Episode Transcript: Procrastination

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==Dialogue==
 
==Dialogue==
French Narrator: Ah, another day at Mrs. Puff's Boating School.
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(At Mrs. Puff's Boating School, the bell rings)
  
Mrs. Puff: Ok, class, I'm giving you an assignment. (class groans)
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'''Mrs. Puff''': OK, class, quiet, quiet. Now, get out your pencils and paper, and write down the assignment. (students groan)
  
SpongeBob: Did you hear that? We get an assignment!
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'''SpongeBob''': Did you hear that? We get an assignment! (Nat gives an annoyed look)
  
Mrs. Puff: You are going to write an essay on What Not to Do at a Stoplight.
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'''Mrs. Puff''': Everyone must write an essay on what not to do at a stoplight. (students groan again)
  
SpongeBob: Did you hear that? An essay?
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'''SpongeBob''': Did you hear that? What not to do at a Stoplight. (Nat glares at him)
  
Mrs. Puff: It shall be no less than 800 words, and it is due tomorrow.
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'''Mrs. Puff''': In no less than 800 words. (squeals. Students groan again)
  
Student (acting like SpongeBob): Did you hear that? 800 words!
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'''Nat''': (acting like SpongeBob): Did you hear that? 800 words!
  
SpongeBob: Yeah, I know!
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'''SpongeBob''': Yeah, I know! (Nat frowns in annoyance)
  
(back at SpongeBob's house)
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'''Mrs. Puff''': Due tomorrow. And remember, class: work hard, and no goofing off. (back at SpongeBob's house)
  
SpongeBob: Ah, writing an essay. It's a beautiful day outside. (looks at window, it's a colorful outside) Ok, getting started. What Not to Do at a Spotlight. Just eight hundred words to go! Ok. (SpongeBob's clock is shown. Several hours pass.)  
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'''SpongeBob''': OK, Gary, no goofing off. I am about to write the greatest essay of all time. Like most great essays, it will be written on paper. (Shows two pieces) Even more important than the paper is... (shows a pencil) ...the pencil. A pencil is sharp or as dull as I like. (To the pencil) Hmm.. funny thing, as my ideas grow, you shrink. (kisses the pencil) Well, I couldn't have asked for a more beautiful day to write an essay. (looks at window. It's colorful outside) OK, here we go. (begins writing) "What Not to Do at a Stoplight". Hey, this is easy! "By SpongeBob SquarePants". Ha, this essay is pure gold. And now, pencil, get ready to do your stuff, because here we go! (the clock is shown. Several hours pass and SpongeBob has not written anything else) Gee, this is harder than I thought. (in a deleted scene, he looks outside. There is a carnival. Squidward is suntanning. A kid is eating ice cream. Jellyfish are playing tennis. Gary is playing with a ball. Patrick is rubbing Sandy with sunscreen)
  
SpongeBob: (has still only written 8 words.) This is getting harder than I thought. (looks outside. There is a carnival. Squidward is suntanning. A kid is eatng ice cream. There is a carnival. Gary is playing with a ball. Jellyfish are playing tennis. Patrick is rubbing Sandy with sunscreen)
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'''Patrick''': Come on, SpongeBob!
  
Patrick: Come on, SpongeBob!
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'''SpongeBob''': It should be against the law to have to write an essay on such a super sailorific, sunshiny day. (groans) But I must press onward. Because with this pencil, and the completion of this essay, I'll be one step closer to my driver's license! (a live-action drag race is shown. A car hits a wall, tumbles, and gets back up. Cut back to SpongeBob) Oh, yeah... This'll be no problemo. Why, I've got plenty of time. It's only six o'clock! Okay, okay, here we go. Here we go. (SpongeBob struggles to write) I know! I just need to get a little blood pumpin' in the old noodle. How about some calisthenics? (does calisthenics. While doing it, he recites "Hup hoo" several times) I can feel those juices pumpin' now. (moves his chair closer to the table. Does it a lot because of the fun noise it makes. Laughs) Huh? What am I doing? I gotta write that paper. (pushes his chair in) Come on, pencil, make words.
  
SpongeBob: Oh, it shiuld be against the law to write an essay on such a sailorific, sunshiny day. But, with the completion of this essay, with this pencil, I'll be one step closer to getting my driver's license! (a live-action drag race is shown. a car hits a wall, tumbles and gets back up. cut back to SpongeBob.) Oh, yeah. I've got plenty of time. It's only six o'clock! (moves his chair closer to the table. he does it alot because of the fun noise it makes) I've got to get blood pumpin' in the own vessels. I'll do some exercises. (does so) I can feel those juices pumpin' now.
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'''Gary''': Meow.
  
