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Christmas Who?

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Spongebob: (laughs) Today, I'm gonna sneak up and get that Sandy with a super sneaky karate move. (practives karate)
Spongebob: What diabolical act is she committing now? (Sandy plugs in christmas lights) Fire! Don't worry, Sandy, I'm coming! Stand back, Sandy, fire! (instead of throwing water on tree...throws it on Sandy) Huh? I guess there's no fire?
Sandy: What in the name of the Alamo is wrong with you, Spongebob? Ain't you never seen a Christmas tree before?
Spongebob: Christmas who?
Sandy: What?! Ya'll never heard of Christmas?
Spongebob: Is she a friend from Texas?
Sandy: (laughs) No. I can't believe you have heard of... (makes a funny face) ...Christmas.
Spongebob: Tell me more about this... (imitates Sandy) ...Christmas.
Patchy: And so, Sandy wove the magical tale of gumdrops and pennywhistles. She told of toy-making elves and flying reindeer. But best of all, she told of the one they call, Santa Claus.
(At Krusty Krab)
Spongebob: And everyone pretends to like the fruitcake.
Squidward: Yawn.
Spongebob: But the best part is you can write a letter to this guy, Santa Claus, and tell him what you want, and when he comes he brings it to you.
Patrick: Just like a genie.
Mr Krabs: I dunno about you, lubbers, but any fella who's giving away free stuff, is a friend o' mine.
Spongebob: That's the spirit, Mr Krabs. (grabs a piece of paper) Here you go! You can get started on your letter.
Squidward: I can't believe anybody would celebrate a holiday where a jolly prowler breaks into your house and leaves gifts.
Patrick: Like a genie.
Mr Krabs: Pipe down, Squidward. I'm trying to concentrate. This thing is as good as a blank check direct from the First National Bank of Santa Claus.
Squidward: Oh, brother.
Patrick: Yeah.
Spongebob: Ok, who's next?
Patrick: Ooh, ooh, me, me!
Squidward: Ooh.
Spongebob: Here you go, Patrick.
Patrick: There's no words on this paper.
Spongebob: Not yet.
Patrick: Yippee! A writing stick.
Spongebob: C'mon, Squidward. Write a letter.
Squidward: Spongebob, grow up will ya? No one's going to give me a gift just because I write them a stupid letter. (Patrick's letter tears in half)
Patrick: Spongebob, I ripped my paper. Could I have another one?
Spongebob: Sure, buddy. Here you go. Okie dokie, Squid... (Patrick rips his again) ...ward.
Patrick: Uhh, Spongebob... (hands him another piece) Thanks. (sits down and starts writing with the paper on top of the pencil) Dear Sant... (paper rips) Doh! Not again.
Spongebob: Here, Patrick, watch me. Dear Santa, what do I want for Christmas, you ask? All I want is for you to visit gentle folk in Bikini Bottom. That is my wish. (puts the letter in a bottle) Patrick, I designed this mechanism specifically to shoot bottles to the surface. The hopes of everyone rests on the success of its maiden voyage. Fire in the hole! (bottle shoots up to the surface) Patrick: Santa! Haha. Where's Santa?
Spongebob: Santa doesn't come till Christmas Eve.
Mr Krabs: Ok, boy, my demands, I mean, uhh, my letter, is ready to go.
Spongebob: Great, Mr Krabs. What did you wish for?
Mr Krabs: A pony.
Spongebob: Really?
Mr Krabs: With saddle bags full of money! (shoots a bottle up to the surface)
Patrick: Here you go, Spongebob.
Spongebob: What did you wish for, Patrick?
Patrick: Another piece of paper. (bottle shoots up to the surface)
Spongebob: And what did you wish for, little girl?
Little Girl: Front teeth.
Cowboy: I could use a new hat.
Middle-Age Lady: I need a new hairstyle.
Elderly Man: How about a glass of water for my teeth.(lots of bottles get shot up to the surface)
Squidward: Excuse me, coming through, out of the way.
Spongebob: Great, Squidward, you finished. What's your wish?
Squidward: My wish is that the people of Bikini Bottom will stop paying any attention to the inane dribble that is constantly streaming out of this dunderhead's mouth.
Spongebob: Gee, Squidward, maybe Santa will bring me a dictionary so I can understand what you just said. Ok, everybody, we've got a lot to do now that we've summoned Santa Claus. We must ready ourselves for his arrival.
