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  • Red Blaster
    Bridge Burner
    • Jun 2011
    • 2040

    #91
    Re: TWG CXLII - A Storm of Hard and Boiled [Game Thread]

    Originally posted by thesunfan
    its games like these that make me realize that postcount being off in the TWG subforum is probably a good thing
    I wholeheartedly blame Charu for it being disabled
    Originally posted by hi19hi19
    edgelord Linkin Park adolescent angst music
    Originally posted by choof
    hey great contribution to the thread cucklord the exit's up in the top right of your screen, it's called "log out"
    Originally posted by Funnygurl555
    what's a milky christmas :O

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    • XelNya
      [Kaho]
      FFR Simfile Author
      • Sep 2012
      • 3368

      #92
      Re: TWG CXLII - A Storm of Hard and Boiled [Game Thread]

      Originally posted by thesunfan
      How Do I Get Town To Date Me
      a children's novel by Charu Snivy
      Candy. Those kids will never see it coming.

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      • thesunfan
        Role Tide
        Sectional Moderator
        • May 2011
        • 10859

        #93
        Re: TWG CXLII - A Storm of Hard and Boiled [Game Thread]

        Originally posted by Red Blaster
        I wholeheartedly blame Charu for it being disabled
        lets make him pay for it, shall we?
        Originally posted by Vendetta21
        Did you get a chance to kill that deadbeat sonuvabitch boyfriend of danceguys', "sunfan"? i hate that fucker. he's a stupid head. i'm way smarter and funnier and prettier and richer and more sensitive than him, and like i can get drunk and still hold complex logical conversations n shit and i bet that fucker cant.
        Originally posted by XelNya
        I'd suck a dick in a dark, dark alley.
        Originally posted by star-crossed
        (Someone helpfully lectured us in postgame that we voted out the wrong inactive player with COVID on Day 1.)

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        • Charu
          Snivy! Dohoho!
          FFR Simfile Author
          • Mar 2006
          • 6206

          #94
          Re: TWG CXLII - A Storm of Hard and Boiled [Game Thread]

          Hey, at least I got my Snivy's, do you all have Snivy's? DON'T THINK SO!


          Originally posted by JohnRedWolf87
          Charu the red-nosed Snivy
          Had a very shiny nose
          And if you ever saw it
          You could even say it glows

          All of the other Snivies
          Used to laugh and call him names
          They never let poor Charu
          Join in any Snivy games

          (Click the arrow to see the rest)


          Originally posted by Vendetta21
          All in all I would say that Charu not only won this game, his play made me reconsider how I play it.

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          • DaBackpack
            ~ お ま ん こ ~
            • Mar 2014
            • 918

            #95
            Re: TWG CXLII - A Storm of Hard and Boiled [Game Thread]

            Originally posted by MrPopadopalis25
            Don't be so gloomy. After all it's not that awful. Like the fella says, in Italy for 30 years under the Borgias they had warfare, terror, murder, and bloodshed, but they produced Michelangelo, Leonardo da Vinci, and the Renaissance. In Switzerland they had brotherly love - they had 500 years of democracy and peace, and what did that produce? The cuckoo clock. So long DaBackpack.
            Plop gets me


            Originally posted by Moogy
            no one cares
            Originally posted by TWG Dan Hedgehog
            there are 743 matches for hedgehog suicide on deviantart
            that's kind of a sad statistic

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            • DaBackpack
              ~ お ま ん こ ~
              • Mar 2014
              • 918

              #96
              Re: TWG CXLII - A Storm of Hard and Boiled [Game Thread]

              There it is, Walter. It's beginning
              to come apart at the seams already.
              A murder's never perfect. It always
              comes apart sooner or later. And
              when two people are involved it's
              usually sooner. We know the
              Dietrichson dame is in it, and
              somebody else. Pretty soon we're
              going to know who that somebody else
              is. He'll show. He's got to show.
              Sometime, somewhere, they've got to
              meet. Their emotions are all kicked
              up. Whether it's love or hate doesn't
              matter. They can't keep away from
              each other. They think it's twice as
              safe because there are two of them.
              But it's not twice as safe. It's ten
              times twice as dangerous. They've
              committed a murder and that's not
              like taking a trolley ride together
              where each one can get off at a
              different stop. They're stuck with
              each other. They've got to ride all
              the way to the end of the line. And
              it's a one-way trip, and the last
              stop is the cemetery.


              Originally posted by Moogy
              no one cares
              Originally posted by TWG Dan Hedgehog
              there are 743 matches for hedgehog suicide on deviantart
              that's kind of a sad statistic

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              • thesunfan
                Role Tide
                Sectional Moderator
                • May 2011
                • 10859

                #97
                Re: TWG CXLII - A Storm of Hard and Boiled [Game Thread]

                is this how you be noir?
                i thought you put () around everything
                Originally posted by Vendetta21
                Did you get a chance to kill that deadbeat sonuvabitch boyfriend of danceguys', "sunfan"? i hate that fucker. he's a stupid head. i'm way smarter and funnier and prettier and richer and more sensitive than him, and like i can get drunk and still hold complex logical conversations n shit and i bet that fucker cant.
                Originally posted by XelNya
                I'd suck a dick in a dark, dark alley.
                Originally posted by star-crossed
                (Someone helpfully lectured us in postgame that we voted out the wrong inactive player with COVID on Day 1.)

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                • roundbox
                  fhqwhgads
                  • Feb 2005
                  • 2077

                  #98
                  Re: TWG CXLII - A Storm of Hard and Boiled [Game Thread]

                  Originally posted by DaBackpack
                  There it is, Walter. It's beginning
                  to come apart at the seams already.
                  A murder's never perfect. It always
                  comes apart sooner or later. And
                  when two people are involved it's
                  usually sooner. We know the
                  Dietrichson dame is in it, and
                  somebody else. Pretty soon we're
                  going to know who that somebody else
                  is. He'll show. He's got to show.
                  Sometime, somewhere, they've got to
                  meet. Their emotions are all kicked
                  up. Whether it's love or hate doesn't
                  matter. They can't keep away from
                  each other. They think it's twice as
                  safe because there are two of them.
                  But it's not twice as safe. It's ten
                  times twice as dangerous. They've
                  committed a murder and that's not
                  like taking a trolley ride together
                  where each one can get off at a
                  different stop. They're stuck with
                  each other. They've got to ride all
                  the way to the end of the line. And
                  it's a one-way trip, and the last
                  stop is the cemetery.
                  hm

                  Originally posted by DaBackpack
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                  till me manager gets here.







                  Look, there he is.







                  Talk to me, Krabs.







                  It started out as a simple order:

                  A Krabby Patty with cheese.







                  When the customer took a bite,







                  no cheese!







                  Get ahold of yourself, Eugene.

                  I'm going in.







                  Take it easy, friend. I'm the manager

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                  - I'm really scared here, man.

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                  Come on, Phil, stay with me.

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                  Gary, I had that dream again.







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                  Sorry about this, calendar.







                  Because today is the grand-opening

                  ceremony for The Krusty Krab







                  where Mr. Krabs will announce

                  the new manager.







                  Who's it gonna be, Gary?







                  Well, let's ask my wall

                  of consecutive







                  employee-of-the-month awards.







