Mr. Spondrige: part 1

Mr. Spondrige ran down the busy London streets until he came to his store. Wonderful as always. "It's a beautiful day!" he said to everyone as he walked in. "Hello Mr. Spondrige!" his entire staff replied.

"Mr. Groves, what's on the agenda today?" Spondrige asked the tall green octopus.

"Well Mr. Spondrige, we had a little trouble in the perfume aisle today"

"Oh, what happened?"

"First the ladies grew restless because they couldn't find what they wanted, then when they did find what they wanted they got crowded trying to reach their products at the same time - then they found something they all wanted. It wasn't pretty Mr. Spondrige. "

"Hmm." Mr. Spondrige said, stroking his dark beard. "Mr. Krabs, do we sell a lot of perfume?"

"We sure do!"

"And where do we keep it?"

"Er, in the basement under the dumpster."

"Ew. Who would want to buy it there?"

"That's what I've been wondering, Mr. Spondrige. " said Mr. Groves. "Who even put it there?"

"I think that's just where the box boys dropped it." Said Mr. Krabs "It does help with the smell".

"Hmm, so we don't have anyone in charge of organizing the departments or selling the merchandise". Spondrige pondered this. Suddenly, he snapped his fingers. "I've got it!"

"What?" They all asked in unison.

We'll have something called departments where we sell just one type of thing, and we'll hire some fancypants guy to make it pretty!

"Great idea, Mr. Spondrige. I'll start contacting potential candidates immediately", exclaimed Mr. Groves. "In fact, I have the perfect idea of who to hire. He's French!"

"Great job, Mr. Groves. You go do that." Spondrige's blue eyes smiled, contrasting handsomely with his dark hair and beard..

"Yes Sir!"