Gary: Meow.
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'''SpongeBob''': Gary! Hey, hey, hey, Gary! How's my favorite mollusk? How about you and ol' SpongeBob fix you up something to eat?
  
SpongeBob: Gary! You look hungry. I'll get you some grub.
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'''Gary''': Meow.
  
Gary: Meow.
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'''SpongeBob''': What do you mean you're not hungry?
  
SpongeBob: What do you mean you're not hungry? Come on. (pours some food) Got to make sure you have your nutrition. (he takes up a ladder and fills it to ceiling-level. Gary quickly eats it.) Gary, are you sure you don't want some crambule? Wow, Gary sure left a mess. (cleans it up) Better clean the rest of the kitchen as well. Better clean those hard-to-reach spots! (cut to SpongeBob, who has already finished) Wow, with that spring cleaning. Yeah, I know! Oh yeah! And this and that! The. What should I do? I know? I'll call Patrick!
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'''Gary''': Meow.
  
Patrick: (sleeping. phone rings) Who is that? (picks up phone) Hello.
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'''SpongeBob''': I know I have an essay to write. Now, come on, Gary. (pours some food) I've got to make sure you get your nutrition, so I'm not leaving till you eat every single bite. (takes up a ladder and fills it to ceiling-level. Gary quickly eats it) Gary, are you sure you don't want some crème brûlée? Or some choco-flavored algae bits? (sees a pile of food on the floor) Gee, Gary sure made a mess. I can't work on my essay, knowing there's a mess in the kitchen. (cleans it up) Hmm. I might as well clean the rest of the floor while I'm at it. I should get these hard-to-reach places too! And these dishes need to be cleaned! Can't have dirty garbage. (some time later, SpongeBob is finished) Well, I think it's clean enough now. (the kitchen is now chrome) Why, that didn't take too long. It's only... (checks the clock) 10:00! Oh. No more fooling around. I gotta get back to work. Okay, Mr. Essay, I say: prepare to be written! I'm doing it! (begins writing frantically in a montage) I'm doing it!... Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!... And some of these, and some of these!... Almost there and... (drops pencil) done. (sighs in relief) Now, let's see how it looks so far. The... (he has only written the word "The", in a fancy manner) Break time! Pacing always helps me think. (paces around the room) Let's see, only 799 words to go. Think, SpongeBob, think. (looks at the telephone, then at the paper, then back at the phone. Cut to Patrick in bed. His phone rings and he wakes up)
  
SpongeBob: Hi, Patrick, what are you up to?
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'''Patrick''': Who's that? (picks up phone) Hello?
  
Patrick: Sleeping.
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'''SpongeBob''': Hey, Patrick, what are you up to?
  
SpongeBob: So, how...
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'''Patrick''': Sleeping.
  
Patrick: SpongeBob, both of us know that you're just using me as a distraction so you don't need to write your essay.
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'''SpongeBob''': That's really fascinating. Are you having a good sleep? Any dreams you'd like to discuss? I remember on this...
  
SpongeBob: (gasps) That is not true! I called to have an endearing conversation with you!
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'''Patrick''': SpongeBob, you and I both know that you're just using me as a distraction so you don't have to write your essay.
  
Patrick: Well, I'm listening.
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'''SpongeBob''': (gasps) That is not true! I called to have an engaging conversation with you!
  
SpongeBob: Uh...Marco!
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'''Patrick''': Well, I'm listening.
  
Patrick: Polo!
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'''SpongeBob''': Uh...Marco!
  
SpongeBob: Well I have to write an essay! Sheesh, what a chatterbox. I've got to get moving. I can't write with all these eraser shavings on the table! (blows them away) Oh, great, now they're all over my thinking space. (chokes on one) Ouch! Help me! I swallowed an eraser shaving! I'm choking! (goes to the kitchen and drinks water)
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'''Patrick''': Polo. (hangs up)
  
Gary: Meow.
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'''SpongeBob''': (listening to a dial tone) Yeah, well, I gotta get going, Patrick. Got an important essay to write. (hangs up phone) Sheesh, what a chatterbox. Can't he see that I'm busy? (notices eraser shavings on his paper) I can't write with all these eraser shavings all over my paper! (throws them away) Now they're floating around my thinking space. (blows them away) So long, pesky particles! (they come back, and he chokes on one) I swallowed one! I'm choking! Water! Water! (goes to the kitchen and drinks water, then gasps in relief) That was a close one.
  