                  SpongeBob SquarePants.







                  I'm ready. Promotion.







                  Cleanliness is next to

                  manager-liness.







                  I'm ready. Promotion.







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                  SpongeBob!

                  What are you doing in here?







                  I have to tell you something,

                  Squidward.







                  Whatever it is,

                  can't it wait until we get to work?







                  - There's no shower at work.

                  - What do you want?







                  I just wanted to say

                  I'll be thanking you







                  in my managerial acceptance

                  speech today.







                  Get out!







                  Okay. I'll see you at the ceremony.







                  That sounds like the manager

                  of the new Krusty Krab .







                  Oops. Hold on.







                  - Congratulations, buddy.

                  - Oh, thanks, Patrick.







                  And tonight, after my big promotion,

                  we're gonna party till we're purple.







                  I love being purple!







                  We're going to the place

                  where all the action is.







                  - You don't mean...?

                  - Oh, I mean.







                  Goofy Goober's Ice Cream

                  Party Boat!







                  Oh, I'm a Goofy Goober, yeah

                  You're a Goofy Goober, yeah







                  We're all Goofy Goobers, yeah

                  Goofy, goofy, goober, goober, yeah







                  I'd better get going.







                  I'm ready. Promotion.

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                  Good luck, SpongeBob.

                  Hey, look for me at the ceremony.







                  I got a little surprise for you.







                  I'm a Goofy Goober

                  Yeah







                  Hello, Bikini Bottom!







                  Perch Perkins here, coming

                  to you live from in front of







                  The Krusty Krab restaurant,







                  for years the only place

                  to get a delicious







                  and mouthwatering Krabby Patty.

                  Until today, that is.







                  That's right, folks. Longtime owner

                  Mr. Krabs is opening a new restaurant







                  called The Krusty Krab .







                  First of all,

                  congratulations, Mr. Krabs.







                  Hello. I like money.







                  What inspired you to build

                  a second Krusty Krab







                  right next door to the original?







                  Money.







                  Curses!







                  It's not fair.







                  Krabs is being interviewed

                  by Perch Perkins,







                  and I've never even had

                  one customer!







                  Don't get worked up again, Plankton,

                  I just mopped the floors.







                  Oh, Karen, my computer wife,

                  if only I could have managed to steal







                  the secret to Krabs' success,







                  the formula for the Krabby Patty.







                  Then people would line up

                  to eat at my restaurant.







                  Lord knows I've tried.







                  I've exhausted every evil plan

                  in my filing cabinet...







                  ...from A to Y.

                  - A to Y?







                  Yeah, A to Y.

                  You know, the alphabet.







                  What about Z?







                  - Z?

                  - Z. The letter after Y.







                  W, X, Y,







                  Z. Plan Z!







                  - Here it is, just like you said.

                  - Oh, boy.







                  It's evil.







                  It's diabolical.







                  It's lemon-scented.







                  This Plan Z can't possibly fail!







                  So enjoy today, Mr. Krabs,







                  because by tomorrow,

                  I'll have the formula.







                  Then everyone will eat

                  at the Chum Bucket,







                  and I will rule the world!







                  All hail Plankton. All hail Plank...!







                  I'm ready. Promotion.

                  I'm ready. Promotion.







                  I think I stepped in something.







                  Not in something,

                  on someone, you twit.







                  Sorry, Plankton.







                  Are you on your way

                  to the grand-opening ceremony?







                  No, I am not on my way over

                  to the grand-opening ceremony.







                  I'm busy planning to rule the world!







                  Well, good luck with that.







                  I'm ready. Promotion.

                  I'm ready. Promotion.







                  Stupid kid.







                  Welcome. Welcome, everyone,

                  to the grand opening







                  of The Krusty Krab .







                  - We paid $ for this?

                  - I paid .







                  Now, before we begin

                  with the ribbon-cutting,







                  I'd like to announce the name

                  of our new manager.







                  Yay! Yeah!







                  Yeah! Now we're talking! Yeah!







                  Yes. Well, anyway...







                  The new manager is a loyal,

                  hard-working employee.







                  Yes.







                  The obvious choice for the job.







                  He's right.







                  A name you all know.

                  It starts with an S.







                  - That's me.

                  - Please welcome our new manager...







                  ...Squidward Tentacles.







                  Yes! Yeah!







                  Oh, better luck next time, buddy.







                  Yeah! All right!







                  People of Bikini Bottom,

                  as the manager of...







                  SpongeBob.







                  Hold the phone, folks, I'm getting an

                  important news flash from Mr. Krabs.







                  Go ahead, Mr. K.







                  I'm making a complete what

                  of myself?







                  The most embarrassing thing

                  you've ever seen?







                  And now it's worse

                  because I'm repeating







                  everything you say

                  into the microphone?







                  Oh, for crying out loud, SpongeBob,

                  you didn't get the job.







                  - What?

                  - You did not get the job.







                  But... But why?







                  SpongeBob, you're a great fry cook,







                  but I gave the job to Squidward

                  because being manager







                  is a big responsibility.







                  Well, let's face it, he's more...







                  ...mature than you.

                  - I'm not...







                  ...mature?







                  Lad, I mean this

                  in the nicest of ways,







                  but there's a word for what you are,







                  and that word is...







                  Now, let's see...







                  - Dork?

                  - No, wait, that's not right. Not a dork.







                  - A goofball?

                  - Closer, but no, no, no.







                  - A ding-a-ling.

                  - Wing nut.







                  A Knucklehead McSpazatron.







                  Okay, that's enough.







                  Look, what I'm trying to say is,

                  you're just a kid.







                  And to be a manager,

                  you have to be a man.







                  Otherwise they'd call it "kid-ager. "







                  You understand-ager?

                  I mean, you understand?







                  I guess so, Mr. Krabs.







                  SpongeBob?







                  I'm ready. Depression.







                  I'm ready. Depression.







                  Poor kid.







                  Hooray for SpongeBob!







                  Hooray for SpongeBob!







                  Let's hear it for SpongeBob!







                  Hello?







                  Where'd everybody go?







                  Did I miss something?







                  Did you see my butt?







                  Later that evening...







                  Time to put Plan Z into effect.







                  Starting at the undersea castle

                  of King Neptune.







                  Oh, right.







                  The royal court is now in session.







                  Bring the prisoner forward.







                  So you have confessed to the crime

                  of touching the king's crown.







                  - Yes, but...

                  - But what?







                  But it's my job, Your Highness.

                  I'm the royal crown polisher.







                  Well, then I guess

                  I can't execute you.







                  - Twenty years in the dungeon it is.

                  - Daddy.







                  You're free to go.







                  Bless you, Princess Mindy.







                  Mindy, how dare you defy me.







                  Why do you have to be so mean?







                  I am the king.

                  I must enforce the laws of the sea.







                  Father, I wish you'd try

                  a little love and compassion







                  instead of these harsh punishments.







                  That would be nice.







                  Squire, clear the room.







                  I wish to speak

                  to my daughter alone.







                  What is this, Mindy?







                  - Your crown?

                  - And what does this crown do?







                  - Covers your bald spot.

                  - It's not bald, it's







                  thinning.







                  This crown does much more

                  than cover a slightly receding hairline.







