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Episode Transcript: Gary & Spot
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Episode Article: Gary & Spot
Characters
Dialogue
Sandy: (narrating) Howdy, neighbor. It's your old pal Sandy Cheeks with a true to life tale direct from Bikini Bottom. It's the end of another long day and every critter in town is getting ready to hit the hay.
Farmer Fish: Whoo-hoo!
Sandy: Even little old Spongebob and Gary are laying down their weary heads.
SpongeBob: 'Night, Gare-bear.
Sandy: Now snails love to sleep, but they also like to have their fun. And clever little Gary here is no different. With a dang nifty decoy of place, Gary is ready to hit the town. But first things first. That gooey little varmint is mighty hungry. It may not look like much to you and me, but this here is four-star dining to a snail. Now Gary never minds running into a friend, but old Patrick here don't seem ready to share his meal. Ol' Gary feels as big as a ten-point buck right now, but he's about to be reminded that life ain't all fun and games. Especially when animal control is on your tail.
Marvin: Freeze, slime ball!
Gary: Meow.
Marvin: Hmm?
Sandy: As much as Gary likes getting one over on the heat, he has more important matters to attend to. This here is old Plankton's restaurant, the Chum Bucket. Gary ain't here for fitted though. No one's ever at the Chum Bucket for vittles.
Gary: Whew!
Sandy: That there's Spot. Plankton's pet amoeba and Gary's best friend.
Gary: Psst.
Sandy: Spot's cute but as dumb as a barrel of hair. Gary better think quick or they'll both be busted before their night's ever begun.
Plankton: Ough!
Sandy: Ol' Gary and Spot have been sneaking out for ages, though their owners are none the wiser. They love playing all sorts of games together, but their doggone favorite is wrestling. It's the Krusty Krab kitchen. What a stroke of luck. Gary and Spot must have worked up quite an appetite with all them fun and games. Uh-oh. That ice block is locked up tighter than a horse thief in a hoosegow. Oh boy. It's chow time. Whoo-whee! Looks like Gary is cooking up some fun. It may not be pretty, but to a critter, chow is chow.
Marvin: Come out, come out. Oh, there you are. Ha ha. I've got you this time.
Mr. Krabs: Ahem.
Marvin: Animal control citizen. I'm hunting an errant snail.
Mr. Krabs: I don't give a sea fig about snails! You tripped me silent alarm! Just look at this mess! Take that, you varmint! Take that!
Marvin: Ow! Ow! Ow!
Sandy: Looks like our boys gave Johnny law the slip again.