SpongeBob: What do you mean I'm being overly dramatic? Wow, all that choking sure made me hungry.
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'''Gary''': Meow.
  
Gary: Meow.
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'''SpongeBob''': What do you mean overly dramatic, Gary? All that choking sure made me hungry.
  
SpongeBob: I can't write an essay without brain food. Hmm...what bread should I eat? Wheat or rye...or pumpernickel. (doorbell rings) Huh? A visitor? Hello!
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'''Gary''': Meow.
  
Mailman: Package for Mr. SquarePants.
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'''SpongeBob''': I can't write on an empty stomach, Gary. I gotta have my brain food. (looking through his refrigerator) Now, let's see. White or rye bread...or pumpernickel? Gee, I guess it really depends on the meat inside. And the cheese. (doorbell rings) A visitor? For me? (opens the door) Hello!
  
SpongeBob: Thank you. So, do you like your job?
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'''Mailman''': Package for Mr. SquarePants.
  
Mailman: It puts bread on the table.
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'''SpongeBob''': Great! Thanks! So, you like delivering mail?
  
SpongeBob: Rye or pumpernickel? (laughs) So, who delivers your mail? Another mailman? So who delivers his mail? Is there a never-ending chain of mailmen?
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'''Mailman''': It puts bread on the table.
  
Mailman: Don't you have a paper to write?
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'''SpongeBob''': Rye or pumpernickel? (laughs)
  
SpongeBob: How did he know I had an essay to write? Maybe a little TV will calm my nerves.
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'''Mailman''': Oh, brother.
  
Realistic Fish Head: It's today, where local resident SpongeBob SquarePants has a few hours to write an essay, and he continues to goof off. (head stricks out TV) When will he learn?
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'''SpongeBob''': So, do you deliver your own mail? Or do you have your own mailperson? But then, who delivers his mail? Is there a never-ending chain of mailmen delivering mail to other mailmen? Well, I guess a P.O. box could, in theory, break the chain.
  
SpongeBob: Hi-yah! (karate chops the TV. lights a candle)  
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'''Mailman''': Don't you have a paper to write? (walks away)  
  
Chair: Hey, SpongeBob? Over here! Come and relax. (a bell rings)
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'''SpongeBob''': (gulps) How did he know I'm supposed to be writing an essay? (glances back and forth several times, then slides backward into his house, turns and tiptoes in front of the television)
  
SpongeBob: Midnight! I've got to finish my essay! (runs to the table, but it has enlarged. he jumps up) Hey, where are my pants!
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'''Realistic Fish Head''': (speaking on the TV) In other news, local resident SpongeBob SquarePants only has a few hours left to complete his essay. And yet he continues to goof off. (his head leans through the TV screen into SpongeBob's face) When will he learn?
  
Pants: Hey, SpongeBob!
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'''SpongeBob''': Hi-yah! (karate chops the TV causing a zap and the glass breaks. The room has a blackout and he lights a candle)
  
SpongeBob: You get up right this instant!
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'''Easy Chair''': (SpongeBob turns to it) Hey! SpongeBob, over here! Come on! Take a seat! Put your feet up and relax! (SpongeBob drops the candle on the floor and the fire on the candle goes out)
  
Pants: Freedom!
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'''SpongeBob''': (gasps, as the bell rings the clock lights up as he looks at the clock) Oh, no! Midnight! (Panting, he runs in a hallway where the wall is full of paintings of clocks in the style of "Persistence of Memory") Must... get... back to desk! (runs to the table, but it has enlarged. He jumps up) Whew, that was a close call. (notices his pants are missing and he screams) My pants!  
  
SpongeBob: (runs out the door) Come back! (tries to get back in, but it is locked. looks in the window)
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'''Pants''': Yoo hoo! Down here!
  
Fire Wick: Only seven hundred ninety nine words to go! (he burns it)
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'''SpongeBob''': You get up here! I gotta get back to work!
  
SpongeBob: No! (the house burns) Ah! My house! Help me! Help me! My house is on fire!
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'''Pants''': Freedom!
  