                  No, this crown entitles the one who

                  wears it to be in charge of the sea.







                  One day, you will wear this crown.







                  I'm gonna be bald?







                  Thinning!







                  Anyway, the point is,

                  you won't wear it







                  until you learn how to rule

                  with an iron fist.







                  Like your father.







                  Dad, your "crown"...







                  What the...?







                  My crown!







                  Someone has stolen

                  the royal crown!







                  I got it. I got it.







                  Hey, all you Goobers,

                  it's time to say howdy







                  to your favorite undersea peanut,

                  Goofy Goober.







                  Howdy, Goofy Goober!







                  Hey, fellow Goofy Goobers.

                  Time to sing.







                  Oh, I'm a Goofy Goober, yeah

                  You're a Goofy Goober, yeah







                  We're all Goofy Goobers, yeah

                  Goofy, goofy, goober, goober, yeah







                  All right. Get it together, old boy.







                  I know. I'll just stop thinking about it.







                  Hey, you know,

                  I actually feel a little better.







                  I don't even remember

                  why I was sad.







                  Hey, it's the new

                  Krusty Krab manager.







                  Wow, the pressure's

                  already setting in.







                  No, Pat, you don't understand.







                  I didn't get the promotion.







                  What? Why?







                  Mr. Krabs thinks I'm a kid.







                  - What? That's insane.

                  - I know.







                  Well, saying you're a kid,

                  it's like saying I'm a kid.







                  - Here's your Goober Meal, sir.

                  - I'm supposed to get a toy with this.







                  Thanks.







                  I'm gonna head home, Pat.

                  The celebration's off.







                  - Are you sure?

                  - Yeah. I'm not in a Goober mood.







                  Okay, see you.







                  And here's your Triple

                  Gooberberry Sunrise, sir.







                  Triple Gooberberry Sunrise, huh?







                  I guess I could use one of those.







                  Now you're talking.







                  Hey, waiter, we need

                  another one over here.







                  There you go.







                  Boy, Pat, that hit the spot.







                  - I'm feeling better already.

                  - Yeah.







                  Waiter, let's get

                  another round over here.







                  Oh, Mr. Waiter. Two more, please.







                  Waiter.







                  Oh, waiter.







                  Waiter.







                  Waiter.







                  - Waiter!

                  - Why do I always get the nuts?







                  All right, folks, this one goes out

                  to my two bestest friends







                  in the whole world:







                  Patrick and this big peanut guy.







                  It's a little ditty called...







                  ..."Waiter!"







                  Hey. Hey, get up.







                  Hey, come on, buddy.

                  I wanna go home.







                  Come on, pal.







                  Oh, my head.







                  Listen to me. It's in the morning.







                  Go scrape up your friend

                  and get going.







                  My friend?







                  Patrick. Hey, what's up, buddy?







                  Wait, you said : .







                  I'm late for work.

                  Mr. Krabs is gonna be...







                  Mr. Krabs.







                  Now, pay attention, Squidward.







                  As new manager, you've gotta keep

                  a sharp eye out for paying customers.







                  Yawn.







                  What's this? King Neptune is riding

                  toward The Krusty Krab at lunchtime.







                  He's got money.







                  Stay in the coach, daughter.

                  This won't take long.







                  Daddy, please.

                  I think you're overreacting.







                  Silence, Mindy.

                  I know what I'm doing.







                  - Squire.

                  - Yes, Your Highness.







                  Have this pole executed at once.







                  A hundred and one dollars

                  for a Krabby Patty?







                  With cheese, Mr. Squidward,

                  with cheese.







                  Greeting, subjects.







                  I seek the one known

                  as Eugene Krabs.







                  May he present himself

                  to me at once.







                  I'm Eugene Krabs, Your Highness.

                  Would you like to order something?







                  Nay! I'm on to you, Krabs!







                  You have stolen the royal crown,

                  you cannot deny.







                  For, clever as you are,







                  you left one damning piece of evidence

                  at the scene of the crime.







                  "I stole your crown.

                  Signed, Eugene Krabs. "







                  Relinquish the royal crown

                  to me at once.







                  But... But this is crazy. I didn't do it.







                  Ahoy, this is Eugene Krabs.

                  Leave a message.







                  Hi, Mr. Krabs. This is Clay,

                  the guy you sold Neptune's crown to.







                  Yeah, I just wanted to say

                  thanks again for selling me the crown.







                  Neptune's crown.

                  I sold it to a guy in Shell City,







                  and I just wanted to say thanks again

                  for selling me the crown.







                  Neptune's crown.







                  Which is now in Shell City.

                  Goodbye.







                  Don't you just hate wrong numbers?







                  My crown is in

                  the forbidden Shell City?!







                  Plan Z. I love Plan Z.







                  Prepare to burn, Krabs.







                  Wait, Neptune.

                  Please, I'm begging you.







                  I ain't a crook.

                  Ask anyone, they'll vouch for me.







                  Very well, then.







                  Before I turn this conniving

                  crustacean into fishmeal,







                  who here has anything to say

                  about Eugene Krabs?







                  I've got something to say

                  about Mr. Krabs.







                  SpongeBob, me boy,

                  you've come just in time.







                  - Pardon me, miss.

                  - Please, tell King Neptune







                  all about me.







                  I have worked for Mr. Krabs

                  for many years







                  and always thought

                  he was a great boss.







                  You see? A great boss.







                  I now realize

                  that he's a great big jerk!







                  I deserve that manager's job!







                  But you didn't give it to me,

                  because you say I'm a kid.







                  Well, I am -percent man!







                  And this man has got

                  something to say to you.







                  There. I think I made my point.







                  Anyone else?







                  No? Well, then.







                  Me pants are on fire!







                  Me underwear's on fire!







                  I'm on fire!







                  Oh, yeah.







                  And now, Eugene Krabs, you will...







                  Wait.







                  I'm flattered you would do this

                  on my account,







                  but being manager

                  isn't worth killing Mr. Krabs over.







                  Quiet, fool! Mr. Krabs stole my crown,

                  and now it's in Shell City.







                  - That's why he must die.

                  - Doesn't it seem a little harsh







                  to kill someone over a crown?







                  You don't understand. My crown

                  is a symbol of my king-like authority.







                  And between you and me...







                  ...my hair is thinning a bit.







                  Oh, Your Highness, I'm sure it's not

                  that notice... Bald. Bald.







                  - Bald! Bald!

                  - Bald! Bald!







                  My eyes!







                  All right, all right.







                  King Neptune, sir?







                  Would you spare Mr. Krabs' life

                  if I went to get your crown back?







                  You, go to Shell City?







                  No one who's gone to Shell City

                  has ever returned.







                  What makes you think you could?

                  You're just a kid.







                  But I'm not a kid. I can do it.







                  Run along, I have a crab to cook.







                  No! I won't let you.







                  Very well, then.







                  I'll have to fry you both.







                  Daddy, stop it.







                  Can't you get through one day

                  without executing someone?







                  Mindy. I told you

                  to stay in the carriage.







                  Where's your love and compassion?







                  Look at this little guy.







                  He's willing to risk his life

                  to find your crown and save his boss.







                  - But, daughter, I...

                  - Please, Father?







                  At least let him try.

                  What have you got to lose?







