SpongeBob opened his eyes.
He could almost instantly tell he wasn't back home in his bed with Gary by his side. Instead, he was in a limousine, there were black leather chairs lining the walls, only parting for the doors. SpongeBob was taken aback at first but soon began to go with the logic, or lack thereof, that the dream went by.
He got up from the back seat and noticed what he was wearing, his square pants had a tag on the right hand corner that confidently read 'manager' and his usual bubbly shoes were now replaced by black cowboy boots fit with flame decals painted across and spurs in back.
SpongeBob also took notice of the headset he was wearing on his head with a mouthpiece, though it was rather unnecessary because it wasn't like he was in the CIA.
SpongeBob walked about the interior of the limo so he could break his new shoes in, he stopped by the window and peered out into the world curiously. From what he could tell he was going to the Krusty Krab, the limo going by several recognizable 'landmarks' that were on the way such as the Goofy Goober and the Bargain Mart.
And then, the Krusty Krab came into view.
And it was complete and utter chaos.
There were police everywhere, helicopters circled the sky above the chaotic scene. Police tape cornered the restaurant at every angle and a thick layer of panicked citizens, some customers who were suddenly evacuated from the restaurant , blocked entry to the Krusty Krab from the front.
Another detail that's worth mentioning, is the fact that the Krusty Krab had an extravagant neon sign with flashing bulbs that simply read the number, '2'. This was indeed, the Krusty Krab 2, the original was nowhere to be seen. Neither was the Chum Bucket that was usually right across from it.
It had appeared that SpongeBob's subconscious had pushed them out of focus because to SpongeBob they weren't important right now and might as well not have even existed, which they didn't.
The limo eventually slowed to a stop and the driver opened the door, graciously ushering SpongeBob outside. He stepped out, confident as ever, everyone in the hectic and chaotic crowed suddenly backed away, making a path for the confident sponge.
Mr. Krabs scuttled up to him in hysterics, "Talk to me Krabs," SpongeBob insisted, not bothering to make eye contact but instead choosing to keep his eyes focused on his target, the Krusty Krab 2.
"I didn't want to talk to anyone until me manager was here, thankfully I managed to get the police off me back for the time being. So you see, a customer came in to order a Krabby Patty with cheese. So the frycook on duty cooked one up and gave it to the customer, but when he took a bite," Mr. Krabs bit his lip, tears welling up in his eyes.
"Keep it together Krabs! Tell me what happened when the customer took a bite. What happened? Was he poisoned? Did he choke? Was the Patty so hot it gave him 3rd degree burns? ANSWER ME!" SpongeBob shouted.
Mr. Krabs collected himself as best he could, "There-there-there was NO CHEESE!" he cried out before bursting into tears.
SpongeBob slapped his hysterical boss across the face, "Get it together, Krabs," he scolded, still not making eye contact, before marching up to the building and confidently slamming the doors open.
The lights were out, which would seem odd to the average person. But to SpongeBob, it added atmosphere. (It's a dream world, symbolism is weird.) The doors slowly shut behind him, cutting off the onslaught of anxious onlookers. The tension suddenly rose among the crowd.
In the center of the dining room the customer in question awaited SpongeBob's aid, quivering violently and drenched in sweat with fear overwhelming every fiber in his body. All because of one, small, sandwich.
SpongeBob slowly walked to the table, a lead briefcase had mysteriously materialized in his right hand, the man looked up to see his assistance coming to his aid, "A-are you the o-one who's going to help me?" he asked in a shaky voice.
SpongeBob smirked, "What do you think my shirt says?" he cracked. The man let out a nervous chuckle as SpongeBob laid his briefcase of no origin on the table, "Got a name, partner?" he asked smoothly.
"Ph-phil," Phil stuttered. SpongeBob cracked the mysterious briefcase open, "You got a family, Phil?" SpongeBob continued. Phil stuttered in response. "C'mon Phil, let's hear about that family!" SpongeBob pressed, the confident smile gave way for a focused scowl as he fumbled about in his briefcase for the proper tools.'
"I-I have a wife, and three beautiful children," Phil said. His hand digging into his pocket and shakily taking out his wallet which unfolded to show three photos of his family, one of them being of his wife standing in the background with his daughter in the foreground. The other two being of his twin sons.
SpongeBob pulled out a pair of tweezers from his briefcase, his eyes now focused on the Krabby Patty that had gone surprisingly unnoticed throughout the 'transaction', if you will. "But first…" he mumbled to himself as he lifted the bun to see if the cheese was indeed missing, which it was.
SpongeBob set the bun down next to the Patty on the table that seemed to be made from a decorative helm and dug into his briefcase for a second time, pulling out a spare slice of cheese he always keeps with him for when the frycook on duty makes a careless yet devastating (to him at least) mistake that SpongeBob sees as shrugged off way too often.
Clasping the cheese in the tweezers, SpongeBob slowly brought it down to the Patty, sweat trickling down his forehead, the tension filled everyone, especially the people waiting outside who thought SpongeBob was taking far too long and began jumping to the conclusion that something horrible had happened to him, the cheese drew closer, and closer, and closer, until…
Everyone outside was near their breaking point and couldn't take much more waiting.
Suddenly, the door burst open, "Order up," SpongeBob said with a smirk on his face, Phil holding a Krabby Patty, with cheese, rested in the manager's reliable arms.
SpongeBob was forced to put the satisfied customer down so he could get out of the way of the oncoming crowd, cheers rang through the whole area.
SpongeBob was hoisted up by the overjoyed people, "Three cheers for the manager! Hip hip, *HONK* Hip hip, *HONK*," the crowd chanted in unison. SpongeBob's alarm clock had worked its way into its confused owner's dream.
Author's Note:
Okay, before you start to question all the weird bullsh*t that happens in this chapter, the lights being out, the briefcase mysteriously appearing out of nowhere ect. This is a dream, dreams make sense until you wake up, then you realize that what you just experienced, it not normal! So, dream logic, you're argument is invalid.
