![]() ![]() Squidward: So, if we play loud, people might think we're good. People talk loud when they wanna act smart, right? (Patrick chews on a trumpet) … but I have a theory. And I know that none of you improved since we began… Squidward: Well, this is our last night together before the show. He gets tired and walks slowly to another note. Runs down and plays three notes at the same time. Plankton: It's tremendous! Ya wanna see? (runs to his harmonica and plays the first note. Squidward: How's that harmonica solo coming, Plankton? Trumpet player plays "Taps", then Squidward lies down on street, curled up in a ball) Flag twirlers let's move!!! C'mon, move!!! (flag twirlers spin fast and fly into the air and explode when running into a blimp. ![]() Squidward: Okay, that's perfect everybody. When he sits down, he plays a loud blare as the trombone slide goes down and opens his mouth, then when the note is over, he looks down with his head straight)įrench Narrator: Day two. (Patrick walks in with his head and torso seperated by a trombone, his head in the horn, then plays a tune with a series of A and B-flats. Patrick: Whoever's the owner of a white sedan, you left your lights on. ![]() (dust cloud of beatings appears with Sandy jumping at Patrick, which then goes out an open door, which then closes) Patrick: Kicking?! I want to do some kicking! (kicks Sandy in her leg) Squidward: No, SpongeBob, that's a chorus line. SpongeBob: Is this the part where we start kicking? Now I want everyone to stand in straight rows of five. (drum players, including SpongeBob, misunderstand what Squidward means, so they blow on their drum sticks, which blow out and stick Squidward to the wall) Too bad that didn't kill me. (Squidward plays 6 notes) Brass section, go. (Patrick raises his hand again) Horse radish is not an Squidward: No, Patrick, mayonnaise is not an instrument. Plankton: Do instruments of torture count? How many of you have played musical instruments before? Squidward: People, people, settle down! Ok, now. That trilobite didn't know an oboe from an elbow. Squidward: Stupid music rental clerk made me late. (Squidward looks at his watch while driving a canoe car with instruments) Puff: And be forever adored by thousands of people you don't know. Plankton: Then become part of the greatest musical sensation to ever hit Bikini Bottom. Sandy: Looking to add fulfillment to your dull, dull life? (screen fades to Bikini Bottomites reading off of band practice flyers) Squidward: I've got to drum up a marching band fast! humor. I hope the audience brings lots of…Ibuprofen! (hangs up phone) Squidward: HOLD IT! It just so happens that I don't sell fast food, I do have aīand, and we're going to play that Bubble Bowl! How do you like that, Fancy Boy?! Squilliam: I knew it! You don't even have a band! Well, I'll just let you get back to the service industry now. Squidward: (still stammering) Ohh, uhh, I.I, uhh. So, I was hoping you and your band could cover for us. The problem is, I'm busy next week and can't make it. Squidward: (stammering) The ba-ba-ba.The ba-ba-ba.The ba-ba-ba. I'm the leader of a big fancy band now, and we're supposed to play the BUBBLE BOWL next week. Squilliam: (snooty) I hear you're playing the cash register now. Squidward: (on right side of split screen) Squilliam Fancyson from band class?! ![]() Squilliam: (in left side of a split screen) Sounds like you've got a dying animal to attend to, eh ol' chum? Please start after the (plays a foul clarinet note) You've reached the house of unrecognized talent. (Squidward plays his clarinet until doorbell rings)ĭoctor Gill Gilliam: Yeah, uhh, we're with the pet hospital down the street, and I understand that you have a dying animal on the premises. David Glen Eisley, the lead singer SpongeBob from Sweet Victory. ![]()
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