French Narrator: Ah, but merpeople are not the only ones living under the sea, for down below lies the city of Bikini Bottom, home of the Krusty Krab and its most popular fast food item, the Krabby Patty.
At the Krusty Krab, Mr. Krabs, the owner, went down to the mailbox to see if there's any mail.
"Better be somethin' than bills in here." he said to himself as his claw scurried through the mailbox until he felt something papery.
Mr. Krabs pulled it out to find a fancy-looking invitation letter. "What's this? An RSVP?"
He tore it open with his claw, got out his reading glasses and read the invitation. Then he squealed with delight.
"Squidward! SpongeBob!" he called out to his employees. "Report to me office, pronto!"
"Present and accounted for, sir!" announced SpongeBob Squarepants upon entering his boss's office.
SpongeBob is a very happy sponge who always sees the good in everything, unlike his next-door neighbor and fellow Krusty Krab employee, Squidward Tentacles, who yawned and replied. "What is it this time?"
Squidward is the exact opposite of SpongeBob. In fact, he wanted nothing to do with him, for he hates SpongeBob and his best friend Patrick Star, who ignore the fact that he hates them, for they think he's their best friend.
Squidward also hates his job as cashier at the Krusty Krab, not because he has to work alongside SpongeBob, but also because he gets paid poorly by Mr. Krabs, who only cares about money than anything else.
"Sit down, boys." Mr. Krabs told his employees once they entered his office, which they did.
"I've just received an invitation from the kingdom of Atlantica." said Mr. Krabs as he held up the letter. "Listen to this;
Hear ye, hear ye
You and a party of three
are cordially invited
to attend the concert debut
of Princess Ariel
Ooooh! That sounds exciting." exclaimed SpongeBob. "Who's the maestro?"
"Why, me cousin, Sebastian, of course." replied Mr. Krabs. "We leave first thing in the morning, so..."
"Oh, Mr. Krabs." interrupted SpongeBob as he raised his hand. "Can Patrick come too?"
"Why?" asked Mr. Krabs.
"Well, the invitation did say 'you and a party of three,' right?"
"Right."
"So that means Patrick can come too, right?"
Squidward, however, was not open to the idea of having Patrick come along to Atlantica.
"With all due respect, sir," he began. "I think we should just..."
"Fine, he can come." interrupted Mr. Krabs. "As long as he doesn't..."
But SpongeBob had already ran out of the Krusty Krab in a jiffy, calling out, "Thanks, Mr. Krabs!"
Little did he realize that the Krusty Krab crew was being watched by Sheldon J. Plankton.
Plankton is the owner of the Chum Bucket, which was across the street from the Krusty Krab, where no one ate because the food was really bad.
He only cared about stealing the Krabby Patty Secret Formula, for he believed that once the formula is his, he can run the Krusty Krab out of business.
"A concert at Atlantica, eh?" he said as he watched everything from his telescope. "Oh, this is too good to be true."
"What's too good to be true?" asked a talking computer.
"Isn't it obvious, Karen, my computer wife?" replied Plankton. "With Krabs and his crew gone for a few days, the Krabby Patty Secret Formula will be mine for the taking, baby!"
That's when he heard Mr. Krabs's voice. "Oh, that reminds me. I better bring the secret formuler along just in case."
Plankton turned back to the telescope to see Mr. Krabs taking out the formula, which was in a bottle, and placed it in his back pocket.
"No risk leaving it behind with Plankton around." added Mr. Krabs.
"Well, so much for that plan." commented Karen.
"No matter, we'll just follow him inside the palace." said Plankton. "While Krabs is enjoying the show, we'll just sneak up behind him and slide the formula out of his money-filled pockets. Can't fail."
"I don't think that's possible, because you're on top of the Ocean's Most Wanted list." said Karen as she produced a long list of criminals on her computer screen, with Plankton as number one. "They'll never let you inside the palace."
"Yeah, you're probably right." said Plankton until suddenly, a idea struck on his head. "But I know someone who's also on that list. Someone who used to work for the sea king."
Without another word, he hurried to the phone, chuckling to himself. He picked up the phone and started dialing.
"Hello?" said a voice.
"Operator," replied Plankton. "Get me...Ursula."
