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{{L|Mrs. Puff|Ok, class, quiet, quiet. Now get you papers and pencils and write the assignment. ''[class groans]''}}
 
{{L|Mrs. Puff|Ok, class, quiet, quiet. Now get you papers and pencils and write the assignment. ''[class groans]''}}
 
{{L|SpongeBob|Did you hear that? We get an assignment!}}
 
{{L|SpongeBob|Did you hear that? We get an assignment!}}
{{L|Mrs. Puff|Everyone must write an essay on What to Do at a Stoplight. ''[class groans again]''}}
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{{L|Mrs. Puff|Everyone must write an essay on What Not to Do at a Stoplight. ''[class groans again]''}}
{{L|SpongeBob|Did you hear that? What to Do at a Stoplight?}}
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{{L|SpongeBob|Did you hear that? What Not to Do at a Stoplight?}}
 
{{L|Mrs. Puff|In no less than 800 words. ''[squeals and class groans again]''}}
 
{{L|Mrs. Puff|In no less than 800 words. ''[squeals and class groans again]''}}
 
{{L|Peterson|''[acting like SpongeBob]'' Did you hear that? 800 words!}}
 
{{L|Peterson|''[acting like SpongeBob]'' Did you hear that? 800 words!}}
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{{L|Mrs.Puff|Due tomorrow. And remember class: work hard and no goofing off.}}
 
{{L|Mrs.Puff|Due tomorrow. And remember class: work hard and no goofing off.}}
 
{{L|''[back at SpongeBob's house]''}}
 
{{L|''[back at SpongeBob's house]''}}
{{L|SpongeBob|OK Gary, no goofing off. I'm about to write the greatest essay of all time. Like most great essays, it is to be written on paper. Even more important than the paper is the pencil. A pencil is as sharp or as dull as I like. Hmm.. funny... as my ideas grow, you shrink. Well, I couldn't have asked for a more beautiful day to write an essay. ''[looks at window, it's dull outside]'' OK, here we go. What to Do at a Spotlight. Hey this is boring! By sntaPerauqS boBegnopS. Hah! This essay is pure gold! And now pencil, get ready to do your stuff because here we go! ''[SpongeBob's clock is shown. Several hours pass and has still only written 8 words]'' Gee, this is harder than I thought... ''[looks outside. There is a carnival. Squidward is suntanning. A boy is eating ice cream. Gary is playing with a ball. Jellyfish are playing tennis. Patrick is rubbing Sandy with sunscreen]''}}
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{{L|SpongeBob|OK Gary, no goofing off. I'm about to write the greatest essay of all time. Like most great essays, it is to be written on paper. Even more important than the paper is the pencil. A pencil is as sharp or as dull as I like. Hmm.. funny... as my ideas grow, you shrink. Well, I couldn't have asked for a more beautiful day to write an essay. ''[looks at window, it's colorful outside]'' OK, here we go. What Not to Do at a Spotlight. Hey this is easy! By SpongeBob SquarePants. Hah! This essay is pure gold! And now pencil, get ready to do your stuff because here we go! ''[SpongeBob's clock is shown. Several hours pass and has still only written 8 words]'' Gee, this is harder than I thought... ''[looks outside. There is a carnival. Squidward is suntanning. A boy is eating ice cream. Gary is playing with a ball. Jellyfish are playing tennis. Patrick is rubbing Sandy with sunscreen]''}}
 
{{L|Patrick|Come on, SpongeBob!}}
 
{{L|Patrick|Come on, SpongeBob!}}
 
{{L|SpongeBob|It should be against the law to have to write an essay on such a super sailorific, sunshiny day. Oh! But I must press onward, because with this pencil, and the completion of this essay, I'll be one step closer to my driver's license! ''[a live-action drag race is shown. a car hits a wall, tumbles and gets back up. cut back to SpongeBob]'' This'll be no problemo. I've got plenty of time. It's only-six o'clock! Okay, okay here we go. ''[SpongeBob struggles to write]'' I know, I've got to get blood pumpin' in the own noodle. How about some calisthenics? ''[does calisthenics. While doing it, he recites Hup Ho several times. His nose and eyelashes do the same thing.]'' I can feel those juices pumpin' now! ''[moves his chair closer to the table. he does it a lot because of the fun noise it makes. He then laughs]'' Huh! What am I doing? I've gotta write that paper. ''[pushes his chair in]'' Come on pencil, make words.}}
 
