I'll go find Snail Fail and you track down Sir Urchin.
Good luck. Booyah.
[screeching]
Taxi!
[screeching]
Where to, Mack?
Take me to Sir Urchin's house!
Sir Urchin?
Yeah, Sir Urchin! You know, the guy that goes...
Why, you!
[laughing]
He's so funny.
Oh, you mean like this?
Why, you!
[clanging]
I'm Sir Urchin.
Sir Urchin, why are you driving a taxi?
Uh, my partner and I broke up five minutes ago,
and since then times have been tough.
You guys were so funny back then.
What'd I do? What'd I do?
What'd I do? [laughing]
[growling]
Say, Mac, how would you like to be Snail Fail the Second?
Would I?! [laughing]
Would I?
Oh. What is this?
Probably a gift from one of my adoring fans.
Close. I am an adoring fan. [laughing]
[yelping]
I'm sorry, Mr. Snail Fail. I just wanted to ask
if you and Sir Urchin could get back together again.
You know, for your adoring fans.
No more low comedy for me.
The only way I shall ever step on a stage again is
as a serious dramatic actor. Now, be gone.
[grunting]
Oh, I know a stage where people would love
to see you act.
Hmm. Really?
Alas, poor Macaroo, I knew him, Halibut,
a fellow of infinite jest.
He hath borne me on his fish tail
a thousand times. Ow!
[booing]
Whoa!
[groaning]
Maybe we should call Sir Urchin.
Never.
What'd I do? What'd I do? Why you! What'd I do?
[screaming, shattering] Why you!
What'd I do?
[groaning]
Why you!
What me do?
Why you!
Why me do?
How come nobody's laughing?
Well, you're saying, "What me do?"
instead of "What'd I do?" Maybe that's it.
Good note. Got it.
[grunting]
Why you!
Where I go?
[grunting]
Nah, that's not it.
If only we had a real stage to perform on.
If only I had a real stage to act on.
Extra, extra!
Big Bikini Bottom talent show tonight on a real stage!
[gasping]
This might be the break we've been waiting for.
Yay! I smell a reunion.
Welcome to the Bikini Bottom talent show.
Take it away, Bikini Bottom.
[cheering]
[booing]
Whoa! Look at all those people.
[laughing]
[squeaking]
Excuse me. Is this the line for the talent show?
Arr. You.
You.
Success.
It's great to see you guys back together again.
[grunting]
I am not following this riffraff onto the stage.
We should go first.
Shove off, Fakespeare.
Me and my new partner, Patrick, were here first.
Hey!
[shattering, gasping]
That monocle was priceless.
Now it's garbage.
Why you!
What did I do to deserve this fate?
Why you!
[screaming]
What have I done?
Why you!
What is it?
Why you!
[cheering]