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Summer Job

(at Mrs. Puff's Boating School where the bell rings for end of class)
Mrs. Puff: Have a good summer vacation, class. I'll see you all next Fall! (SpongeBob smiles) Well, hopefully not all of you. (all students run out) Time to vamoose.
SpongeBob: Oh Mrs. Puff? (runs towards Mrs. Puff)
Mrs. Puff: Where are my keys?!
SpongeBob: Mrs. Puff...
Mrs. Puff: Come on!
SpongeBob: I've got something for you. (Mrs. Puff dumps the entire purse contents on the desk and finds her key)
Mrs. Puff: Aha! (SpongeBob shows her a piece of paper)
SpongeBob: Mrs. Puff?
Mrs. Puff: Get away from me! (jumps into her boat and attempts to start it but it won't turn on)
SpongeBob: Oh, Mrs. Puff! (continues to run towards Mrs. Puff)
Mrs. Puff: I gotta get out of here! (boat turns on and she drives through the fence and then looks back) Whew! I lost him.
SpongeBob: (pops up in front of Mrs. Puff) Mrs. Puff? (Mrs. Puff screams) Can I give you my note now?
Mrs. Puff: Why can't you take a hint? (Mrs. Puff swats him away but SpongeBob hangs onto the passenger-side door)
SpongeBob: Help.
Mrs. Puff: Oh, dear, of course I'll help. (goes as fast as she can, up hill. SpongeBob lets go)
SpongeBob: Mrs. Puff, don't forget to read the note!
Mrs. Puff: Why won't he just lis... (note covers her eyes. She screams and crashes into the Krusty Krab) Oh, no, not again! If my parole officer finds out, I don't stand a chance! I'll be sentanced for life this time! (cries. Mr. Krabs walks by)
Mr. Krabs: Hmm, quite a conundrum you have here. It would be a crying shame to a certain someone if the information were to leak out to the authorities
Mrs. Puff. Oh, please don't tell the police. I'll be dead man if I get caught! I'll do anything.
Mr. Krabs: Its gonna cost a fortune to get this fixed...thanks to you.
Mrs. Puff: Oh, gracious me, I don't have that kind of cash!
Mr. Krabs: Don't worry, I think we can work something out.
Mrs. Puff: Huh? You mean we should go out on a date?
Mr. Krabs: Uh...interesting. No, I had something else in mind. Surprise, SpongeBob! You have a new co-worker. (puts Mrs. Puff in the kitchen)
SpongeBob: Mrs. Puff! (Mrs. Puff gasps in horror)
Mr. Krabs: She'll be filling in for Squidward while he's, uh... (puts the Krusty Krew hat on Mrs. Puff's head) on vacation. Isn't that right, Mrs. Puff?
Mrs. Puff: That's right.
Mr. Krabs: And she'll be working unpaid until he returns, won't she?
Mrs. Puff: Yeah. (Squidward walks in)
Mr. Krabs: Squidward! I forgot to tell ya, you're taking the summer off. Have a good time! See ya! (closes kitchen door) Whew! That was close.
Spngebob: It all sounds a bit mysterious to me. Oh, but why should I care? Im working with good ol' Mrs. Puff! Say, did you get my note?
Mrs. Puff: (annoyed) Oh, I got your note alright.
SpongeBob: So what do you think?
Mrs. Puff: What did I think? It caused me to...! Lets just say, it changed my life.
Mr. Krabs: It certainly has. Now, SpongeBob, would you please show mrs Mrs. Puff her new duties vis-a-vis her recently changed life? 'Cause I sure as snail snot can't be bothered to do it.
SpongeBob: Oh, boy, I get to show you the ropes, Mrs. Puff! Hey, its kind of like I'm the teacher! (laughs) I'm gonna be teaching you now.
Mrs. Puff: Patience is a virtue.
SpongeBob: Shall we start with the importance of good kitchen hygiene or the unabridged history of the patty?
Mrs. Puff: Why dont we just start with my basic duties?
SpongeBob: Eager to get behind the wheel eh? I like it. Repeat after me: This is my register. There are many like it but this one is mine.
Mrs. Puff: There are many like it but this one is mine.
SpongeBob: Now, like a ships rudder, this ol' register is temperamental. So, when you hit the "total" key... What are you doing?
Mrs. Puff: Nothing.
SpongeBob: You're not taking notes?! Always remember, good grades...
SpongeBob & Mrs. Puff: ...only follow diligent notes.
Mrs. Puff: I know, SpongeBob. I taught you that phrase.
SpongeBob: Don't worry, Mrs. Puff, you can borrow my notepad today. (hands out a notepad to Mrs. Puff Now where was I? (snaps fingers) Oh yes! The total key is a bit sticky, so you're gonna have to be forceful. But not too forceful. Did you get that?
Mrs. Puff: Forceful, but not too forceful.
SpongeBob: You did it! Diligence like this deserves a sticker! (U. R. GR8! with two thumbs up) Collect ten and you're entitled to a super sticker! Why don't we work on our customer service with a little role playing. I'll be the customer and you show me your best and friendliest service, hmm?
Mrs. Puff: Fine. (SpongeBob walks up to the register in a suit, monocle, and a top hat)
SpongeBob: (in a french accent) Good day, ma lady. Charmed I'm sure.
Mrs. Puff: Heh, funny costume SpongeBob.
