Banned in Bikini Bottom/transcript

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

SpongeBob: I know I've said this 90 times already but...

Music: I Love Krabby Patties

I love Krabby Patties  
I think that they ate 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  
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!

Miss Priss: Come along, sisters. Pay no mind to this crimson abomination!

Squidward: Aaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!

Miss Priss: Greetings. Although your establishment seems ropognent, and foul in nature, It seems not to affend our senceativiies. It is for that reason, plus the fact that we have been stuck on a tour bus for sevral 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) Chothing singer!

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

Miss Priss: Well mister..

Mr. Krabs: Krabs, my lady.

Miss Priss: Mr. Krabs, you know the basic rules of behaving like a civilized bottomfeeder. Perhaps your restaraunt isn't quite the hype of degenerence 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.   
Sweettreatsweet treat.   
(Gerblish)

Miss Priss: (blows her whistle) Look at this wild hooligan. Running a muck, 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.

Miss Priss: Krabby Patty?

SpongeBob: Yeah. That's right.

Miss Priss: Well, anything this fun and delicious can 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?

Miss Priss: I am Mrs. Grizzlepuss. We are the United Organization of Fish Against things that are fun and delicious. 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.

Miss Priss: I would soon 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.

Miss. Priss: Thanks again, Al.

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

Miss Priss: I just love that man.