Everyone: Hooray! (everyone sings The Very First Christmas To Me. Later, Spongebob is shown shooting letters to the surface again)
Citizen: I hope he can read Portuguese.
Spongebob: Ahh, that's the last letter. Huh? Wait! Squidward hasn't written his letter yet. (runs to Squidward with a pencil and paper in hand) Squidward! Hurry! Squidward, Squidward! Hurry! (runs into Squidwards house and upstairs to have him write his letter)
Squidward: Spongebob, what are you doing?
Spongebob: Don't worry, Squidward. I'll help you get started. (writes letter for Squidward) Dear Santa Claus...
Squidward: Spongebob, forget it.
Citizen: Right, too formal. Hi Santa...
Squidward: Spongebob, no.
Citizen: Howdy, Claus?
Squidward: (pushes Spongebob out his door) I'm not writing a letter to a figment of your imagination.
Citizen: But, Squidward, when Santa comes, you'll be the only one without a gift.
Squidward: Spongebob, how many times do I have to say it? I don't believe in Santa Claus!!
Citizen: C'mon, Squid, all you have to do is write a letter. What have you got to lose?
Squidward: My self-respect, my sanity, my lunch. (closes door)
Spongebob: Squidward, c'mon. (everyone tries to get Squidward outside)
Citizen: C'mon, Squidward. Don't be a party pooper. C'mon out.
Squidward: (pokes his head out his window) Santa Claus is a big phony! Spongebob has got you all fooled.
Spongebob: C'mon, Squidward. C'mon! (closes window and gets in bed)
Squidward: Those idiots are gonna be up all night while I get a full nights sleep. (tries to sleep but the singing outside wakes him up)
Citizens: Oh, Santas coming tonight, tonight. Santas coming tonight. Santas coming tonight, tonight. Santas coming tonight.
Spongebob: C'mon everybody. Let's sing till Santa gets here.
Everyone: Oh, Santas coming tonight, tonight. Santas coming tonight. Santas coming tonight, tonight. Santas coming... (its morning and they are tired) Santas coming tonight, tonight. Santas coming tonight.
Citizen Fish: Hey! Where's Santa?
Spongebob: Uh, he should be here any minute. Santas coming tonight, tonight. Santas coming tonight.
Citizens: Oh, c'mon. Enough of this. (everyone argues)
Citizen Fish: Thanks for the lies, Mr Fairytale. Let's go waste our time somewhere else. Hey, guys, where's your Christmas Spirit? He's just running late.
Patrick: He probably just stopped for a snack. Fat guys get hungry right?
Spongebob: Yeah! (they wait and wait and then one of the jellyfish jars break on Spongebob's head)
Patrick: Never trust a genie. (Patrick and snowmal walk away)
Squidward: (alarm goes off) Ahh, morning already? Oh, boy! (speaking in a megaphone) Merry Christmas! Ho, ho, ho! Merry Christmas. Wait. Oh, I see a great Christmas photo op. Could you move in a little? Say Santa Claus.
Spongebob: (very sad face) Santa Claus. (Squidward takes picture)
Squidward: Aww, our first Christmas. This Christmas feels like the very first Christmas. The first Christmas is this Christmas. (donkey appears on screen making noises) Cause it feels like the first Christmas to me. (laughing at Spongebob)
Spongebob: You were right, Squidward. This is a stupid holiday. (takes out a present) I still want you to have this.
Squidward: What? What's this?
Spongebob: A present. I made it for you so you wouldn't be left out when...Santa came.
Squidward: Oh, gee, I, uh, you know I...
Spongebob: You're welcome.
Squidward: Spongebob? He made me a present? It's probably a jellyfish net, or an old krabby patty, or... (imitates a hillbilly) his favorite underpants. Haha. (opens present) Why, it looks like a clarinet. (smells it) It smells like one, too. Handcrafted on driftwood. And it's even got my name on it. (finds a button that says "push") What's this? (pushes the button and 3 wooden Squidwards with clarinets come out and bob up and down) Wow. This is the greatest gift I've ever gotten. Oh, I feel like a...I feel like a...I feel like a... (donkey appears on screen and makes noises) big jerk. What have I done to poor Spongebob? Uh, hey, Spongebob? I...Spongebob? (Spongebob is on a ladder trying to get his lights down)
Spongebob: I guess I won't be needing this. (slides down with the lights in hand) That's better. (a gray cloud comes and rains on Spongebob)
Squidward: Poor little guy. All he wanted was to spread a little joy.
