Chapter 3! Hello, sorry for not updating in a few days. Thank you all for reading! :D ENJOY!

Krusty Krab, Bikini Bottom, 9AM

Spongebob Squarepants and Squidward Tentacles walked into the Krusty Krab. They had been allowed to go back to their homes the previous night. Everyone slept heavily, but not necessarily well. Squidward opened the door and walked through. Spongebob followed suit. Mr. Krabs was in the behind the cash register. Most of the tables were taken. People were eating toasted buns topped with jelly and kelp salads.

"Mr. Squidward, Spongebob! Come help me up here! People are ravenous."

"Eugene, why aren't people eating at home?" asked Squidward.

"I don't know. I think most people just gravitate towards community places in a crisis. Anyway, it's good for business. Spongebob, haul yourself to the kitchen and make kelp salad and toast buns. Squidward, stay here and charge people. Three dollars for a salad, two for two buns with jelly. If you need me, I'll be in my office. And don't need me!"

"Yes sir, boss-man!" bellows Spongebob. The two began to due their assigned tasks as Mr. Krabs retired to his office. Mr. Krabs opened the chest that doubled as his desk. Inside was mainly empty. There were a few boxes and some manilla folders. However, there was one unique blue folder. Inside were a few papers and pages torn out of an old atlas. The maps were of Bikini Bottom. Mr. Krabs had put them there because he wanted to have a real, paper map stored away in case he ever needed it. He took out the two maps: Bikini Bottom and the surrounding area. The other paper in the folder were the specifications of a small, residential generator. Mr. Krabs had bought it at a yard sale years ago, fixed it up, and put it in his basement. Knowing that the power might go out, he wanted to remember how to work the generator.

It was the lunch rush and Squidward and Spongebob were swamped with orders for Krabby Patties. Spongebob was in the kitchen making a Krabby Patty. He went over to put tarter sauce on it, but found that the container was empty. He went into the small storage room and realized there was no more tarter sauce.

"Hey, Squidward. There's no more tarter sauce."

"That's weird. People, people! There is no more tarter sauce." The day went on. Squidward, Spongebob, and Mr. Krabs went home. Squidward realized his heat was off for the second night in a row. "Must be a gas rupture. I'll call tomorrow." he thought.

A/N: Thank you for reading. As you can see, there are a few things that are running out. But they don't matter a lot, right? Enjoy speculating what will happen next chapter! PLEASE follow, review, favorite. It gives me motivation to keep writing! As always, feel free to see my original story: /books/788193-A-Novel-Of-Omerica