House: SpongeBob, why did you set me on fire! Why didn't you just do your essay! Stop wasting time!
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'''SpongeBob''': (runs out the door following the pants) Stop, pants! You get back here this instant! Pants! (The door closes. SpongeBob tries to get back in, but it is locked. He looks in the window. The candle is still lit. The clock's face pops off, revealing a mouth)
  
SpongeBob: (wakes up) Hey, where's my essay! Oh, here it is! Do I dare look at the clock! Oh, no! Class starts in five minutes! What not to do at a stoplight? Think! Think! Feeding your snail is something not to do at a stoplight! And making a sandwich. And karate chopping! And shooting the breeze with the mailman. And... (cut to SpongeBob running to the boating school) Mrs. Puff! Mrs. Puff! I'm finished with my essay! All 800 words on what not to do at a stoplight! (goes inside, but nobosy is there) Huh? Where is everybody?
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'''Clock''': (ghostly voice) Time's up, SpongeBob. (the candle melts into a flame, Flare. SpongeBob gasps)
  
Mrs. Puff: Hello, SpongeBob.
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'''SpongeBob''': Burning!
  
SpongeBob: Mrs. Puff! Here's that essay you wanted me to write.
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'''Flare''': (takes SpongeBob's essay paper) Only 799 words to go! (burns the paper and leaps off the table) Hehehehe!
  
Mrs. Puff: I'm sorry, SpongeBob. I tried to call you! I'm having a teacher's conference.
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'''SpongeBob''': No! (the inside of his house burns. Screams) What have I done? Help! Help! My house is on fire! (continues running around his burnt house, babbling incoherently, until the house comes to life)
  
SpongeBob: But what about my essay?
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'''House''': SpongeBob, why? Why did you set me on fire, SpongeBob?! Why didn't you just write your essay?! Stop wasting time!
  
Mrs. Puff: I decided to cancel the assignment. Instead we're gonna have a field trip to a stoplight. See you next week!
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'''SpongeBob''': (wakes up from his nightmare and takes the pencil off his face) Where's my essay! Oh, there you are! I must've dozed off. Let's see, where are we? (the paper only reads "The") Do I dare look at the clock? (looks at the clock, then gasps) It's almost 9:00! Class starts in five minutes! How am I going to write this whole paper in five minutes? How am I supposed to know what not to do at a stoplight? (realizing) Feeding your snail is something not to do at a stoplight! And... (begins writing) ...making a sandwich. And lighting candles! And drinking water! And calling your friends! And karate chopping the TV! And shooting the breeze with the mailman. And falling asleep... (cut to SpongeBob, out of breath, running to the boating school) Mrs. Puff! Mrs. Puff! I'm finished! All 800 words! I'm finished! Here it is! Mrs. Puff? (goes inside, but nobody is there) Where is everybody?
  
(SpongeBob rips his essay. He then rips himself.)
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'''Mrs. Puff''': Oh, there you are, SpongeBob.
  
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'''SpongeBob''': Here you go, Mrs. Puff! All 800 words! All about stoplights and what not to do at 'em.
  
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'''Mrs. Puff''': I'm sorry, SpongeBob. I tried to call you! I have to go to a teacher's convention.
  
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'''SpongeBob''': But what about my essay?
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'''Mrs. Puff''': Nah, I decided to cancel the assignment. We're just going to take a field trip to a stoplight instead. See you next week! (exits. SpongeBob rips his essay. He then rips himself)
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Episode Article: Procrastination

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(At Mrs. Puff's Boating School, the bell rings)

Mrs. Puff: OK, class, quiet, quiet. Now, get out your pencils and paper, and write down the assignment. (students groan)

SpongeBob: Did you hear that? We get an assignment! (Nat gives an annoyed look)

Mrs. Puff: Everyone must write an essay on what not to do at a stoplight. (students groan again)

SpongeBob: Did you hear that? What not to do at a Stoplight. (Nat glares at him)

Mrs. Puff: In no less than 800 words. (squeals. Students groan again)

Nat: (acting like SpongeBob): Did you hear that? 800 words!