Spongebob: I better get this stuff off of Squid's house.
Squidward: Ho, ho, ho! Ho, ho, ho!
Spongebob: Huh? Hello? Who's there? Huh? Hello?
Squidward: Ho, ho, ho! Ho, ho, ho!
Spongebob: Hello? Yes. Who's there? Huh? Hello? Show yourself. Yoo-hoo. Hello? Who is it? Huh?
Squidward: Up here you dunce. (looks like Santa Claus) I mean, uh, Merry Christmas little boy.
Spongebob: (gasps) Could it be?
Squidward: Yes, it is I, Santa Claus. Ho, ho, ho... (slips off the roof and hits the ground)
Spongebob: Hey, you're S-S-S-S-S-S-S-S-San...S-S-S-S-S-S-S-S-San... S-S-S-S-S-S-S-S-San...
Squidward: Hey, uh, kid, take it easy.
Spongebob: S-S-S-S-S-S-S-S-Santa... (faints)
Squidward: Spongebob? Spongebob? Spongebob?!
Spongebob: S-S-S-S-S-S-S-S-San...
Squidward: Don't do that again.
Spongebob: Oh, I knew you'd make it, Santa. Hey, Santa, where's your big, round belly.
Squidward: Well, that, um, is a result of, uh, undersea pressure on my body.
Spongebob: Where's your reindeer? And your flying machine?
Squidward: Uhh, I loaned them to the Easter bunny.
Spongebob: And what about that nose? (pokes his nose and laughs) I knew you were suppose to have a big one but, that things gigantic. (laughs)
Squidward: Alright! I'm Santa.
Spongebob: (glues a jump onto Santa) Santa! This is the greatest you could've given me. Thank you for bringing Christmas to Bikini Bottom.
Squidward: I didn't bring Christmas to Bikini Bottom, Spongebob, you did.
Spongebob: I did? (faints and falls on Gary's shell)
Gary: Meow.
Squidward: Merry Christmas, Spongebob. Merry Christmas! Whew! I'm glad that's over.
Kid: Do you have a present for me, Santa?
Squidward: Oh, well, uhh, see I'm not really...
Spongebob: (laughs) Go ahead, Santa Claus. See, he is real. He made my Christmas wish come true, he won't let you down.
Squidward: Uhh, right, just a second. (searches in his house for stuff) C'mon, let's see. What do little girls like? A book of matches? Or a shaving kit? A copy of my birth certificate? There's got to be something around here. Think. Think. Think. Ha! Perfect! (hands the little girl a wrench) Ho, ho, ho!
Little Kid: Thanks, Santa. (scratches the wrench like it was a puppy)
Squidward: That almost felt good. (Squidward then notices a long line of citizens waiting for presents) I didn't...who?
Citizen Fish: Hey, Santa, where's my present?
Elderly Citizen: And mine!
Citizen Lady Fish: And what about me?
Squidward: Let's see what Santa has for all you good people. (searches for stuff in his house) Think fast, Santa. Gifts for good people. A-ha! A bowl of mashed potatoes for you.
Citizen: Thank you, Santa. This is just what I wanted. (puts bowl on her head) A new hairstyle.
Squidward: (gives the little girl two forms & gives Patrick a clock) Here you go, Patrick.
Patrick: Wow. (punches a hole through the clock) A wrist watch.
Squidward: (gets everything else in his house to the citizens) What was I thinking? I gave away all my stuff just 'cause Spongebob wouldn't be sad. Am I insane? (Spongebob knocks on the door) You might as well take the door. It's all that's left.
Spongebob: Squidward! You missed him! He was here just like I said! He gave us all presents. He was jolly and he had a beard. His nose was big and he had rosy cheeks. He was friendly and kind. (turns Spongebob towards the door and pushes him so he walks) And Santa is...his belly was small but his nose was huge with Christmas joy. He was so...
Squidward: Well, at least it's over. (notices a bottle with a letter in it on the ground) Huh? What's this?
Santa: Dear Squidward, thanks for all your help! You've been a real good boy this year. Warm regards, Santa Claus. (letter disappears into thin air) Ho, ho, ho! Ho, ho, ho! (in his sleigh flying) Ho, ho, ho, ho, ho. Merry Christmas! Ho, ho, ho, ho, ho. Ho, ho, ho, ho. (does a crazy dance while saying his "ho ho ho")
Squidward: Yup, I'm insane. (plays his wooden clarinet)
Santa: Merry Christmas!