                  Might I remind you

                  of your special problem?







                  - Bald! Bald! Bald!

                  - Bald!







                  - Bald! Bald!

                  - My eyes!







                  All right.







                  Very well, Mindy.







                  I'll give him a chance.







                  But when your little champion

                  fails to return,







                  I get to splatter this crab

                  all over the walls.







                  And as for you, be back here

                  with my crown in exactly ten days.







                  - He can do it in nine.

                  - Eight.







                  - Seven.

                  - Six.







                  - Patrick!

                  - Patrick!







                  Six it is, then.







                  - Five.

                  - Patrick, shush.







                  Until then, the crab shall remain

                  frozen where he now stands.







                  No, wait. I'm begging you.







                  Who turned on the AC? Mr. Krabs!







                  Oh, no, this is terrible.







                  Who's gonna sign my paycheck?







                  Come along, Mindy.







                  Listen, you guys, the road

                  to Shell City is really dangerous.







                  There's crooks, killers

                  and monsters everywhere.







                  And what's worse,

                  there's a giant Cyclops







                  who guards the outskirts of the city

                  and preys on innocent sea creatures.







                  Don't let him catch you,

                  because if he does,







                  he'll take you back to his lair,

                  and you'll never be seen again.







                  She's purty, SpongeBob.







                  Here, take this.







                  What's in here?







                  It's a magical bag of winds.







                  - I stole them from my father.

                  - You're hot.







                  Once you find the crown,

                  open the bag of winds







                  and you'll be blown back home.







                  - Mindy!

                  - I'm coming.







                  - Good luck, SpongeBob.

                  - Wait. How did you know my name?







                  Oh, I'm gonna be

                  queen of the sea one day.







                  I've learned the names

                  of all the sea creatures.







                  What's my name?







                  That's easy. You're Patrick Star.







                  - Mindy!

                  - I gotta go. I believe in you guys.







                  Thanks, Mindy.







                  Don't worry, Mr. Krabs.

                  Patrick, Squidward and I...







                  Pass.







                  - Patrick and I...

                  - Hi.







                  ...are gonna get that crown back

                  and save you from Neptune's wrath.







                  You've got nothing to worry about.

                  Your life is in our hands.







                  Patrick, let's go get that crown.







                  - Feast your eyes, Patrick.

                  - What is it?







                  The Patty Wagon.







                  Mr. Krabs uses it

                  for promotional reasons.







                  Let me show you

                  some of its features.







                  Sesame-seed finish,

                  steel-belted pickles,







                  grilled-leather interior.

                  And under the hood,







                  a fuel-injected french-fryer

                  with dual overhead grease traps.







                  - Wow.

                  - Yeah, wow.







                  Hey, I thought you didn't have

                  a driver's license.







                  You don't need a license

                  to drive a sandwich.







                  - Shell City, here we come!

                  - Shell City, here we come!







                  Ding-a-ling.







                  Hey there, old buddy. Freeze.







                  One secret formula to go, please.







                  No, no, don't trouble yourself.

                  I'll get it.







                  Well, I'd like to hang around,

                  but I've got Krabby Patties to make...







                  ...over at the Chum Bucket.







                  Plan Z, I love you.







                  Oh, I'm a Goofy Goober, yeah

                  You're a Goofy Goober, yeah







                  We're all Goofy Goobers, yeah

                  Goofy, goofy, goober, goober, yeah







                  Fill her up, please.







                  What'll it be, fellas,

                  mustard or ketchup?







                  Are they laughing at us?







                  No, Patrick,

                  they're laughing next to us.







                  Where you two dumb kids

                  headed, anyway?







                  - Kids?

                  - Now, Patrick.







                  For your information,

                  we are not kids, we are men.







                  And we're off to get

                  King Neptune's crown in Shell City.







                  - Shell City?

                  - Shell City?







                  Ain't that the place that's guarded

                  by a killer Cyclops?







                  That's right.







                  Lloyd, take off your hat in respect.







                  Respect for the dead!







                  You two dipsticks ain't gonna last

                  ten seconds over the county line.







                  Oh, yeah? We'll see about that.







                  Out of the car, fellas.







                  How many seconds was that?







                  Twelve.







                  - In your face.

                  - In your face.







                  That's what I'm talking about. Yeah.







                  Who's the kid now?







                  They're dead.







                  Perch Perkins here

                  with an incredible news flash.







                  Plankton is selling Krabby Patties

                  at the Chum Bucket.







                  How is this possible? Let's find out.







                  Step right up. Plenty for everybody.







                  Excuse me, Plankton.

                  Perch Perkins, Bikini Bottom News.







                  - Can I get a minute?

                  - Anything for you, Perch.







                  All of Bikini Bottom wants to know,

                  how did you get the Krabby Patty?







                  Well, Perch, before my dear friend

                  Eugene Krabs







                  was frozen by King Neptune...







                  I'm sorry.







                  He confided in me a secret wish.







                  "Sell the Krabby Patty in my absence

                  at the Chum Bucket," he said.







                  "Don't let the flame die out. "







                  By the way, act now and you get

                  a free Chum Bucket bucket helmet







                  with every purchase.

                  Here you go, Perch.







                  - Thanks.

                  - Bucket helmets for everyone!







                  My helmet!







                  Karen, baby, I haven't felt this giddy







                  since the day you agreed

                  to be my wife.







                  I never agreed.







                  Evil Plan Z is working perfectly.







                  Nothing can stop me now.







                  Nothing except SpongeBob

                  and his pink friend.







                  My sensors indicate

                  that they're going after the crown.







                  If they make it back, Neptune might

                  discover some fingerprints.







                  Tiny fingerprints.







                  Stubby, tiny fingerprints.







                  Evil Plan Z

                  is way ahead of you, baby.







                  I've already hired someone

                  to take care of those two.







                  He's a vicious,

                  cold-blooded predator.







                  Sesame seed.







                  Hey, mister.







                  Does that hat take ten gallons?







                  - Going on.

                  - Yeah. Yeah.







                  - Moving on.

                  - Just keep going.







                  Yup.







                  Gonna get that crown.







                  Oh, yeah.







                  - All right.

                  - All right.







                  Yeah. Victory.







                  - Are we there yet?

                  - We must be close by now.







                  Patrick, look. We're doing great!







                  Shell City's only five days away.







                  By car.







                  I wish we still had our car.







                  SpongeBob, look.







                  Our car!







                  - The key.

                  - Where do you think it is?







                  There it is, Pat. The key!







                  Now, how are we gonna get it?







                  I know. Walk in and ask him for it.







                  What are you looking at?







                  - Patrick, that's a terrible idea.

                  - Sorry.







                  I know. I'll go in and create

                  a distraction, and you get the key.







                  Wait. I wanna do the distraction.







                  Okay. I guess it really doesn't matter

                  who does the distraction.







                  You see me walking back...?







                  Can I have everybody's attention?







                  I have to use the bathroom.







                  It's right over there.







                  Stupid contacts. Oh, there it is.

                  I better go wash it off.







                  Patrick. You call that a distraction?







                  Well, I had to go to the bathroom.







                  Well, I got my hands dirty

                  for nothing.







                  Patrick, check it out.







                  - Hooray!

                  - Hooray!







