11x24 - The Grill is Gone/The Night Patty

[bunniefuu]

both: I heart the circus!

- Children of all ages!

Get ready to wet
your baggy pants laughing!

Send in the clowns!

He-yah!

Our candy-corn-fed clowns

once roamed
the slapstick plains

where wild clowns run free!

* *

He-yah!

He-yah!

He-yah!

He-yah!

* *

He-yah!

[donkey brays,
balloon swells, pops]

- Look, there's those!

- Oh.

Are you hungry, little clown?

- He-yah!

Don't feed the clowns!

SpongeBob, are you mad?

Clowns are dangerous animals.

Why, at any moment,
one of those things

could get loose
and bite our feet off!

- Oh, Patrick, that little
clown wouldn't do that.

He was friendly.

* *

* *

I wanna go backstage
and see the clowns, Patrick.

- I told you, SpongeBob,
our feet are in danger!

- I'll protect you.

Ooh.

* *

clowns: Huh?

- Poor little guy.

- Hey, he didn't get any food.

Hmm.

- Hey, psst!

Huh?

- Don't feed the clowns!

- My feet!

- Pack it up, everyone.

He-yah!

* *

- I don't care what that mean
old ringmaster says.

That clown is hungry, and I'm
gonna feed him.

Hey, where'd the circus go?

Now I'll never find that little
clown.

There you are.

- Hey, little clown.

The circus left without you!

Quick, we gotta get you back to
your clown friends.

Oh, you don't want to go
back to the circus?

- You don't want to be
a circus clown?

- You know, little clown,
I don't blame you.

You shouldn't stay in a place
where they

push you around
all the time.

Looks like I'll have to help
you find a new job.

But what else can you do?

- This job should be a snap,
little clown.

Watch me.

* Pick up the hot dog,
put it in a bun *

* Add the mustard, relish,
now you're having fun *

- Oh-ho-ho, hotdog!

Look at that.

Looks like fun!

- Okay, you're on.

[hotdogs hissing,
clown screams]

My wieners!

Sorry.

I think you'll get a job
a lot quicker

if we tone down the whole
clown thing a smidge.

Don't worry.
When I get through with you,

your own ringmaster
won't recognize you.

Ahh!

- "Businessmen wanted."

Go get 'em, little clown.

Oh, I mean, Mr. little clown.

- Here's your stool.
Here's your stamper.

Now get to work.

- Aww.

Who hired this clown?

- Um, you did, sir.

Fired!

What happened, little clown?

Didn't you like that job?

- Hmm.

Ooh!

Maybe a career in firefighting.

- Have a nice fire!

I'll just make sure he gets
there safely.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

Not Mrs. Puff's Boating School!

- Save me!
Save me!

I'm too young to broil!

You're fired!

- This is it, little clown.

The last job available in
Bikini Bottom.

- If you can just stop
the clowning for two minutes,

you'll have a job.

Please!

Sorry, little clown.
It's been a long day.

Good luck.

Hmm.

Hmm.
Aha!

Now get in there, eyes,

and stay close to that clown.

- Your job
is to pack up the pies!

- Hmm!

- No! No, little clown!
No!

No!

Phew!

- Lemon pie!

- Mmm!

- Eye pie!

You...

Are...

Au revoir!

I didn't order a pie.

- Oh, little clown,
I'm so sorry.

I thought you needed a day job,
but you're a clown.

And a clown needs to run free.

[clowns laughing
and chattering]

- Aww.

- Aww.