a huge statue in the form of Mr. Sea Chicken. A bunch of kids are climbing on the statue) ...a giant statue depicting Mr. Sea Chicken and all his glory!
Mr. Krabs: A statue? How does a statue steal me customers? (static is heard on other end of radio) SpongeBob? SpongeBob? (cut to SpongeBob's wristband radio on the ground, indicating that he's taken it off. Cut to the statue. SpongeBob is now climbing on it. He laughs and cheers. Cut back to Krabs) Of course, Mr. Sea Chicken, you mad trickster, you, cater to the kids and the parents will foll-er. (bubble-wipe to later at Krusty Krab) Boys, we don't have much time, so I'm gonna make this short and sweet. I need an artist, someone with a vision...
Squidward: Oh, boy.
Mr. Krabs: Someone among us with a big talent...
Squidward: He's talking about me.
Mr. Krabs: Someone to create a glorious, towering statue of my likeness. You guys know anyone around here with an artistic bone in their body?
SpongeBob: Oh! Oh! Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh! I do.
Mr. Krabs: Ooh, really? Who?
SpongeBob: Guess.
Mr. Krabs: Um, Larry the Lobster?
SpongeBob: No.
Mr. Krabs: Old Man Jenkins?
SpongeBob: No.
Mr. Krabs: One-tooth Sally?
SpongeBob: No.
Mr. Krabs: My mom?
SpongeBob: No.
Squidward: For the love of all things briny, it's me!
SpongeBob: Correct.
Mr. Krabs: Oh, that's right, Squidward. You do dabble in the doodling doodly-doo.
Squidward: For those who care, I am nothing short of an artistic genius.
SpongeBob: Word.
Squidward: Unfortunately, that precludes me from doing any commercial pieces. Goodbye.
Mr. Krabs: Hey, hey, now hold on, Mr. Squidward. You and I aren't that different from each other. We both "make product."
Squidward: Are you suggesting the Krabby Patties are art?
Mr. Krabs: Yes. Squidward, do you have any idea how many people come to the Krusty Krab every day?
Squidward: Oh, I don't know, 12?
Mr. Krabs: Well, that's 12 more seeing your art than yesterday.
Squidward: (sighs) All right, Krabs, I'll do it. But I will need complete artistic control.
Mr. Krabs: You got it, long as it's done by opening tomorrow.
Squidward: Yes, tom-tomorrow?!
Mr. Krabs: As advertised.
Squidward: I can't make a work for the ages overnight. Art does not march to a ticking clock. Art shall come when art is good and ready, sir.
Mr. Krabs: If you want the public to experience your cultural input, get it ready by 8:00 AM.
Squidward: I'll need an assistant.
Mr. Krabs: Here you go. (SpongeBob is Squidward's assistant)
Squidward: Fine. The first thing I need you to do, assistant, is get me a giant stone so that I may sculpt this masterpiece.
SpongeBob: Anything for the artiste.
Squidward: And don't dilly... (SpongeBob pushes a giant stone into the Krusty Krab) ...dally. Nice rock.
SpongeBob: Isn't it? I can't believe no one was using it. (cut to a museum, which SpongeBob took the rock from. It collapses from not having the rock)
Mr. Krabs: I'm gonna be rich!
Squidward: I'm gonna be famous!
SpongeBob: I'm gonna be Squidward's assistant giant rock fetcher! (bubble-wipe to later where Mr. Krabs is posing for Squidward)
Squidward: Prepare to be immortalized in stone.
Mr. Krabs: Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey! What do you think you're doing? I'm...shy.
Squidward: I am posing you! Did you think the sculpture was going to make itself? (cut to a shot of Mr. Krabs from behind) Don't you want the money this statue's going to bring in? (Mr. Krabs drops the towel)
Mr. Krabs: Like this?
Squidward: Nope.
Mr. Krabs: Or this? (poses with a bow and arrow)
Squidward: Nope.
Mr. Krabs: Or this? (poses with a golden discus)
Squidward: Nope.
Mr. Krabs: Or this? (poses as The Thinker)
Squidward: Nope.
Mr. Krabs: Oh, come on, Squidward. (sniffs his armpits)
Squidward: Mm. (gets an idea) Hold that pose! Don't move a muscle. (chuckles)
Mr. Krabs: How long am I gonna have to stay like this?
Squidward: As long as it takes. (uses a hammer and chisel on the stone but they disintegrate when they touch the stone. Calls SpongeBob who gives him a jackhammer. SpongeBob turns the jackhammer on, which causes Squidward's hat and eyes to come off. SpongeBob turns the jackhammer off and Squidward gets angry; SpongeBob nervously gives Squidward's eyes back to him. Sculpts but then sees SpongeBob pose so he sends him away. Notices that he sculpted SpongeBob's face on the stone, angering him. Mr. Krabs is sleeping in his office and holding a cup of coffee until SpongeBob wakes him up and tells him to go back outside. While Squidward is sculpting, SpongeBob vacuums the small stone pieces and throws them away. Mr. Krabs grows tired of the post, but SpongeBob helps him out by putting a spoon and fork under his arms to help them stay up. Quickly sculpts. Bubble-wipe to next morning where Squidward gets finished with the sculpture and sighs)
Mr. Krabs: Come on, Squidward, I'm about to give out!
Squidward: All done. (the spoon and fork break into pieces and Mr. Krabs' left arm snaps)
Mr. Krabs: Okay, let's see it!
Squidward: Make sure you wear sunglasses, or you may be blinded by my genius.
Mr. Krabs: Yeah, yeah, just show me. (Squidward pulls back the curtain)
Squidward: Voi...la! (Mr. Krabs looks at the unveiled masterpiece standing before him, and his grin of anticipation slowly turns into a frown, then his body forms cracks, and shatters into bits. The masterpiece is revealed to look like Mr. Krabs, but with a sharp-toothed mouth on the stomach)
Mr. Krabs: (stands up) What's that supposed to be?
Squidward: This is a masterpiece.
Mr. Krabs: I don't have a mouth in my stomach!
Squidward: It represents the gaping, mashing maw of consumerism and the endless cavern it creates within us all. I call it "Mopression."
Mr. Krabs: Whatever that means. But is it safe for kids to play on?
Squidward: This is art, not a swing set!
Mr. Krabs: Well, we should do a dry run before we let the general public use it. SpongeBob!
SpongeBob: Reporting for duty, sir!
Mr. Krabs: I'm gonna need you to frolic and play on this here doohickey thingy.
Squidward: It is not a doohickey, it's art!
SpongeBob: I read you loud and clear, captain. Loud and clear. (swings on the statue's nose and it falls on top of him) Wow. This is heavy.
Mr. Krabs: Squidward! I can't let children play on that-that-that weapon! I'm gonna get my pants sued off!
Squidward: What? You wanted a piece of art and that's what you got!
Mr. Krabs: Oh, it's a piece, all right, a piece of junk!
SpongeBob: Mr. Krabs, if I may be allowed to float an idea.
Mr. Krabs: Did you hear something? (bubble-wipe to Mr. Krabs being painted golden and having kids climb on him) Oh, how long do I have to stay like this?
Squidward: As long as you're wanting to sell this many patties. (Mr. Krabs groans)
SpongeBob: I think you look really good, sir. You're golden! (laughs)
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