                  - Bubble party!

                  - Bubble party!







                  Hey!







                  Who blew this bubble?







                  You all know the rules!







                  All bubble-blowing babies

                  will be beaten senseless







                  by every able-bodied patron

                  in the bar.







                  That's right! So who blew it?







                  So nobody knows.







                  - Maybe it was...

                  - Shut up!







                  Somebody in here ain't a real man.







                  You! We're on a baby hunt.







                  And don't think we don't know

                  how to weed them out.







                  Now, everybody line up.







                  DJ, time for the test.







                  No baby can resist

                  singing along to this.







                  SpongeBob, it's the

                  Goofy Goober theme song.







                  I know.







                  Oh, I'm a Goofy Goober, yeah







                  You're a Goofy Goober, yeah







                  We're all Goofy Goobers, yeah

                  Goofy, goofy, goober, goober, yeah







                  - It was you! You're the baby!

                  - No, no! I only coughed, I swear.







                  DJ! Turn it up louder!







                  Don't sing along, Patrick.







                  I'm trying.







                  Trying so hard.







                  I'm a Goofy Goober, yeah







                  You're a Goofy Goober, yeah







                  We're all Goofy Goobers, yeah







                  Goofy, goofy, goober, goobers, yeah







                  Well, well, well.







                  Which one of you babies was it?







                  - It was him.

                  - It was him.







                  - He did it.

                  - He did it.







                  I've never even eaten at...







                  Goofy, goofy, goober, goobers, yeah







                  Well, looks like we got ourselves

                  a double baby.







                  Man, that was a close call.







                  Guess what I got.







                  The key!







                  Too bad SpongeBob's not here

                  to enjoy SpongeBob not being here.







                  Morning.







                  Some people have no taste

                  in headgear.







                  Babies too?







                  Excuse me, miss,







                  but where is everybody

                  getting that horrid headwear?







                  Who said that?







                  Down here.







                  Well, I got it at the Chum Bucket.







                  Plankton's giving them away free

                  with every Krabby Patty.







                  Chum Bucket? Free? Krabby Patty?







                  Plankton? Giving? With?







                  So you're selling

                  Krabby Patties, Plankton?







                  That's right, Squidward.







                  And there's a free bucket helmet

                  with every purchase.







                  Care for one?







                  No. You may have hoodwinked

                  everyone else in this backwater town,







                  but you can't fool me.







                  I listen to public radio.







                  - And what's that supposed to mean?

                  - It means you set up Mr. Krabs.







                  You stole the crown

                  so Neptune would freeze him







                  and you could finally get your stubby

                  little paws on the Krabby Patty formula.







                  It was you all along.







                  But you made one fatal mistake.







                  You messed with my paycheck.







                  And I'm gonna report you

                  to the highest authority in the land,







                  King Neptune!







                  We'll see about that,

                  Inspector Looselips.







                  Now activating helmet

                  brain- control devices.







                  What?







                  All hail Plankton.







                  - What's going on here?

                  - All hail Plankton.







                  Seize him, slaves!







                  All hail Plankton.







                  I'm getting out of here!







                  All hail Plankton.







                  All hail Plankton.







                  Who can stop me now?







                  Who?







                  - Come on, Pat, one more time.

                  - Okay.







                  We're on a baby hunt. And don't think

                  we don't know how to weed them out.







                  "Weed them out. "







                  What a jerk.







                  The road's getting kind of bumpy here.







                  You know, SpongeBob,







                  there's a lesson to be learned

                  from all of this.







                  What's that, Patrick?







                  A bubble-blowing double baby

                  doesn't belong out here







                  in man's country.







                  Yeah. Wait.







                  We blew that bubble.







                  Doesn't that make us

                  a bubble-blowing double baby?







                  Hey, look, free ice cream!







                  Oh, boy!







                  How you doing?







                  Wait a minute.







                  Wait a minute.







                  SpongeBob!







                  Yeah?







                  Make mine a chocolate!







                  Got you covered. Two, please.







                  Certainly.







                  You kids enjoy.







                  Actually, we're men,

                  lady, but thanks.







                  Okay, Patrick, let's...







                  You can let go now.

                  I said, let go, please.







                  What is this?







                  What kind of old lady are you?







                  Did you get the ice cream?







                  Step on it, Patrick!







                  Hey!







                  You may not know it, cowboy,







                  but we got a rule around here

                  about blowing bubbles.







                  All bubble-blowing babies

                  will be beaten senseless by every







                  able-bodied...







                  - In bar...

                  - Bar...







                  Come on, kiddies,

                  have some ice cream.







                  I'll let you pet Mr. Whiskers.







                  Jump for it, Patrick!







                  Well, we lost our car again.







                  Never mind the car,

                  where's the road?







                  Road. Road. Road.







                  Road. Road. Road.







                  Road. R... Sorry.







                  There's the road.







                  On the other side of this...







                  ...deep, dark...







                  ...dangerous...







                  - Hazardous.

                  ... hazardous...







                  Monster-infested.







                  Yeah, monster-infested...







                  ...trench.







                  Hey, SpongeBob, look!







                  Here's the way down.







                  Well, we're not gonna get

                  the crown standing here.







                  On to Shell City.







                  Hey, look, it's making noise.







                  SpongeBob?







                  - Hey, where are you going?

                  - I'm going home, Patrick.







                  But what about Mr. Krabs?







                  What about us?







                  We'll never survive in that trench!







                  You said it yourself,

                  this is man's country.







                  And let's face it, Pat. We're just...







                  ...kids.

                  - We're not kids.







                  Open your eyes, Patrick!







                  We blow bubbles, we eat ice cream.







                  We worship a dancing peanut,

                  for corn's sake!







                  We don't belong out here!







                  We do not worship him.







                  You've been wearing the same Goofy

                  Goober Peanut Party underpants







                  for three years straight.







                  What do you call that?







                  Worship?







                  You're right, SpongeBob.

                  We are kids.







                  Pull your pants up, Patrick.







                  - We're going home.

                  - But you can't go home.







                  Mindy!







                  Mindy?







                  - How much did you hear?

                  - I heard enough.







                  - Did you see my underwear?

                  - No, Patrick.







                  Did you want to?







                  Look, guys, you may be kids,







                  but you're the only ones left

                  who can get that crown.







                  What do you mean,

                  the only ones left?







                  Things have gotten a lot worse

                  since you left Bikini Bottom.







                  Or should I say Planktopolis.







                  All hail Plankton.







                  No resting!







                  This monument celebrating my glory

                  isn't gonna build itself.







                  Move faster!







                  Oh, my gosh! Patrick, look!







                  Plankton's turned everyone

                  we know into slaves.







                  Squidward.







                  Sandy.







                  Mrs. Puff.







                  Even Gary.







                  Plankton.







                  Can't your father do something?







                  My father's too distracted

                  by his bald spot to do anything.







                  Squire, will you hurry.







                  So you see, you can't quit.







                  The fate of Bikini Bottom

                  rests in your hands.







                  - But... But we're just...

                  - Hey. It doesn't matter if you're kids.







                  And what's so wrong with

                  being a kid, anyway? Kids rule!







                  You don't need to be a man

                  to do this.







                  You just gotta believe in yourself.







                  You just gotta believe!







