Squilliam: [...] I'm the leader of a big fancy band now, and we're supposed to play the Bubble Bowl next week.
Squidward: The ba-ba-ba... The ba-ba-ba... The ba-ba-ba?!?!
Squilliam: That's right. I'm living your dreams, Squidward. The problem is, I'm busy next week and can't make it. So, I was hoping you and your band could cover for us.
Squidward: Ohh, uhh, I... I, uhh...
Squilliam: I knew it! You don't even have a band! Well, I'll just let you get back to the service industry now.
Squidward: Hold it! It just so happens that I don't sell fast food, I do have a band, and we're gonna play that Bubble Bowl! How do you like that, Fancy Boy?!
Squilliam: Good luck next Tuesday. I hope the audience brings lots of... ibuprofen!
[Squilliam and Squidward hang up the phones.]
Squidward: I gotta drum up a marching band fast! Drum... haha... band humor.
Bean: Wow! My God, you guys. We should start a band.
[Bean, Luci, and Elfo all start clapping rhythmically]
Bean: Yes! We sound amazing. We'll fix up an old carriage and tour the country, playing what we want to play, never selling out, never splitting up. Elfo, you're out of the band!
Elfo: What the hell?
Bean: We're a duo now. The fans didn't even notice. Luci, you fell off a balcony. Were you pushed? We'll never find out. Dreams come true, 'cause I am a solo act now. The fans love my voice. I have dreadlocks. But then I shave my head like a true artist. Why is the crowd booing? Oh, no. I'm the talentless one! Elfo, you came back. Luci, thought I pushed you... We're together again. Let's get out there. We're back on top. Nothing can stop us now. Oh, no. I have cancer. What? [Bean "dies"]
Elfo: I dedicate this next song to the memory of Bean. [Elfo and Luci start clapping with Bean sitting back up and cheerfully clapping along with them]
