Jess' Other Test Page or Something

(The short opens with Squidward, dressed like Elton John, lounging in a recording studio reading some magazine. Mr. Krabs enters wearing a black business suit.)
Mr. Krabs: Uh, Mr. Squiddy John? You're due to record your new Christmas song soon.
(Squidward drops the magazine startled.)
Squidward: wait wu-
Mr. Krabs: Yeah. By the way we ran out of budget for backing vocals. It's okay if we reuse them from that other song you did people seem to like, right?
Squidward: Oh shrimp, the song's not today is it?
Mr. Krabs: Of course! You wrote the lyrics, right?
Squidward: (sweating) Uh… sure.
Mr. Krabs: (sigh) You forgot, didn't you?
Squidward: Well what are we supposed to do then?
Mr. Krabs: We'll just have to make it up on the spot I guess if we wanna get it out in time.
(Squidward sits down at a piano and moves the microphone closer to him.)
Squidward: Well, uh, here goes nothing then.
(Squidward clears his throat.)
Squidward: 🎵Welcome to my Christmas song-

(The short opens with Squidward, dressed like Elton John, lounging in a recording studio reading some magazine. Mr. Krabs enters wearing a black business suit.)
Mr. Krabs: Uh, Mr. Squiddy John? You're due to record your new Christmas song soon.
(Squidward drops the magazine startled.)
Squidward: wait wu-
Mr. Krabs: Yeah. By the way we ran out of budget for backing vocals. It's okay if we reuse them from that other song you did people seem to like, right?
Squidward: Oh shrimp, the song's not today is it?
Mr. Krabs: Of course! You wrote the lyrics, right?
Squidward: (sweating) Uh… sure.
Mr. Krabs: (sigh) You forgot, didn't you?
Squidward: Well what are we supposed to do then?
Mr. Krabs: We'll just have to make it up on the spot I guess if we wanna get it out in time.
(Squidward sits down at a piano and moves the microphone closer to him.)
Squidward: Well, uh, here goes nothing then.
(Squidward clears his throat.)
Squidward: 🎵Welcome to my Christmas song-
Mr. Krabs: wait wut

Mr. Krabs: wait wut
(The short opens with Squidward, dressed like Elton John, lounging in a recording studio reading some magazine. Mr. Krabs enters wearing a black business suit.)
Mr. Krabs: Uh, Mr. Squiddy John? You're due to record your new Christmas song soon.
(Squidward drops the magazine startled.)
Squidward: wait wu-
Mr. Krabs: Yeah. By the way we ran out of budget for backing vocals. It's okay if we reuse them from that other song you did people seem to like, right?
Squidward: Oh shrimp, the song's not today is it?
Mr. Krabs: Of course! You wrote the lyrics, right?
Squidward: (sweating) Uh… sure.
Mr. Krabs: (sigh) You forgot, didn't you?
Squidward: Well what are we supposed to do then?
Mr. Krabs: We'll just have to make it up on the spot I guess if we wanna get it out in time.
(Squidward sits down at a piano and moves the microphone closer to him.)
Squidward: Well, uh, here goes nothing then.
(Squidward clears his throat.)
Squidward: 🎵Welcome to my Christmas song-
Mr. Krabs: wait wut

Mr. Krabs: wait wut
(The short opens with Squidward, dressed like Elton John, lounging in a recording studio reading some magazine. Mr. Krabs enters wearing a black business suit.)
Mr. Krabs: Uh, Mr. Squiddy John? You're due to record your new Christmas song soon.
(Squidward drops the magazine startled.)
Squidward: wait wu-
Mr. Krabs: Yeah. By the way we ran out of budget for back

(The short opens with Squidward, dressed like Elton John, lounging in a recording studio reading some magazine. Mr. Krabs enters wearing a black business suit.)
Mr. Krabs: Uh, Mr. Squiddy John? You're due to record your new Christmas song soon.
(Squidward drops the magazine startled.)
Squidward: wait wu-
Mr. Krabs: Yeah. By the way we ran out of budget for backing vocals. It's okay if we reuse them from that other song you did people seem to like, right?
Squidward: Oh shrimp, the song's not today is it?
Mr. Krabs: Of course! You wrote the lyrics, right?
Squidward: (sweating) Uh… sure.
Mr. Krabs: (sigh) You forgot, didn't you?
Squidward: Well what are we supposed to do then?
Mr. Krabs: We'll just have to make it up on the spot I guess if we wanna get it out in time.
(Squidward sits down at a piano and moves the microphone closer to him.)
Squidward: Well, uh, here goes nothing then.
(Squidward clears his throat.)
Squidward: 🎵Welcome to my Christmas song-
Mr. Krabs: wait wut
ing vocals. It's okay if we reuse them from that other song you did people seem to like, right?
Squidward: Oh shrimp, the song's not today is it?
Mr. Krabs: Of course! You wrote the lyrics, right?
Squidward: (sweating) Uh… sure.
Mr. Krabs: (sigh) You forgot, didn't you?
Squidward: Well what are we supposed to do then?
Mr. Krabs: We'll just have to make it up on the spot I guess if we wanna get it out in time.
(Squidward sits down at a piano and moves the microphone closer to him.)
Squidward: Well, uh, here goes nothing then.
(Squidward clears his throat.)
Squidward: 🎵Welcome to my Christmas song-
Mr. Krabs: wait wut