                  - I believe.

                  - That's the spirit.







                  I believe that







                  everybody I know is a goner!







                  Come on, guys.







                  Guys.







                  Guys?







                  Guys?







                  Oh, boy.







                  Think, Mindy, think.







                  Yup, I guess you're right.







                  A couple of kids could never

                  survive this journey.







                  That's why I guess I'll just

                  have to turn you into men.







                  You can do that? How?







                  With my mermaid magic.







                  Did you hear that, Patrick?







                  She'll use her mermaid magic

                  to turn us into men!







                  Hooray!







                  We're gonna be men! We're gonna

                  be men! We're gonna be men!







                  Good. Now, let's get started.







                  Close your eyes.







                  - Are we men yet?

                  - Not yet.







                  Spin around three times.







                  I think it's working.







                  Good. Now, keep your eyes shut.







                  With my mermaid's magic







                  and my one tailfin,







                  I command the two of you

                  to turn into men!







                  Open your eyes.







                  I don't feel any... Oh, my gosh,

                  Patrick, you have a mustache!







                  So do you!







                  So now that you're men,

                  can you make it to Shell City?







                  - Guys.

                  - Yeah?







                  I said, now that you're men,

                  can you make it to Shell City?







                  Heck, yeah!







                  - Are men afraid of anything?

                  - Heck, no!







                  And why?







                  Because we're invincible!







                  - Yeah!

                  - Yeah!







                  I never said that.









                  Yeah.







                  - Patrick?

                  - Yeah, buddy?







                  Why did we jump over the edge

                  instead of taking the stairs?







                  Bec...







                  Well...







                  - Patrick.

                  - Are we dead?







                  No. Far from it, my friend.







                  We're safe and sound

                  at the bottom of this trench.







                  The mustaches worked!







                  Do you know what that means?







                  We are invincible!







                  Now that we're men

                  We can do anything







                  Now that we're men

                  We are invincible







                  Now that we're men

                  We'll go to Shell City







                  Get the crown, save the town

                  And Mr. Krabs







                  Now that we're men







                  We have facial hair







                  Now that we're men







                  I change my underwear







                  Now that we're men

                  We've got a manly flair







                  We've got the stuff

                  We're tough enough to save the day







                  We never had a chance

                  when we were kids







                  No! No! No!







                  But take a look at what

                  the mermaid did







                  Yeah, go, Pat.







                  Oh, yeah.







                  Yeah, go, SpongeBob.







                  Hooray!







                  Now that they're men

                  We can't bother them







                  Now that they're men

                  They have become our friends







                  Now that they're men

                  There'll be a happy end







                  They'll pass the test

                  And finish the quest for the crown







                  They'll pass the test







                  And finish the quest







                  They'll pass the test

                  And finish the quest for the crown







                  "Shell City, dead ahead. "







                  We did it, Pat!







                  We made it past everything!







                  Even the hideous,

                  disgusting monsters.







                  Not you guys.







                  You guys are awesome!







                  Well, Patrick, we should be there

                  in one more verse.







                  - Now that we're men...

                  - Finally.







                  I got you right where I want you.







                  Can I help you with something, sir?







                  Name's Dennis.







                  I've been hired to exterminate you.







                  You're gonna exterminate us?







                  Listen, junior,







                  you caught me and my friend here

                  in a good mood today,







                  so I'm gonna let you off

                  with a warning.







                  Step aside,

                  and you won't have to feel







                  the awesome wrath

                  of our mustaches.







                  You mean these?







                  I thought you still had a piece of salad

                  stuck to your lip from lunchtime.







                  They were fake?







                  Of course they were fake!







                  This is what a real mustache

                  looks like.







                  - Is he a mermaid?

                  - All right. Enough gab.







                  What are you gonna do to us?







                  Plankton was very specific.







                  Plankton?







                  For some reason,

                  he wanted me to step on you.







                  Step on us?







                  Yeah! That way you'll never find out

                  that he stole the crown!







                  Perhaps I've said too much.







                  That's a big boot.







                  Don't worry.







                  This will only hurt a lot.







                  I love this job!







                  - Bigger boot!

                  - Wait, Pat.







                  This bigger boot saved our lives.







                  Thank you, stranger.







                  Stranger?







                  It's the Cyclops!







                  Help us! Help us!







                  Save us, someone!







                  Are we dead?







                  I don't think so.







                  Artificially colored rocks?







                  I don't know where we are.







                  What is this?







                  It's some kind of wall

                  of psychic energy.







                  No, Pat, it's a giant glass bowl.







                  Hey, there's some fish folk.







                  - Hey, over here!

                  - Hey! Hey! Hey, you guys!







                  - You guys, hey! Help!

                  - Hey! Help!







                  - A little help here! We're stuck in this...

                  - Help us out of the tank!







                  Wait a second.







                  Those fish are dead.







                  What's he gonna do with us?







                  Oh, no, he's going for his

                  evil instruments of torture.







                  Glue? Google eyes?







                  He's making

                  a humorous diorama of...







                  ...Alexander Clam Bell?







                  Patrick, he's killing sea animals and

                  making them into smelly knickknacks.







                  And I think we're next.







                  - You think so?

                  - Patrick! No!







                  The heat is so intense

                  from this lamp that I can't move.







                  Tell me about it.







                  This doesn't look too good, Patrick.







                  You mean we're not gonna







                  Get the crown, save the town

                  And Mr. Krabs?







                  I don't even think we're gonna

                  be able to save ourselves, buddy.







                  - Thanks.

                  - Don't mention it.







                  Well, it looks like what everybody

                  said about us is true, Patrick.







                  You mean that we're attractive?







                  No, that we're just kids.







                  A couple of kids

                  in way over their heads.







                  We were doomed from the start.







                  I mean, look at us.







                  We didn't even come

                  close to the crown.







                  We let everybody down.







                  We failed.







                  Shell City.







                  Yeah, we never made it to Shell City.







                  Shell City.







                  Exactly, buddy.







                  Yeah, the place we never got to.







                  Shell City.







                  Okay, now you're starting

                  to bum me out, Patrick.







                  No, look at the sign.







                  "Shell City.

                  Marine gifts and sundries. "







                  Shell City is a gift shop?







                  But if this is Shell City,

                  then where's the...?







                  - Crown.

                  - Crown.







                  Neptune's crown.







                  This is Shell City.







                  Pat, we did make it.







                  Yeah, I guess we did.







                  We did all right

                  for a couple of goofballs.







                  I'm a Goofy Goober, yeah







                  You're a Goofy Goober, yeah







                  We're all Goofy Goobers, yeah







                  Goofy, goofy, goober, goober, yeah







                  That's the end of SpongeBob.







                  Come here, you.







                  Shut up and look at the screen.







                  The bird's right. Look.







                  It be the tear of the Goofy Goobers.







                  Hey, we're alive.







                  - Let's get that crown.

                  - Right.







                  On three, Patrick. Ready?

                  One, two, three.







                  Hey, it's lighter than I thought.







                  What's happening?







                  I don't know. Look!







                  Come on, Patrick.







                  Let's get this crown

                  back to Bikini Bottom.







                  - Do you still have that bag of winds?

                  - I sure do.







                  Here you go.







                  What?







