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SpongeBob: (singing) Do do do do do do do do do do do! Trying to stop it is futile. So just listen now to my musical doodle! Do do do do do do do do do do do.
Squidward: (growls. Grabs SpongeBob's lips) Would you stop that incessant babbling?
SpongeBob: Sorry, Squidward. (he growls again)
Mr. Krabs: SpongeBob, what are you doing? It's closing time. (gives SpongeBob and mop bucket) Now get out there and swab the poop deck.
SpongeBob: Aye-aye, mein capitán. (slies away singing the song from earlier)Do do do do do do do do do do do. Do do do do do do do do do do do. Do do do do do do do do do do do. I'm mopping and I'm singing about the musical doodle. Do do do do do do do do do do do. (as he hums, Squidward walks over to SpongeBob and gets hit with the mop)
Squidward: Would you quit it with that tune already?
SpongeBob: Sorry. It's just so catchy.
Squidward: I don't care. Just can it. (walks back to the cash register)
Squidward: I'll cleanse myself by listening to a little public radio. (turns on the radio and the musical doodle is playing)
SpongeBob: Ooh, it's Musical Doodle, Squidward!

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Round and round, the record spins all day
Listen again, it takes you far away,
Trying to stop it is futile
So just listen now to my musical doodle!
Do do do do do do do do do do do
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Squidward: (turns off the radio) Figures you would be into that hideous pop fodder.
SpongeBob: It's a sign.
Squidward: A sign that you're a true boob?
SpongeBob: Yes! No. That this song and I were meant to be together.
Squidward: Great. Now I hate two things.
Mr. Krabs: All right boys, time to go-- Ooh!
Squidward: (runs out the door) Freedom!
Mr. Krabs: Okay, SpongeBob, time to hit the road. SpongeBob? (notices SpongeBob sitting a table listening to the song)
DJ: And that's the new song by the Sonars called Musical Doodle.
SpongeBob: Ah, Musical Doodle.
Mr. Krabs: SpongeBob!
SpongeBob: Oops. Goodnight, sir. (floats in the air, while humming the musical doodle, and out of the Krusty Krab)
Mr. Krabs: What am I running here, a nuthouse? (SpongeBob floats through Bikini Bottom singing Musical Doodle until he actually hears the song and falls down to the ground. He buys the record. Cut to SpongeBob's house where Gary is eating when SpongeBob comes in)
SpongeBob: Oh, Gary! (Gary tries to get away but SpongeBob grabs him) Ah, just the snail I'm looking for. Want to hear my new record?
Gary: (shakes head) Meow.
SpongeBob: (chuckles) I knew you would! (puts Gary down, opens his shell, and puts the vinyl on the record player. The song plays until nighttime where Gary is snoring) Whoo! Let's spin that record one more time. (the clock chimes 9:00) Wow. It's late. I have to get to sleep. (He takes the record off the turntable and puts it back in the album cover) Come to bed when you're ready, Gary. (walks upstairs humming the song and gets into bed. Closes his eyes but his mouth whistles the song. He tries to cover his mouth but it keeps on whistling. He then puts a cork in his mouth and his pores start humming the musical doodle song) Oh, fine. I'll just listen to it one more time to get it out of my system. (cut to SpongeBob listening and singing the song) Round and round the record spins all day. Listen again it takes you far away. Trying to stop it is futile. So just listen now to my musical doodle! Listen again to the musical doodle! (song stops. He giggles) Just one more time. (plays it again) Round and round the record spins all day. One more time!(plays it again) Round and round the record spins all day. (cut to next day at Krusty Krab. SpongeBob is in the kitchen)
Mr. Krabs: (standing by his office door looking at SpongeBob almost dose off) Pushin' your luck a bit, aren't you, kid? You were nearly late this morning. You got to be more concient-urous or I'll have to start docking your pay. Oh, yeah. That's what I'll do. (starts dancing with a tambourine) Do do do do do do do do do do do! (shakes a tambourine in SpongeBob's face) Musical Doodle! SpongeBob, wake up, boyo! Don't you need some patties to get started there?
SpongeBob: Of course. Uh, thanks, boss! (dumps the whole bucket of patties onto the grill)
Mr. Krabs: Just focus on making them patties, boyo.
SpongeBob: Do do do do do do do do do do do... (covers mouth and giggles as Mr. Krabs keeps an eye on him through his office window. SpongeBob starts bending his knees up and down. Sings) Think you control it, but it's way too hard. Every time it plays, there's an electric charge. (covers his mouth with his spatula) Hang on. Hang on. Play that last part back for me. (presses his tooth to make it rewind the song in his head) That's it. I shouldn't try to control it. I should stop fighting the doodle's infectious groove. (comes out of the kitchen and serves two customers while singing the musical doodle)
Customer: Young man? Excuse me, young man. (SpongeBob keeps singing and ignores customer) I asked for no onions!
SpongeBob: Gonna listen again to the Musical Doodle.
Lonnie: Young man! Ugh. What is wrong with the youth of the ocean today? (SpongeBob doesn't notice he's making a mess with the customers orders as he goes around and serves them while singing the musical doodle)
Customer #2: (groans) Oh, I can't eat like this. (gets up and leaves)
Customer #3: Me neither. (a bunch of customers leave. The sound of the door wakes up Mr. Krabs from his nap in his office)
Mr. Krabs: That door squeak sounded decidedly disgruntled. (opens his office door and sees some customers leaving) Me customers! (uses the floorboard to get the customers back) Why are you running off?
Customer #4: Well, I never got my fries!
Customer #5: I never got my patty!
Customer #3: I got drenched in soda! And it was all because that yellow idiot keeps singing that annoying song. (Mr. Krabs growls as he watches SpongeBob singing the song)
Mr. Krabs: SpongeBob, you gotta cut out that singing, boy. It's repelling me profits.
SpongeBob: Mr. Krabs, I've tried and I've tried, but it just keeps playing over and over in my mind.
Mr. Krabs: Uh-huh. Stop singin' that song! One more outburst out of me and I'll send you home for the day!
(SpongeBob gasps. Back in the kitchen, SpongeBob closes his eyes and his eyes sing "musical doodle")
SpongeBob: Keep your trap shut. It wasn't my trap! (his pores on his back are humming the musical doodle. SpongeBob uses patty buns to plug them up) One more outburst like that and Mr. Krabs will send you home for the day. Okay, okay, but I feel it building up inside of me! (covers his face and we hear muffled screaming. Cut to the kitchen destroyed and trashed with the word "doodle" written everywhere. Mr. Krabs walks in)
Mr. Krabs: (gasps) What in blazes are you doing? That's it, boy. You're done for the day. (SpongeBob sings the musical doodle while running out of the Krusty Krab on all fours. He runs past Sandy)
Sandy: What's his deal?
Squidward: Oh, he's obsessed with this artless pop tune.
Sandy: We gotta help him but quick. He could be in great danger. (cut to SpongeBob running throughout Bikini Bottom. He runs past Patrick)
Patrick: Hey, buddy. (Sandy, Squidward, and Mr. Krabs are running after SpongeBob)
Sandy: Come on, Pat. We need your help.
(SpongeBob dances in his house. Sandy kicks his door down)
Sandy: SpongeBob!
Patrick: SpongeBob, where are you? (sees SpongeBob on the ceiling)
SpongeBob: Do do do do, the musical doodle!
Patrick: SpongeBob! Hold still. This won't hurt a bit.
SpongeBob: Huh?
Sandy: Get him! (Mr. Krabs and Sandy grab SpongeBob and pin him down. Patrick jumps on top of them. SpongeBob is then strapped to a chair with his mouth taped. Sandy looks at SpongeBob through a magnifying glass)
Sandy: Just as I thought. You're suffering from a condition known as earworm. You see, when your brain becomes stuck on a catchy tune, you're susceptible with earworm infection... (a green worm is sitting in a rocking chair playing a record player in SpongeBob's ear) and you've got a nasty one there.
Mr. Krabs: Let's just rip the little sucker out.
Sandy: Hold it! We can't do that. It might damage his brain. The only way to drive the earworm out is with another catchy tune.
Mr. Krabs: Ooh, ooh, ooh, I got one. It's an old sea chanty me and me mates used to sing on the high seas. (puts on a sailor hat and sings)