{{L|SpongeBob|It should be against the law to have to write an essay on such a super sailorific, sunshiny day. Oh! But I must press onward, because with this pencil, and the completion of this essay, I'll be one step closer to my driver's license! ''[a live-action drag race is shown. a car hits a wall, tumbles and gets back up. cut back to SpongeBob]'' This'll be no problemo. I've got plenty of time. It's only-six o'clock! Okay, okay here we go. ''[SpongeBob struggles to write]'' I know, I've got to get blood pumpin' in the own noodle. How about some calisthenics? ''[does calisthenics. While doing it, he recites Hup Ho several times. His nose and eyelashes do the same thing.]'' I can feel those juices pumpin' now! ''[moves his chair closer to the table. he does it a lot because of the fun noise it makes. He then laughs]'' Huh! What am I doing? I've gotta write that paper. ''[pushes his chair in]'' Come on pencil, make words.}}
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{{L|SpongeBob|Uh...Marco!}}
 
{{L|SpongeBob|Uh...Marco!}}
 
{{L|Patrick|Polo! ''[Hangs Up]''}}
 
{{L|Patrick|Polo! ''[Hangs Up]''}}
{{L|SpongeBob|Yeah, well I gotta get going Patrick, got an important essay to write? ''[hangs up phone]'' Sheesh, what a chatterbox. Can't he see that I'm busy? ''[back to his desk with eraser shavings on his paper]'' I can't write with all these eraser shavings all over my paper! Now they're floating around my thinking space. ''[blows them away]'' So long Pesky Particles! ''[floats back to SpongeBob chokes on one]'' I swallowed one! I'm choking! Die! (not really) That was a close one.}}
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{{L|SpongeBob|Yeah, well I gotta get going Patrick, got an important essay to write? ''[hangs up phone]'' Sheesh, what a chatterbox. Can't he see that I'm busy? ''[back to his desk with eraser shavings on his paper]'' I can't write with all these eraser shavings all over my paper! Now they're floating around my thinking space. ''[blows them away]'' So long Pesky Particles! ''[floats back to SpongeBob chokes on one]'' I swallowed one! I'm choking! Water, water! ''[goes to the kitchen and drinks water]'' That was a close one.}}
 
{{L|Gary|Meow.}}
 
{{L|Gary|Meow.}}
 
{{L|SpongeBob|What do you mean 'overly dramatic?' Gary? All that choking sure made me hungry.}}
 
{{L|SpongeBob|What do you mean 'overly dramatic?' Gary? All that choking sure made me hungry.}}
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{{L|SpongeBob|No! ''[the house burns, screams]'' What have I done?! Help! Help! My house is on fire! ''[continues running around his burnt house until it comes to life]''}}
 
{{L|SpongeBob|No! ''[the house burns, screams]'' What have I done?! Help! Help! My house is on fire! ''[continues running around his burnt house until it comes to life]''}}
 
{{L|House|SpongeBob, why? Why did you set me on fire, SpongeBob?! Why didn't you just write your essay?! STOP WASTING TIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIME!!!}}
 