                  Nothing. Nothing.







                  Okay, let's go over the instructions.







                  Let's see, it says here, "Step one:

                  Point bag away from home. "







                  - Okay.

                  - "Step two: Plant feet firmly on ground. "







                  - Right.

                  - "Step three:







                  Remove string from bag,

                  releasing the winds. "







                  Check.







                  Well, that seems simple enough.







                  Point bag away from home,

                  feet firmly on ground,







                  pull string, releasing the winds.







                  All right, let's do it for real.







                  SpongeBob?







                  - No, no, stop!

                  - I was bad, I'm sorry!







                  - Please, bag.

                  - I'm sorry, I just thought...







                  It was a mistake!







                  Oh, no. How will we ever get

                  back to Bikini Bottom now?







                  I can take you there.







                  - Who are you?

                  - I'm David Hasselhoff.







                  - Hooray!

                  - Hooray!







                  So where's your boat?







                  Boat?







                  - Go, Hasselhoff.

                  - Next stop, Bikini Bottom.







                  All hail Plankton. All hail Plankton.







                  Well, Krabs,

                  you know what today is?







                  Sorry about this, calendar.







                  March .







                  Wait, that's not right.







                  It should say

                  "The day that Krabs fries. "







                  Guess who's here.







                  Hooray for Hasselhoff!

                  Nothing can stop us now.







                  Unidentified object

                  off the hindquarters.







                  It looks like...







                  ...bigger boot.







                  But how?







                  Dennis!







                  Did you miss me?







                  This is the best seat in the house.







                  All right, Neptune, let's get it on.







                  Eugene Krabs,

                  your six-day reprieve is up,







                  and it is time for you to die.







                  Please, I didn't do it.







                  There is nothing else I can do.







                  You can give SpongeBob and Patrick

                  a little more time.







                  Except give SpongeBob and Patrick

                  a little more time...







                  What? Mindy, will you butt out.







                  I won't have you stalling

                  this execution.







                  Stalling? I'm not stalling anything.







                  - Yes, you are.

                  - No, I'm not.







                  Yes, you are.

                  You're doing it right now.







                  - I'm stalling.

                  - Yes.







                  - Stalling?

                  - Stalling!







                  - Stalling.

                  - Stalling!







                  Oh, boy.







                  Now, where were we?







                  - Patrick, run.

                  - No.







                  I'm tired of running.







                  If we run now, we'll never stop...







                  Run, SpongeBob!







                  Take it easy back there, fellas.







                  SpongeBob, be careful.







                  Come on, kid, give it up.







                  Dennis always gets his man.







                  Never!







                  Yeah! I did it!







                  You got guts, kid.







                  Too bad I gotta rip them out of you.







                  I don't know what Plankton's

                  paying you,







                  but if you let us go,

                  I can make it worth your while.







                  It's gonna take a lot more than ...







                  - What is this?

                  - That, sir, is five Goober dollars.







                  Legal tender at any participating

                  Goofy Goober...







                  I got bubbles. Fun at parties.







                  My eyes.







                  I got you, SpongeBob.







                  Thanks, buddy.







                  Thanks a lot.







                  That's it.







                  I'm through messing around.







                  See you later, fools.







                  See you.







                  So you think...







                  ...I'm...







                  ...stalling.







                  Where am I, in Crazytown?







                  I have had enough of this nonsense!







                  You are to wait in the carriage

                  until the execution is done.







                  - But, Daddy...

                  - Now!







                  No, no, no!







                  Oh, SpongeBob, wherever you are,

                  you better hurry.







                  Okay, fellas, this is where you get off.

                  Bikini Bottom's directly below.







                  But we'll never be able

                  to float down in time.







                  Who said anything about floating?







                  - Initiating launch sequence.

                  - What the...?







                  - Did you see that?

                  - The control.







                  All hands on deck.







                  Ten seconds to liftoff. Nine, eight...







                  Eugene Krabs, the time has come...







                  - No.

                  - Yes.







                  ...six, five...







                  ...for you...







                  - No.

                  - Yes.







                  ...three, two...







                  ...to fry.

                  - No.







                  - Yes.

                  - ... one.







                  No!







                  You done good, Hasselhoff.

                  You done...







                  Hooray! We made it.







                  We made it.







                  My crown.







                  My beautiful crown!







                  SpongeBob? Patrick?

                  I knew you could do it.







                  Oh, yes. Well done, SpongeBoob.







                  Sorry to rain

                  on your parade, Plankton.







                  Oh, don't worry about me.







                  My parade shall be quite dry

                  under my umbrella!







                  Umbrella?







                  Daddy, no.







                  Daddy, yes.







                  All hail Plankton.







                  All hail Plankton. All hail Plankton.







                  All hail Plankton. All hail Plankton.







                  SpongeBob, what happened?







                  - Plankton cheated.

                  - Cheated?







                  Hold on there, baldy.







                  Oh, grow up.







                  What, you think this is a game

                  of kickball on the playground?







                  You never had a chance

                  to defeat me, fool.







                  And you know why?







                  Because you cheated?







                  No, not because I cheated.

                  Because I'm an evil genius.







                  And you're just a kid.







                  A stupid kid.







                  I guess you're right, Plankton.

                  I am just a kid.







                  Of course I'm right.

                  Okay, Neptune, time to kill.







                  And you know, I've been through

                  a lot in the past six days,







                  five minutes,

                  -and-a-half seconds.







                  And if I've learned anything

                  during that time,







                  it's that you are who you are.







                  - That's right. Okay, Neptune...

                  - And no amount of mermaid magic...







                  ...or managerial promotion...







                  ...or some other third thing...







                  ...can make me anything more

                  than what I really am inside:







                  - A kid.

                  - That's great.







                  - Now, get back against the wall.

                  - But that's okay.







                  - What? What's going on?

                  - Because I did







                  what everyone said

                  a kid couldn't do.







                  I made it to Shell City,

                  and I beat the Cyclops,







                  and I rode the Hasselhoff,

                  and I brought the crown back.







                  - All right, we get the point.

                  - So, yeah, I'm a kid.







                  And I'm also a goofball.

                  And a wing nut.







                  And a Knucklehead McSpazatron!







                  - What's going on here?

                  - But most of all, I'm...







                  - Okay, settle down. Take it easy.

                  - I'm... I'm...







                  What the scallop?!







                  I'm a Goofy Goober







                  You're a Goofy Goober







                  We're all Goofy Goobers







                  Goofy, goofy, goober, goober







                  Put your toys away

                  Well, all I gotta say







                  When you tell me not to play

                  I say no way







                  - No way!

                  - No, no freaking way







                  I'm a kid, you say

                  When you say I'm a kid







                  I say, "Say it again"

                  And then I say thanks







                  - Thanks!

                  - Thank you very much







                  So if you're thinking

                  That you'd like to be like me







                  Go ahead and try

                  The kid inside will set you free







                  I'm a Goofy Goober







                  What's happening?







                  His dance moves are impressive,

                  but I'm in control.







                  - Seize him!

                  - All hail Plankton.







                  I'm free. I've been freed!







                  What?







                  No!







                  My precious helmets!







                  His chops are too righteous.







                  The helmets can't handle

                  this level of rock 'n' roll.