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It be drafty and wet in the mighty high seas
The ideal abode for rampant disease
So mateys, oh mateys
Don't ever weep
If I so much as sneeze
Cast me into the deep
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Mr. Krabs: (checks SpongeBob's ear and the earworm is still there) Hmm. He ain't budging.
Sandy: I'll be darned if anyone can resist a Western song while wearing a Western hat. Come here, you! (takes out a guitar and puts a tiny cowboy hat on the earworm and sings)

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Oh...
Life on the prairie is lonesome indeed
Not a friend in sight amongst the rustlin' weeds
So when I get lonesome
I don't have a conniption
I just fire up my friend generator contraption
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Sandy: (earworm throws the little cowboy hat away) That only seems to have made him madder. We need somebody with really musical talent to get rid of this thing.
Squidward: Alright. I'll do it, but only because you required an artist of such high talent.
Sandy: Alright, Squidward. You play that little doohickey.
Squidward: It's called a clarinet. (walks over to SpongeBob and plays the clarinet. The earworm jumps out of SpongeBob)
Worm: Hey. Hey. Hey. Hey!
Sandy: You did it, drove the little critter out!
Patrick: Hold still, buddy. (rips off the tape around his mouth but rips off some of his skin, too. SpongeBob runs up to Squidward and hugs him)
SpongeBob: Oh, thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you, Squidward!
Squidward: Alright, you're grateful. Now leave me alone. (pushes SpongeBob away but he hugs him again. Cut to night at Squidward's house where he's getting into bed)
Squidward: That was a neat little tune I came up with today, if I do say so myself. (the earworm crawls into Squidward's head and plays his clarinet tune from before) Oh, yeah, that's catchy stuff, Squiddy. Catchy stuff. Mm-mmm-mm. (screams)
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