{{L|House|SpongeBob, why? Why did you set me on fire, SpongeBob?! Why didn't you just write your essay?! STOP WASTING TIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIME!!!}}
{{L|SpongeBob|''[wakes up]'' Where's my essay! Oh, there you are! ''[laughs]'' I must have dozed off. ''[grabs his paper from his head]'' Lets see where are we? ''[holding his paper with a word "The" is still there, puts the paper down on the desk]'' Do I dare look at the clock..? ''[gasps]'' It's almost 9 o' clock! Class starts in 5 minutes! How am I going to write this whole paper in 5 minutes? How am I supposed to know what to do at a stoplight?? F***ing your snail is something not to do at a stoplight! ''[Writing]'' And making dinner, and lighting candles, and drinking pee, and karate chopping your friends, and calling the tv, and shooting the mailman, and fallin' asleep... ''[cut to SpongeBob running to the boating school]'' Mrs. Puff! Mrs. Puff! I'm finished! 800 words! I'm finished! Here it is! ''[goes inside, but nobody is there]'' Huh? Mrs. Puff? Where is everybody?}}
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{{L|SpongeBob|''[wakes up]'' Where's my essay! Oh, there you are! ''[laughs]'' I must have dozed off. ''[grabs his paper from his head]'' Lets see where are we? ''[holding his paper with a word "The" is still there, puts the paper down on the desk]'' Do I dare look at the clock..? ''[gasps]'' It's almost 9 o' clock! Class starts in 5 minutes! How am I going to write this whole paper in 5 minutes? How am I supposed to know what to do at a stoplight?? Feeding your snail is something not to do at a stoplight! ''[Writing]'' And making a sandwich, and lighting candles, and drinking water, and calling your friends, and karate chopping the tv, and shooting the brief with the mailman, and fallin' asleep... ''[cut to SpongeBob running to the boating school]'' Mrs. Puff! Mrs. Puff! I'm finished! 800 words! I'm finished! Here it is! ''[goes inside, but nobody is there]'' Huh? Mrs. Puff? Where is everybody?}}
 
{{L|Mrs. Puff|Oh, there you are SpongeBob.}}
 
{{L|Mrs. Puff|Oh, there you are SpongeBob.}}
 
{{L|SpongeBob|Here you go, Mrs. Puff! all about stoplights and what to do at 'em.}}
 
{{L|SpongeBob|Here you go, Mrs. Puff! all about stoplights and what to do at 'em.}}
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{{L|Mrs. Puff|I'm sorry, SpongeBob. I tried to call you.. I have to go to a teacher's convention!}}
{{L|Mrs. Puff|I}}
 
{{L|SpongeBob|ay?}}
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{{L|SpongeBob|But what about my essay?}}
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{{L|Mrs. Puff|I decided to cancel the assignment. We're just going to take a field trip to a stoplight instead. See you next week!}}
{{L|''[SpongeBob rips his essay. He then rips himself. This is then played backwards]''}}
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{{L|''[SpongeBob rips his essay. He then rips himself]''}}
 
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[[Category:Episode transcripts]]