                  Karen, do something.







                  Karen?







                  All right, that's the last straw.







                  Neptune, I command you to...







                  - Here you go, Daddy.

                  - I better get out of here.







                  Look, it's the wizard who saved us.







                  Out of my way, fools.







                  Come on, I was just kidding.







                  Come on, you guys knew that,

                  didn't you?







                  With the helmets

                  and the big monuments...







                  Wasn't that hilarious, everybody?







                  I will destroy all of you!







                  Well, Mindy, I have to admit,

                  you were right.







                  Your compassion

                  for these sea creatures







                  proved a most admirable trait.







                  Without it, I would have never

                  again seen my beloved crown.







                  I think you're going to make a fine

                  ruler of the sea one day.







                  - Now, let's go home.

                  - Daddy,







                  haven't you forgotten something?







                  What? Oh, yeah.







                  Eugene Krabs,

                  I forgot to unfreeze you.







                  What the...?







                  I guess I had it set to

                  "real boy" ending.







                  Oh, I'm sorry

                  for falsely freezing you, Krabs.







                  And may I say, sir,

                  you are a very lucky fellow







                  to have in your employ

                  such a brave, faithful







                  and heroic young lad.







                  - Where is he, anyway?

                  - I'm up here.







                  I'm on it.







                  Go to him now, Krabs.

                  Embrace him.







                  SpongeBob, me boy,

                  I'm sorry I ever doubted you.







                  That's a mistake I won't make again.







                  Oh, Mr. Krabs, you old soft-serve.







                  And now, SpongeBob,

                  I'm gonna do something







                  that I should've done six days ago.







                  Mr. Squidward,

                  front and center, please.







                  I think we all know who rightfully

                  deserves to wear that manager pin.







                  I couldn't agree more, sir.







                  Hooray for SpongeBob!







                  Wait a second, everybody.







                  There's something I need to say first.







                  I just don't know how to put it.







                  I think I know what it is.







                  After going on

                  your life-changing journey,







                  you now realize you don't want

                  what you thought you wanted.







                  What you really wanted

                  was inside you all along.







                  Are you crazy? I was just gonna

                  tell you that your fly is down.







                  Manager! This is

                  the greatest day of my life!







                  You know, David Hasselhoff

                  is a great artist.







                  Excuse me, sir.







                  You folks have to leave.







                  What? Say that again, if you dare.







                  You folks have to leave.







                  Okay.
                  Originally posted by the sun fan
                  I'd be too tiny to be a bouncer



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                  • DaBackpack
                    ~ お ま ん こ ~
                    • Mar 2014
                    • 918

                    #99
                    Re: TWG CXLII - A Storm of Hard and Boiled [Game Thread]

                    Originally posted by roundbox
                    hm
                    don't tempt fate roundbox, or else you might get some double indemnity on your new shoes


                    Originally posted by Moogy
                    no one cares
                    Originally posted by TWG Dan Hedgehog
                    there are 743 matches for hedgehog suicide on deviantart
                    that's kind of a sad statistic

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                    • thesunfan
                      Role Tide
                      Sectional Moderator
                      • May 2011
                      • 10859

                      #100
                      Re: TWG CXLII - A Storm of Hard and Boiled [Game Thread]

                      would they be made of concrete in that case?
                      because concrete is expensive I don't wanna pay for that
                      Originally posted by Vendetta21
                      Did you get a chance to kill that deadbeat sonuvabitch boyfriend of danceguys', "sunfan"? i hate that fucker. he's a stupid head. i'm way smarter and funnier and prettier and richer and more sensitive than him, and like i can get drunk and still hold complex logical conversations n shit and i bet that fucker cant.
                      Originally posted by XelNya
                      I'd suck a dick in a dark, dark alley.
                      Originally posted by star-crossed
                      (Someone helpfully lectured us in postgame that we voted out the wrong inactive player with COVID on Day 1.)

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                      • DaBackpack
                        ~ お ま ん こ ~
                        • Mar 2014
                        • 918

                        #101
                        Re: TWG CXLII - A Storm of Hard and Boiled [Game Thread]

                        I really did, too, you old crab,
                        always yelling your fat head off,
                        always sore at everyone. But behind
                        the cigar ashes on your vest I kind
                        of knew you had a heart as big as a
                        house... Back in my office there was
                        a phone message from Mrs. Dietrichson
                        about the renewals. She didn't want
                        me to come tomorrow evening. She
                        wanted me to come Thursday afternoon
                        at three-thirty instead. I had a lot
                        of stuff lined up for that Thursday
                        afternoon, including a trip down to
                        Santa Monica to see a couple of live
                        prospects about some group insurance.
                        But I kept thinking about Phyllis
                        Dietrichson and the way that anklet
                        of hers cut into her leg.


                        Originally posted by Moogy
                        no one cares
                        Originally posted by TWG Dan Hedgehog
                        there are 743 matches for hedgehog suicide on deviantart
                        that's kind of a sad statistic

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                        • roundbox
                          fhqwhgads
                          • Feb 2005
                          • 2077

                          #102
                          Re: TWG CXLII - A Storm of Hard and Boiled [Game Thread]

                          ok I'm gonna go hit the gym see you later thread

                          lynch the most active poster imo
                          Originally posted by the sun fan
                          I'd be too tiny to be a bouncer



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                          • Charu
                            Snivy! Dohoho!
                            FFR Simfile Author
                            • Mar 2006
                            • 6206

                            #103
                            Re: TWG CXLII - A Storm of Hard and Boiled [Game Thread]

                            Originally posted by thesunfan
                            lets make him pay for it, shall we?








                            Originally posted by JohnRedWolf87
                            Charu the red-nosed Snivy
                            Had a very shiny nose
                            And if you ever saw it
                            You could even say it glows

                            All of the other Snivies
                            Used to laugh and call him names
                            They never let poor Charu
                            Join in any Snivy games

                            (Click the arrow to see the rest)


                            Originally posted by Vendetta21
                            All in all I would say that Charu not only won this game, his play made me reconsider how I play it.

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                            • Charu
                              Snivy! Dohoho!
                              FFR Simfile Author
                              • Mar 2006
                              • 6206

                              #104
                              Re: TWG CXLII - A Storm of Hard and Boiled [Game Thread]

                              Originally posted by roundbox
                              lynch the most active poster imo


                              Originally posted by JohnRedWolf87
                              Charu the red-nosed Snivy
                              Had a very shiny nose
                              And if you ever saw it
                              You could even say it glows

                              All of the other Snivies
                              Used to laugh and call him names
                              They never let poor Charu
                              Join in any Snivy games

                              (Click the arrow to see the rest)


                              Originally posted by Vendetta21
                              All in all I would say that Charu not only won this game, his play made me reconsider how I play it.

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                              • Red Blaster
                                Bridge Burner
                                • Jun 2011
                                • 2040

                                #105
                                Re: TWG CXLII - A Storm of Hard and Boiled [Game Thread]

                                What a game indeed.
                                Originally posted by hi19hi19
                                edgelord Linkin Park adolescent angst music
                                Originally posted by choof
                                hey great contribution to the thread cucklord the exit's up in the top right of your screen, it's called "log out"
                                Originally posted by Funnygurl555
                                what's a milky christmas :O

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