SpongeBob SquarePants Fan Fiction
Mr. Krabs was counting dollars on his materialistic desk in his materialistic room when the door suddenly thumped repeatedly.
"Who is it? I'm workin' 'arrrrrd!" asked Mr. Krabs in his stereotypical pirate accent.
"It's Mr. Fishstick, regarding the meeting we organised today? Are you still interested, if not, I wi…"
Mr. Krabs interrupted Mr. Fishstick with "Wait! One moment!" whilst sprinting to the door faster than Usain Bolt.
As he opened the door, there was a very tall thin red Fishstick standing there with glasses and smart black combed hair. "Please, don' just stand d'ere boy, take a seat." Completely oblivious that Fishsticks do not have feet or knees to bend, Mr. Fishstick glared at Mr. Krabs with contempt, glanced down to where his feet should be and then back up to Mr. Krabs. "I'm a Fishstick. It is not possible for us to sit." Mr Krabs felt uncomfortable; this was as awkward as the time Spongebob asked him about the birds and the bees. "Welllll…without further ado, let's get down t' business" Mr. Krabs said as sweat flooded his two-dollar shirt. "Indeeeed. Let's cut to the chase here. I am a very wealthy businessman and I'm opting to buy Krusty Kraps fo…" "Krusty KRABS" interrupted Mr. Krabs as Mr. Fishstick coughed in embarrassment "I wanna buy Krusty Krabs for 6.5 million dollars." Instilled with shock, Mr. Krabs gasped, taking in so much air that he floated to the ceiling. "I'll…take that as a yes then?" questioned Mr. Fishstick trying to look up but struggling greatly because he was a Fishstick. Slightly perturbed, Mr. Fishstick added "You'll have to get all employees to sign that paper I sent you on WhatsApp." As Mr. Krabs floated down his voice changed from high pitched to normal and replied "Sure, well, 'av ya got a pen?" Little green veins popped out of Mr. Fishsticks face as it went redder "I DON'T have arms! How on EARTH am I meant to carry anything? I am a Fishstick!"
SpongeBob, employee-of-the-month and number-one-suck-up-of-the-month, rushed into the office to see what all the commotion was about, to assist his 'Inspirational, Generous Boss'. "Didn't I tell ya t' knock, boy?" hollered Mr. Krabs. "I'm sorry Mr…woah… a fiiiisstiiick" whispered Spongebob with his eyes as big as Mr. Krabs' ego. "I knew you were changing the menu…but…sheeesh." SpongeBob picked Mr. Fishstick up under one arm and the other was holding his gold-plated spatula whilst in his own world singing ridiculously feminine melodies. Spongebob started dancing and slammed the door on Mr. Krabs' face causing the doorknob to fall off, consequently trapping Mr. Krabs in his office. Mr. Krabs yelled, Mr. Fishstick yelled, yet SpongeBob was deep in his aloof trance. Tears were flying fast like Felix Baumgartner from Mr. Krab's face, he then stopped, looked up, and heard a blood-curdling shriek followed by a surreal sound of sizzling, his eyes immediately sizzled too in anger and shouted "6.5 MILLION… YEARS WORKING WITH THESE MORONS!" "Takes one to know one!" barked Squidward in his dreadfully dull monotone voice.
Written by C-LO