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  • Mrs. Puff: Ok, class, quiet, quiet. Now get you papers and pencils and write the assignment. [class groans]
  • SpongeBob: Did you hear that? We get an assignment!
  • Mrs. Puff: Everyone must write an essay on What Not to Do at a Stoplight. [class groans again]
  • SpongeBob: Did you hear that? What Not to Do at a Stoplight?
  • Mrs. Puff: In no less than 800 words. [squeals and class groans again]
  • Peterson: [acting like SpongeBob] Did you hear that? 800 words!
  • SpongeBob: Yeah, I know!
  • Mrs.Puff: Due tomorrow. And remember class: work hard and no goofing off.
  • [back at SpongeBob's house]
  • SpongeBob: OK Gary, no goofing off. I'm about to write the greatest essay of all time. Like most great essays, it is to be written on paper. Even more important than the paper is the pencil. A pencil is as sharp or as dull as I like. Hmm.. funny... as my ideas grow, you shrink. Well, I couldn't have asked for a more beautiful day to write an essay. [looks at window, it's colorful outside] OK, here we go. What Not to Do at a Spotlight. Hey this is easy! By SpongeBob SquarePants. Hah! This essay is pure gold! And now pencil, get ready to do your stuff because here we go! [SpongeBob's clock is shown. Several hours pass and has still only written 8 words] Gee, this is harder than I thought... [looks outside. There is a carnival. Squidward is suntanning. A boy is eating ice cream. Gary is playing with a ball. Jellyfish are playing tennis. Patrick is rubbing Sandy with sunscreen]
  • Patrick: Come on, SpongeBob!
  • SpongeBob: It should be against the law to have to write an essay on such a super sailorific, sunshiny day. Oh! But I must press onward, because with this pencil, and the completion of this essay, I'll be one step closer to my driver's license! [a live-action drag race is shown. a car hits a wall, tumbles and gets back up. cut back to SpongeBob] This'll be no problemo. I've got plenty of time. It's only-six o'clock! Okay, okay here we go. [SpongeBob struggles to write] I know, I've got to get blood pumpin' in the own noodle. How about some calisthenics? [does calisthenics. While doing it, he recites Hup Ho several times. His nose and eyelashes do the same thing.] I can feel those juices pumpin' now! [moves his chair closer to the table. he does it a lot because of the fun noise it makes. He then laughs] Huh! What am I doing? I've gotta write that paper. [pushes his chair in] Come on pencil, make words.
  • Gary: Meow.
  • SpongeBob: Gary! Hey hey hey Gary! Hows my favorite mollusk? How about you let ol' SpongeBob fix you up something to eat?
  • Gary: Meow.
  • SpongeBob: What do you mean you're not hungry?
  • Gary: Meow.
  • SpongeBob: I know I have an essay to write! Now come on, Gary. [Grabs Gary by his shell and pours some food he takes up a ladder and fills it to ceiling-level] I've got to make sure you have your nutrition Gary, so i'm not leaving until you eat every single bite. [Gary quickly eats it] Gary, are you sure you don't want some creme brulée? Or some chocolate-flavored algae bits? [steps in Garys food] Gee, Gary sure made a mess. I can't work on my essay knowing there's a mess in the kitchen. [cleans it up] Hmmm...I might as well clean the rest of the floor while I'm at it. I should clean these hard-to-reach places too! And these dishes need to be cleaned! Can't have dirty garbage. [cut to SpongeBob, who has already finished] Well, I think it's clean enough now! Why that didn't take too long...and it's only...10 o'clock! No more fooling around! I've gotta get back to work! Ok, Mr. Essay, I say... prepare to be written! [Begins active writing] I'm doing it! I'm doing it! Yeah...yeah...yeah! And some of these, and some of these...Almost there and...done. Well lets see how it looks so far. "The-" Break time! Pacing always helps me think! Let's see, only 799 more words to go...thinks SpongeBob think! [looks at the telephone] Hmm... [cut to Patrick in bed. phone rings and he wakes up]
  • Patrick: Who is that? [picks up phone] Hello?
  • SpongeBob: Hey, Patrick, whatchya up to?
  • Patrick: Sleeping.
  • SpongeBob: Thats really fascinating, are you having a good sleep? Any dreams you'd like to discuss, I remember on the...
  • Patrick: SpongeBob, you and I both know that you're just using me as a distraction so you don't have to write your essay.
  • SpongeBob: [gasps] That is-that is not true! I called to have an engaging conversation with you!
  • Patrick: Well, I'm listening.
  • SpongeBob: Uh...Marco!