SpongeBob: (in a french accent) Forgive me but I know not of this SpongeBob fellow. My name is Duke Thomas Féyêdêmuffin and I entered your place of business in hope to procuring lunch on this fine day.
Mrs. Puff: Of course Mr. Féyêdêmuffin. What would you like to eat today?
SpongeBob: Psst, Mrs. Puff it's me, SpongeBob. I think it will go smoother if you refer to him as "Duke."
Mrs. Puff: You mean to refer to you as Duke.
Duke: Of course. How else would one refer to me? I am a duke, after all. Now, I shall fancy a meal if it's quite alright with you.
Mrs. Puff: Okay, Duke, what'll you have?
Duke: I shall have beans on toast, please.
Mrs. Puff: Alright, one beans on toast coming up.
SpongeBob: Psst, Mrs. Puff, SpongeBob again. You better inform the Duke that we don't serve beans on toast.
Mrs. Puff: (angry grunt) This is just ridiculous! Would you simply explain my duties, please?! (Mr. Krabs walks by)
Mr. Krabs: What are you doing yelling at me customers? The duke here is one of me regulars. And I don't need to explain what happens when you start losing your regularity, do I?
Mrs. Puff: Oh, dear, message received, Mr. Krabs.
Mr. Krabs: Just don't let it happen again, Puff.
SpongeBob: Well I see you have a little trouble getting in gear there, but you'll be in the fast lane before you know it. (door opens. A customer enters) Ah, here comes another customer! Let's see if you can apply what you've learned.
Mrs. Puff: Welcome to the Krusty Krab sir. May I take your order?
SpongeBob: Yes!
Fish #83: One Krabby Patty please?
Mrs. Puff: One dollar, Please. Thank you.
SpongeBob: (pops up from the register) Good job Mrs. Puff! Now all thats left is to submit the order to the cook.
Mrs. Puff: One Krabby Patty!
SpongeBob: Oh, Mrs. Puff.
Mrs. Puff: What?
SpongeBob: It must of slipped your mind that you need to submit the order in writing as well. Its the only way to ensure maximum clearity.
Mrs. Puff: Fine! Here's your written form!
SpongeBob: One Krabby Patty. Mrs. Puff?
Mrs. Puff: What now?
SpongeBob: Well, I can't begin cooking until the bell is rung. (Mrs. Puff crushes the bell) Thank you! Although a smidgen less rigorous next time, please? (SpongeBob rings the crushed bell) Order up! You done well so far, student. Now we deliver the item to the customer. Be cautious but swift. Oh, I wouldn't go that way if I were you. It's faster if you go this way Mrs. P. Look out for the barrel!
Mrs. Puff: I'll give you a barr... (starts spinning on top of the barrel)
SpongeBob: Watch for pedestrians! (continues rolling the barrel into various places) Pot hole! (goes in and out of the hole) Look out, Mrs. Puff! (runs after Mrs. Puff and jumps on her back) Time for evasive action. (uses Mrs. Puff like a steering wheel and delivers the Krabby Patty to the customers table in style) And the patty is unscathed! Way to go Mrs. Puff! Your first satisfied customer. Although I will have to deduct points for that landing, though.
Mrs. Puff: (inflates herself) That's it! I don't care anymore. This isn't worth it. (bounces out, shattering the glass doors of the Krusty Krab and bounces into her car) I will not be humiliated any longer! (sees SpongeBob's note in her car)
SpongeBob: Don't forget to read the note!
Mrs. Puff: You! It's because of you I got stuck in this mess! (rips up note and throws it on the ground)
Cop: Hold it right there! Well, well, well, if it ain't Mrs. Puff. I saw what you did.
Mrs. Puff: (gulps) I... You did?
Cop: Yeah.
Mrs. Puff (nervously) Oh, please, I didn't mean to do it, I swear!
Cop: It's too late for swearing, Puff! The evidence is right here. (points at the ripped up paper on the ground) You littered. And now you're going to the stoney lonesome.
Mrs. Puff: Littered? You're absolutely right, Officer. (chuckles) Yes, I sure did litter! That's what I did.
Cop: Yeah, alright, uh, you're under arrest now.
Mrs. Puff: (police handcuffs her) No problem, Officer. Time by myself in the stoney lonesome is just what I need.
Cop: Tell it to the judge, Mrs. Puff! (Mrs. Puff laughs hysterically as the truck drives off. Cut to later in jail where Mrs. Puff makes a tally mark on the wall)
Mrs. Puff: One day down, 2,528 days to go! That's just shy of four years without SpongeBob. I'm going to enjoy this.
Cop: Get up, Puff. The judge says you have to go to traffic school.
Mrs. Puff: Oh, wow, a Driver's Education class! It's just how I made a living, except without him. Oh, delightful.
SpongeBob: Good day, class! (Mrs. Puff screams and smacks herself with the Driver's Education book)
Mrs. Puff: I must be having a nightmare! What's he doing here?!
SpongeBob: Didn't you read the note, Mrs. Puff? Here, I taped it together and save it just in case. (reads note) Dear Mrs. Puff, I'm following in your footsteps and got a job as a driver's ed teacher for the summer. ♥ SpongeBob.
Mrs. Puff: (screams and tries to escape but the Officer grabs her and sits her down) Get me out of here! Ah! Oh! Ow! Oh-ho-ho-ho! Ow-ow-ow-oh! (gets cuffed to the seat)
SpongeBob: Now let's open our driver's ed handbooks to chapter one. (Mrs. Puffs screams and wails)
End