SpongeBob: Yeah, I know! (Nat frowns in annoyance)

Mrs. Puff: Due tomorrow. And remember, class: work hard, and no goofing off. (back at SpongeBob's house)

SpongeBob: OK, Gary, no goofing off. I am about to write the greatest essay of all time. Like most great essays, it will be written on paper. (Shows two pieces) Even more important than the paper is... (shows a pencil) ...the pencil. A pencil is sharp or as dull as I like. (To the pencil) Hmm.. funny thing, as my ideas grow, you shrink. (kisses the pencil) Well, I couldn't have asked for a more beautiful day to write an essay. (looks at window. It's colorful outside) OK, here we go. (begins writing) "What Not to Do at a Stoplight". Hey, this is easy! "By SpongeBob SquarePants". Ha, this essay is pure gold. And now, pencil, get ready to do your stuff, because here we go! (the clock is shown. Several hours pass and SpongeBob has not written anything else) Gee, this is harder than I thought. (in a deleted scene, he looks outside. There is a carnival. Squidward is suntanning. A kid is eating ice cream. Jellyfish are playing tennis. Gary is playing with a ball. Patrick is rubbing Sandy with sunscreen)

Patrick: Come on, SpongeBob!

SpongeBob: It should be against the law to have to write an essay on such a super sailorific, sunshiny day. (groans) But I must press onward. Because with this pencil, and the completion of this essay, I'll be one step closer to my driver's license! (a live-action drag race is shown. A car hits a wall, tumbles, and gets back up. Cut back to SpongeBob) Oh, yeah... This'll be no problemo. Why, I've got plenty of time. It's only six o'clock! Okay, okay, here we go. Here we go. (SpongeBob struggles to write) I know! I just need to get a little blood pumpin' in the old noodle. How about some calisthenics? (does calisthenics. While doing it, he recites "Hup hoo" several times) I can feel those juices pumpin' now. (moves his chair closer to the table. Does it a lot because of the fun noise it makes. Laughs) Huh? What am I doing? I gotta write that paper. (pushes his chair in) Come on, pencil, make words.

Gary: Meow.

SpongeBob: Gary! Hey, hey, hey, Gary! How's my favorite mollusk? How about you and ol' SpongeBob fix you up something to eat?

Gary: Meow.

SpongeBob: What do you mean you're not hungry?

Gary: Meow.

SpongeBob: I know I have an essay to write. Now, come on, Gary. (pours some food) I've got to make sure you get your nutrition, so I'm not leaving till you eat every single bite. (takes up a ladder and fills it to ceiling-level. Gary quickly eats it) Gary, are you sure you don't want some crème brûlée? Or some choco-flavored algae bits? (sees a pile of food on the floor) Gee, Gary sure made a mess. I can't work on my essay, knowing there's a mess in the kitchen. (cleans it up) Hmm. I might as well clean the rest of the floor while I'm at it. I should get these hard-to-reach places too! And these dishes need to be cleaned! Can't have dirty garbage. (some time later, SpongeBob is finished) Well, I think it's clean enough now. (the kitchen is now chrome) Why, that didn't take too long. It's only... (checks the clock) 10:00! Oh. No more fooling around. I gotta get back to work. Okay, Mr. Essay, I say: prepare to be written! I'm doing it! (begins writing frantically in a montage) I'm doing it!... Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!... And some of these, and some of these!... Almost there and... (drops pencil) done. (sighs in relief) Now, let's see how it looks so far. The... (he has only written the word "The", in a fancy manner) Break time! Pacing always helps me think. (paces around the room) Let's see, only 799 words to go. Think, SpongeBob, think. (looks at the telephone, then at the paper, then back at the phone. Cut to Patrick in bed. His phone rings and he wakes up)

Patrick: Who's that? (picks up phone) Hello?

SpongeBob: Hey, Patrick, what are you up to?

Patrick: Sleeping.

SpongeBob: That's really fascinating. Are you having a good sleep? Any dreams you'd like to discuss? I remember on this...

Patrick: SpongeBob, you and I both know that you're just using me as a distraction so you don't have to write your essay.

SpongeBob: (gasps) That is not true! I called to have an engaging conversation with you!

Patrick: Well, I'm listening.

SpongeBob: Uh...Marco!

Patrick: Polo. (hangs up)

SpongeBob: (listening to a dial tone) Yeah, well, I gotta get going, Patrick. Got an important essay to write. (hangs up phone) Sheesh, what a chatterbox. Can't he see that I'm busy? (notices eraser shavings on his paper) I can't write with all these eraser shavings all over my paper! (throws them away) Now they're floating around my thinking space. (blows them away) So long, pesky particles! (they come back, and he chokes on one) I swallowed one! I'm choking! Water! Water! (goes to the kitchen and drinks water, then gasps in relief) That was a close one.

