Banned in Bikini Bottom/transcript

Template:ITranscript Template:BTranscript (At the Krusty Krab. SpongeBob is cooking Krabby Patties, and hears them sizzle. A big puff of steam comes up, and forms the shape of a heart. SpongeBob kisses it.)

SpongeBob: I know I've said this 90 times already but... I love Krabby Patties I think that they are swell. They are the best There's no contest And now I'm going to yell.

SpongeBob: Whew! (SpongeBob fills his holes up with air while Squidward walks to the soda machine with a box of cups, and makes a replica of a house of cards with cups. The music continues.)

I love Krabby Patties! I think they're swell. They're so neat and quite a treat And how I love the way they smell... La la - la la la la - la la -&nbsp La la la la - la la la la la la la la la la la la

Squidward: I knew I shouldn't have gotten out of bed today.

SpongeBob: La la la la laaaaaaa...lalalala!!!

(a tour bus comes out with Miss Priss blowing a whistle that signals more ladies)

Mr. Krabs: Hello, and welcome one, and all your money to ye olde Krusty Krab!

Mrs. Grizzlepuss: Come along, sisters. Pay no mind to this crimson abomination!

Squidward: Aaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!

Mrs. Grizzlepuss: Greetings. Although your establishment seems repugnent, and foul in nature, It seems not to offend our sensativities. It is for that reason, plus the fact that we have been stuck on a tour bus for several days that my sisters and I would like to eat something here.

Squidward: Okay. But first let me call the mortition and tell him his uniform's been stolen. (Squidward cracks up) Clothing zinger!

Mr. Krabs: Squidward! These wretched hags- I mean, these little lovely ladies are obviously here to eat. So let's sell them- I mean, serve them some delicious Krabby Patties!

Mrs. Grizzlepuss: Well mister..

Mr. Krabs: (Lifts eyes off head like a hat.) Krabs, m'lady.

Mrs. Grizzlepuss: Mr. Krabs, you know the basic rules of behaving like a civilized bottomfeeder. Perhaps your restaraunt isn't quite the hive of degenerents it appears to be. And we had you figured all wrong.

Mr. Krabs: Of course you did, because you're about to find out. SpongeBob!

SpongeBob: (still singing "I Love Krabby Patties")

Aaah...I like Krabby Patties! I think they're swell. I like Krabby Patties And you cannot tell. Krabby Patties Krabby Patties. They're so neat. Lalalalala. Sweet to eat. Lalalalala. Realy neat. Really neat. Treat that's neat. Sweet treat sweet treat. (Giberish)

Mrs. Grizzlepuss: (blows her whistle) Look at this wild hooligan. Running amock, singing, dancing, it's shapless, disgusting. Alvert your eyes. Young man, what has caused you to act like this? I must know.

SpongeBob: Actually, ma'am, It's the absolute fun, and deliciousness of a Krabby Patty.

Mrs. Grizzlepuss: Krabby Patty?

SpongeBob: Yeah. That's right.

Mrs. Grizzlepuss: Well, anything this fun and delicious can't be good. Why, what would this world be if everyone cavorted it in such a manner?

Mr. Krabs: Who are you with your tight lips, raised eyebrows, and conservative clothes?

Mrs. Grizzlepuss: I am Mrs. Grizzlepuss. We are the United Organization of Fish Against things that are fun and delicious. Or TUOOFATTAFAD, for short. And we are going to ban these so called Krabby Patties, and close your restaurant forever!

Mr. Krabs: What the...!

SpongeBob: Mrs. Grizzlepuss, maybe if you were to taste the Krabby Patty for yourself, you too could experience the awesome pleasure.

Mrs. Grizzlepuss: I would sooner sprout legs and do the watusi!

SpongeBob: Ooh! Okay.

Mr. Krabs: Ah, it don't matter anyway, lad. She can't close us down. (cut to the Krusty Krab locked up and has a "Closed" sign on it) She closed us down!!!! (cries)

Squidward: You called Miss Priss a disgusting old prune and you threatened her with a french-fry strainer.

Mr. Krabs: Well, I didn't know that her husband was the chief of police.

Mrs. Grizzlepuss: Thanks again, Al.

Officer Al: Anytime, honey. See ya at home for dinner. Mmm, I'm starving. YEE-HA!!!! (drives away)

Mrs. Grizzlepuss: I just love that man.

Mr. Krabs: (Pulls on giant lock in front of door.)

Squidward: How long has he been standing over there.

SpongeBob: (Looks at watch) Um, four days.

Mr. Krabs: It's no use, (breaks out crying while talking) I'M RUINED! (Cries and runs off.)

SpongeBob: You know it's too bad. The only way to sell Krabby Patties is if you opened a place that didn't look like a restuarant and did it secrectly.

Mr. Krabs: (Appears back on screen) THATS IT! A secret Krusty Krab, and I know just where to put it.