- Hello Fred.
YOUR LEG! looks great!
- Stay away from MY LEG! SpongeBob.
(record scratches and rewinds)
(car revs and crashes)
(tower thuds)
- My leg!
(bone cracks) (Fred screams)
- My leg!
My leg!
My leg?
(bone cracks) My leg.
(machine whirs) My leg!
My leg.
My leg!
(laser beams) My leg!
(leg shatters)
- (laughs) That last one put my daughter through college.
All right, let's get this over with.
(saw whirring)
- My leg, my leg, my leg, my leg, my leg.
My leg!
(cast pops off)
Feels great.
Thanks doc.
- I'm glad, Fred,
but you've got to be more careful with...your leg!
- Ah come on doc, it's just my leg!
I've got another one.
- Just your leg?
Just your leg?
All right, Fred.
The next time you come in here with a hurt leg,
I'm going to replace it with.
- With what?
- A robot leg!
- Cool.
- It might be cool to you Fred,
but how does the robot feel about it?
- Don't take my leg.
Don't take my leg (cries).
- Okay doc, I get it.
I'll take better care of MY LEG!
I promise.
- Nice job, Tom.
- Hello Fred.
YOUR LEG! looks great!
- Stay away from MY LEG! SpongeBob.
- Oh Fred, I'm so sorry
I drove that freight train onto YOUR LEG!
(trains chugging)
(whistle blows)
(bone cracks)
- (laughs) Choo-choo.
- My leg!
(siren whirs)
- Flashbacks tickle.
- Now please go away.
- Oh I know, I'll protect HIS LEG! from harm, incognito.
(balloon pops)
- (gasps) Ow ow.
(gasps)
(bones crunch)
(trap slams) - Ouch (groans).
- Hey everybody, look who's back.
- (everyone) My leg!
(whistles)
(blades whirring)
- This is his job?!!
Oh no, not safe, must think.
(grumbles) Welcome back, Fred.
Nice line work but you know,
it's a lot safer if you use a table leg instead.
- Wow really?
- (laughs) Now Fred, I wouldn't pull your leg!
Watch this.
(blades whirring)
(screaming)
(building explodes)
- Well at least Fred's leg is safe.
- MY LEG! is really stressing out Dr. Charley Horse.
(bones twist and crunch)
- You're right, Fred.
It's so tense.
But I've got just the remedy.
Take off your shoes, follow me.
- So far this plan stinks.
- This is no time to be smelling stinks, Patrick.
I need to protect Fred's leg and I can't do it alone.
- The only way to relax YOUR LEG!
is to walk on hot coals.
- Hot coals? - Hot coals?
- Now Fred, close your eyes
and repeat after me the ancient mantra.
My feet are cold.
My feet are cold. - My feet are cold.
My feet are cold.
(SpongeBob screams)
(sizzling)
- My feet are cold.
My feet are cold.
- Ow.
- My butt!
- Ah my feet are cold, my feet are cold, my feet are cold...
Transcendence.