Hello again, everyone! I have returned! :D I know, it was a while since I last posted something on FanFiction (sorry about that!). But I have provided everyone with a brand-new story (so it's all good)! Enjoy the first chapter! :)
It was another lovely day in Bikini Bottom. Outside The Krusty Krab, SpongeBob was standing next to the restaurant's sign pole with his usual smile. Suddenly, a fish with a messenger bag appeared in the distance.
"HI, MR. MAILMAN!" SpongeBob shouted. The mailman, who had by this time reached the eating establishment, screamed. He ran off, dropping a bundle of letters in the process. Fortunately, they were all addressed to The Krusty Krab. SpongeBob picked up the mail and went inside.
"Hi, Squidward!" SpongeBob said as he passed by his co-worker.
"What do you want? Is it time to annoy me already?" The squid replied.
"No, not yet. I'm just going to Mr. Krabs's office to give him the mail." He responded as he made his way to deliver the mail to his boss.
"Whatever," Squidward sighed and went back to his job. "Welcome to The Krusty Krab. May I take your order?"
SpongeBob knocked on the door and entered.
"Ahoy, lad!" Mr. Krabs greeted SpongeBob as he walked in.
"I brought you the mail!"
"Thank you, SpongeBob!" Mr. Krabs began to flip through it.
"Hmm. . . Let's see. Bills. . . Charity. . . Oh, look at this!" He opened up one of the envelopes. "It's from the Bikini Bottom Heart Association. It says here that my Krabby Patties are too high in cholesterol! Ar-ar-ar-ar-ar! I'll just file this for future reference." He leaned over and threw the letter into the trash can.
"Ooh, here's another one. . . Krust-o-Polish, 'It polishes your shell to a glossy shine'. Me mother could use some of this; she's lost some of her luster lately. Bless her little heart. . ." At that moment, Squidward barged in.
"SpongeBob, why aren't you behind the grill?! We have a bunch of customers waiting!"
"I'm on it!" SpongeBob ran through the side door into the kitchen. A second later, he returned.
"I'm back! Did I miss anything?" He asked. Squidward and Mr. Krabs stared at him, puzzled.
"But, how did you-? Never mind." Squidward said. Their boss continued skimming through the mail.
"Look at this!" Mr. Krabs exclaimed. The crab hastily opened the letter and read it aloud:
"Mr. Eugene Krabs:
We are pleased to inform you that your restaurant has been chosen as the eating establishment for our annual convention. We will hold our meeting there this coming Wednesday. On behalf of our members, congratulations on earning this huge honor!
Sincerely,
Mr. M. Meep
President of the Bikini Bottom Association of Pizza Toppings" He placed the letter on his desk.
"Ar-ar-ar-ar-ar! What a funny name for both that guy and his organization!" Mr. Krabs kept laughing. Then, the realization sunk in. With a barely audible voice, he uttered a single word.
"Anchovies. . ."
"What?!" Squidward asked, annoyed at his boss's whispering.
"ANCHOVIES!" Mr. Krabs bellowed. He then fell out of his chair and passed out. SpongeBob gasped.
"Mr. Krabs!" He rushed over to an emergency box on the wall and pulled out a twenty-dollar bill. SpongeBob took the money and waved it under his boss's nose.
"Oh. . ." Mr. Krabs moaned. "Is that the twenty?" He quickly took the dollar from his employee's hand and put it in his pocket. Once back in his seat, he placed his chin on his claw.
"What am I gonna do? The last time anchovies swarmed into The Krusty Krab, they wrecked everything until-" A light bulb appeared over his head, which he grabbed and stuffed into his desk drawer (which happened to be filled with the light bulbs he stole from The Bikini Bottom Zoo on Free Day).
"SpongeBob, you can use that hydrodynamic spatula with port-and-starboard attachments and the turbo-drive!" The crab exclaimed.
"But-" SpongeBob began.
"We're saved!" Mr. Krabs scuttled around the side of his desk and started dancing.
"But Mr.-" SpongeBob tried again.
"WOO-HOO!" The crab grabbed the twenty from his pocket and kissed it repeatedly.
"MR. KRABS!" His boss looked at him, still kissing his money. "I have some bad news. . ." The sponge said after a pause.
"Well, out with it, boy! What is it!?"
"I donated it to The Fry Cook Museum." After hearing SpongeBob's words, Mr. Krabs freaked out.
"YOU WHAT?! AHHHHHHHHHH!" He ran around the office only to smack into a wall and drop to the floor, out cold.
"Oh, not again. . ." Squidward muttered. SpongeBob retrieved another twenty-dollar bill from a second emergency box (next to the first one) and revived Mr. Krabs again.
"Is that the other twenty?" He yanked it away from SpongeBob and put it in his pocket with the other dollar.
"I've got a suggestion. Why don't you just call them?" Squidward offered unhappily.
"That's it! We can ask to borrow the spatula for a day, and then return it!" Mr. Krabs picked up the telephone and started dialing the number to The Fry Cook Museum.
"Yeah! You're an expert on borrowing, Mr. Krabs! I mean, think about all those things you've borrowed! They can't possibly turn you down with those credentials!" SpongeBob said optimistically.
"Do I get a raise now?" Squidward inquired hopefully.
"No." His stingy employer retorted. The squid sighed. Mr. Krabs finished dialing the number and waited.
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