Gary: Meow.

SpongeBob: What do you mean overly dramatic, Gary? All that choking sure made me hungry.

Gary: Meow.

SpongeBob: I can't write on an empty stomach, Gary. I gotta have my brain food. (looking through his refrigerator) Now, let's see. White or rye bread...or pumpernickel? Gee, I guess it really depends on the meat inside. And the cheese. (doorbell rings) A visitor? For me? (opens the door) Hello!

Mailman: Package for Mr. SquarePants.

SpongeBob: Great! Thanks! So, you like delivering mail?

Mailman: It puts bread on the table.

SpongeBob: Rye or pumpernickel? (laughs)

Mailman: Oh, brother.

SpongeBob: So, do you deliver your own mail? Or do you have your own mailperson? But then, who delivers his mail? Is there a never-ending chain of mailmen delivering mail to other mailmen? Well, I guess a P.O. box could, in theory, break the chain.

Mailman: Don't you have a paper to write? (walks away)

SpongeBob: (gulps) How did he know I'm supposed to be writing an essay? (glances back and forth several times, then slides backward into his house, turns and tiptoes in front of the television)

Realistic Fish Head: (speaking on the TV) In other news, local resident SpongeBob SquarePants only has a few hours left to complete his essay. And yet he continues to goof off. (his head leans through the TV screen into SpongeBob's face) When will he learn?

SpongeBob: Hi-yah! (karate chops the TV causing a zap and the glass breaks. The room has a blackout and he lights a candle)

Easy Chair: (SpongeBob turns to it) Hey! SpongeBob, over here! Come on! Take a seat! Put your feet up and relax! (SpongeBob drops the candle on the floor and the fire on the candle goes out)

SpongeBob: (gasps, as the bell rings the clock lights up as he looks at the clock) Oh, no! Midnight! (Panting, he runs in a hallway where the wall is full of paintings of clocks in the style of "Persistence of Memory") Must... get... back to desk! (runs to the table, but it has enlarged. He jumps up) Whew, that was a close call. (notices his pants are missing and he screams) My pants!

Pants: Yoo hoo! Down here!

SpongeBob: You get up here! I gotta get back to work!

Pants: Freedom!

SpongeBob: (runs out the door following the pants) Stop, pants! You get back here this instant! Pants! (The door closes. SpongeBob tries to get back in, but it is locked. He looks in the window. The candle is still lit. The clock's face pops off, revealing a mouth)

Clock: (ghostly voice) Time's up, SpongeBob. (the candle melts into a flame, Flare. SpongeBob gasps)

SpongeBob: Burning!

Flare: (takes SpongeBob's essay paper) Only 799 words to go! (burns the paper and leaps off the table) Hehehehe!

SpongeBob: No! (the inside of his house burns. Screams) What have I done? Help! Help! My house is on fire! (continues running around his burnt house, babbling incoherently, until the house comes to life)

House: SpongeBob, why? Why did you set me on fire, SpongeBob?! Why didn't you just write your essay?! Stop wasting time!

SpongeBob: (wakes up from his nightmare and takes the pencil off his face) Where's my essay! Oh, there you are! I must've dozed off. Let's see, where are we? (the paper only reads "The") Do I dare look at the clock? (looks at the clock, then gasps) It's almost 9:00! Class starts in five minutes! How am I going to write this whole paper in five minutes? How am I supposed to know what not to do at a stoplight? (realizing) Feeding your snail is something not to do at a stoplight! And... (begins writing) ...making a sandwich. And lighting candles! And drinking water! And calling your friends! And karate chopping the TV! And shooting the breeze with the mailman. And falling asleep... (cut to SpongeBob, out of breath, running to the boating school) Mrs. Puff! Mrs. Puff! I'm finished! All 800 words! I'm finished! Here it is! Mrs. Puff? (goes inside, but nobody is there) Where is everybody?

Mrs. Puff: Oh, there you are, SpongeBob.

SpongeBob: Here you go, Mrs. Puff! All 800 words! All about stoplights and what not to do at 'em.

Mrs. Puff: I'm sorry, SpongeBob. I tried to call you! I have to go to a teacher's convention.

SpongeBob: But what about my essay?

Mrs. Puff: Nah, I decided to cancel the assignment. We're just going to take a field trip to a stoplight instead. See you next week! (exits. SpongeBob rips his essay. He then rips himself)


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