Chapter 2

Tech, Food, and Playground

French Narrator: "Ze Next Day"

Location: Road leading to the Krusty Krab

SpongeBob walks towards the Krusty Krab:

"Another day, another dollar. Gee, I wonder what Mr. Krabs has been up to since I saw him last and then went to the internet café to do some techy stuff that I have no clue about"

"Huh?" he sighs while staring at something in the distance. He notices a sign reading "Krabby Universe" hanging behind the Krusty Krab. A giant sheet's covering some sort of area. SpongeBob walks up to Mr. Krabs.

"SpongeBob!" Mr. Krabs talks while sticking the hammer in his belt: "You're just in time for the grand unveiling of Krabby Universe!"

"Krabby Universe, sir?" a confused SpongeBob asks.

"Yes, Krabby Universe!" he replies and holds up a sign reading "Krabby Universe". "Where a kid can have fun…for a reasonable price"

He laughs and continues: "Just gotta wait for the children to arrive!"

French Narrator: "Three hours later"

The Krusty Krew waits outside in the open.

"I give up!" Mr. Krabs yells and approaches his office

"What now?" Squidward asks. "Gosh, I hate this global warming!"

SpongeBob replies: "Don't worry. He's just having a hard time getting his confidence"

French Narrator: "Many hours later"

SpongeBob comments to an annoyed Squidward as they stand outside: "I'm sure we're close to a breakthrough"

"So much later that the old narrator got tired of waiting and they had to hire a new one"

"Hey, SpongeBoob. Still optimistic yet?" an exhausted Squidward asks. "Or has society crushed your hopes and dreams? If so, welcome to the club of adulthood"

The yellow sponge snaps: "I know the kids still aren't coming! Don't rub it in!"

"What now genius?" Squidward asks. "Posting an ad online clearly didn't work"

"Let's ask Mr. K"

Location: The Krabby Office

"Where's me money!?" The cheapskate cries while sitting at its office desk.

"You ok, Mr. K?" SpongeBob asks and barges in through the door followed by an indifferent Squidward.

"Where are me children!?" Mr. Krabs sobs.

"Oh, Pearl. She's at home-"

"-No, you barnacle brain. Where are the kids with their money!?"

"Yeah, I don't get it either. We posted that online ad" SpongeBob agrees. "Any advice, Squidward?"

"I don't know. I hate children" Squidward half-optimistically replies. "Let's go somewhere kids enjoy and find out!"

"Warm up the boat, boys!"

Location: On the Road

Mr. Krabs drives his boat while the two below-average paid sea-critters sit in the back seat. While driving, they notice several parents running and screaming from the Chum Bucket. They're grabbing their sickly children by the fins' and screaming: "Run!"

"Huh?" Mr. Krabs sighs and stops the car. "What could've happened?"

"Wait, come back!" a mysterious voice screams.

"What was that?" a confused sponge asks.

"I don't know" the krab shrugs and starts the boat again when suddenly:

"OOOOOOOWWWWWWW! Eugene!"

Terrified, Mr. Krabs slams on the breaks, shifts into Park, and inspects around the wheels.

He apologizes: "Sorry there, Plankton"

"What's up with your customers?" Squidward, now suddenly interested in everyday matters, asks.

"These parents' are absolute helicopters!" Plankton complains and gets out from below the front wheel that just crushed him to death. "They can't leave their kids alone for a minute. And these kids don't eat my chum"

Squidward comments: "I don't blame them"

"Yeah, neither do I" the plankton agrees. "But, they're so distracted by those screen thingies that they won't eat my chum!"

"Well, Plankton. I guess we face a similar problem here" Eugene observes. "Kids don't wanna play at Krabby Universe. And parents don't want kids to eat your chum. Again, I don't blame them"

Suddenly, a lightbulb goes off in SpongeBob's head and he proposes: "What if you and Plankton did some teamwork?"

"Te-AM work? What does that mean?" Plankton asks avoidantly.

"Teamwork. It's when you work together and are part of the team in the hopes of making the world a better place!"

"I had hopes once. But they died and I had to bury them in the cemetery" Squidward cynically comments

"Fine. What kind of tamale work should we do?"

"Teamwork, you nitwit" Squidward clarifies

"Zip it, you mediocre clarinet player!"

"Mediocre?" Squidward gasps, appalled.

"Fine" Mr. Krabs agrees. "We're work together and split the profits"

"How?" Plankton asks.

"You get the technology; I'll get me edible food and playground"

To be continued

[A/N: Apologies for these infrequent updates. But I just finished my college midterms and am just really busy with college and other adult obligations right now. I'll try my best to write and publish these chapters ASAP!]