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"Hey, Spongebob," said Patrick. "Did you hear about the new job opening at the fair?"

"Yeah," said Spongebob. "But I work at the Krusty Krab. When I get home, I'm tired, so I don't want it."

"See you after work," said Patrick, leaving.

"Spongebob, you're three minutes late," said Mr. Krabs, when he walked in. "That's 30 cents off your next paycheck."

"Sorry," he said. "I was talking to Pat and time got away from us."

"Don't do it again. Now, get to work. We have a long line of customers."

"Welcome to the Krusty Krab," said Squidward. "What would you like?"

"Actually," said the weird fish. "I'd like to buy the Krusty Krab."

"You'll have to talk to the owner."

Mr. Krabs opened the door and asked, "What do you want with the Krusty Krab?"

"It's in the perfect place to open a new fair," he said.

Spongebob started to wonder if that was the fair Patrick was talking about. He decided to cut work and go to Pat's house.

"Spongebob, you are going to quit your job," demanded Pat.

"That's not why I'm here," said Spongebob. "I was wondering if that fair was going to be near the Krusty Krab."

"No, it is where the Krusty Krab is. They're going to buy and destroy it."

"Why didn't you tell me, Pat?"

"Because I knew you would be mad."

"Mr. Krabs was talking to the guy who wanted to buy it when I left. Let's go see if he sold it."

"Alright," said Patrick, as they walked to the Krusty Krab.

About half way there, Spongebob said, "If Mr. Krabs sells the Krusty Krab, I think I'll try out for that new job."

"If you want the job you have to get a 70% or higher on a test," said Pat.

"How do you know all this?" he asked, curious.

"The town newspaper," he said, holding it up and reading it. "All people of the town of Bikini Bottom, we are opening a fair. To do so, we are going to destroy the Krusty Krab. For a job, please call 1-800-734-904-607-451-000-643-209-829-738-784-591-777-899. Hate the Krusty Krab? Come work for the fair."

"Pat, we have to hurry to the Krusty Krab! Let's go!"

They ran to the Krusty Krab, but they're slow runners.

"Mr. Krabs!!" shouted Spongebob, running in. "Did you sell the Krusty Krab?!!"

"Yep," said Mr. Krabs, laughing. "Thanks to that, I'm 90 million dollars richer."

"Yes!" shouted Patrick. He was so happy, he started singing Tik Tok with the wrong lyrics. "Wake up in the morning, feeling like, uh someone. Got my glasses, I'm out the door. I'm hitting the city. When I leave with the, uh soda, I'm not coming back."

"You're not helping, Pat!" yelled Spongebob.

"When are they destroying this place?"

"At 3 a.m.," said Mr. Krabs.

"Why so early?" asked Spongebob. "It's stupid."

"It's not my fault they're starting early."

"Let's go back to my house for a game of Bridge."

It was somehow a longer walk to his house than it was to the Krusty Krab.

"Spongebob," said Patrick. "I have something important to tell you, but you might hate me."

"What did you do wrong?" asked Spongebob.

"I am the vice president of the fair. I'll be leaving on vacation tomorrow and when I get back, the Krusty Krab will be destroyed."

"Somehow, I don't care. Can I come with you?"

"It's on land. And we have to go by plane."

"Plane?"

"Yep, three hours from here. Rides, games, hotels. This month is going to be fun."

"So, I can come?" asked Spongebob, excited.

"Yes, and Gary can come, too. We're leaving at six, so be at my house by five a.m."

Squidward over heard the whole conversation and was dancing that Spongebob and Patrick were going to be gone for the month.