Episode Transcript: Procrastination

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Episode Article: Procrastination

Characters

• SpongeBob
• Mrs. Puff
• Patrick
• Mrs. Puff
• Gary
• Class
• Talking items
• Mailman
• Realistic Fish Head
• French Narrator
• Sandy [seen in a deleted scene]

Dialogue

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!

Mrs. Puff: Everyone must write an essay on What Not to Do at a Stoplight.

SpongeBob: Did you hear that? What not to do at a Stoplight.

Mrs. Puff: In no less than 800 words.

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

SpongeBob: Yeah, I know!

Mrs. Puff: Due tomorrow. And remember class work hard and no goofing off.

(back at SpongeBob's house)

SpongeBob: Ok, Gary, no goofing off. I am about to write the greatest essay of all time. Like most great essays it will be written on paper. Even more important than the paper is the pencil. A pencil is sharp or as dull as I like. Hmm.. funny as my ideas grow you shrink. I couldn't have asked for more beautiful day to write an essay. (looks at window, it's a colorful outside) Ok, here we go. What Not to Do at a Stoplight. Hey this is easy by SpongeBob SquarePants Ah this essay is pure gold and now pencil get ready to do your stuff because here we go!

(SpongeBob's clock is shown. Several hours pass.)

SpongeBob: (has still only written 8 words.) Gee this is harder than I thought. (looks outside. There is a carnival. Squidward is suntanning. A kid is eating ice cream. Gary is playing with a ball. Jellyfish are playing tennis. Patrick is rubbing Sandy with sunscreen)

Patrick: Come on, SpongeBob!

SpongeBob: It should be against the law to have to write an essay on such a super sailorific, sunshiny day. 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. I've got plenty of time. It's only six o'clock! Okay, okay here we go. Here we go. (SpongeBob Struggles to write) (moves his chair closer to the table. He does it a lot because of the fun noise it makes) I know, I just need to get a little blood pumpin' in the old noodle. How about some callestetechs? (does callestetechs. While doing it, he recites Hup Ho several times) I can feel those juices pumpin' now.(moves his chair closer to the table. he does it a lot because of the fun noise it makes. He then laughs) Huh! What am I doing? I've gotta write that paper. (pushes his chair in) Come on pencil, make words.

Gary: Meow.

SpongeBob: Gary! Hey, hey, hey, Gary! 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. (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? Or some choco-flavored algae bits? 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. (cut to SpongeBob, who has already finished) Well, I think it's clean enough now. Why, that didn't take too long. It's only...10:00! Oh. No more fooling around. I've gotta get back to work. Ok, Mr. Essay, I say prepare to be written! I'm doing it! I'm doing it! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! And some of these and some of these! Almost there and... done. (sighs in relief) Now, let's see how it looks so far. The. Break time! Pacing always helps me think. Let's see, only 799 words to go. Think, SpongeBob, think. (looks at the telephone, cuts to Patrick in bed. phone rings and he wakes up)

Patrick: Who is that? (picks up phone) Hello.

SpongeBob: Hi, 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 the...

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

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

Patrick: Well, I'm listening.

SpongeBob: Uh...Marco!

Patrick: Polo!

SpongeBob: Yeah, well, I gotta get going, Patrick. Got an important essay to write. Sheesh, what a chatterbox. Can't he see that I'm busy? I can't write with all these eraser shavings all over my paper! (blows them away) Now they're floating around my thinking space. (throws them away) So long, pesky particles! (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've 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? 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?

SpongeBob: How did he know I'm supposed to be writing an essay?

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

SpongeBob: Hi-yah! (karate chops the TV. lights a candle)

Chair: Hey, SpongeBob? Over here! Come on, take a seat, put your feet up and relax. (a bell rings)

SpongeBob: (gasps) Oh, no! Midnight! (panting) Must get back to desk! (runs to the table, but it has enlarged. he jumps up) Whew, that was a close call.(his pants are missing) Ah! My pants!

Pants: Yoo Hoo? Down here!

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

Pants: Freedom!

SpongeBob: (runs out the door) Stop, pants! You get back here this instant! Pants! (tries to get back in, but it is locked. looks in the window)

(The Clock's face pops off, revealing a mouth)

Clock: (ghostly voice) Time's up, SpongeBob.

Fire Wick: Only seven hundred ninety nine words to go! (he burns it)

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

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

SpongeBob: (wakes up from his nightmare) Where's my essay! Oh, there you are! I must've dosed 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? Feeding your snail is something not to do at a stoplight! And making a sandwich. And lighting candles! And driking water! And calling your friends! And karate chopping the TV! And shooting the breeze with the mailman. And falling asleep... (cut to SpongeBob 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'm have to go to a teacher's convention.

SpongeBob: But what about my essay?

Mrs. Puff: I decided to cancel the assignment. We're just going to take a field trip to a stoplight instead. See you next week!

(SpongeBob rips his essay. He then rips himself.)