Plankton: I've laid out some words on cards here. These words are common kitchen ingredients. I want you to arrange them in any order you choose. It could be a poem or a secret formula, I don't know… oh yes! A secret formula. Good, let's do that.
Spongebob: Um, you're making me nervous.
Plankton: Oh, OK. I'll be over here, then.
Spongebob: I'm finished! I've arranged them into a piano.
Edited on 04/23/2006 11:05pm