  • Patrick: Polo! [Hangs Up]
  • SpongeBob: Yeah, well I gotta get going Patrick, got an important essay to write? [hangs up phone] Sheesh, what a chatterbox. Can't he see that I'm busy? [back to his desk with eraser shavings on his paper] I can't write with all these eraser shavings all over my paper! Now they're floating around my thinking space. [blows them away] So long Pesky Particles! [floats back to SpongeBob chokes on one] I swallowed one! I'm choking! Water, water! [goes to the kitchen and drinks water] That was a close one.
  • Gary: Meow.
  • SpongeBob: What do you mean 'overly dramatic?' Gary? All that choking sure made me hungry.
  • Gary: Meow.
  • SpongeBob: I can't write on an empty stomach Gary, I gotta have my brain food! Now let's see...White or rye bread...or pumpernickel. I guess it depends on the meat inside... and the cheese [doorbell rings] A visitor? For me!? Hello!
  • Mailfish: Package for Mr. SquarePants.
  • SpongeBob: Great thanks! So, uh, do you like delivering mail?
  • Mailfish: It puts bread on the table.
  • SpongeBob: Rye or pumpernickel? [laughs]
  • Maifish: Oh brother..
  • SpongeBob: So, do you deliver your own mail or do you have your own mail person? But then who delivers his mail... Is there a never-ending chain of mailmen delivering mail to other mailmen? I suppose a P.O. box could in theory break the chain...
  • Mailfish: Don't you have a paper to write?
  • SpongeBob: How did he know I'm supposed to be writing an essay? [blipping his eyes and slides back into his house]
  • Realistic Fish Head: In other news, local resident SpongeBob SquarePants only has a few hours left to complete his essay, and yet he continues to goof off. [head sticks out TV] When will he learn?
  • SpongeBob: Hi-yah! [karate chops the TV causing a zap and glass breaking. lights a candle]
  • Chair: Hey, SpongeBob? Over here! Come on, take a seat, put your feet up and relax.
  • SpongeBob: [gasps and a bell rings and drops the candle that went out and the clock lights up] Oh no! Midnight! [running in the hallway and the alarms ring on the walls] Must.. get... back to desk! [runs to the table, but it has enlarged. he jumps up on the chair] Whew, that was a close call. [his pants are missing] Ah! My pants!
  • Pants: Yoo hoo? Down here!
  • SpongeBob: You get up here! I've got to get back to work!
  • Pants: [runs out of SpongeBob's Pineapple to the door] Freedom!
  • SpongeBob: [runs out the door] Stop Pants, you get back here this instant! Paaants...! [door closes, SpongeBob yelps, then tries to get back in, but it is locked. looks in the window. the candle is still lighting the clock spins and breaks that came to life]
  • Clock: [ghostly voice] Time's up, SpongeBob...
  • SpongeBob: [gasps the candle melts]
  • Fire Wick: Only 799 words to go! [laughs sinisterly and he burns essay and the inside of his pineapple burns]
  • SpongeBob: No! [the house burns, screams] What have I done?! Help! Help! My house is on fire! [continues running around his burnt house until it comes to life]
  • House: SpongeBob, why? Why did you set me on fire, SpongeBob?! Why didn't you just write your essay?! STOP WASTING TIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIME!!!
  • SpongeBob: [wakes up] Where's my essay! Oh, there you are! [laughs] I must have dozed off. [grabs his paper from his head] Lets see where are we? [holding his paper with a word "The" is still there, puts the paper down on the desk] Do I dare look at the clock..? [gasps] It's almost 9 o' clock! Class starts in 5 minutes! How am I going to write this whole paper in 5 minutes? How am I supposed to know what to do at a stoplight?? Feeding your snail is something not to do at a stoplight! [Writing] And making a sandwich, and lighting candles, and drinking water, and calling your friends, and karate chopping the tv, and shooting the brief with the mailman, and fallin' asleep... [cut to SpongeBob running to the boating school] Mrs. Puff! Mrs. Puff! I'm finished! 800 words! I'm finished! Here it is! [goes inside, but nobody is there] Huh? Mrs. Puff? Where is everybody?
  • Mrs. Puff: Oh, there you are SpongeBob.
  • SpongeBob: Here you go, Mrs. Puff! all about stoplights and what to do at 'em.
  • Mrs. Puff: I'm sorry, SpongeBob. I tried to call you.. I have to go to a teacher's convention!
  • SpongeBob: But what about my essay?
  • Mrs. Puff: I decided to cancel the assignment. We're just going to take a field trip to a stoplight instead. See you next week!
  • [SpongeBob rips his essay. He then rips himself]